morning daze

Dean first saw him because of a wasps nest. His favourite coffee shop had been closed for a week while they tried to get rid of the infestation. He walked in that first morning in a daze, mainly due to a lack of sleep the night before and a serious lack of caffeine. He hadn’t even realised the guy in front of him had been talking until he coughed loudly.

“Sorry, what?” Dean asked finally looking at the guy. Dean thought he recognised him from somewhere.

“I asked you what drink you wanted.” The guy said. “Long night?”

“Oh yeah, I got an English paper due this morning.” Dean said. “Can I get a large coffee, extra shot?”

“Sure, name?”

“Oh…Dean.” He said only just noticing that the guy in front of him was incredibly attractive. Dean had always been a sucker for dark hair and blue eyes. It wasn’t until he was walking out that he saw the note written on his cup.

‘Dean. Good luck with the paper.’

It went on like that for several weeks. Dean’s old favourite coffee place was swiftly replaced. Every morning Dean would walk into the place in a daze until the blue eyed barista gave him a smile. He would always write little notes on the cups. He had figured out who the barista was after describing him to Jo. Turned out the guy was in her history class. Soon Dean only went for those notes on the cups and the small conversations he had with Cas.

‘Dean, congratulations on the A’

‘Dean, no that shirt doesn’t make you look fat.’

'Dean, stop complaining about the music.’

'No Dean. I can’t give you free coffee because you’re cute.’

'If I do give you free coffee it does mean I find you cute.’

'We need bigger cups. These notes are getting longer.’

'Stop winking at me to get a free muffin. It won’t work.’

'That free muffin was not because of the wink yesterday.’

This went on for several weeks until finally one note said:

'Dean, are you planning on asking me for a drink soon?’

Dean stopped, stared at the cup and swiftly turned back round. Once through the door he held the cup up at Cas. Cas rolled his eyes.

“You seemed so affronted yesterday when I said that I hadn’t seen Star Wars. I figured you could explain it me over drinks.” Cas called over with a shrug.

“Pick you up at seven tonight?” Dean asked.

“Turn the cup around.” Cas said, a smirk spreading across his face. Dean turned the paper cup around and grinned at the message.

'Yes. It’s a date.’

Morning Daze (M)

Requested by anon ♥

→ Reader x Baekhyun 

→ DomesticAU; in which mornings with Baekhyun are the most pleasurable ones.

→ Warnings: Smut: thigh-riding, riding.

Word count: 1,2K


Entering consciousnesses, all you could hear was the sheets and blankets around you shuffling before a small gasp and then a petite moan sounding throughout the bedroom. Your eyes opens with ease and you let out a quick moan before turning among the warm blankets to see what the commotion was all about- only to find Baekhyun laying, sleeping on his back in only his boxers that explained just what had Baekhyun gasping in his dreams; morning-wood.

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Some words you won’t unhear, I can’t go back to the person that I was before I hurt you and things will be slightly different between us.

So please, if you’re reading or listening to the songs of the trees and the birds, know that just like early morning– you’re the very definition of home to me, somewhere lost between the morning daze and the highlight gaze
you sang to me.

So please, if you’re never going to forgive me properly at least tell me that what we had was once real and if you could just know that I write these words not as another apology, but as a means that I still think about you when the sun goes down and the moon arrives with another poem to write.

So please, if you’re with someone else some day, just try to forget about the emotional abuse that I put you through, I don’t really know myself, so of course I was going to fuck things up between us, you always were the softer parts of me, the way your lips liked to say my name as we’re arguing with a how could you to amplify the anger that won’t subside with a simple goodbye or a slam at the door.

So please, if you’re alone and drunk, just know that I’m probably doing the same thing. We won’t call and we won’t text, two strangers with a hunger for one another, but we won’t ever meet again and I love you seems to be ripped from page to page, but you’re still my favorite kind of regret. I’m so sorry that we had to end up like this.

So please, I know that we’re still together, but if you ever want out just read these words and take them with you. To the highest mountains, you can burn this letter and let our apologies scatter all over the forest floor. To the bottom of the ocean, I’ll play you the saddest song and I’ll call it blue. I’ll name your eye colors after my favorite thing, I’ll name our love after our favorite song, I’ll name these scars without a blame, I hope that one day we’ll love with the lightness that was us, and if we don’t, and if I don’t and if you don’t remember us, that’s okay. I can live with this, I have to live with this.

