#drabblerequest

[spookyserenades]

#drabblerequest

Hii Dana, hope you're doing good, lovely ! Sanctity boys reactions to y/n crying (at like a sad movie or something idk - currently watching UP and that cartoon breaks me everytime I swear 😭)? Ik the boys sadist selves would eat that up/ judge her 💀

OOOOO good one!

Seokjin: Finds her crying extremely tiring. Tears are useless to him and will get her nowhere, same with pleading or begging. Would probably get in her head to convince her to stop crying, later on in the story, as it would exhaust him immensely. 

Yoongi: Often paints her crying, to be honest. Something about the way her face crumples fascinates him. If he caught her crying, he wouldn’t do or say anything, just save the mental image for later so he can recreate it on canvas. 

Hoseok: Definitely loves when she cries. Would actively go out of his way to make her cry, too. Finds it amusing, and would often exacerbate her pain/make whatever is causing her to cry worse so he could see her really sob. 

Namjoon: Oh boy. Dacryphilia all the way with Namjoon, so it would turn him on. Like Hoseok, would go out of his way to make her cry, but for more sexual reasons rather than amusement. Would absolutely hate when others would make her cry though; that’s his job.

Jimin: Well, he’s a theatrical fuck, so he’d really enjoy her crying like the latter two. Would make all kinds of skeevy comments about how gorgeous she was when she was crying. Jimin would probably purposefully take her to tragic plays or put on sad movies to make her cry. 

Taehyung: Unaffected as hell. As a cold businessman, he had experienced a lot of crocodile tears so he’d assume she was faking her sadness in order to accomplish some hidden agenda. Would probably watch, bored, until she wore herself off or stopped.

Jeongguk: A mix of Taehyung and Namjoon, he’d get off on the tears but also he wouldn’t acknowledge her pain at all. Used to torture from his mafia days (and learning to crave other’s suffering), he’d simply brush aside her cries and watch for his own pleasure.

[bangtanbabeloveyourself]

Hey! For Taes drabbles can I request a mafia au where hes unknowingly dating a cop. He only realizes it when she shows up at a call from shots fired and is put in danger? Kinda angsty/possibility for fluff? I dunno. I've had that idea stuck in my head and it may sound silly. Thank you anyway!

Of course! I've never done a mafia au before so bare with me a little bit. But I'll definitely have it ready for his birthday so keep an eye out!

[ihearthemcallingxx]

143 please

Thank you for requesting. Here you are, darling :)

143. “Ew, your hand is sweaty.”   *unrevised*

In theory, Harry’s plan was absolutely brilliant. 

But when he was lying awake the night before, building his idea, he had forgotten to factor in one very important, very likely kink.

You and your strong sentiment towards sleep and deep resentment towards early morning wake ups.

So, sure, waking up alongside the sun and walking down to the little breakfast cafe you both loved for an early morning date was a genius idea but, execution?

Well that was a completely different story.

“Babe,” Harry whines, tugging at the cover you had tucked tight around your neck, “Can you please please get up? For me? Please do it for me?” He can see your eyes blinking beneath your shut eyelids, “I know you’re awake you might as well get up.”

“M’closed,” you grumble into the pillow, “Come back during business hours.”

He chuckles dryly, propping himself up on the mattress, “I don’t think you understand, love,” curiously, you pop one eye open, “You can either get up willingly or I can carry you to the car.” he shrugs, “Completely your choice, but times tickin’, innit?”

“Leave me alone. My services aren’t available this early.”

“Don’ need your services. Just you.”

“My presence is my service. And it’s a privilege that I grace you with,” you roll onto your back before snuggling back into the covers, “but you’re about to loose it.”

He rolls his eyes, “Sure sweetheart. Just…get up. You don’ even have to wash up…or brush your teeth. I mean, it would be ideal…and very much appreciated-”

“Ssh,” you hush, blindly bringing a finger over your lips. He stops, watching you curiously. 

“What is it?”

“I’m trying to sleep.”

He sighs heavily, standing from the bed to trot over to your side, “S’enough of this,” he mumbles.

His sudden closeness prompts you to pry your eyes open, “Harry if you think I’m about to get out of this bed and into the cold you’re mad!”

“They’ve got this new thing called heat,” he says, bending down to wrap one arm beneath your knees and the other underneath your back, “Remarkable really.” He hoists you into the air and you let’s out a squeal in surprise.

