g'morning to you

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Waking up with Harry would be... amazing. You're on your side, not at all wrapped up in each other like a movie, but you rub your eyes and stretch and roll over. Then he shifts and stretches and smacks his lips and smiles sleepily with his eyes kind of closed still. "G'morning...." You smile groggily back and snuggle close, taking a deep breath while pressing against his neck and he rubs your back with slowing circles as he starts to drift off again. "S'no rush... let's have a lie in, yeah?"

And the best way to wake up to him is after a nap, when you’re still groggy and not very aware of where you are and every move feels like a proper effort, so when you open your eyes and you find him lying next to you, watching TV but actually almost falling asleep, it makes you sigh.

He wasn’t there when you had fallen asleep a good half an hour ago but he is now and he looks so cuddly and warm, eyes filled with sleep but fighting against it, that you can’t help but pull on his shirt to try and get him to come closer.

“Didn’t notice you were awake…” He mumbles, voice croaky and sleepy. With great effort you manage to pull him in and slide closer until you’re tucked under his arm and your leg is hooked around one of his, not an inch between your bodies.

“Not awake yet.” You tell him and his giggle is interrupted by a yawn that makes your eyes water and your mouth open into a big one too, making the both of you laugh. “Y’look sleepy.”

“I am. Think I go’ jealous of yeh a bit…” Harry nods in agreement. His hands are rubbing across your back in a soothing manner and you can feel yourself already crumbling under the weight of your tiredness.

Harry’s hands squeeze you closer to him and a whimper leaves your mouth when you bury your face into the side of his chest, the smell and warmth of his body making you relax into him.

“Think yeh can sleep a bit mo’?” He asks, lips pressing against your hair when he turns and presses his front to yours. “Need a good cuddle while I nap.”

“Come closer and I’ll see what I can do for you…” You croak, hiding your face into his neck, a hum leaving your lips and your arm drapping around his side, hand slipping under his tshirt to rub against his back as he sighs in appreciation of the delicate touch. 

Sleep is quick to pull the both of you under in minutes,  the safety and familiriaty of his touch and your bodies pressing together easing you back into slumber almost as easily as a sedative.

Sundae Evening

SPOILER ALERT if you haven’t finished the game.

Summary:  Birthday Drabble, Saeran-centric.  Damaged cutie looks back on his lowkey birthday.  In my Ideal World, post Secret Endings, established relationship.

Pairing:  Saeran X MC

Rating: G

Genre:  Slice of life/Fluff

Approx. 1500 words

Protip:  I am sleep-deprived and did not edit this.

Saeran did it.

He had managed to dodge his brother for almost the entire day.

It was almost midnight when Saeran decided it was safe to return home.  Sneaking around back and deactivating various alarms before he tripped them off, the former cult member cautiously approached the back wall where the window to his bedroom was.  It was another couple stories up, but Saeran was no stranger to climbing walls without equipment.  The doorway and lower windows, not to mention a couple handholds he had strategically carved between bricks for prior shenanigans, worked as well for him as any ladder might.

As he moved a garbage bin as silently as he could to use as an extra boost up, he thought back on the day.

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Mexican Gold

Today was your last day of being a weapons buyer. You had taught your apprentice all she needed to know, and she had done you proud. A quick learner that oozed confidence was what you needed to replace you. However, as it was your last day, it meant it was your first day of being an actual Blackwatch agent.

Luckily it had come in time quick enough for you and Jesse to go on that bloody mission together. From studying the brief, it wasn’t too complicated; you had to travel to Dorado to take out a couple of Los Muertos members as they had been stirring up quite a bit of trouble. You, of course, have never killed anyone before. You bought in weapons. Not used them. Reyes had comforted you, saying you were supporting Jesse more than anything. That made it slightly better, but you still needed to prepare yourself for the worst. You are a part of Blackwatch after all.

You and Jesse had decided to meet in the mess hall to go over any final details before taking the dropship tomorrow to a small village outsite of Dorado.
“But what if we set up a trap here?” You emphasised, pointing at the map.
“Darlin’. That’s dumb. A doorway?”
“Yes, a doorway. What’s wrong with that?”
Jesse chuckled and sighed at the same time.
Because that is where we’re set up. I understand that y'all don’t want anybody coming in to where we are, but how’re we supposed to get out?”
You re-looked at the map, your finger still hovering over the doorway. You slammed your hand down on the map in exasperation.
Okay then, where would you put the trap?”

McCree brought his eyes up to meet yours. “I know you’re new to this.” His eyebrows furrowing slightly.
You raise an eyebrow, lips pursed.
“I know. I’m trying to understand all the strategies and tactics and-”
“It’s okay, doll. Really.”
He placed his hand calmly on top of yours. You felt comforted, as his hand engulfed yours. Your shoulders relaxed; you hadn’t realised how tense they were.
“So.. where would you put them then?”
Jesse grinned, gently brushing your hand towards you so it fell onto your lap. He pointed at the back entrace of the building your gear was to be stationed in. You cocked your head.
“Darlin’, think ‘bout it. If they find where we’re set up, they ain’t gonna be chargin’ through the front door, are they?”
You huffed. Annoyed that he was right.
“You’ll learn soon ‘nough.” A half smile forming on his face.
“Jesse..” You warned. He had gotten the hint plenty of times that you despised being patronised. He exaggerated rolling his eyes at you, still smiling. You tapped his hand lightly with yours, a slight frown forming on your brows.
“Okay, c'mon. Got'cha weapons set up?”
“Yes, sir.” You replied. You saw Jesse recoil slightly, cheeks tinged with pink. Amusement lit up your face. “Well I never though you would be into that.” You smirked.
Now it was his turn to frown. “Not now, (Y/N). We’re try'na work on a mission.”
“Not even trying to deny it?”
Jesse looked up at you, both hands flat on the table, you now having his undivided attention. “I can show you.” He growled.
“No, Jesse. We’re trying to work on a mission.” You stifled a chuckle. Your smile, however, faltered when you saw how dark his eyes had become. He was half standing, your positions making it so he cast a shadow from the fluorescent light in the room, towering over you.
“Now lil’ missy, are ya gonna listen or sit there gigglin’ like a schoolgirl?”
Your eyes widened. The palms in your lap became clammy as the laughter was wiped off of your face.
“I’m try'na help you. This is officially your first day in Blackwatch and you’re already attempting to take the piss outta ya superior?”
Your eyes became downcast, mouth downturned.
“Sorry, Jesse. I didn’t mean to-”
“Darlin’, look at me.”
You cautiously brought your eyes up to meet his. Your lips snarled and eyebrows creased when you were faced with a shit-eating grin.
Fuck you.”
Suddenly standing up, you pushed the bench out from underneath you. It screeched, even making Jesse flinch.
“I have had enough of your shit.” Your index finger pointed right his nose, him flicking between looking at you and going cross eyed to look at your finger. “The only reason I’m supporting you is because the head of Blackwatch asked me to.”
“Darlin’, I’m sorry-”
“Don’t you ’darling’ me.”
You snatched your hand back, face the epitome of thunder.
“I’ll see you at dawn.”
You stalked out.


Your duffel bag had been packed with the necessities for at least three days now. You were jittery from excitement, or was it nerves? You weren’t entirely sure. It was too early for your brain to be functioning properly; you needed a coffee and you needed it now. You still had to wait for McCree to turn up at the meeting point though before slipping off.

Yesterday’s meeting left a bitter taste in your mouth. It was all that kept running over in your mind.

Was I too harsh?

No. Maybe?

Should I apologise?

Absolutely. No, wait-

He should apologise to me!

He should, but come on, will he?

“Mornin’.” A heavy thud snapped you from your internal battle. McCree’s head was tilted to one side, eyes searching your face, hand loose by his side from where he had been holding his bag.
“G'morning,” you yawned. “Look, about yesterday-”
“I should'n'ta done what I did.”
“Tease me? Prank me?”
“I thought Reyes said you could handle me?”
“Don’t answer a question with a question.”
“Don’t avoid my question’ by try'na correct my grammar.”
You threw your hands up in mock surrender.
“I can’t be doing this now.”
You hastily bent down and grasped the handles of your bag, walking down the hangar hallway.