So please, if you pick up this letter while I’m sleeping right next to you and you’re reading it with the lights dimmed down just so that I won’t wake up, don’t go through the drawers because there will be more where this came from, I leave letters everywhere for you, one for every mood, maybe you’ll find them all some day, you’ve always been the collector type, collect these unhappy days, but always pride yourself on keeping our happy days. The sun will be up in a few minutes, go make some coffee and pretend that you never read this letter. Put it back. Place my favorite book on top of it, pretend that you didn’t know about those scattered letters, pretend that you don’t know my true intentions, pretend that it doesn’t hurt, pretend that we’re going to make it through this, because I promise, I’ll be doing the same and if you bring it up–

why baby, I didn’t write a thing.
you’re just in a dream,
just like how we were
when we first met
and shared that
first kiss and getting
the same tattoo
on the same heart
that said



how did we end up like this?
—  so please, a letter you’ll promise that you didn’t touch, a letter that you’ll swear you didn’t know existed, and if you did happen to find it while we’re happy, it never happened, burn it.
Oneshot/Drabbles Masterlist

→ Minseok;

Wherever I go (M)* / Monster AU

Room for four (M) / Domestic AU

You Never Know / Domestic AU 

Lucid Dreaming (M) / Unspecific

Cold Desires / Post-Apocalyptic/Vampire AU

Le Temps Qu’il Faut / Domestic/Office AU

→ Junmyeon;

That day / Normalverse

Sour, Bitter, Sweet / Domestic AU

→ Yixing;

Days without him* / Drabble

Room for four (M) / Domestic AU

Staying Sane / Normalverse 

Attention (M) / Drabble

If he sees (M) / Drabble

Baekhyun;

Morning Daze (M) / Domestic AU

Lost In The Heat / Domestic AU

Maroon (M) / Drabble

Jongdae;

Good kisser (M)* / College AU

 Room for four (M) / Domestic AU

Beginnings / Avatar AU

Chanyeol;

Coupons (M) / Domestic AU

Pure Distractions / Domestic AU

Vagabonds / Unspecific

Leaving You / Domestic/College AU

Kyungsoo;

Youth / Domestic AU

Late Nights / Time Traveler AU

Premiere / Normalverse 

Luckiest Man Alive / Domestic AU

Death By Diamonds (M) / Unspecific

Tell Me (M) / Unspecific 

Loved / Unspecific 

Jongin;

Royalty (M)* / Unspecific

Melting Magnets (M) / College AU

Deep Breaths (M) / Unspecific

Painkillers (M) / Drabble

Unwinding (M) / Drabble

Sehun;

Lay it down (M) / Drabble

Infidelity / Domestic AU

Lazy Lovebirds / Normalverse 

Kris;

Luhan;

A calm deer* / College AU

Night Drive / Domestic AU

Glee / Drabble

Tao;

Hate to see your heart break* / Domestic AU

Drabble game

Convalescence Pt.11

Sunday 10th July 2017.

Amelia yelped with surprise as Owen pulled her into the driver’s seat of the van, making her straddle him.  Towering over him now, she reunited their mouths, muffling his moans as her hands pulled at his hair. Within seconds, his once neatly combed back hair had become messy and raging, like a fire.

The abrupt and loud sound of a car horn at 6:30 in the morning startled Maggie awake. Dazed with sleep, she was almost certain she’d dreamt the noise until Ryan entered her room with a questioning look on his face.

“Aunt Maggie, Mr. Owen’s car horn went off,” he stated, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“I know,” Maggie yawned, hopping out of Amelia and Owen’s bed, “I’ll go check and see what caused it.”

“Do you want me to come with you in case there’s a bad guy?” he asked, following Maggie to the bathroom.

“Sure.” As she splashed water on her face and woke completely up, she began to ponder on the circumstances surrounding Owen’s horn going off. He and Amelia were supposed to have come home since last night, and if his horn went off then that meant his truck was in the yard. Which meant…

“Actually,” Maggie said, stopping abruptly at the front door of the house, “Why don’t you check on your sister and make sure she’s safe. I’ll yell if I need you.” Before the little boy could answer, she slipped out the house and closed the door behind her, her slipper stepping on what was clearly Owen’s leather jacket and, next to it, Amelia’s. Sighing to herself, Maggie picked up the two jackets and began following the trail of clothes. At the bottom of the steps, she found Owen’s shirt. On the lawn, she found Amelia’s shirt and bra and Owen’s trousers. At the base of his van was where she found their shoes and her pants and, sticking halfway out the driver’s door, she finally found Amelia’s underwear.

