sleepy shirt

i need jason to meet sally 

Forget ship wars, the only true Servamp ships are...
  • Mahiru/Housework
  • Licht/Melon
  • Kuro/Confidence
  • Misono/Friendships
  • Hyde/emotional stability
  • Sakuya/Happiness
  • Tsurugi/Money

Enough said.



imagine it’s a wet, cold, rainy sunday

and steve wakes up to the sound of rain on the windows, and tony warm and cuddly and curled into steve’s neck, fast asleep and snoring very quietly. steve turns his head and kisses the soft warm skin of tony’s forehead.

he can hear peter in his cot bed in the next room, singing a quiet baby song to himself and playing with his toys. steve smiles to himself but doesn’t move, because peter’s happy and tony is a warm trusting weight along steve’s side. he wants tony to sleep for as long as possible, because tony’s been burning himself out lately, looking after peter.

steve doesn’t expect the quiet to last for long, of course, because while peter doesn’t mind playing by himself, he’s got a sixth sense about when his dads are awake. sure enough, soon he hears little scampering feet and muffled giggles, and then peter’s soft brown head appears at the side of the bed, chubby fingers tugging insistently at the covers.

‘papa!’ he says. ‘up!’

steve smiles. ‘morning, petey-pumpkin,’ he murmurs. ‘shh-h, daddy’s sleeping. only quiet people allowed on the bed, okay?’

‘i be quiet,’ peter says instantly, in a loud whisper. steve feels tony’s mouth curve in a little smile against his neck, but his eyes stay closed, his body relaxed and soft. steve smooths his hand down tony’s back, and then reaches out with his other arm to scoop peter up on to the bed with them.

‘up you come,’ he whispers, 'remember, no loud voices.’

peter nods solemnly and cuddles into steve’s other side, propping his tatty brown teddy on steve’s chest and tucking a thumb into his mouth. steve strokes his hair.

soon, peter’s thumb pops wetly out of his mouth. 'daddy sleeping,’ he says, leaning forward so he can see tony’s face.

'that’s right,’ steve tells him. 'daddy’s real tired. he needs his sleep.’

peter climbs over onto steve’s chest so he can get close to tony, gently patting tony’s arm with one little paw. he curls up between them both, looking up at steve. 'i help,’ he says. 'i help daddy sleep, papa, see? i help.’

steve chuckles. 'yes, you are helping, it’s very good,’ he says, tapping peter gently on the nose. 'can you hear the rain, sweetheart?’

peter listens, head tipped to one side. 'pap-pap-pap-pap-pap,’ he says. 'makes sounds.’

'yes, it does,’ steve says. 'maybe if you’re real good we can go up top with daddy later and play in the puddles. Would you like that?’

'YES,’ peter says gleefully, forgetting to be quiet. 'puddles! papa, i love puddles. i splash. i splash in my red boots, papa?’

'yes, your red rainboots,’ steve confirms, smiling. 'but quiet voices, remember?’ he looks down at tony, running a hand over tony’s messy curls; tony’s eyes slowly open, hazy and soft with sleep.

'what’s all this about puddles?’ he murmurs.

'daddy!’ peter says delightedly. 'wakey up! look papa!’ he flings himself on tony, wrapping chubby arms around him and nuzzling his forehead into tony’s chest. 'lovey lovey lovey,’ he sing-songs. 'lovey huggy.’

'love you too, baby boy,’ tony says, his voice morning-rough, and he slides an arm around peter and cuddles him.

steve strokes a gentle thumb over tony’s jaw. 'morning, beautiful,’ he says, and bends down to kiss tony’s cheek, ghosting his lips up to drop a second tiny kiss on the tip of tony’s nose. tony scrunches it, smiling, and then leans up to press warm sleep-soft lips to steve’s chin.

peter pops his head up at that. 'i kiss too,’ he says earnestly, and then plants a big wet one on steve’s neck. 'i kiss, papa. i kiss you!’ he giggles and then falls on tony again. 'i kiss my daddy,’ he says into tony’s shoulder. 'i kiss you, daddy. i doing kisses.’

