sleeping with his hand inserted in his shirt

BTS Reacts: their gf walking around in only their shirt

Hyung line / Maknae Line

Requested by infiresmannnnnnn 

A/N: im sorry if it’s not quite what you had in mind 😅😅 i just got a bit carried away since it’s my first request lol. i really wanted to show off my writing style more than anything. hope you dont mind the length (i honestly dont know how some of them got to be so long tbh *cough hoseok cough*)!!! Also I wrote so much that I hit post limit part way through Jimin’s one so I had to split it into Hyung and Maknae lines. Hope that’s okay!

(Gif’s not mine)

(WARNING: got some good ol’ PG13 makeout sessions up in here - not explicit sex obviously, but given the request you can gather its not going to be completely innocent, just wanna give you all a heads up so no one comes complaining to me lol)

Jin/Kim Seokjin:

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Jin had been in your kitchen, cooking both of you dinner before he had to go back to his dorms. He had a relatively early schedule tomorrow with his members, yet he insisted on making you proper food.

“You know how much I like cooking, though, Jagiya.” He insisted. “Go have a shower. I’ll be done by the time you’re out.” He said, chuckling at you as you huffed out a “fine”.

Twenty minutes later, you were done. Upon realising you had forgotten to bring a change of clothes with you to the bathroom, you sighed, pulling on your recently discarded shirt, that barely covered your ass. Scuttling around your apartment, looking for the sweatpants you ‘swear were right there, on the couch’, Jin called you for dinner.

You walked into the kitchen-dining area with a confused frown on your face.

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Prompt:  “You can put your cold feet on me.”

Character: Peter Parker (For anon)

Warning: N/A


Bed time was perhaps one of our favourite times. A warm bed, a fluffy duvet, and Peter. Peter was always there to cuddle with. Except tonight you tried to keep a distance knowing the cold feeling in your feet would only make your boyfriend uncomfortable, instead you cuddled into your pillow.

“Why are you so far away?” It was groggy and sleep laden, a warm hand reaching out for your arm and trying to pull you closer to him. 

“My feet are cold, Pete…you don’t want that.” You muffle it into your pillow shrugging away the hand and snuggling back down again, he’d thank you later, if he’d only let you sleep first. 

“You can put your cold feet on me.”

“You sure?” 

“Come here.” You let yourself be rolled over towards him, your cold feet resting against his warm legs, arms wrapping around his waist, face nuzzling into his shirt. 

“God, you feet are cold!” You feel him jump when your feet make contact with his skin and it makes you let out a muffled laugh, “I told you.” 

Not Like This (Part 4)

Read:
Part 1: Here
Part 2: Here
Part 3: Here
Part 5: Here

Fandom:  Star Trek AOS (Soulmate AU)
Pairing: Reader x Bones
Word Count: 7,263
Rating: Teen+

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Author’s Note:  I’m sorry it took me so long to write this part, but I think you’ll like it!  There WILL be another part to this story, and it’s already almost done, so I promise there won’t be such a long wait for the next one.  Enjoy!!


              Everything seems like a horrible dream.  You feel like you’re treading through the thickest mud, barely able to move forward. Your mind is full of cobwebs, making everything muffled and dull.  You moan as aches and pains come back to you in full force, sending waves of agony through your body.  Your chest in particular is throbbing, through you can feel spikes of pain coming from other areas, like your injured arm and leg.

              You slowly open your eyes, blinking sluggishly, your eyelids feeling very heavy and weighed down by your extreme fatigue.  Everything looks too bright and blurred, and you blink a few more times, trying to clear your vision.  It helps a little, but nothing really comes into proper focus, leaving you feeling dizzy and disoriented.  You realize that someone is touching you, and you can feel something warm and wet against your neck.  You feel it move away from you and eventually realize someone had a washcloth on your skin. Why?  You can’t think clearly enough to figure out an answer.  You can’t remember what’s going on, and your heartrate spikes as fear and confusion start to take over your brain.

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Nightmare No More

Prompt: Can I get tim’s SO comforting him after a nightmare

Requested by: Anon


    He never startles awake. His eyes open, he takes a deep breath, and then his body just wraps around you. That’s when you know. Nightmares aren’t a rare occurrence in your home. You’ve both seen horrible things, and sometimes those things like to stick.