The dropship had been prepared for your four hour flight. Everything from nourishment to take with you on the mission to cards as entertainment. Your shoes clicked on the steel ramp to the entrance of ship.
“(L/N), (Y/N).”
“Welcome, Agent (Y/N).”
“Thanks, Athena.”
Your heart fluttered at the sound of hearing 'agent’ before your name. Athena had perked you up a bit.
“McCree, Jesse.”
“Welcome, Agent McCree.”

You scanned around the interior, finding a place to store your luggage. Jesse had the same idea, coming up behind you and waiting for you to be done. His hand brushed on top of yours to stop you from closing the locker so he could place his on the bottom shelf. You tutted, and made way for one of the seats around the edge.
“Agents, please secure your seatbelts. We will be lifting off in approximately two minutes.”

You pulled a belt from above your left shoulder to lock in between your legs, the same for above your right shoulder. You then pulled down the over the shoulder restraints and clipped them in, something you would describe similar to what they used to have on rollercoasters. Jesse had of course decided to choose the seat to the left of yours. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him mimicking your actions.

Stop it. He’s only following the procedure to securing himself in. He isn’t copying you to annoy you.

You rested your head against the padded headreast, closing your eyes.

“Take off initiated.”

Your hands gripped the handles on the restraints. The jets started up, the ship lifting. It was such a unique feeling when your stomach dropped. You hated it.

Something warm covered your hand, the feeling making you open your eyes to look. Jesse’s hand was placed on top of yours. He could clearly see you were not used to flying in the drop ship. A small smile graced your lips. You shut your eyes again and succumbed to blissful sleep, the coffee you wanted and your spite with Jesse forgotten.


Coffee. The sweet smell of coffee. You opened one eye hesitantly. You saw Jesse by the makeshift kitchen station brewing a pot. A crick in your neck was sorted by cracking it; you must have slept at an awkward angle. Unclipping your harnesses, you stretched your legs.
“Mornin’ again, sunshine.”
“What time is it?”
It’s high-”
Before he could finish, you had lobbed a pachimari that was by your foot, hitting him square in the face.
“Forget I asked.”
His mouth hung open slightly, shocked.
“What’s the matter? Pachimari got your tongue?” You giggled.
He tightened his lips, however, he gave himself away by the corners of his lips resisting to turn up.
“That was terrible. Have some coffee.”
You gladly accepted, grasping a mug and tilting the coffee pot to pour it.

“We clash, don’t we?”
Jesse looked up from blowing on his coffee to try and cool it.
“Wouldn’t change it for the world.”
You hummed in agreement. That was a shorter conversation regarding that subject than what you thought.
“How much longer?” You pondered, taking a sip.
“Around an hour. We’ll have to make a bit of a trek before we reach the village.”
“That’s fine.”


The last hour passed quickly, you and Jesse making small talk. You learnt a bit about him, nothing that everyone didn’t already know. He seemed hesitant to talk about Deadlock, or anything before he joined Overwatch. It was a change to hear it from him, rather than rumours around the base.

“Agents, please prepare for landing.” Athena’s voice echoed.

You and McCree strapped yourselves in, bracing to land. Looking out the window, you could see the crests of the waves of the ocean, with a brown, grassy edging. Clinging onto the handles, the ship landed without any problems. You couldn’t, however, see any villages nearby.

“So how long is this 'trek’?”
“Did you happen t'even so much as glance at the brief?”
Jesse looked at you.
“It’s about four clicks out.”
“I have no idea what you just said.”
“Clicks. Kilometers.”
“Oh,” you paused, “Yeah, I still don’t really know how long that would take?”
“Around forty to fifty minutes.”

You unbuckled your harnesses and made your way over to pick up your bags. Hopefully the walk shouldn’t take too long.


After countless times of you blaming Jesse for being lost and him arguing back, you finally made it to the safehouse in the village nearby Dorado. It was perfect for setting up an inconspicuous base. Jesse had gone to set up the traps at the back door; you just had to remember to never go out that way. There was a spare room on the top floor where you would unload your equipment: laptop, hardcopy files, weapons. You had all day to scope out who you were looking for, and decided it would be best to attack under the cover of darkness.

A rental car had been prepared for you and Jesse, posing as a tourist couple here for the Festival de la Luz. Jesse thought it would be better for him to drive. You agreed as you weren’t sure if he knew if you didn’t actually know how to drive. You should probably tell him at some point.

“It’s so pretty!”
“Yeah, doll. It is.” Jesse spoke fondly.
The town was covered in lights, piñatas and streamers. You’d never been to a festival before and the sights amazed you. Jesse managed to sneak into a parking space near the centre of the town, allowing you a quick getaway should you need it. The odd thing was that there weren’t many people around. You brushed it off; it was the middle of the day and was probably too hot to be out in the glaring sun.

A loud bang brought you out of your daydream. You and Jesse exchanged looks and were on high alert. You sighed in relief as you saw it was just a market stand that had fallen over, a couple of apples rolling down the cobbled street. Jesse grabbed your arm and pulled you to the ground. What you hadn’t noticed was the terrifying group of men harrassing the stall owner, waving rifles around.

Ah. That’s why there’s no people.

They were shouting at the owner in something what you assumed to be Spanish, appearing to be threatening him.

“Crawl.” Jesse whispered.
You were happy to oblige. Everyone else around had scarpered or were hiding. You had some stalls covering your position, but wood wouldn’t stop bullets. Your bare knees bumped against the cobbled lane. A pair of well polished black boots appeared in front of you, and you squeaked from surprise.

“Turistas!” The voice above you exclaimed. You made the mistake of looking up, greeted with a horrifying sight. The man’s face was covered with brightly coloured tattoos.
To be fair, he fit in with the current decor of bright colours but it still shocked you. It must have shown on your face, as the stranger released a dark chuckle.
Hermoso turista.” The man scoffed.
You sat back on your feet, still looking up at the man in shock. A strong grip on your arm made you stand to your feet, and a voice in your ear commanding you run. Your legs were wobbly, having come face to face with someone no doubt part of the gang you were sent to eradicate.

Gunshots were fired. Whether it was from Jesse or the gang, you don’t know. Twisted lanes and stairs to nowhere. The pretty town had suddenly become a nightmare to navigate. You tried to think where the car was but you were in too deep to try and remember.

“Keep running!” A southern voice shouted from behind you. You had no plans of stopping.

Unless of course you ran straight into the same stranger that scared you before. You think you had accidentally ran full circle, but you had no way of knowing as you were seeing stars from running into what seemed like a brick wall. You were spun around and your hands came up to your face defensively. A harsh grip came around your arms and torso and a hand covered your mouth.
“Shh, cariño.” A voice whispered darkly into your ear.
You were panicking. The shorts and tank top you were wearing to deflect the heat now provided absolutely no protection. You tried struggling, small whimpers escaping from you.

“Darlin’, don’t.” Jesse panted. He had one hand resting on his knee and the other hand pointed his gun at the man behind you.

Your widened eyes desperately looked at McCree, frowning as a thought flew through your head. You managed to bash your head backwards, catching the chin of the man holding you. He faltered, giving you enough time to smash your elbow into his ribs hard. He retreated his arms, trying not to double over from the sudden lack of breath. You managed to take one step before you were grabbed again and flung to the side. A sickening thud filled your ears. Your head hurt. You had connected with an actual brick wall. Your knees gave up, collapsing to the ground and your hands came up gingerly to your temple. Your eyelids managed to pry open, staring at your shaking hand that now had blood running down it.

There was a thump next to you, and McCree was on his side trying to push himself up.
“J.. Jesse..” You tried reaching towards him.

The tattooed man stepped in between you two and gave Jesse a hard kick to the ribs, even you shied back. The man now turned towards you, bending down and snatching your outstretched wrist. Pulling you up, a large hand fit snug around your throat.


You tried kicking, but his body was just out of reach. Your breath became shallow. Your sight became blurred. You looked at McCree who was struggling to recoup, and his eyes met yours. A tear escaped the corner of your left eye. You had faced death before.

You were suddenly back on the ground. Jesse had managed to sweep kick the gang member, making both of you fall over. Voices and Spanish words flew through the air.

“C'mon, sweetheart, stay with me.” A calloused hand briefly touched your cheek before disappearing. Your body was screaming for oxygen, your head pounding. You couldnt see properly, as it was blurry and you couldn’t focus.