Moving all of the gathered clothes into one hand, Maggie used her free hand to knock on the foggy, driver’s side window. A few seconds after, the glass lowered by a few centimetres as blue orbs looked through them.

“Oh, hi,” Amelia said casually. She was facing the back of the seat, almost like she wanted to hug it, a generally unusual position.

“What are you doing?” Maggie asked, annoyed.

“Nothing?” she answered.

“Where’s Owen?”

The glass lowered another couple centimetres, revealing flaringly messy golden hair and another pair of blue eyes.

“Hi,” Owen greeted, his face flushed with embarrassment. Thank god all the windows were fogged from their body heat, he thought.

“You know, you two aren’t the only people who wanted to have sex last night,” Maggie grumbled, slipping their clothes in through the window, one by one, “I don’t even want to know what you were doing that caused you to blow your car horn.”

“Thank you,” Amelia grinned sheepishly, taking the clothes from her. “We’ll be up in ten minutes.”

Rosie sat on Owen’s chest as he lay on the bed, grabbing his hands and pulling them away from his face so he couldn’t hide himself. There wasn’t anyone else for Owen to interact with, seeing as Ryan was studying and Amelia was fast asleep, next to him. After the events of this morning, and those following after, he couldn’t blame her for being exhausted; he was tired too. But his thoughts were keeping him up. Everything about last night, the way they moved as if nothing had changed, it was all still coursing through his brain, making it physically impossible for him to sleep.

He could feel her hands tugging at his boxers, encouraging him to get rid of his last piece of clothing. Pushing his waist up, Owen shrugged the underwear down to his shins and his member grazed against her opening before he gently pushed himself inside of her.

Deep in thought, Owen hadn’t even noticed when Rosie ventured off his chest and to the bed, sitting in the middle of him and Amelia. Amelia’s back was faced away from them and her shirt was slightly scrunched up, revealing the scar running along her lower back. He watched as Rosie grazed her tiny fingers across the scar before looking up at Owen with a small pout and a worried gaze.

“That’s a boo boo,” Owen told her.

Rosie looked back at the scar and tried to grasp it with her hand. “Boo boo,” she muttered under her breath. After a few seconds of looking at it, she lowered her face to the scar and planted a kiss over it before looking up at Owen for approval.

“All better,” he said, kissing the top of her head, making her smile and giggle.

Monday 11th July 2017.

“Do you think we’re sitting too close to each other?” Owen whispered in her ear as the two sat on the couch and waited for their therapist to arrive.

Amelia looked at the space between them before looking at him. “I think so.” They both shifted further away, hoping their behaviour wouldn’t allude to Sunday’s activities.

“Good morning,” Tim chirped as he entered his office, brief case in hand, “How was our little outing on Saturday? Did we get a little busy?” Owen and Amelia stared at him with pale, blank expressions as he rested his things down and pulled out his notepad. Noticing their slightly terrified gazes, Tim grinned. “Oh relax; I’m not going to punish you for having sex.” Amelia and Owen looked at each other before looking back at him.

“Why are you assuming we had sex?” Owen scoffed, slowly destroying their united front to keep their secret copulation exactly that, a secret.

“Because I set that date up so that you would and I knew you would,” he shrugged, “Everything that you two have told me helped me to get to that conclusion.” He pointed at Amelia. “You might’ve probably been the one to instigate it. Owen has very good willpower, except when it comes to you, so I’m sure he barely put up an argument when you approached him.” Owen slouched further in his seat as his cheeks turned red and Amelia averted her eyes as she blushed and smiled a little, finding the comment hilariously true. Opening his briefcase, Tim pondered if their recent copulation would help them get through the topic he wanted to address today.

The therapist flipped his notepad to a new page. “Let’s talk about the twins.”

There was a soft knock at the door before he came inside. “Everyone’s asleep.” She nodded her head, not looking up. Owen sighed, coming closer to the tub before lying down on the floor and looking up at the ceiling. She had been quiet and reserved like this since their afternoon session. With her knees to her chest and her arms wrapped tightly around her legs, Amelia sat still in the bath, eyes still red from crying earlier, just like Owen’s.

After a long period of silence and stolen gazes, mostly from him, he finally dared to ask, “What are you thinking about?”