    So, you do the only thing you can. You turn in his embrace, and run your fingers through his hair. It’s a small thing. A nothing, really. But it calms him.

    He leans into your touch, and snuggles closer. You continue running your fingers through his hair until his breathing evens out. Once that happens, you move your hand under his shirt, and run your nails lightly over his back. He arches like a cat under your touch, and his eyes drift close.

    You only stop once those small snores start to come.That’s your cue that he’s okay. He’s sleeping peacefully. You place a kiss on his chest, snuggle into his arms, and allow yourself to drift off.  

Crimson Secrets

Summary: Although he’s 100 miles away, Dean finds a way of making that time of the month a little easier for you without you even realising it. 

Characters: Dean x Reader, Cas, Sam

Warnings: Menstruation, Fluff

A/N: I thought I’d try some conventional fluff this time, I hope you enjoy it! :) Someone recently asked to be on my forever tag list but I lost their message and their name. If it was you, or you would like to be added then let me know. 


Originally posted by canonspngifs

Crimson Secrets

The sunlight streamed in through the small window of your bedroom in the bunker. It was cold and you didn’t want to leave the warmth of the blankets. As you rolled over to go back to sleep you felt something cold and damp beneath you.

‘Shit’, you thought, as you sat up in bed. You got up and pulled back the covers to unveil the mess that you had created on the sheets.

You groaned in frustration as you crossed over to your calendar on the wall, sighing when you realised your period had come a week early.

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Morning.

Hello, Love bugs.

Daniel X Reader Going to do a part two for the morning wake up.

Warnings-  swears.

REQUEST: you should do a smut where dan wakes up with morning wood, and he not-so-subtly wakes y/n up by moving his hand downwards…if you catch my drift *insert Lenny face* -Anon


Five am is the stupidest time ever to pop a boner. But yet here Dan lays wide awake. You looked so pretty when you were sleep. The way your hair draped over the pillow. Your little snore with your mouth was open just a little bit. There was also a certain beauty to you. The way the sheet draped over your curves. Dan knew you had only one of his shirt on under said sheet. It hadn’t been that long since the two of you had taken the time to be intimate but god help him if the thought of ravaging you so early wouldn’t leave his mind. 

It seemed like you knew Dan was looking at you as you stirred awake. He gave you a sweet smile as your eyes fluttered with sleep still heavy. You cleared your throat before speaking and winking in the light from the cracks in the curtains. “Why are you awake?” Dan pushed a piece of hair out of your face as he leant in to peck your nose. 

“Your Beaty woke me.” You smiled closing one eye before pushing on his chest.

“You sir are disgusting. What time is it?” Dan turned over to look at his phone that lit up the room.

“It is 5:20. The perfect time to talk or to do other things.” Even with the darkened room, you could see Dan raise his eyebrows suggestively after giving you a kiss on the cheek. 

“Oh good god. It’s too early for anything let alone fucking.” Dan knew you weren’t wrong it was an ungodly time.

“So how am I going to deal with my friend?” You lifted the blanket to see Dan’s morning friend straining against his underwear. 

“Why? It’s too early. What was the dream about?” Dan laughed as he pulled you closer to kiss your face all over. 

“Not sure. He has a mind of his own. Probably because I’m beside you.” Dan couldn’t help the ache in his balls. Who knew someone could be so turned on so early.

“I can’t give you any help love. I might fall asleep right this second.” Dan nodded as he rested his head on your shoulder. 

“May have to get up and deal with this.” You gave a moan as you returned a kiss to his soft lips. 

“Please don’t go. I need your warmth. I promise in the less early morning I will deal with anything you need.” Dan couldn’t say no to you as he pulled you as close as possible to his chest as he breathed in the scent of your shampoo.

“Sleep love. You will need it for later.”

i’ll be back, give it time

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader
Rating: T (some language, angst)
Summary: While you’re struggling with your feelings for Dean, you have your first fight.
Author’s Note: Hi! This is based off the song “Playing With Fire” by Thomas Rhett. This is to kick off my 300 followers celebration! If you want me to write a fic for you, send me an ask!