It’s high noon.”

Six shots rang in your ears and then there was deathly silence.

You closed your eyes, and felt your body slump. Before your head hit the ground an arm caught you.

“It’s alright, darlin’. I got you.”

A warmth you didn’t expect and suddenly you were floating, welcoming the darkness.


((A/N: Sorry this took so long so write! Please excuse/let me know of any errors. The only proof reader I have is myself. Will try to update weekly. Continuation of Cowboys and Angels or can be read separately!))

This is for @scarecrowsgohroohraa, who correctly guessed that my pen name is a reference to Bowser.  I was asked to do something with UF!Paps, so I hope you like it!

UF!Papyrus: Icy Roads, Warm Bed


Papyrus glares at you, his eyesockets narrowed despite his flabbergasted tone–as if you should have at least kept a guest room.  Ha!  Yeah, right.  Your modest one-bedroom apartment suits you just fine.  It’s affordable, and it isn’t like you have to host slumber parties or anything.  Your friends are adults; they can go back to their own homes.

But apparently, the grouchiest of your friends cannot.  

It’s your fault Papyrus is stranded with you in the first place.  You had been the one to text him, asking if he had any experience with hot water heaters.  While it may have sounded like some sort of pick-up line (hey baby, do you know how to warm up my pipes?), you had genuinely needed his guidance, and after he irritably attempted to direct you via the phone, he had ultimately given up and driven over to your apartment himself.  After a few comments about not being your handyman, Papyrus had… struggled to solve the puzzle of the hot water heater.  By the time he actually fixed it–just in time for the winter storm–the sun had set and the roads were completely iced over.  

Which meant he needed to stay the night and wait until everything warmed up tomorrow afternoon and the roads began to thaw.  That also lead to your current predicament–sleeping arrangements.  

Your bedroom contains a full-sized bed pushed against the wall for added space, while your living room has a loveseat and a recliner, both of which are too short for Papyrus to comfortably lie across.  The bed would be fine, but…

You shift uncomfortably, your gaze returning to the irritated skeleton.  While the two of you are friends, with his attitude, you ended up at one another’s throats more often than not.  It’s best to just give in this time, especially since he had actually helped you before getting iced in.  "Yeah, just one bed.  Look, I’ll just take the couch so you can stretch out,“ you offer, already moving to grab your pajamas out of a drawer.

Papyrus stares at you for a moment more, before he glances away.  Either his eyelights are glowing brighter, the light casting a glow upon his high cheekbones, or he’s blushing.  ”… IT’S FINE.  WE CAN JUST SHARE THE BED.“

You freeze in the middle of closing the drawer, slowly turning toward him.  ”… What?“

"OH, DON’T ACT LIKE YOU DIDN’T HEAR ME, HUMAN! I SAID WE CAN SHARE THE BED!  YOUR COUCH IS STIFF AND LUMPY.  YOU WOULD WAKE UP WITH YOUR BACK KILLING YOU.”  His arms cross, and he averts his gaze from you to your mattress, glaring even harder.  You continue to stare, completely flabbergasted.  Is he serious..?

Papyrus plops down on the edge of the mattress and begins taking off his tall, thick-soled boots.  He doesn’t take off his socks, but he does take off his gloves, and it’s the first time you’ve ever seen his phalanges.  You’ve seen Sans’s countless times–he never wears gloves–but Papyrus’s fingers are long and slender, the skeleton equivalent of pianist fingers.  He shoves his crimson gloves into his boots and then unwinds the ragged scarf from his neck, leaving on his tight black jeans and shirt.  

He’s serious about this.

So why make it weird?

“O-okay, I’ll just go change,” you manage, slipping out of the room without your pajamas in hand and a flush to your face.  It’s not that big of a deal; you’re just sharing a bed.  You’ve done that with friends plenty of times.  

…Only this time, it’s with someone you find incredible attractive.  Even if the two of you argue all the time, it only fuels the fire.  He challenges you, and you him, and you had begun to sneak a flirtatious tone to the arguments that you weren’t quite sure he understood.  This could be an opportunity to make a move.

Or it could be an opportunity to lie awake all night, staring at the ceiling in the dark, while being acutely aware that his arm was close enough to brush yours.  

You know it’s probably going to be the latter and sigh, changing your clothes, and finally heading back to the bedroom.  Papyrus is sitting on the edge of the bed, impatiently waiting.  "…YOU GET IN FIRST.  I DON’T WANT TO SLEEP AGAINST THE WALL.“  

"Who says I do?” you shoot back automatically, bristling over his demand, and he rolls his eyelights, nonplussed.


Arguing over something stupid like that is just delaying the inevitable, so you sigh and throw your hands down at your sides.  Complying, you crawl across the bed to the side closest to the wall and lie down.  Papyrus flips off the lamp without looking at you and lies down.  It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the lack of light enough to make out his outline, and when they do, you can see that he’s lying on his side with his back toward you.  

The bed feels warm with him in it, and you were surrounded.  Your shoulder is against the wall, and your arms are gathered onto your abdomen so your elbow won’t touch Papyrus, but… you’re wide awake, as expected.  You’re hyper-aware of every little movement he makes, and as the silence stretches, you begin to relax your arms.  This isn’t that awkward, you decide after several long minutes have passed, and even though your face is still burning, you manage to close your eyes.  You’re just sleeping with your grouchy crush; that’s no big deal, right?  

When morning comes, you wake up feeling comfortable and warm, like you’re wrapped up in a cocoon.  You must have made yourself into a blanket burrito again.  You snuggle deeper into the blankets, your half-lidded gaze shifting from the wall to your cocoon–

Only to spot skeletal arms wrapped around you.  

Your blush only intensifies are you note that long, slender fingers are gripping the softness of your chest, while the other hand is splayed across your abdomen.  Your spine stiffens, and you draw in a deep, ragged breath through your nose, the events of last night replaying.  Papyrus seemed to have rolled over in his sleep, and the two of you ended up spooning.  You start to turn your head back toward him, only to realize its tucked beneath his chin.  

What do you do?  Do you lie here and continue to let him grab onto you in his sleep, or do you attempt to break his hold and slip out of bed?  Do you wake him up with an elbow to the sternum and never let him live it down?  Or do you just go back to sleep?

While you’re weighing your choices and trying to calm down, you suddenly feel Papyrus stiffen from behind you.  Obviously, he just woke up and realized what he was doing.  You feel his fingers flex, trying to figure out what he’s grabbing onto, and you suddenly see a reddish light cast upon the beige wall directly in front of you.  This time, you know he’s blushing.   He makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat, and very carefully, he removes his hands, slowly dragging one of his arms out from beneath you, while simultaneously backing away to his side of the bed.  You don’t move the entire time.

After a few moments with him lying there, the mattress creaks as he finally sits up, and you turn your head to watch him rake his phalanges across his face and over his head.  He stays like that for a moment, hands on his face and his back hunched over, so you decide to snap him out of whatever trance he’s in.

“G'morning,” you greet with a stage yawn for emphasis.  His entire body jerks, his spine snapping straight and his hands immediately falling.  He doesn’t turn around, most likely because he’s still blushing a bright crimson.

“GOOD MORNING!!”  His voice is an octave higher than usual and comes out with forced enthusiasm.  

“Did you sleep well?”  You sit up, stretching your arms above your head to get your back to pop.  Papyrus flinches at the sound and jumps to his feet.

“YES!  Y-YES!  VERY WELL!  ALL GOOD!  BUT I’M HUNGRY, SO I’M.. I’M GOING TO MAKE BREAKFAST!”  He nearly stumbles in his haste to flee the room, and you’re unsure if you should be flattered that you have this effect on him, insulted that he ran away, or neither because he’s probably just mortified that he got handsy while you both were unconscious.  

Either way, you get out of bed and follow him to the kitchen.  His cooking is, quite frankly, the worst thing you’ve ever experienced, so you manage to shoulder him out of the way and make instant pancakes while he grumbles and sits on a stool to watch.  By the time you’re finished eating, he’s able to look at you without turning red again.  Neither of you mention what happened, both playing dumb, and you watch TV together while you wait for the roads to thaw.