Inhaling deeply, Amelia responded, “Babies. What are you thinking about?’

“The leftover chicken we have in the fridge,” Owen answered truthfully. He glanced at her and saw her smiling, so he smiled too.

“Bring the chicken,” she giggled. A few minutes later, Owen returned with a half bucket of fried chicken and some napkins. “Don’t you want to come in?” she asked when he sat back down on the floor. Owen looked up at her, a little caught off guard. She seemed like she wanted her space, but it appeared that he was wrong.

“Okay.” He stripped himself of his clothes and slipped in the tub right behind her, displacing a considerable amount of water in the process. He grabbed the bucket and handed it to her, letting her choose a piece first. For a couple minutes, they sat in silence and ate, the little sounds of their chewing being the only noise.

“I would have told you no,” she said suddenly.

“No to chicken?” Owen tried to clarify.

“No to your proposal,” she added after swallowing a bite, “If I hadn’t been pregnant at the time, I would’ve said no.”

There was an awkward silence as Owen stared at his chicken. “A flat no or a ‘we should wait longer’ no?”

“A flat no.” When Amelia heard no response, she turned to look back at him and chuckled. “I’m kidding, Owen.”

A relieved expression took over his face. “That’s not funny.”

“Waiting longer would’ve been my choice,” she pondered to herself. “There’s a lot of things I wish I’d done differently.”

Owen’s heart raced, excited to finally have her open up to him outside of a therapy session. “Things like?”

“Thinking about your feelings about the miscarriage,” she whispered, recalling the harsh words he’d spat at her, earlier today, about how everything was always about her.

“Amelia, what I said today…”

“Was true,” she finished for him, “I didn’t even stop to think how you felt. I never do.”

“You got hurt,” he justified, “It didn’t matter how I felt.”

“It did,” she challenged, “They weren’t just my babies, they were yours too.” She turned to look back at him again. “How do you feel?” He hadn’t expected their conversation to go this way.

He thought about the question briefly before answering, “When I picked Rosie up from day care a couple days ago, there was this mother collecting he kids. Little, twin babies; identical.” He smiled to himself before continuing. “I wanted to run them all over with a wood chipper, as harsh as that sounds. That’s how I feel.” She leaned into him, resting her head in the crook of his neck. Owen gripped her thigh under the water and squeezed it anxiously, wondering if to ask the question that had bene bothering him for weeks. Taking a chance, he blurted out, “Do you want any more kids.”

Without hesitation, Amelia answered, “I do. I just don’t know when or how or if to even risk it.”

“I doubt you’d get hit by a car again,” he said, making her roll her eyes.

“It’s not that. It’s the fact that anything could happen. I don’t think I’d survive if I have another…” Her eyes watered at the thought. “I’m afraid to risk it.”

“I’m afraid too,” he agreed, lifting his piece of chicken, “But chicken helps.”

Amelia laughed, looking at her almost finished drum stick. “It does.” She sighed and closed her eyes, nuzzling her nose against his neck. He responded by placing a kiss on the top of her head. This was the first time they’d talked like this, without a therapist overlooking their every move, and it was extremely satisfying. Raising her head to look at him, Amelia smiled contently.

“What?” he asked with a soft smile, catching the wistful gaze. Lifting her hand out of the water, she grasped his chin and pulled him in for a delicate kiss, which answered everything.

My favorite fairytale is Peter Pan.
When we were still young enough to play pretend,
My sister would be Wendy,
And I was always one of the little lost boys,
Swearing that I would never grow up-

And for a while I thought it was true.
Like I was all daydream daze and morning haze.
I was always stopping to smell the flowers,
And taking walks during sun showers.
I loved taking walks-
Even familiar streets felt like exploring.
I loved taking walks-
Just never alone-
And never at night-
And never with the neighborhood boys-
You learn young that even the nice ones can bite.

And, you’re starting to think that something went wrong.
You never meant to grow up-
You were just a little lost boy.
You’re still supposed to go on adventures,
But mom and sister tells you that you can’t trust Peter.
Can’t hang around too many of those sidewalk scrape boys.

Like they’re all hiding hooks for hands.
Like they all grew up without you.
Like they are pirates in lost boys’ clothing.
Like maybe you never grow too big to play pretend-
Your fantasies just become a little less magic and a little more survival.