When there’s a knock on your motel door late at night, you already know who it is. You’ve been– well, you’ve been avoiding him, you guess. It’s not a big deal, just… you might have bailed after your last hunt together.

You needed to get some space. It’s a lot, being around Dean all the time when he’s made it clear that he doesn’t have the same feelings for you. He let you down easy, that’s true. He doesn’t have a cruel bone in his body, not where you’re concerned, and you like him too much to do the whole goodbye thing while you try to deal with your own lingering feelings. So you just left. Told Sam you had another job to get to and not to bother waking Dean, and you were gone.

He’s pissed. 

You look down at your phone at the four unanswered texts that you’ve received over the last month, and you wince, thinking that you were doing what you always told yourself you wouldn’t do - make it weird.

“If you don’t open the door right now, I’m going to break it down.” Dean threatens, and you sigh, standing up and heading towards the door.

“Calm down.” You mutter, and when you open it, he just sort of stares at you. He’s a little disheveled - fed suit on, sleeves rolled up haphazardly and hair sticking up at odd angles like he’s been running his fingers through it. 

His eyes are dark as he looks at you, and there’s stubble on his jaw that’s got to be a few days old. You move to one side of the doorway so he can storm in after you, and you shut the door solidly, taking a deep breath before you turn around to face him. 

His hands are on his hips as he paces, and– you have to stop for a second, because does he realize how hot he is? 

“Do you wanna tell me why I had to track your fuckin’ phone to figure out where you were?” He asks, his voice low and angry. 

“Dean–”

“We had no idea where you were. No clue where you were, or if you were hurt, or what happened to you.” 

“Sam knew that I left for a hunt.” You say, and when he opens his mouth, you keep going. “I had to leave, and didn’t want to bother you. I’ve been hunting. I’ve been fine–”

“Why didn’t you call, then?” He asks, eyes burning. “Or text me back? I mean– Jesus, kid. I know I sound like a fifteen year old, but shit. We could have helped you.” 

“I didn’t need any help.” You say, starting to get angry. “And I don’t know if you’ve noticed–” Dean shifts his weight, his eyes going wide at your tone, “–but I’ve been doing just fine!” 

He sits on the edge of the bed, looking exhausted. “Did– Did you leave because of me?” 

“I left because of a hunt.” You say, gritting your teeth. 

“Don’t–” He stops himself, working to lower his voice. “Don’t lie to me. Please.” 

“What was I supposed to do?!” You almost shriek, watching as his gaze snaps to yours at your distressed tone. You know you shouldn’t do this – you shouldn’t make him feel bad about something that isn’t his fault, but you can’t help it. “I couldn’t stay there, Dean.” You tell him and his face falls. “I couldn’t stay there when I feel–” You stop, the fight draining out of you. “Not when I feel the way I do.” You croak, “I just need some time.”

“You need time to– to what?” Dean asks, his voice sounding desperate. 

“To get over you.” You whisper. 

You could have heard a pin drop. You’re sure that this is it. He’s going to start feeling all self-loathing, and blame himself for driving you away, even though all of this is entirely your own fault. 

“I don’t want you to.” He says suddenly, and you feel your throat tighten. He can’t be saying what you think he is, because then all that heartache you felt a month ago when he rejected you would have been for nothing. 

“I don’t under–”

“I don’t want you to get over me.” He says, stronger this time, and he stands, his hands out in a placating gesture. 

“You– you said–” You stutter, shaking your head. “You told me you didn’t have feelings for me. You said you were sorry–”

“Kid, just hear me out.” 

“You don’t get to do this.” You tell him. “I’m trying–” you take a deep breath, “You hurt me, Dean, and it’s not your fault, but I’m trying to deal with it, but I can’t do that if I’m around you. That’s why I left. And now you don’t want me to figure this out?” 

“I was wrong, okay?” He says, taking a step towards you. “I was wrong, but I didn’t realize it until you–” He tugs at his tie absentmindedly. “You were gone. I thought you were hurt or worse, and I couldn’t– I was wrong, kid, about all of it.” 

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. He’s staring at you again and you can see behind the simmering anger that there’s panic in his eyes. He’s afraid. Of what, you’re not sure. All you can see is him looking at you like whatever you say next has the power to make him or break him. It makes up your mind for you.