“You know…” you begin, glancing up at him.  He looks relaxed, but he always does when he’s watching MTT.  "…maybe you shouldn’t chance driving today.  It would probably be safer if you just stay another night.“

The suggestion tumbles past your lips before you can stop it, and you mentally wince.  Is it too obvious that you want to sleep beside him again?  Is he going to–

"THAT SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD IDEA.  I DON’T WANT TO POTENTIALLY DAMAGE MY VEHICLE!”  He doesn’t even look away from the television, despite giving in so easily.  

You can’t help but smile.  "That’s right.  You’d flip your shit if your baby got scratched.“

"THAT CAR IS WORTH MORE THAN YOUR LIFE, HUMAN!” He scoffs, the words holding no bite.  

The two of you bicker back and forth, but you’re distracted, thinking about tonight.

You’re going to be the one to “accidentally” cuddle him this time.  

it’s a date

paring : Bucky Barnes x gender neutral Reader

prompt: your loud old neighbors move out but you forgot when you went to tell them to turn it down you met someone unexpected. 

A/n: this will be a Bucky week, so send in your Bucky request! enjoy

warning: none?

word count: 1K

Originally posted by geekyyears9

It was late and you just finished your shift at work, you had to work extra since one of your co-workers didn’t come in today and top of that you already had a full schedule.

You didn’t mind filling in for your co-worker since you were going to be paid extra. But today wasn’t your best day.

It all started last night you were trying to get some shut eye but your upstairs neighbor had other plans. Your neighbor Max was a great guy, he was polite and a very friendly guy, but the only downfall to him was he would be constantly throwing parties. At first, you didn’t mind it, he would always come over before a party and warn you that they might be a bit loud and if it disturbed you, you can tell them.

You could’ve gone to Max and tell him that the music was too loud but knowing you, you didn’t and suffered the whole night. On top of that, your insomnia wasn’t helping.

  You finally fell asleep at 3;45 am but you were brutally awakened in 2 hours since you had to go work. You spend your whole day tired and miserable and on top of all that the plans you had made with your friend had been canceled.

Today just wasn’t your day.

You arrived at your place around 11 pm, all you wanted to do was take a warm bath and curl into a ball and fall asleep. Sadly that didn’t happen.

You left the water running as you took off your close not bothering to check if it was heating up. It was only after you were fully in the tub you realized that it wasn’t warm, it was from being warm it was ice cold.

You jumped up from the tub and wore your bath gown, you got out of the bathroom to call your landlord, he told you he must’ve forgotten to tell you that you weren’t going to have any hot water that day and you were going to get it back in the morning.

You sighed and decided to not take a shower and just go to sleep.

‘What else can go wrong?’ you thought to yourself as you changed into your PJ pants wore a random T-shirt.

Just was your head landed on your fluffy pillow, loud music was heard from upstairs and you 110% sure that it was your neighbor.

“I’ve had enough of this madness I’m going upstairs” You jumped out of bed and ran out of your apartment to the one above yours. 

You heard the loud music as you walked down the hall to the apartment, you knocked on the wooden door, ready to scream at the first person who opened the door and you did.

 “What the hell are you doing? Don’t you know it’s late? Some people have work tomorrow and they need to sleep” you screamed, you looked up to meet your neighbor’s brown eyes instead you met a pair of beautiful blue eyes “fuck” you whispered. 

“oh I’m so sorry my friends and I had no clue.” the long haired man pointed at well-built men standing right behind him, his friends smiled and waved at your direction. You gave them a tired smile instantly regretting the fact that you just yelled at the brunette. 

“we’re terribly sorry for waking you up and I promise you that it will never happen again” you couldn’t help but stare at his blue orbs. 

You wanted to tell him that it was ok and that you overreacted. You felt horrible that you just screamed at him, but you were incapable of forming any words. 

You kept staring at him “I-It’s ok” your throat felt dry, he closed the door and you went home. You couldn’t stop thinking about him, he was so nice to you even though you screamed at him. 

“I’m going to say sorry to the guy first thing in the morning,” you told yourself as you feel asleep. 

You took a deep breath as you went to knock on the wooden door you knocked on the previous night. 

The door opened and you saw the sleepy man stand in front of you, his long hair was tied into a man bun. He was only wearing gray sweat pants, his toned chest on full display to your wondering eyes. 

You looked at him “ Goodmorning” he smiled at you"G'morning" his voice was raspy from sleep.

 " I wanted to tell you that I am really really sorry for what happened yesterday I forgot that my old neighbor Max left and I thought you were him and on top of that I had a really long day at work. It really wasn’t my best day" you laughed a little trying to lighten up the mood.

“hey don’t worry it’s fine. It was my fault too I didn’t realize that people had work the next day,  I just moved in here and my friends of threw me a surprise party, but you already know” he chuckled. 

“I’m Y/n” you offered your hand, he shook your hand “ that’s a nice name,” you blushed  "I’m James but everyone calls me Bucky". 

“hey Y/n since it wasn’t intentionally our fault why don’t you come over for a cup of coffee?” he rubbed the back of this neck, “if you want of course”. 

You smiled at him “I would love to Bucky” he smiled hearing you call him by his nickname “but I have work today. What about tomorrow?” you asked. 

“it’s a date doll" 

Sherlolly Appreciation Week - Day 2 - First Date

(A/N) - I cheated a little bit on the prompt. Couldn’t help myself! Hope you like it!!

It’s a Date

He was going to ask her out to dinner. Arriving back in London after Sherrinford, his plan was to see her first at Bart’s - safe, neutral territory.

This time it was meant to be nothing like the time he’d summoned her to Baker Street after his “resurrection” to ask her to solve crimes. He really did want to have dinner with her. He wanted to sit down in the corner booth at Angelo’s and tell her everything that had led up to that phone call, as well as everything that happened after it. He wanted her to understand not only the fear he felt as the timer ticked towards her death, but the clarity that came the moment the words escaped his lips.

More than anything else, he wanted to look her in the eyes when he said “I love you,” again.

He had a plan. Arrive in the lab, apologise earnestly, and hope against hope she would be willing to give him this one chance to explain.

But as soon as he saw her, looking intently into a microscope, face scowling in concentration, all words escaped him.

Except one.

“Molly,” he said, head bowed in sorrow and supplication.

Her eyes closed at the sound of his voice. She look a deep breath, steeling herself before looking up at him.

He was meant to take her to dinner. He was meant to explain everything. He was meant to ask for her mercy, her forgiveness.

Instead, all her could think about was the coffin, the bomb hat never was, and the fear and adrenaline that coursed through his veins at the thought of losing her.

“Sherlock, I-”

She didn’t get the chance to finish her thought before he placed one hand at either side of her face, tilting her head up ever so slightly while his lips claimed hers in a kiss he hoped could communicate the maelstrom of emotions in his mind.

Dinner could wait.

The next morning, Sherlock woke up, keenly aware that he was not alone. Smiling, he remembered the events of the night before, the kiss in the lab that led to a more frantic coupling in Molly’s office while they were on the way to grab her things before heading back to Baker Street. Stolen kisses in the back of the cab because Sherlock couldn’t contain himself, and Molly’s loud moans as he pinned her to the wall in the stairwell the moment they got inside the front door.

Sherlock was surprised they’d made it into his bed at all.

Next to him, Molly began to stir. Her exposed skin prickling goosebumps in protest against the cool of the morning, she burrowed into his side, her hand tracing idle paths on his chest.

“Good morning, Molly.”

“G'morning,” she mumbled.

“Do you have any plans today?”


“Good, because I was hoping tonight you and I could-”

“Solve crimes?”

“No, even better. I was wondering if you’d like to have dinner?”

Molly looked deep into his eyes, her mouth warming into the widest smile he’d ever seen on his pathologist.

“It’s a date!”

His Specialty is Pancakes

Summary:  The RFA+S wake up before MC. After the After Story.

Pairing:  Saeyoung x MC/Reader

Genre:  Slice of Life

Rating:  G

Word Count:  Approx. 1400


Saeyoung’s toy company was off to a good start.  He had a small shop in town for his actual merchandise, and a small team that he paid to help him assemble his toys.  But he didn’t trust anyone else with the books for his business, so he ended up doing all that paperwork himself, along with actual toy invention and engineering.

He was a busy man.  But that was where he thrived!  He might complain about it, but you knew how happy Saeyoung was when he had a lot of different projects to work on at once.  He didn’t love the paperwork part, but if he wasn’t going to get an accountant, he didn’t have much of a choice.