“Harry! Wha- Put me down!” you flail in his arms, though it’s a pathetic attempt as your limbs are still heavy and tired from sleep, “You know, they have a name for situations like this,” she grunts, wiggling, “I think it’s called kidnapping.”

“Quit moving before I put you down on the tile.”

“Okay no please…it’s too cold for that.”

He nods, “Tha’s what I thought,” he placed her down on the bath mat pecking her cheek once before pulling away smiling triumphantly, “Now please with however many cherries you feel is necessary on top, get dressed.”

“Fine. But only because m’hungry.

-

“Y/N.”

“What twat?” you mumble quietly.

“Can you walk a little bit faster?”

“Look,” you start, jogging slightly to catch up with him, “You’re asking for a bit too much Harold sir. Don’t think I won’t go home….I’m not that hungry.”

He scoffs, “We both know you are.”

You hide a smile by looking down at the sidewalk, watching giddily when you and Harry begin to move in sync, “Shut up.” The sun was just beginning to rise over the horizon, making the air humid and the grass dewy. Despite your feigned reluctance towards joining Harry, you were glad he’d ripped you from the bed. The air was uncomfortably sticky, but the sun was painting the sky a beautiful collage of oranges and reds making for a rather beautiful dawn. Plus, you knew it wasn’t often when you woke up to Harry so whether or not you made it evident, you would have joined him on any early morning adventure he wanted.

He drops an arm over your shoulders, pulling you clumsily into his side, “Thank you for coming with me, love,” he smiles into your hair before dropping a kiss to the top of your head, “I honestly thought I was gonna have to drag you to the car.”

“Nah, I wouldn’t have been that difficult.” You both pause when you reach the stoplight, looking both ways before walking quickly across the street. “If you were promising food you should’ve known I was gonna come.”

“Well still. Thank you.”

You smile, reaching over to grab his hand, “You’re wel-“ you rip your hand away from his quickly and your abrupt action interrupts your sentence and Harry too jumps suddenly, eyes wide and alert. “Ew, your hand is sweaty.”

“Well no one asked you to grab it.”

“That’s not the point,” you argue, “We’ve been walking ten- not even ten minutes and your hands are that sweaty?”

He smiles and flexes his arm, “It takes a lot to lug all this muscle around.”

You scoff, reaching over to squish at his sides, “Sure.” He squeals, quickening his pace to escape your fingers, “Get back here!”

“Never!” he shouts over his shoulder. He jogs all the way to the door of the café, pulling it open and smiling when he hears the familiar chime from the bells dangling above his head, “C’mon now grandma,” he says, extending his hand to you.

“Don’t touch me with those fingers.” You tease.

He wipes them on the side of his running shorts, “Now?” he pouts out his bottom lip, “Please?”

You sigh heavily and grasp a hold on his hand, tugging him into the café, “I don’t get paid enough to deal with you.”

“I’m the one that had to drag you out of bed.”

“But I reward you with my time and attention. All I get back from you is sweaty hands.”

“Oi!”

You giggle, “I love you.”

“Yeah yeah,” and he can’t help the smile that grows on his lips, “I bet you do.”

Okay absolute crap ending to match an equally as crap too-long-drabble BUT I hope this satisfies you. I rushed it because I didn’t want to keep anyone waiting too long but here you are. Hope you enjoyed. Also, I didn’t really know what to do with this one but I tried. And as long as I believe in myself that’s all that matters lol.

[cerusartblog]

Drabble Request: Korosensei, Karma, Nagisa, Itona, and Ouma for characters. Ouma and Karma are pranking the entire class while Itona s the look-out for Korosensei. Nagisa is the victim. Eventually Korosensei has to chase Itona, Karma, and Ouma around the campus to punish them but catches Itona almost instantly since he's right there (Karma and Ouma jump out an open window), punishment being the kids get to draw on their faces. (@oumaism)

This will be added to the list after the first request. Like before, do be aware this will take some time. Thanks for taking an– Oh, its Oumama.

HLO CHILD. Ill get to work on this after Im done the first one, alright?

[blackcatkita]

Help me practice drabbling because thats what these will be!

Liam x Jennifer, Drake x Olivia, Adrian x Andrea, Damien x Ariana, Parker x Hayley, Beckett x Magneta, Mark x Dani, Bryce x Kayla or Logan x Ellie.

I think thats everyone... anybody from those books for platonic drabbles!