“Fuck it.” You mutter, and then you take three large steps towards him, your hands framing his face as you capture his lips with yours. His hands hover at your sides, and he’s sort of frozen at first, but then he snaps into action, his arms sliding around your waist, his hands gentle as they touch you. 

His mouth moves with yours eventually, and he lets out a sort of strangled sound as he seems to come to a decision, hauling you up against him tight and his tongue sweeping through your mouth. 

Your body feels like it’s on fire and eventually you break away to catch your breath, pressing your forehead against his. “I’m sorry.” You tell him. “I didn’t want to leave.”

“It’s my fault. You scare the hell out of me, kid.” He says, his dark as he looks at you. “The things I feel for you… I can’t remember ever feeling like this. I thought if I just pushed it away it would stop. But then you left, and I… I freaked out.” 

“Look… whatever happens, you and Sam are my best friends. That’s not going to change. We’ve been through too much shit to be pushed apart. But I want to have this, with you. I want to try.” 

.

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Later, after you’ve managed to separate for a few minutes, you go to the bathroom to change into your pajamas, and when you come back out, Dean looks up and has the softest look on his face. He looks exhausted, and you wonder briefly if he’s slept at all lately. 

“You still have clothes on.”

“Trying to get me naked already?”

You give him a look. “You need to go to sleep. Are you going to sleep in your suit?”

“Nah.” He reaches for you, tugging you closer until you’re standing between his legs, his fingers skimming your thighs that are exposed by your sleep shorts. “Just too lazy to get up.”

“Go.” You prod him gently, pulling him to his feet. 

He towers over you when you’re standing this close, and you shiver as his large hands cup your face, thumbs stroking your cheekbones delicately. “Be right back.” He murmurs, and you sigh when he leaves, not sure how you’re going to make it through this night. 

When he comes back out, he’s just in a t-shirt and his boxers, and you try not to stare as he walks towards you. “Now you’re the one that looks tired, sweetheart.” He says gently, hand brushing your shoulder as he walks by to put his dress shirt on a hanger. 

“Come help me sleep, then.” You say, and he looks at you, surprised. “I wasn’t going to make you sleep on the floor.” 

He grins at you, and after you’re both settled, your legs tangled together and his hand making large sweeping motions on your back, he whispers, “I’m sorry I hurt you. That’s the last thing I ever wanted.” 

“It’s fine, Dean.” You say. “We’ll fix it.” 

“Yeah.” He says, almost slurring his words as his exhaustion takes over. “We’ll fix it.” 

anonymous asked:

From the prompt list 'The way you said "I love you"' - 'with a hoarse voice, under the blankets' with Tim Drake, please! thank you :)

“Tim, come on you need to get up.”

You stare at the lump that is Tim Drake as he yanks the blankets up further over his head, his feet slipping free of the blankets. Cursing, he flops around until he manages to cover his feet again.

“Tim, we promised Bruce we’d come to dinner. Now come on, I’ve let you sleep as long as I could.”

You sit down on the bed beside him and gently pull the blankets down and away from his face. Tim groans and scrunches his nose as he tries to pull the blankets away from you. You dodge his hand to reach out and trace the purple shadows underneath his eyes.

“I’ll get up in a few minutes. Will you turn the coffee on?”

“I already did. I’ve laid your shirt out too.”

You bend down to press a kiss to Tim’s temple, grinning when you see him start to smile. You flip the blankets back over him. You’re heading out of the room when Tim speaks again, his voice hoarse from lack of sleep.

“I love you.”

SHALLURA HEADCANONS

- i’d say shiro is the dad and allura is the mother but we all know that hunk is the mom

- coran is an overprotective uncle™ and legitimately tried to fight shiro for allura’s hand. shiro didn’t want to fight, Coran was triumphant until shiro accidentally stood on him. RIP old man

- when she can’t sleep allura sneaks into shiro’s room (i’m not scared, you’re scared! i was just coming to check up on you)
shiro just shakes his head smiling and opens his arms and allura collapses into them, crying into his shirt. he pretends he doesn’t notice.