The only problem was that it made his work hours really irregular.  He almost never went to bed the same time you did.  …Or, he’d go to bed with you, but he wouldn’t sleep. Sometimes, he would fall asleep beside you, but more often than not, you felt him get out of bed when he thought you were asleep. Straight to his computer he would go, either on the floor beside your bed on a laptop, or in his office where his big, heavy-duty desktop was.  His years of weird hours with the agency had definitely left an impression.

Last night had been no different.  After a satisfying round of intimacy (or two…), when Saeyoung felt you slip in to dreamland, he had tucked the sheets around you comfortably, and tiptoed out of the bedroom to get a little more work done.  He typed away on his keyboard, simultaneously designing a whale toy that could play music even underwater, balancing the day’s profits and expenses, putting in a supply order, and working on a plan for a program that could let you play a long-distance laser-pointer game with your cat at home while you were away, via CCTV.  There was also a blueprint to Jumin’s home with security guard routes and schedules open, as well as Elly’s cat tree clearly marked, but that was unrelated.

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15 & 16

Request: -Drabble 15??!!!

-can you do #15 please

-I think 15 & 16 will be good together x

-Can you do 15 with Owen please? Thanks!
“Wake up baby.” A soothing voice interrupted your dreams. Not that you minded, after all it was your favorite voice to hear in the mornings.

“Mmm…” You curled into the warm body next to you even more, to tired to speak actual words just yet. You could feel him chuckle softly, kissing your cheek lightly.

“Good morning, Y/n.” He was pestering you now, he probably wanted you to wake up so you two could cuddle. You would have never guessed he would love to cuddle, but he never failed at surprising you.

“Mm? G'morning…” You trailed off, you felt as if you were planning on saying more but in your sleepy faze you forgot within seconds.

“Your so cute when your sleeping, you know?” He shifted his body so he was facing you.

You dug your hand out from underneath the covers and lightly patted what you thought was his forehead. Turns out it was his mouth but never the less. “I’m cute all the time!”

“That you are.” He agreed, moving away strands of hair from your face. You forced your eyes open and squinted up at him for a split second. You admired his messy hair, his green eyes focused on yours and the lazy smile that was placed on his lips.

This is why you loved mornings, you got to wake up to your handsome boyfriend and his loving cuddles and kisses. Everyday’s a good day when you wake up feeling loved.

anonymous asked:

Harry in the morning. Waking up hard and all he needs is you. He just really really needs you right now, love please.

You’d thought it was a dream. A beautiful, heavenly dream in which your boyfriend is eating you out so painfully slow, edging you and bringing you back, whispering dirty things to you and cooing at his “sweet girl.”

And then you realize… it’s not a dream.

Your eyes flutter open slowly and you’re in your boyfriend’s bed, looking up at the ceiling fan spinning around on low. But one part of the dream was real… Harry is down between your legs, licking your clit slowly and lazily and all you can see of him is a lump in the sheets.

You lift up the comforter to see him there, licking and sucking with half-lidded eyes. He looks up at you with a sleepy smile. “G'morning, sweet girl.”

You rub the sleep out of your eyes and reach down to run your fingers through his hair with a lazy sigh. “Mmmm good morning. What’s all this?”

He kisses your clit like it’s the sweetest, softest thing he’ll ever see. “M'sorry, love. I know it’s early I just… had to have you. I woke up so hard I just… needed to taste you. Needed you. Fuck.” His hips grind against the mattress and he gasps at the contact. “Sorry. Fuck.” He struggles to regain his composure. “Know it’s early. I just… SHIT…. had to taste you. And you were already so fooken’ wet, baby. I needed this pussy.”

You feel like you’re dripping with every word, and you affectionately scratch at his scalp. “Of course, Harry. Get what you need.”

He buries his face between your thighs once again, licking and sucking on your clit with full vigor. You’re whining, arching your back off the mattress, tugging at his hair, and loving every minute of this wake up call. “Mm god, baby,” you whine.

“Talk to me,” he mumbles against your folds. “Please.”

And you know exactly what he wants.

He attaches his lips to your clit and you hiss. “Fuck… yes… suck on my clit baby… please.”

“S'it feel good, princess?” He coos, nosing the skin above your clit. “Like when I eat this pussy?”

“YesFUCK… yes…” you’re panting, curling your toes into the mattress when he adds his fingers to the mix. “Oh god Harry,” you whine, “Fuck I’m close.”

“Need you to cum for me, baby,” he says. “Come all over my tongue, baby, please.”

And that’s about all the encouraging you need before you’re seeing stars, whining slews of curse words and grasping at the sheets around you while he licks you through a mind blowing orgasm with a sleepy smile on your face.

You know it’s his turn, and you know the minute you come down from your high you’re going to suck him dry. But for now, this is the best wake up call you’ve ever received. And you hope to wake up this way for years to come.

never fade away, part iii

part i- https://survivingthejungle.tumblr.com/post/154354870093/title-never-fade-away-request-reader-is-few

part ii- https://survivingthejungle.tumblr.com/post/154618130068/never-fade-away-part-ii-request-a-continuation

There was a pair of arms entangling you when you woke up the next morning. The person attached was clinging to you, as if you were all they had. It took you a moment to remember where you were, or more importantly, who you were with. You looked out across the room. The floor-to-ceiling windows were haphazardly covered with thin, creme-colored curtains. The light filtering in looked like raw honey, a dark yellow, almost orange color. If you were not in your current situation, you might’ve been calmed by the sight.

Not much later after you had woken up did the boy who had taken you. He let go of you, momentarily, and you felt relieved, although somewhat chilly. That was a shortlived feeling, because after he stretched and yawned loudly, he took hold of you again in a gesture that could only be described as a snuggle. He had entertwined your legs with him sometime during the night. One arm went under you and held your hand in his, and the other was tracing patterns on your other arm. He moved his head up to you and kissed your cheek, and then whispered into you ear, “G'morning, babes. D'ya sleep okay?” You nodded. That was a lie, of course; you’d never slept lighter in your life, due to the fact that you had never been kidnapped and certainly never had to sleep so close to your kidnapper before. “I slept great. I think it was you,” He gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “I just knew there was something about you. Glad I was right.” He let go of your hand and moved his hands on either side of you, leaning over you. His face was uncomfortably close to your own and your breathing hitched. “But I can’t help but notice,” he said, “you’re awfully quiet. Why won’t you talk to me?” He rested his forehead on yours, noses touching.

There was no was to avoid the question at this point, your only option was to either tell the truth and say you were scared out of your mind or make up a completely frivolous answer. On the one hand, if you lied, then he wouldn’t think you were scared of him. On the other hand, if he eventually found out it was a lie, you had no idea what would be in store for you. You decided that a vague answer was best in this situation, “I… I don’t know what kind of answer you’re looking for,” you whispered, trying to keep yourself as calm and collected as possible.

He chuckled. “An honest one. C'mon, what’s wrong?” he goaded you. The way he worded the question got on your nerves. The kid kidnaps you, forces you to play doll for a couple of grown women, and then forces you to sleep in his bed and has the nerve to ask what was wrong?

You knew one of your worst habits was talking without thinking first. This was a prime example of that. “Really? You don’t have an idea as to why I wouldn’t want to talk to you?” You tried to keep a calm facade on the outside, but in your mind, you freaked out. What had compelled you to give such a reaction to a psychopath with mood swings? Evidently, he was having a similar reaction. He raised his eyebrows at your short outburst.

“Well,” he scoffed, “I suppose you weren’t a fan of the… method of retrieval?” A malevolent grin appeared on his face.

“Was it obvious?” you asked monotonously, trying to keep your cool now that you had already blown off the option of vagueness. His grin remained, unfaltering.

“Oh boy. Now here’s what I was looking for,” he said, a hand coming up to the side of your face. A few small strands of hair had fallen out of your braids from the day prior. “I knew you had a little spark in you.” A knock sounded from the door across the room, and you were indescribably grateful for whoever was on the other side. Jerome flopped back down beside you, holding you in his arms once again. “Yeah?” he called to whoever was on the other side. His chin rested on your forehead.