'i can feel them,’ tony tells him, grinning up at steve. he runs his fingers through peter’s hair, and kisses his forehead.

and steve puts his arms round both of them, a warm safe circle, holding them close. later, they’ll get up, and steve will make rainy-day pancakes for breakfast while tony dresses peter, and there will be splashing in puddles on top of the tower, and cuddling with blankets and hot chocolate on the couch afterwards, and it will be wonderful, everything steve has ever wanted in the world.

but for now - tony is soft and warm and comfortably tucked into steve’s side; and peter is sleepy again, clutching steve’s shirt, his other small hand gently petting the side of tony’s face. and steve looks down at them both, and he’s simply happy.

'love you,’ he whispers, and tony smiles softly against his shoulder.

'love you back.’

(more ficlets under the 'stevetony ficlet’ tag on my blog)

(might do a follow up later with the puddle splashing)

anonymous asked:

Could I request a cute little Drabble or headcanons with Soldier, Reaper, Junkrat and Hanzo (id love to request mccree but that's probs too many haha. My thirst for these boys I can't) when their sleepy s/o comes in wearing one of their shirts while the boy is working and tries to convince them to come to bed and rest because it's v v late? Please and thank you!

For you *points at you* I’ll write something for all of them. Enjoy!


Jack sat in front of the computer looking over the blueprints and surrounding area of the next mission site. It was well after midnight when you walk up from behind them. You yawn and try to rub the sleepiness out of your eyes.

“Jack, love of my life, please come to bed. It’s 3 in the morning and I can’t sleep knowing you’re up and still working,” you say, another yawn escapes.

“Sorry, but I need to look over this and make sure we have everything as airtight as possible,” he says without looking back at you, focused on the screen, “Go to sleep, I’ll join you shortly.”

“You said that 2 hours ago and you’re still up,” you say, pouting. “Please, Jack, come to bed with me?”

The neediness in your voice compels Jack to turn around and look at you. You are wearing an old blue shirt of his, from his early underground days. It hangs a little big on you but to Jack, you look incredible.

“Jack? You ok?”

“Yea, I’m fine,” he says as he quickly turns around and shuts off the computer. Quickly he goes to you and picks you up. You giggle at being picked up all of a sudden.

He gently kisses you on your forehead, “Let’s go to bed.”


Reaper is reloading his guns when he hears the door open behind him.

“I thought I said I wish to be alone,” he said menacingly.

You let out a loud yawn, “I don’t know who you said that to but I know it wasn’t me.”

“Come to see me train?” he asks playfully.

You stretch against the door and rub your eyes. “Not today Reyes. I came to ask you to please come to bed. It’s a little past midnight and I would really like if you come back with so I don’t have to sleep in an empty end.”

“That late huh?” he says loudly to himself. “I’ll go to bed after I’m finished training.”

“No Gabriel, it’s late and you need rest. Besides,” you look at the ground embarrassed, “I miss it when you hold me at night. I feel more relaxed and can sleep more soundly.”

Reaper turns around after reloading the gun and sees you wearing his old black tank top. It fits loosely on your body but exposes enough of your skin to make Reaper growl in appreciation. He loves how amazing you look in his clothes. He puts the gun back on the table and walks up to you. He turns you around and wraps his arms around you, nuzzling your neck.

“We’re going to bed, now,” he says, lowly growls in your ear.


Junkrat is sitting at his table, tinkering with a new bomb idea when you walk in to his “office” yawning.

“Jamison, it’s really late. Come to bed. The bomb will be there later.”

“Sorry Sheila,” he says still focusing on the bomb, “but if I don’t finish this now I’ll forget then it’ll never happen! Besides its pretty unstable right now so if I don’t do something it could blow up at any time,” he says cackling.

“Oh my god Jamison, please defuse it, do something but please make sure it doesn’t go off when we’re sleeping,” you say dejectedly.

“Yea, yea no worries, I got this,” still laughing.

You stand behind him for 10 more minutes before interrupting him again.

“Jamison,” you put your hands on his back, feeling the muscles underneath them. You softly kiss his shoulder, “please come back to bed with me? Defuse the bomb if you need to but please come back soon? I miss you.”