First Sentence Writing Prompts

Send me characters/pairings (and setting or anything else you want to see) and the number to one of the following first lines:

“I know you’re afraid but we can’t hide in this closet forever.”

“Nope, I absolutely refuse to touch that.”

“How exactly did you manage to get stuck in there?”

“Why is it suddenly purple?”

“Pass me the sledgehammer.”

“Explain it to me again - why do we need to pretend to be married?”

“In my defense, I thought this would go a lot more smoothly.”

“I don’t know how you get yourself into these situations.”

“Careful, don’t drop – “

“And that’s how I ended up standing naked on the Brooklyn Bridge on Christmas Eve.”

“It’s sticky.”

“You need to stop.”

“Well that’s the single most impressive thing I’ve ever seen someone do.”

“What’s with the pigtails?”

“How have you made it this long without someone throwing you out an airlock or something?”

“Ow, what was that for?”

“Ugh, why did I eat that?”

“In my defense, it seemed like a brilliant idea at the time.”

“Run!”

“Come on, give me one good reason not to jump in the lake.”

“We’re going to be late if we don’t leave like 5 minutes ago.”

“What do you mean by leaving?”

“I’m trying very hard not to see all this as a metaphor for my life.”

“Please tell me you know how to defuse a bomb.”

“Where have you been, I was ready to call the police!”

“No, the house is definitely not haunted, why do you ask?”

“Get over here now and bring a tarp.”

“I don’t care that it’s 2:00 am, we need pie.”

“I’ve got everything under control.”

“At this point, what else could possibly go wrong?”

[janghoefett]

lil din djarin x reader drabble

Requested from the celebration prompt list by @barbaralaplume. Thank you for resquesting!

Din + “Thank you.”

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Din was predictable when he came home from an exhausting hunt. 

He’d peel off his suit that was covered in dirt, smoke, sweat, and blood, throw it over a pipe in the refresher to deal with in the morning, and sleep hard through the night.

Though you were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, Din was always looking after you while never asking anything in return. “Did you have enough to eat?”, “Were you warm enough last night?”, “Get some rest, you’re tired,” or simply, “Let me take care of you.”

The Mandalorian worked too hard. While you wanted him to slow down, all you could do now was help the man where he fell short for himself.

Tonight as Din sleeps, you take the dirty suit and wash it the best you can with your soap, removing the stains and even patching up the small holes that had been festering for some time. You fold it neatly amongst his things and drift to sleep beside the exhausted Mandalorian.

When morning comes you find Din is no longer beside you. You sit up and wrap the blanket around your body, moving to the edge of the sleeping compartment to find him just a few feet away.

The Mandalorian had noticed the improvements you made as he pulls the sleeves up, breathing in the way it smells like you. “You washed my suit,” Din says quietly. “That... was very kind of you.”

You smile wide as he saunters towards the bed and you reach out to finish fastening the front for him. “You were so tired, it was no big deal,” you reply.

Din’s hands cup the sides of your face gently as he presses a soft kiss to your lips. “Thank you, cyare.”

[dramione84]

Drabble/Aesthetic Requests

Now accepting requests for either. Send me your pairs :)

[bangtanbabeloveyourself]

Don't forget to submit your requests! Just send in a subject you want me to write about!

Drabble requests!

I’ve decided to accept drabble requests for Jin and Taehyung in celebration of their birthdays in December. So here’s a little info before you submit!

The drabbles can be about anything as long as it includes either Jin or Taehyung. Both is also acceptable.

You can submit requests anonymously or not. But forewarning, if you remain anonymous I cannot tag you when your drabble is posted.

All drabbles will be posted on their respective birthdays. ** If you use both of them in your request, it will be posted on both birthdays. **

•Jin’s drabble requests are open from November 7th until November 21st. They will be posted on December 4th.

•Taehyung’s drabble requests will be open from November 28th until December 12th. They will be posted on December 30th.

[ihearthemcallingxx]

141

So I kept this fairly short because I :) really :) liked :) it :) and ideas started flying so now I have a one shot planned. Anyway, thank you for requesting. I hope you enjoy!

141. “Use your words.” *unrevised*

“Gonna have to use your words, love.”

It should have been easy, she should have been able to tell him what she wanted because she was a grown adult, who was more than capable of speaking to him like a grown adult should.

But, he had reduced her down to a blubbering mess, squirming helplessly beneath his body begging with pitiful whimpers and whines for him to just touch her and anywhere at this point would satisfy. And she knew that he was completely aware of what he was doing, and he had always been good at it – making her work for what she wanted. No matter how much want she put in her kisses or how pleading her eyes were, he stood by his demand.