Like pretend you don’t hear comments called from street corners. Pretend you do not feel his hand on your waist,
Your face,
Your thigh.
Pretend your skin does not crawl when you feel his breath hot on the back of your neck.
Pretend you don’t know what they mean when they make jokes of your body-
Like the laughter doesn’t split your ears.
Like all those eyes don’t pierce you.

Pretend like you are still small enough to play pretend.
Pretend you are so small that maybe they can’t even see you.
Pretend like growing up was ever a choice for you-
Like Wendy could have stayed if she wanted to-
Pretend like you don’t know damn well why there aren’t any little lost girls.
Like little lost girls all found their way home so soon-
Like little lost girls grew up before they ever wanted to.

Like no matter how much you don’t wanna grow up,
You still feel yourself age every time hungry eyes and famished hands mistake you for a meal.

Like Pan and his corner boys like to play at sword fights with sticks,
But all the girls I know walk with car keys jutting from their fists.

Like jailbait isn’t really the cutest nickname,
But my older brother’s friend called me it when I was 10 and it’s stuck ever since.

Like little lost girls don’t get to stay in Neverland very long.
Little lost girls are never girls for very long-
But they will always feel little.
Always too small to fly with Peter and his concrete corner boys.

Little lost girls can’t fly anyway-
You need pixie dust for that.
All they’ve got is ash from the skirt they burned
The first time someone blamed it for his hands.
All they’ve got is scorched fabric and smoke in their lungs.
They’ll have buried their childhood before they’ve gotten a chance to take the sky-
To fly toward the second star to the right and straight on till morning.

No, these little lost girls are all in mourning-
Draped in black,
Attending funerals for the children they never got a chance to be.
These little lost girls did not want to grow up.
Did not want to say goodbye.
Did not want to forget.
But it was never up to them.

Now, they cannot remember the last time they took a walk down the street
Like an adventure, 
And not like a haunted house-
All tense and waiting,
Like they’re always expecting that crocodile.
Like they’ve been hearing the tick-tock of its swallowed clock in the voice of every boy who didn’t bother to ask her permission.

Like little lost girls did not ask for this-
Like little lost girls did not want to grow up either.
Little lost girl was not given a chance.
Little lost girl was not given a choice.

Peter Pan has always been my favorite fairytale-
But even bedtime stories become hard to hear,
When they just serve as a reminder of all
You were never allowed to be.

—  Little Lost Girls

Kiss Me [Part 2]

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Blood, Mentions of Violence

Words: 2.4k

Part 1


You woke up warm – like really warm. Blinking away the blur of sleep, you groaned slightly as you pushed back the hoard of blankets that were covering you and slammed the dismiss button on your alarm. In your mild morning-daze, you moved sluggishly, rubbing your face as your surroundings finally registered. You were in your room; briefly you wondered how you had gotten there. You could only assume that Bucky had carried you to bed since you passed out at some point during the evening on the couch. The idea of the normally stoic super soldier cradling you carefully as to avoid skin-to-skin contact – much less gently enough not to wake you – made your heart flutter and a small smile tilt your lips. Looking to your bed, you flipped the blankets back, shaking your head ruefully as you realized there were three more comforters than normal. Forcing yourself out of the bed, you made your way to your bathroom to go through your normal morning routine.

You had talked a little afterwards as you scrolled through the movie channels – Bucky had popped some popcorn and you two had bickered and laughed and it was a lot of fun. Probably the most fun you had had in quite a while, if you were being honest, but now you were feeling anxious. Would things be weird? It wasn’t like you guys had officiated anything, or really… even mentioned anything like that, but you had held hands and he asked when could kiss you, and you were pretty sure that meant he was interested in a relationship with you. And then of course he put you to bed and tucked you in, which was really sweet.

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OVERWATCH FIC: You can’t take it with you

Pairing: Hanzo/McCree

Wordcount: 2200

Rating: Gen

Summary: Canon AU where the Shimada family and the Deadlock gang used to do business and Hanzo and McCree had a thing… and then McCree gets the ‘offer’ from Overwatch.

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The car came to a stop with a screech like metal in pain, sliding in by the shitty motel they’d agreed to meet at should everything go tits up. Jesse didn’t bother to give a second glance at where he’d parked – the motel was the only place for miles. For all intents and purposes the whole damn desert served as a parking lot.

The motel owner, who brought to mind nothing so much as an elderly tortoise whose last piece of lettuce had just wilted, tottered out onto the dilapidated porch to peer at him suspiciously. He gave her a wave. She softened a little as she recognized him and went back inside.