Junkrat turns his head to look at you and notices you’re wearing an old night shirt of his. It was an old white shirt that was ripped from the hem a bit but it seems to fit you incredibly well. He continued to stare at you even after you left him to his work. After you were out of his sight Junkrat quickly gets back to work making sure the bomb was stable enough not to go off and quickly hobbles out of his “office” and goes to join you in bed.


You walk outside your room and to the small garden that nearby and see Hanzo sitting, mediating.

“Hanzo,” you yawn, “please come to bed. It’s late.”

Hanzo turns his head only slightly to acknowledge that he heard you, “In a moment, I am almost done.”

You walk closer to him, bend down, and wrap your arms around his shoulders, “You’ve been out here for hours, so maybe it’s time to go to bed.”

Hanzo furrows his brows as he tries to focus again on his center.

“Fine,” you huff at him and let go of him, “You can stay here if you want but I’m going to bed.”

He hears the anger in your voice and turns around to look at you. He sees you wearing his black shirt. He sees how amazing it fits you. You walk away in a huff and leave Hanzo to mediate again.

He tries to slow his breathing and clear his mind but only thoughts of you fill his mind. Frustrated, he huffs and quickly stands and walks back to your room.


You walk into the living room and find Jesse sitting at the table hunched over something.

“Babe,” you plead, “come to bed. It’s late; you can clean your revolver tomorrow.”

McCree smiles without looking behind him.

“Can’t darlin’. If I don’t finish this tonight, I won’t have time tomorrow.”

You pout and hug him, pressing your body to him to try to convince him. He stops cleaning for a moment as he relishes the feel of you.

“I’m sorry that I’m staying up so late, but I need to finish this.” He turns around and kisses you a gentle kiss, “I promise, I will finish as fast as I can and go to bed, ok?”

“Fine,” pouting.

McCree looks at you and notices that you are wearing one of his dress shirts. He looks at how low hanging it fits you. He can’t seem to focus on cleaning his gun; his mind is only thinking of you and how damn fine you look in his shirt. He immediately gets up and scoops you in his arms and kisses you deeply.

“I don’t know where you found that shirt, but it looks damn good on you,” he said as he kissed your neck.

He picked you up and with a devilish smile, takes you to bed with him.  

You know what?? I want a story where Shiro can’t keep his hands to himself. Fuck slow pinning bs, I want Shrio to wake up one day and see Lance all sleepy with his shirt riding up his stomach as he streches. I want Shiro’s first thought to be ‘thats mine’ then shake himself even more awake because , really self?? And he stammers when Lance askes him if he wants more coffee. I want Shiro to start PRAISING LANCE like the ground was made for him to the point where even Hunk is like 'dude chill’. I want Lance to be there for Shiro is his time of need in the middle of the night when no else is awake so Lance, who can never sleep wtf dude, just meets him, they both watch the stars move around them and Lance hums a song his mama taught him and bam - Shiro is asleep like that. (Best sleep he ever got.)

I want Lance to corner Shiro because he has such a large family and he just KNOWS when someone is upset and at first Shrio is annoyed, until he starts to really talk to Lance. Then all his problems seem so small because Lance makes the problem solving so easy.

I want Shiro to do a double take because, first of all, why is it ALWAYS Lance that goes on undercover missions. SECOND WHO GAVE LANCE PRIMSSION TO LOOK THAT GOOD. Pidge is disgusted.

It gets to the point where the WHOLE team has to help.

Allura keeps hinting at Lance that marriage is always a good choice. (Lance doesn’t get it - okay Allura marry whoever you want sheesh).

Coran keeps pulling Shiro aside with weirder and weirder threats. (“You hurt him and I will do what a gorasack does to a teleflob.”…“O…kay???”)

Hunk just smiles at Shiro before crushing metal in his bare hands. Shiro gets the message.

Pidge gives both the evil eye for like a week before saying “don’t hurt him” which just CONFUSES BOTH.

Keith tried to threaten Lance, but Lance took it as a challenge.

Either way it takes Shiro ages to admit to himself. Then to Lance, that he loves him.

Meanwhile the team already knew and planned it way in advance.