The doorknob turned and the door was opened, and a tall, dark haired, bourgeoisie-looking man walked in. “Jerome, the others are out at breakfast already. If you don’t eat, that’s on you, but shouldn’t you offer some food to our guest?” he gestured to you.

“Got it, my man,” Jerome gave him a thumbs up and the man took it as his queue to leave, shutting the door behind him. “Well,” he said, tilting his neck and letting the side of his face rest on the top of your head, “Whadaya say I go get us somethin’ ta eat? ‘N then we can… discuss this.”

“Okay,” you responded. He moved off the bed and left the room. You were left alone to your thoughts for a few minutes, thankful to finally have some breathing room. You stood up and the cool air of the room hit your legs, and you were reminded that Jerome had only given you a t-shirt to sleep in. You stretched your arms and back, and then stretched your legs as quickly as possible just in case he decided to come back into the room while you were just about doubled over. You walked over to the window after, you fingers delicately moving the thin curtain aside slightly. The sun was only barely over the horizon, and the cars down on the street were all moving along the streets, the people operating them ready to start their days. Admiring the early morning bustle, you allowed yourself to drift off into your thoughts. I’ve gotta get out of here, you thought. Once I reach the 24 hour mark, the police will start looking for me. I won’t be stuck here forever, you assured yourself. Then you began to assess your current situation. What were you going to say when he came back? You’d already spoken out to him, he’d never let you just nod along after that. He’d expect you to talk to him. And, of course, there were all the potential repercussions you could be facing if you decided not to play along with whatever game he was playing. With someone as emotionally and mentally unstable as he seemed to be, you could very well end up dead if you weren’t careful. You decided that your best option was to just be compliant with him. As long as you didn’t make a scene, you’d be okay and survive long enough to be found.

After some time, he finally returned, a plate full of donuts in hand. “Sorry ‘bout that. Had to put ol’ Greenwood in his place,” he grinned. “So,” he stated, taking a seat on the end of the bed and gesturing for you to sit beside him, “Let’s talk. Are we gonna have… problems?”

“…No,” you stated cautiously, sitting down as far away from him as possible.

“Well then good!” he exclaimed. “'Cause, ya know, if you didn’t… cooperate… then we’d have some problems. Considering I’m all you have.” You glanced at him, giving a confused look. His explanation was instantaneous. “What, you think anyone else would take care of you like I will?” He scoffed. “Babe, I’m the only one who actually cares about you.” Reaching across, he took a hold of your hand and concentrated on playing with your fingers as he spoke. “Y'see, you need me. I’m the one who brings you food and gave you a room and clothes to wear- which I’ll give you later. So, if it weren’t for me, who knows where you’d be right now? I can protect you, (y/n), and I’m going to. Because you don’t have anyone but me,” he met your eyes as he ended his sentence.

You wanted to fight back, to say ‘If it weren’t for you, I’d be back at home, with my family and my friends, safe from people like you,’ but you controlled your outburst and instead kept silent. As long as you just went along with whatever he said, you’d survive. “Okay,” you responded.

His eyes lit up and you saw that sickening grin appear once more. “Good! So then you understand that you can’t leave me, right?” You nodded. “Well. Since that’s all settled, I suppose we should go get you some new clothes. As much as I love, the look, baby girl, I don’t want anyone else looking at you like that.”

(I wanted to go so much farther on with this but i decided to stop it here oops!!!! also i think i finally know how this is gonna end. n in case you cant tell he is kind of like trying to speed up the process of stockholm syndrome on her (with the whole “im the only one you can depend on) and u know obviously he is going to use abuse tactics because well that is just the kind of person he is. thank you all so much for the feedback!!!!!!!!!!! much lov)
Give Me Love

Summary: Steve realizes he’s been holding in his feeling for too long and decides to finally confess to you. ((Sort of a sequel to this drabble, requested by @mary-moonpixie))

Warnings: An unfathomable amount of fluff

Word count: 1500

A/N: I’m so in love with fluffy Steve fics, it’s probably unhealthy at this point. Also, we’re super close to doing another drabble game - just so ya’ll are prepared to send in some prompts ^^

Originally posted by mcavoys

Steve was in love with you. He had come to accept that, the same as how he came to accept that you would never really be his. He wanted that more than anything - to slap a label over you and hoard you all to himself, but you liked him as a friend, a teddy bear, and sometimes a pillow if he was lucky and you were lonely. He had come to terms with it like he came to terms with the fact that he was 95 years old or that there was a thing called the internet that connected you with someone across the world instantaneously.

It didn’t stop him from hoping though. He could still imagine what it would be like to hold your hand or press his lips over all your scars. He could dream about how his stomach would melt if you ever looked up at him with the same look he spared for you and only you. How your smile could melt through his worst moods if you had a special grin reserved for his eyes only.

And he thought he was content with that, that he could live without tangling your fingers together or braiding your hair at 2 AM when you couldn’t sleep, but he was realizing that he really wasn’t okay with that. He wanted to be a gentleman and respect your decision to see him as nothing but a good friend, but it broke his heart watching your eyes light up when someone else walked into the room and got to feel your lips against theirs. He just wanted you to think about how his lips would fit against yours, and if you only did it half as much as he did, it would still be the only thing you thought about in a day.

Maybe it was the adrenaline coursing through him from his morning run or the fact that he was so sick of waking up to a half empty bed and ice cold sheets that he just didn’t care anymore. This labouring, bottomless, choking feeling needed to go, and for that to happen he needed to tell you. He prayed to whatever God there was that he wasn’t beyond loving, and that there was the slightest sliver of a chance that you would feel the same. Because even in the worst odds Steve would be hopeful that he could get something out of the mess that was his life. Maybe that was exactly what he got when he became Captain America, and maybe his luck was all run out, but he was going to find out either way.

All of that determination he built up didn’t last as long as he would have hoped. It withstood a solid five seconds after he found you, and then he was lost for words. Again.

You were in the kitchen, which wasn’t new or foreign in any sense of the word because you always ate breakfast together and it was always after his run and you always looked this gorgeous, but somehow today felt different. The morning sun made you glow like you were some sort of goddess, which Steve wouldn’t doubt for a second, and he wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder. Just like in the movies.

But he wasn’t in a movie, he couldn’t swoop in and kiss down your neck or turn you around and dance with you so close he could taste the mint on your breath. He could hardly find a greeting for you when you noticed him leaning against the door frame and gave him a smile brighter than the sun.

“Mornin’ Steve.” Your voice was honey in his ears and he gave it a second to wash through him before fishing for a response.

“G'morning Ma'am.” When you giggled it was like nothing in the world could go wrong and Steve remembered why he had searched you out in the first place, though now he had lost his nerve.

“I hope you’re cool with eggs and bacon today, it’s all we have left in the fridge.”

“Sounds perfect.” You handed him a loaded plate and leaned up on your tiptoes to brush a kiss on his cheek. You did it all the time but this time it was a lot closer to the corner of Steve’s mouth and that alone put his heart into overdrive. He tried not to notice as you sat across from him at the dining table, coated in a solid beam of light from the window, lit up like God was taunting him, ‘look at this perfect girl, she’s made for you! Too bad you can’t have her.’ Maybe it was time he stopped praying if this was what it got him.

The extra light brightened your eyes though, and Steve could point out every little fleck of colour sprinkled into your iris about as easily as he could recite the national anthem. He was pretty sure you were brainstorming a grocery list, which only proved you could be talking about literally anything and he would still get distracted by the way you mindlessly tucked your hair behind your ear.

And god he loved you.

“Did you… Did you just say you loved me?” You would have laughed and said it back if his tone were any lighter; you had heard confessions before and Steve sounded an awful lot like a lovesick puppy.

“Did I say that out loud?” He had to confirm because he couldn’t believe he just let it slip out after so long of carefully dancing around the term.

“Yeah, kinda.” Steve looked like he wanted to bang his head against a wall, but settled for a long sigh and dropping his face into his hands.

“That’s not how I wanted to tell you.” He glanced up when you giggled, feeling the exact second his heart stopped beating. You really had no idea what you did to him when you looked at him like that.