He rolled the window down and stuck his head out to look for a familiar figure, squinting against the sinking sun. The AC in the car was getting a little sketchy and the wind cooling down for the night was a nice change. Almost immediately he spotted him – Hanzo was standing leaned against a fence, arms crossed across his chest and radiating a near palpable field of annoyance even at this distance. He was wearing one of the loose, wide-sleeved shirts he must somehow fondly imagine helped him blend in in extremely small town America.

Jesse got out of the car, kicked the door closed behind him and went over to lean back against the fence next to him. ”Howdy,” he said, taking off his hat and trying to push away the tightness in his chest. ”Ain’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

Hanzo, completely unmoved by this attempt at manic chipperness, only deigned to send him an unimpressed scowl. He’d pulled his hair back in a ponytail, which sharpened up his features and made him look more severe – maybe a bit older. It suited him. ”You are extremely late. I was about to leave.”

Jesse made a face. ”Yeah, yeah, I know. Something… came up.” Understatement of the year. ”Sorry about that.”

”Not as sorry as you will be if you can not come up with some very good reasons for why you turn up three days late and without the shipment,” Hanzo said with silky menace. ”The rest of the family is all ears, as you can imagine.”

Which, given the Shimada clan’s usual modus operandi and the fact that Jesse, to the best of his knowledge, had both his life and all his limbs intact, must mean that someone had vouched for him. Sure, someone. No wonder he was a little grumpy.

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Dare - Ashton Irwin Fanfic - Part 9

Part 8

Summary: You and your neighbour Ashton never really got along until he decided to change that, making you two the most unlikely set of best friends. Both of you are dancing on the edge of desire but the question is, who will slip first?

Word Count: 2.4K


Ashton woke early the next morning, a little dazed and confused. Y/N was next to him but this was different, it wasn’t like all the other times they’d fell asleep in the same bed. This time she was naked and so was he. They’d made love the night before .. shit.

Ashton looked down to the beautiful girl with her head on his arm and her floral scented hair splashed across his pillow, just as lovely as when he’d first laid eyes on her. He sighed as a huge grin crept onto his face, last night was more magnificent than he’d ever imagined. He wasn’t going to do it, he’d never planned on making a move but it felt like the build up was too much last night. Normally he could just brush it off and convince himself that they were better off as friends but the way she told him to take her to bed, her voice dark and husky and her eyes hooded. He just couldn’t control it any more. He watched her sleep, her plump lips parted and her long lashes fanning across her cheeks. Simply gorgeous. His thoughts wandered off to the night before. Feeling her body beneath him, seeing her for the first time in the soft glow of the candlelight. He certainly was no virgin but she managed to ignite his blood like no one else. He’d suddenly felt nervous which isn’t something that happens very often. He wasn’t the type of guy to get nervous when seducing a women, he knew how women worked and he knew how irresistible they found confidence, which he had by the bucket load. He was careful not to step into arrogance but this wasn’t his first time at the rodeo, he knew where the line was. Although with her it felt different, it was like she saw past all of his façade and she saw him, stripped back and bare for who he truly was. That’s something that scared him to his core. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was hiding from her. There was certainly parts of his past that he’d never told her. What if he told her and it made her think differently of him? How can you know if someone will have you wholeheartedly or if they’ll just continue to look for someone without all the ugly scrapes you have. It’s all a huge risk and he’s not a gambling man, not any more.

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Did you guys watch Got7′s new video? Who even gave them permission to look that good? (this request is v cute tysm) Enjoy ~

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*Gif not mine*

Jun: When you wake up he’s still going to be buried in the pillows, nowhere close to getting up. He’ll let out an irritated groan if you try to get him out of bed. You’ll go ahead and get up to make breakfast and once it’s done Jun may be ready to face the world. If not just push him off the bed. You may get tickled mercilessly as punishment later, but at least he’s up and eating right? 

Hoshi: After shaking the morning daze, he’ll be trying to wake you up. He’ll be like jumping on the bed saying “wakey wakey jagi” and you’ll just shove him onto the floor. He’ll pop right back up and start to plant kisses all over your face until you tell him you’re up. You’ll make breakfast together and probably make a huge mess, but you’ll turn cleaning up into a game to make it more fun.