“Gotta hear you say it, sweetheart.”

And maybe it was because she was so stubborn or maybe it was because Harry had truly left her incoherent but, she couldn’t bring herself to say it. She wanted it, she wanted him, but the words that were stuck just at the tip of her tongue were reluctant on falling past her lips. Her body was screaming for her to say anything (‘Just give him what he wants so you can get what you want’) but, she couldn’t. “Ah, c’mon, babe,” he whispers huskily into her ear, smirking arrogantly, “Go on and say it,”

His fingers skim across her stomach, slowly moving lower down her torso. Her mouth falls open as she pants hot breaths into the skin of his neck, “I- Ha-Harry I–” And for a moment, when his fingers toy with the elastic of her underwear, that maybe he was feeling generous. Maybe he had caved.

“S’not really what I was looking for.” And his fingers are dancing back up the expanse of her stomach before they rest on the pillow beside her head. “Use your words.” He repeats, in an obnoxiously teasing tone, “Just gotta tell me what ya want.”

“You kn-know what,” she huffs, “I want, Harry.”

“I don’t think I do, Y/N.” he smiles, resting his forehead on hers, “M’not gonna wait much longer, pet.”

“No no,” she rushes, grabbing his wrist, “Please.”

His eyebrows raise on his forehead, “Please what?”

She whines again, “Please just- just touch me please.”

“Okay, now say it with your eyes open.”

Frustrated and highly irritated she opens her eyes and looks at him, eyebrows furrowed, “Touch me,” she says through her teeth, “Please.”

His hands slip between them, cupping her and she hisses, “Of course.”

[cerusartblog]

Hello, I read all of your drabble rules and respect everything you have written. I'm the anon who asked about drabbles before. Hope you don't mind that I'm back. I would like to request a fluff crossover with AssClass and OnS. KarMika (Karma x Mika) and could you make them pulling pranks at first until Karma wants to take Mika to hill to watch the stars once night hits? Is it okay for that shipping? Nothing heavy, just kisses and cuddles. (I love your roleplays with Speka.)

Oh ho, what an interesting pairing. Just as a heads up, this will take me some time. Ill add it to a list that Ill now be adding to my dabble rules Totally not for the purpose of me not forgetting. Totally not. so keep your eye out for when it is completed. Thanks for taking an interest in my blog and its new drabble section!

[doublesidedloverarchive]

All dat angst! Lol Could you do the amnesia one? c:

Of course<3

[bobasheebaby]

These were so fun give me a few more!

First Sentence Writing Prompts

Send me characters/pairings (and setting or anything else you want to see) and the number to one of the following first lines:

“I know you’re afraid but we can’t hide in this closet forever.”

“Nope, I absolutely refuse to touch that.”

“How exactly did you manage to get stuck in there?”

“Why is it suddenly purple?”

“Pass me the sledgehammer.”

“Explain it to me again - why do we need to pretend to be married?”

“In my defense, I thought this would go a lot more smoothly.”

“I don’t know how you get yourself into these situations.”

“Careful, don’t drop – “

“And that’s how I ended up standing naked on the Brooklyn Bridge on Christmas Eve.”

“It’s sticky.”

“You need to stop.”

“Well that’s the single most impressive thing I’ve ever seen someone do.”

“What’s with the pigtails?”

“How have you made it this long without someone throwing you out an airlock or something?”

“Ow, what was that for?”

“Ugh, why did I eat that?”

“In my defense, it seemed like a brilliant idea at the time.”

“Run!”

“Come on, give me one good reason not to jump in the lake.”

“We’re going to be late if we don’t leave like 5 minutes ago.”

“What do you mean by leaving?”

“I’m trying very hard not to see all this as a metaphor for my life.”

“Please tell me you know how to defuse a bomb.”

“Where have you been, I was ready to call the police!”

“No, the house is definitely not haunted, why do you ask?”

“Get over here now and bring a tarp.”

“I don’t care that it’s 2:00 am, we need pie.”

“I’ve got everything under control.”

“At this point, what else could possibly go wrong?”

[ihearthemcallingxx]

And 2

Hello, Iv. Glad to see you stopped by ;). THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING I’LL DO THE REST OF YOURS TOMORROW!!