- at first lance is jealous but like, shiro and allura are just so happy?? how could he be a party pooper like that

- they sleep separate from each other but holding hands because they’re both scared that the other will disappear

- when shiro disappears allura spends hours trying to find him, begging his lion until she collapses onto the ground, sobbing. hunk finds her half asleep and takes her into her quarters. they feel cold without shiro. She falls asleep with her head buried in his pillow, wearing his favorite shirt

(BTS) Sleep Drunk { Jimin X Reader }

✨  { masterlist } ✨ 

Originally posted by miniaturesaladturtle

✨ description: jimin looks really good today and you can’t shut up about it. you don’t know if its from the sleep you are deprived of or you’re just too slow. probably both // ✨fluff✨

✨ prompt: “Here, let me just-” // “You’re right…”

✨ pairing: jimin X stylist!reader

✨ author’s notes: this is a cute concept lmao since my boy chimin serving looks at stages i wondered what his stylist had to deal with lmao lmao

✨ mentions of: incorrect idol things, probably improper grammar lmao

You nearly toppled out of your seat when your drowsy head decided to slip from your palm. Bolting right up to avoid the sensation of falling, you adjusted your position in the black, salon chair. You tried moving your legs out of the comfy, curled position they were in, only to suck in a hiss of air from the rolling pain of sleeping legs. You winced as you gingerly placed your legs down, careful to not disrupt of feeling of pins and needles by bumping into anything. You amused yourself with the thought that your legs got more sleep than your own wellbeing.

It was at the fault of the newest drama you have gotten into for not letting you go to sleep until 1:00 A.M. With the time currently being fifteen after five, you were running on roughly four hours of sleep. This wouldn’t be that bad on a normal day, but ohhh no, today was not a normal day. The boys were scheduled to have not one, but two big photo shoots, meaning you were going to have to be on your toes for the full eight hours of hell.

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“Drunk” (Bucky x reader)

Title: Drunk

 Requested by: “ @acceptingtheunacceptable : Hello :) can I request 34 with Bucky Barnes x reader please? X” AND

anonymous asked: hey could u do 34 and 37 with Bucky??? Thxxx”

Pairing: Bucky x Fem-Avenger!Reader

Prompts: #34 “Who says I’m drunk?! I’m not drunk!”  #37 “Well maybe I’m a little bit drunk” || MASTERLIST

Word count: 839

Warnings: Fluff??

A/N: I’m sleepy. This was so cute to write oh my. So I merged two requests because they were good together. Hope you guys like it (let me know!!)

Requests and prompts are still open yup yup.


|| I don’t own Bucky Barnes or any of the Avengers, they belong to Marvel. ||


Bucky was smiling at the woman beside him in the living room. She was drunk, and laughing about something Thor said to her. The way she let her head fall to the couch to laugh even harder made his heart ache.

She reached to the glass that Steve had just poured a liquid from a little bottle that Thor brought from Asgard, an Elixir he said.

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The Littlest Winchester - Strong Words

Character(s): Dean Winchester

Warning: None

Word Count: 499

Request:  I’m not sure if requests are still closed or not so you can trash this one if you’re not finished with the others. Can you write one where The reader says something hurtful to her dad Dean out of anger? Little kids tend to do that a lot…I know lol.

Fic:

   “Bed. Sleep. Now.” Dean points down the hallway, one hand on his hip.

   “No.” His four-year-old daughter states for the hundredth time.

   “Baby girl,” The Winchester drags a hand down his face. “It is past your bedtime. You need to go to bed.”

   “Don’t wanna.” The toddler crosses her arms defiantly.

   “Don’t care. Go get in bed before I take you there myself.”

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Another Side...

Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Aiden x Reader
Warning: Nightmares 
Writer: imaginesofeveryfandom aka thequeenofthehobbits
Summary/Request: Requested by anon:  hi can i please get an aiden one shot wherein he comforts me when I get a nightmare and the pack was surprised to see the caring side of him? ILYSM MWAH

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anonymous asked:

"things you said when you thought i was asleep" with Jason please

you got it this is super fluff and i’m such a sap

The sound of the box fan fills your living room, doing it’s best to cool the room down despite the sweltering Gotham heat, a heat that’s slowly lulling you to sleep. You’re reclining on the couch, your head resting in Jason’s lap, his feet propped up on the coffee table; you can hear him flipping through the channels on the television.