The8: You’ll get out of bed and turn to look at him to find that he’s awake and smiling at you. You’ll peck his cheek before heading to the kitchen to make pancakes or something. Eventually he’ll approach your place at the stove and wrap his arms around your middle and rest this head on your shoulder with a sleepy sigh. Guaranteed early morning cuddles on the couch once you eat.

Dino: You’ll wake up and reach out but feel nothing but sheets. Walking out you’ll see that he’s already up watching cartoons or something, and he’ll get super excited when he sees you’re finally up. You’ll probably make bowls of cereal and sit together on the couch watching more cartoons until you get sleepy again. He’ll let you rest your head in his head to rest some more.

Sleep Admiration

~~~For my first ever post I thought I would write a blurb that had been stuck in my imagination for a while now. Give me requests for what you would like to see me write! I hope you enjoy!~~~


Waking up I yawn and stretch out my arms. I look out the window to see it is still very early outside and the sun is just coming up. 

I hear birds chirping outside my window, letting me know it’s time to get up.

A sense of dread comes over me in my early morning daze thinking that I have to get up and go to school today. This soon followed by a sense of joy when I realize that it was Saturday morning and we got to sleep in today.

I glance at the clock and see that it is 7:36 a.m. and groan.

It was too early for this, why did those damn birds have to wake me up so early.

I feel someone shift in the bed next to me and I am startled for a brief moment but then glance my head to the side to see my gorgeous boyfriend Stiles sleeping like a bear in hibernation.

I roll over so I am facing him and look at him in admiration. I look at the moles dusted across his cheek. I see his mouth slightly agape in his deep slumber.

I bring my hand up and run my hand across his cheek and hold it there. I glide my thumb gently over his skin and smile to myself at how lucky I am to have this little shit in my life. 

He moves his head slightly and then brings his arm up and wraps it around my waist and pulls me close, I can feel the heat generating between his bare chest and my skin.

Stiles moves his head so it is sitting right next to mine, our noses almost touching we are so close.

He groans at how early it is and continues to keep his eyes shut.

“ Good morning gorgeous.” I say in a small voice, running my thumb that was once on his cheek over his lips.

“ Mmmmm, morning.” He grumbles out in a deep morning voice.

I bite my lip at how cute he sounds.

He slowly begins to open his eyes and you can see sleep still embedded in him.

He meets my gaze and gives me a slight smile before leaning in to give me a soft kiss.

Once his lips meet mine, it is like a spark is light inside of me and I feel myself falling in love with him all over again.

I put both hands on his cheeks and kiss him back before pulling away.

“ What time did you come here last night?” I ask him as he is still trying to wake up.

“ Your brother let me in at around 3 a.m.” He says rubbing his eyes and rolling over so he was laying on his back with one arm still under me.

“ Why so late?” I ask, rolling myself so my head is on his chest and I am looking up at him.

“ I was just up all night thinking about money problems and… nevermind.” he said trailing off with an upset tone.

“ Stiles what’s wrong?” I say sitting myself up so I could look him in the eyes.

“ It was nothing that matters now.” He says clearly not wanting to talk about it.

He sits up so his back is on the headboard of my bed.

I pull myself over to him and straddle him, sitting myself in his lap.

He puts his hands on my sides and looks down.

I use both hands to pull his head up and make him look me in the eyes.

“ Stiles do you remember how much I love you?” I ask him knowing what he should respond. I kiss his forehead waiting for a response.

“ Yes I do.” He says in a quiet tone.

“ Noooo I don’t think you do.” I say leaning in to kiss his nose.

“ To the moon and back.” He say quietly looking into my eyes like he had seen something mesmerizing in them.

“ What was that?” I say kissing his cheeks, wanting him to say it louder.

“ To the moon and back.” He says letting a smile on his face. He leans forward a bit bringing his face closer to mine as if he was waiting for a kiss. 

“ That’s right. I love you Stiles Stilinski, to the moon and back!” I say exclaiming throwing my hands in the air. 

He just laughs and me and uses both hands to pull my face to his and kiss me on the lips.

I bring my hands down and but one on his shoulder and the other through his brown hair.

He moves his hands from my cheeks and wraps them around my waist, pulling me so I am right up against him.

I can feel his heart racing out of his chest and I smile into the kiss. I was happy that even after dating for 2 years that I still had this effect on him.

We pull away and I wrap my arms around his neck and hug him tight.

Stiles just nuzzles his head into the side of my face and whispers, 

“ I love you to the moon and back babe.”.