2. “How long have you been standing there?” *unrevised*

“I’ve already ordered the cake and decorations and stuff, but I haven’t gotten him his present and I don’t know if I’ll have time…shit, I don’t even know what to get him.”

“Well, I could always sign your name on the card I got him.” Gemma says, smiling through the phone, “Or you could always refurbish something. It’s what I used to do.”

“Thanks Gem,” you reply sarcastically, “Quite the help, you are.”

“Always, babe.”

You shake your head, “I was thinking I should get him a jewelry box.”

“Y/N, why on earth would you get him that?”

“Because he keeps putting his rings in mine. Last week, I walked into work and had a big ass rose on my thumb,” you chuckle at the memory, “I think my co-worker put in a complaint.”

“Shut up!”  Gem giggles, “You are not getting him a jewelry box. He would hate that.”

“Well, he needs it. He’ll learn to love it.”

“Alright well, we’ll see how that goes, eh?”

“We will.” You nod, “Dinner is at that restaurant downtown-“

“The one with the broken enter sign at the front.”

“The one with the broken enter sign at the front,” you confirm, “then we come back to our place for cake and gifts yeah? And on the day before his birthday…I’m taking him out the day of.”

“Spare me the details yeah. But, yeah sounds like a plan. I’ll pass this on to mum and she knows everyone in the U.K so I think the turn out will be fine.”

“I hope so.”

“Y/N,”

You hum.

“Thanks for doing this. Me mum has been planning birthdays for ages and I think she’s due for a break. So, thanks a bunch, babe. He’ll love it.”

You smile, “Of course, Gem. I’ll talk to you later, yeah?”

“Yeah, bye bye, Y/N”

“Bye bye,” you hang up the phone, “We’re planning a party,” you sing-song, “They won’t be sorry. For picking me for the part, it’s gonna be great, hey!” you laugh at yourself, continuing to hum your own little tune while swaying your hips to rhythm.

“We’re planning a party. They won’t-“ You jump, clutching your heart and letting out a surprised shriek when you spin around and find Harry leaning up against the kitchen entry, an amused smirk playing at his lips while he watches you with his arms folded over his chest, “Harry wha- you scared me!”

“Wasn’t the point,” he says, “But, please don’t stop on my account.” He steps into the kitchen casually, whistling your tune softly.

Your about to say something when a sudden realization washes over you. Your eyes widen and you turn to face him again, “Harry?”

“Yes, love?”

“Um. How long have you been standing there?”

He shrugs as he opens the fridge door, scratching the corner of his mouth, “Not long.”

You breathe a sigh of relief, “Oh okay, just curious?”

“Yeah yeah not too long, just long enough to know I’d better go get that shirt – the one with the ketchup stain – I’d better go get that dry cleaned.”

“What do you mean?”

He sips a cold bottle of water, “If we’re going out for m’birthday, gotta look nice, don’t I?”

Your head falls into your hands as you let out a small groan, “Are you serious?”

He chuckles as he walks towards you, pressing a cold kiss to your forehead before scooting out the kitchen, “As a heart attack, babe.” And as you dial Gemma back on the phone you can hear him in the living room.

“We’re having a party. They won’t be sorry. For picking me for the party. It’s gonna be great, hey!”

This one was extra rushed because I’ve got a million and one more to do but I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT IV!

[ihearthemcallingxx]

14 ;)

This one sounds very very interesting ;). Thank you for requesting. Hope you enjoy!

14. “Take. It. Off.” *unrevised*

“Why’ve you go my shirt on?”

You run your hands over the smooth silk, fiddling with oneof the buttons before shrugging, “Because I can.” You hear him scoff behindyou, as continue to search through the rest of the shirts in his closet, “MaybeI should where this one instead,” you pull the pink garment off the rack andhold it to your chest, “I think it’ll bring out my eyes.”

He shakes his head, chuckling softly, “You aren’t wearingany of my shirts.”

You turn around to him, watching with challenging eyes as heapproaches you slowly, his hands deep in pockets of his sweatpants, “But,” you whisper,tugging on the collar of your shirt, “I’ve already got one on.”

He nods, “Then take it off.”

You step back, smiling wide, “No.”

“Y/N,” he says slowly, taking another step towards you, “I’mbeing serious.”

“As am I.” you take another step back. Your foot gets caughton a shoe, and you trip, falling backwards but he reaches quickly out to you,wrapping an arm around you and pulling you upright into his chest.