“Why are you laughing? Quit it, I’m serious. I love you. I love the spark behind your eyes when someone talks about something you like and I love when someone makes a joke and you know you shouldn’t laugh but you do anyways. And I love the struggle you have in that moment when you’re biting back that dumb grin and you literally shake from holding it in. I love when you cuddle up to me on movie night or when you kiss my cheek after handing me breakfast. I love that when you’re worried about a mission going wrong you grab my hand and play with my fingers, and I love the smell of your shampoo when it stays on my pillow from the night before. I love you so much and you don’t even know it.” By the time he was finished he was out of breath and his cheeks were stained pink. You were standing in front of him, biting back a grin that made it even harder for him to find air.

“Steve,” And every thought in his head was saying oh no because he had heard that tone before and it was never in an 'I love you too’ way. He was regretting every letter that left his mouth and thought fondly onto the last time you grabbed his hand for comfort, now that he opened his mouth that would never happen again.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said all that. I know you don’t see me as more than a friend, that’s okay. I know it’s okay, I already accepted that. Why don’t we just pretend I-” He stopped when you planted yourself in his lap, all of his thoughts freezing up like ice. It didn’t help in the slightest when your hand brushed over his jaw and you raised his head to meet your eyes. He gulped because that was the only thing he could do when you were in his lap looking at him with eyes like those and running his hair through your fingers the way you were.

“Steve, please shut up.” He didn’t think he could say anything else; not with his heart beating faster than Pietro could run.

Your lips were getting closer to his, and maybe his brain was just too fried to realize he was moving, but it really seemed like you were the one coming closer. He couldn’t breathe when you were this close, close enough to feel your lips moving against his skin and the warmth it spread throughout his body in heated waves.

And then he heard it - or maybe he felt it - just when your lips brushed over his. He wasn’t sure which sent his stomach reeling more, the sweet taste of tea on your lips and the fact that he actually got to feel your candy sweet mouth against his or the whisper that was kick-starting a party in his head and echoing so far in his ears that he could see the words behind closed eyes;

“I love you too.”

anonymous asked:

How about some fluffy cuddly Kuroo and Iwaizumi. It's a lazy Sunday morning where tickle fights ensue! Thank you <3

aww tickles fights are so cute but i’ll probably kick you in face if came down to it so none for me but all for you anon :D

-admin ushiwaka

requests are open!


Thunder clapped causing you to jolt awake from your deep slumber and the heavy pitter patter of rain filled your ears. You rubbed your eyes and averted your attention to the clock on your night stand.

10:30 A.M.

A sigh escape your lips as you ran a hand through your tangled hair. It was a little later than what you had expected.

“Good morning.” A gruff voice greeted. A pair of lips had met your own and you smiled as you laced your fingers in his messy locks. He pulled away. Golden eyes gazed down at your visage that seemed to be radiating with beauty. The corners of his mouth curved up, fingering your the strands of your silky hair.

“G'morning to you too.” You laughed.

He quirked an eyebrow at you. Suspicion rising from your sudden laughter.

“What’s so funny?”

She laughed again, ruffling his hair. “Some bedhead you’ve got, Tetsu.”

He pouted as she played with his wild mane, but a mischievous grin made its way onto his lips. Before you knew it he hands were roaming places they shouldn’t and you bit your lip trying your best to hold back the moan that was dying to come out. But those hands had different intentions. The sound of your laughter and the abrupt movement of your body had echoed against the walls of the room. No mercy was given.



You whispered, nudging him gently and softly grunted in response. Slowly you trace your finger tips along his thin cotton shirt down to the exposed skin of his toned stomach and it dipped in response.

“…wake up.”

His body suddenly jolts as you pursue his body, fingers taking hostage of all his nerves as he struggles to get out of your wrath, though he’s too late. Consumed by his laughter, you couldn’t help but do the same as he begs for mercy. No matter how far gone he was or may had been pleading for you to stop it was too good to stop.

“[N-n-name]! I’m be-e-gg-ig y-you!!” He sputtered, and you finally halt your movement giving in to him. It takes him a couple of seconds to regain his poise, chest rising and falling as his cheeks flushed an embarrassingly bright red. He stared at you for moment as he lets out a little chuckle and you bring your lips down to his for a brief kiss that turns into more kisses, each one longer than the last before you pulled away, a shit-eating grin spreads across your face.

“That definitely woke you up.”


Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean meets your parents for the first time.

Warnings: None, I don’t think.

Requested by me~

A/N: Why am I writing non-requests? Because inspiration comes at the wrong time! I promise I didn’t forget. I’m working on them currently, but this rando idea got done first. I hope you enjoy nonetheless. We all need a little Dean fluff in our lives :)

Originally posted by hunterchesters

“Relax, Dean. It’s going to be fine”, you whisper soothingly in your boyfriends ear as he nervously grips the steering wheel.

Currently, you two were headed for your hometown where your mother and father still resided. They were hunters as well, until they retired a few years ago. They eventually decided to return to home sweet home the past year.

Your parents were ecstatic to hear you got a boyfriend and very excited to meet him. So, here we are.

Dean’s gorgeous eyes shift back and forth along the scenery, silently dreading when you pull up to a familiar house.

He parks the car on the street, hands shaking as he puts Baby in park. His gaze shifts from the house to you, his eyes full of panic. You offer him a soft smile as you rub his hand soothingly and place a soft kiss to his lips before you two head to the wooden door.

Your knuckles rap on the wood. The soft sound of rustling followed with your mom’s voice saying “Coming!” makes your heart swell with nostalgia.

Soon, your mother opens the door, grinning ear to ear when she sees you.

“Hey mom”, you smile, engulfing her in a hug, one she reciprocates eagerly.

She breaks the hug later, her eyes drawn to the tall stranger beside you. “You must be Dean. It’s so nice to meet you!”

Dean jumps in surprise as she wraps her arms around him. “Nice to meet you to Mrs. Y/L/N. It’s an honor.”

“Oh please. Call me Y/M/N”, she says kindly, gesturing you two into the house.

The delicious smell of food wafts through the living room, and you almost laugh when Dean’s eyes liven up.

You gently take the straps of his duffel in your hands. “I’ll take this to the room.”

Once you return from the bedroom, you notice Dean’s focused on the pictures on the mantle. He hears you approaching, and he turns to greet you.

“Is this you?” He asks, gesturing to the small girl in pigtails in the photo. You smile.

“The one and only.”

You both continue looking at the several photos, laughing and reminiscing in the sweet memories.

The last picture is one of you as a baby. You notice Dean’s eyes soften as he lightly grazes the glass with his thumb.

“If we had a baby girl, I hope she’d look like this”, he whispers, mostly to himself, but you hear it loud and clear.

Your mind blanks. You and Dean had never talked about getting married, let alone having a family together.

Your mother breaks your thoughts and the silence, telling you dinner was ready. Dean hesitantly places the picture down before following you, lacing his fingers in yours.

You two sit next to each other behind a cornucopia of food. “Gees Mom, you never did this for Dad and I”, you tease.

“We have special company Y/N”, she replies gesturing to your uncomfortable boyfriend.

The sound of the front door opening fills the room, the loud sound of boots accompanying it.

“I’m home!” your father’s rough voice brings a smile to your face. He soon enters the room, pressing a kiss to your mother’s cheek.

You stand up to hug your dad. “I missed you”, you say as you break apart.

“Me too, love bug”. However, his warm eyes leave yours and go to Dean.

Dean clumsily stands up, offering his right hand. “Mr. Y/L/N, it’s an honor”, his voice wavers slightly. Your father tightly grabs his hand and shakes it, and you notice Dean’s flinch at the constriction.

“By the way, who owns the beauty parked in the street?” Your father asks you two after releasing Dean.

“That would be mine, sir”, Dean says with a hint of pride.

Your dad’s eyes light up as they begin to discuss the different parts of the car. Your mother and you roll your eyes. Men and their cars.

About ten minutes in, you all are sitting down and enjoying the plentiful food. It’s a somewhat comfortable silence, but it’s broken. “So how long have you two been together?” Your dad asks.

“8 years now”, Dean answers, smiling softly at you. His hand finds yours, and his thumb lightly traces your knuckles.

“When are you two going to give us grandchildren?” Your mother pipes in, and you and Dean choke simultaneously.

Dinner ends a while later, the dishes done and the table clean. It was getting late, and you two were exhausted from the drive here. You tell your parents goodnight before changing and getting into the bed.