With a sigh you roll over so you’re on your back and you can feel Jason shift underneath you, one of his hands coming to rest across your stomach. The minutes pass and you feel something soft brush against your hair. It takes you a second to recognize the feeling of Jason running his fingers through your hair and you have to fight the urge to crack a smile.

Jason’s fingers still before he traces a finger your jawline, feather soft.

“God, I love you so much and I want to tell you I just,” he pauses, his voice a half whisper and you realize that he thinks you’re asleep.

“I’m just scared that I’ll fuck it up somehow and-“ He falters as his thumb traces the outline of your lips and you have to resist the urge to crinkle your nose. You want to open your eyes, to tell him that you love him also but you don’t. This is a private moment for him and you don’t want to interrupt it.

His fingers go back to running through your hair and he bends down to press a light kiss to your forehead. His words ringing in your head (IloveyyouIloveyouIloveyou) you shift so that your facing away from the television, your body curled up and your arms wrapped around his waist.

His hand stills on your hair and his breathing evens out. Together the two of you drift off into sleep but not before you whisper quietly to him, your fingers tangling themselves in his shirt.

“I love you too, Jay.”

Nightmares

Originally posted by ghadir13

Masterlist
Request

Your eyes twitched behind closed eyelids.

Deep but rushed breaths rushed in and out of your lungs.

A thin sheen of sweat had started to develop on your forehead.

It was these things that signalled to Dean that your dreamland wasn’t as happy as it should have been. Having been together for so long, Dean could read you better than anyone else could. Your twisting and turning had roused him from his sleep, the rustle of the duvet disturbing his legs too much to not be noticed.

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The Littlest Winchester - Self Expression

Character(s): Dean Winchester

Warning: None

Word Count: 543

Request:  When I was younger I had to babysit quite a bit and my cousin was the biggest crier that you ever did see! One time, she cried for 3 hours til her voice gave out and she wouldn’t calm down to tell me what’s wrong. So I was hoping if you could do a Littlest Winchester fic where the reader is crying and Dean and Sam are trying to find out what’s wrong?

Fic:

   He’s tried rocking, playtime, offers of food, and everything else that comes to mind, but Dean’s four-year-old daughter won’t be sated by any of it. She’s in the midst of being upset (over what remains a mystery), and is choosing to express this mood with a crying fit. It’s been going on for two hours.

   “Baby girl, tell me what’s wrong.” He attempts to soothe her by carrying her and rubbing her back. It’s the fourth time he’s tried this. “What’s up with you? Are you hurt?”

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anonymous asked:

imagine ford having a chubby gf and always telling her how nice she looks and how cute she is and always caresses her curves and belly. I'm sorry I am always a slut for chubby reader inserts and you don't see them often

Not a problem anon, chubby!reader fluff is always cute :3

You and Stanford have a routine every morning, when you’re both still fuzzy from sleep. You’re in charge of starting the coffee, Ford insists he can never make it as perfect as you do. Right about the time you’re pushing the start button on the machine he’ll come up behind you, wide hands sliding around your waist and face nuzzling into your neck, his scratchy stubble tickling your sensitive skin and making you giggle. He’ll sneak his fingers under the edge of your shirt, all twelve digits sinking into the soft flesh of your belly as he gently grips you. Sometimes he’ll trace patterns across your skin or rub circles on your sides with his thumbs, all the while peppering the curve of your throat with kisses and sweet nothings. Sometimes, if he’s in a playful mood, his hands will stray down to squeeze your thick thighs that he loves so much, and the kisses will have little nibbles mixed in.
You think those few minutes waiting for the coffee pot to fill are your favorite part of the day.

anonymous asked:

pleaseee, another fic about Mccree/Agent!Reader/Hanzo! Or just about Mccree, if you don't want to do another triangle I love how you write, very very much! Keep it up~

<3 Oh my gosh thank you so much. I’m glad you like my writing, and I will be real here, reading this in the middle of breakfast I may have shrieked a little bit.

I may have turned this more into a feelings dump with how goddamn hot it is out here. Also it may not relate too much to, like, Overwatch stuff. I just wrote a fluff piece. Oops.

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