Dean follows suit, wrapping his arms around you. “See, it’s not that bad”, you tease, placing a kiss to the hollow of his throat as you snuggle into his chest. You swear you feel him stiffen before relaxing and drifting to sleep.

When morning comes, you’re no longer in Dean’s arms. You groggily rub your eyes before deciding to head to the kitchen for some coffee.

The sweet smell of pancakes fill the air, making you grin. Dean’s setting the table when you walk in. You gently wrap your arms from behind him and place your chin on his shoulder.

“G'morning babe”, you slur out, body still tired from sleep.

“Morning”, he answers, turning his head to peck your lips. With the sound of footsteps approaching, you reluctantly let go and help finish setting the table.

“Good morning”, you tell your parents, and they reciprocate your greeting. Your dad grins widely when he sees the food set out.

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that. You’re our guest!” Your mom protests lightly as she sits down.

“It was no problem, really”, Dean reassures. You all dig into Dean’s amazing breakfast, the fluffy pancakes practically melting on your tongue.

You offer to clean up since Dean cooked. As you dried the last dish, you felt strong arms pull you into a built chest.

“Do you want to go on a walk? It’s nice today”, he suggests, his breath warm on your neck, causing goosebumps to pop up on your skin. You agree after placing the last dish away.

You notify your parents about the walk, but you swear you see them stiff up, but you shake it off and lead out the door.

The warm summer air fills your lungs as you wander around your hometown. You point out old buildings and various spots you used to like.

You two decide to stop at your favorite park. Sitting on a bench, you watch the children happily playing on the playground.

“This is what makes our job worth it, you know”, Dean murmurs, his gaze not leaving the playground.

“They get to live happy lives, and they’ll hopefully never see what we do”, he continues. “I hated the job at first. Sammy and I never had a real home, and Dad was dead set on finding the bastard who killed Mom.”

You listen intently, comfortingly rubbing his hand as he talks. “And then I met you.”

Your eyes trail up to his soft gaze. “Staying in shitty motels, eating greasy food, hunting monsters all day; it’s worth it, if I’m with you.”

Through glassy eyes, you see Dean kneel on the ground on one knee, and the air is knocked from your lungs.

“Y/N, what we have is special. Hell, 8 years ago I thought I’d never be doing this for anybody. But, I can’t imagine life without you by my side. I love you so much.”

He opens the box to reveal his mother’s wedding ring, the one he never took off, that is, until now.

“So, Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

Your love for him swells in your heart, and happy tears roll down your face as you throw yourself into his arms. He holds you tightly, his own tears staining your shirt.

Then he’s spinning you, laughing a genuine laugh, one you haven’t heard in a long time.

Your love would always belong to Dean Winchester. And his love would always belong to you.

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He could clearly remember planning out this morning. He’d had the ring for weeks, all it would really take was the right day and him waking up before you did. Calum had no clue what he was going to say, he figured he would just know the day of. And today was it.

You were asleep in his arms still and he was watching you, a soft smile across his features. He loved how far you burrowed yourself under the sheets, desperate for warmth. Even when your feet were carefully encased in his, you were still freezing. He’d been very careful not to wake you up as he pulled you further into his chest, wanting to give you his entire body heat if he could.

Calum pressed a soft kiss to your forehead as he continued to watch you rest. He remembered talking about it with you, but it had been so casual that he was sure you would’ve forgotten by now. That was definitely okay, he wanted you to be surprised.

“I’m gonna find a way to make you mine.” He had said as you stood together in the kitchen. You had been cooking together, getting dinner ready for you and any of the boys that would undoubtedly join you.

“I’m already yours.” You had replied, poking his cheek so softly. He couldn’t help but laugh. You were right, he was as much yours as you were his, every part of him wrapped around your finger.

“I’m gonna find a way.” He had repeated, and so far, he’d held true to his promise. You stirred in his arm slightly and Calum grinned lightly. “Morning, darling.” He murmured, leaving a soft kiss on the tip of your nose.

“G'morning.” You said softly, a soft smile on your face. “Hmm, not used to seeing you awake this early. It’s nice, waking up to your smiling face.” You commented, gently scratching your nails against his bare chest.

“Yeah? Might have to wake up early more often then. I like watching you sleep. You’re beautiful.” You felt a blush run over your cheeks, always surprised by his little compliments and praises. “I wanted to talk to you actually.” You hummed lightly as your eyes closed again so he knew you were listening. “Babe, it might be nice if you weren’t asleep for this.” Calum laughed softly, running his thumb along your cheek. You sighed and complied, opening your eyes to truly listen.

“I’ve been working up to this for weeks and I’m so in love with you that there’s no reason not to do this. You are my favorite thing on this earth and I want to be able to wake up to your face for the rest of my life. I want to hold you in my arms forever and write songs about you.” You cringed slightly at his last sentiment. “Okay, no songs. I want to make you mine for real, on paper, with a ring on your finger. Will you marry me?”

You were a mess of tears as you nodded and it wasn’t a moment later that Calum was pressing his mouth hard to yours happily. He couldn’t stop the smile on his face as he pulled away, leaning behind him to reach for the small velvet box he’d been carrying around for weeks. Calum opened it, tugged the ring out, and slipped it onto your finger, pressing another soft kiss to your lips. “Can’t wait to make you Mrs. Hood.”

Waking up early in the morning and stretching your arm out to the side where Ashton usually is, finding that he’s not there. You rub the sleep out of your eyes as you sit on the edge of your bed and slip on your slippers before heading downstairs to make a cup of coffee. You stop halfway on the stairs, hearing a soft melody being played. You quietly go down the remaining steps, following the sound of the music and find your missing boyfriend sitting on the couch with a beanie covering his long locks, his worn out guitar on his lap, a notebook in front of him on the coffee table and cup of coffee to the side. You smile to yourself when you notice another mug to his side, one reserved for you. So, you walk towards him, grazing your fingertips over his shoulders and he looks up from his chords grinning when he realises it’s you.

“Good morning, beauty.” He would say and you would smile, nodding your head and let out a quiet “g'morning” in return. You sat beside him, resting your head on his shoulder. He kissed your temple then pressed his fallen glasses back up the bridge of his nose and continued with his guitar.

You stayed like that, enjoying the calmness of the waking morning and the quaint tunes to match the peacefulness of it all.


Translation by TL /a/non

Naruto: zzz
Voice: Naruto-kun
Naruto: Mm.
Voice: Naruto-kun
Naruto: Nnah, sorry, Hinata, lemme sleep a little more…
Voice: Naruto-kun
sfx: pechi pechi (slap slap)
Voice: Naruto-kun!
sfx: pechi pechi pechi
Naruto: All right, all right! I get it! (Ow ow!)

Himawari: Naruto-kun

Wake up.
Naruto: …………
… ‘Kay.
Himawari: Mama’s preparing breakfast!
Come quickly, okay?
Naruto: …. 'Scuse… me…?

Hinata: Good morning, Himawari.
? You’re in a good mood, aren’t-
sfx: zudadadazu (Naruto sprinting)
Naruto: G'morning!
Hinata: -you?
Bolt: Dad?
Hinata: G-good morning. (?)
Naruto: J-just now, Hina - Hima -
Kun - doh!?
(She was super cute?!!)

Naruto: There was an angel!!
Hinata: ??? C-calm down, Naruto-kun
Bolt (Weird dad)
sfx: gui gui (Himawari tugging at Bolt’s collar)
Bolt: ?
Himawari: Big brother,
Pranks are
Super fun!
Bolt/Hima: Riiight?
Bolt: Heheh, I see, I see
Himawari: Papa called mama’s name!
Naruto: I thought without a doubt it was you!
Nooope, I was completely duped!
Hinata: I-I understand. Why don’t you come wash your face? Okay?

Good morning ~<3

Actually this is based slightly on one of my own mornings when I had a friend staying with me for a little while. She woke op early, like too early! And she obviously thought I needed to get up too.(In the mornings I’m on autopilot/zombie mode. I don’t think much, just do the rutines.)

So I walk through the kitchen, hears purring (it sounded like so in my zombie-like-morning-brain) greets my cat Odin, or so I thought. He doesn’t meow back so I turn and to my surprise see the coffemaker. Turns out I greeted the coffeemaker. No wonder he didn’t greet me back. 

And right there’s another reason why my friends should never wake me up early.