He’s so close now, you can feel his breath washing over yourface and his scent fills your nose. You look deeply into his eyes and you cansee, the way his pupil had overtaken his green orbs and you smile as yourcheeks warm, “Take. It. Off.” He says, “Or I will.”

You shiver, “Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise.”

You reach for the buttons on your shirt, fiddling with it asyou escape his grip. Your eyes drift past his head for a moment before you dartpast him and out into your bedroom, looking back over your shoulder to see hissurprised expression, “I’m not taking it off!” you shout, sprinting out of theroom.

“You better pray I don’t catch you!” you hear him call,followed by big booming footsteps, moving quick across the hardwood.

You boom with laughter, flying down the steps, “Lordheavenly father-“ your interrupted by his own deep laugh.

“You are so stupid!”

“I’m also wearing your shirt.” You yell back. You slow to astop once you round the corner into the dining room, creeping quietly whilewatching over your shoulder to make sure he doesn’t catch you. Listeningcarefully, you can hear his footsteps but your uncertain where they’re comingfrom.

“Slick,” you hear him say, and you jump around to his voice,shrieking when he wraps his arm wound your waist again, “Not slick enough,though.”

He pushes you up against the wall, leaning in towards yourear, “Take. It. Off, love.” He whispers, “Don’t make this difficult.”

You raise on your toes to reach his ear, “No.”

“Alright then, you’ve left me no choice.” He slides hishands around your stomach, unbuttoning the silk shirt, slowly. His foreheadrests on yours as he looks down to watch his fingers, exposing more and more ofyour skin until the garment is hardly covering her breasts and its then that herealizes you don’t have anything on underneath, “Well, would ya look at tha’”

“Now you know why I wanted to keep it on.”

“Now you know why I wanted it off.”

He slips his hands beneath the shirt, gripping your waistwith his warm hands and pulling you closer into him so he can lay his lips onyours. You wrap your arms around his neck twirling a little growing curl aroundyou finger as your mouths move together in sync, his tongue sneaking and runningover your bottom lip. He pushes the shirt off your shoulders, before letting itfall from your body and into his hands. You lift your leg to rest on his hipbut he pushes it back softly to the ground, pulling away from your lips,smiling.

“Harry where are you going?” you question irritably.

He smirks, walking towards the stairs and flipping the shirtover his shoulder, “Told ya to take it off.”

[ihearthemcallingxx]

148 !!

It felt a little wrong to answer these today but I have too many. So thank you for requesting it was very rushed but, I hope you enjoy.

148. “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” *unrevised*

He’s certain when he walks in his living room and spots you underneath one of his fluffy blankets with the TV remote in your hands, that tonight was going to yet again another movie night. Since you’d been in town, it seemed any night he was available to stay home with you, you had popcorn and an array of movies ready to be watched and he didn’t mind it, quiet nights in with you were a nice and relaxing contrast to his typical hectic schedule, but it sort of becomes old when each night, he was left watching the last hour of a movie you promised you’d stay up for before carrying you off to bed.

“Oh no,” he tuts, trudging in past the entryway, “We aren’t doin’ this again.”

You bounce on the cushion when he plops down beside you, frowning in confusion, “What? I thought this was our thing now.” He shakes his head, quickly snatching the remote from you. “Hey! That’s not nice!”

“You know what else isn’t nice? Breaking your promise.”

“What are you on about?”

“I promise I’ll stay awake tonight.” He mimics, in an obnoxiously high pitched tone, “M’not falling for it tonight.”

“No Harry please!” you beg, fumbling to escape the thick blanket so you’re sat closer to him, “It was because I was jet lag. This time I swear I’ll stay awake.” You extend your pinky with a hopeful smile, wiggling it persuasively when he looks down at it, “I pinky promise.”

He puckers his lips in thought, weighing the definite chance of you breaking his promise and the highly unlikely chance that you do. “C’mon please,” you say and it’s those big wide eyes that he’d never been strong enough to say no to that makes him lock his pinky with yours.

“If you break your promise tonight, I’m kicking you out.”

You scoff, wrapping the blanket back over your shoulders, “You wouldn’t.”

“Fall asleep and find out.”

You roll your eyes, throwing a couple pieces of popcorn at him before settling back in your spot, “Yeah yeah, just pick a movie, then.” There weren’t many that were left to watch, he’d seen most of them and you weren’t far behind so it took a while for the two of you to come to an agreement, (“Y/N we are not watching Happy Feet again.” “But Harry, it’s so inspirational- okay okay fine, just sit back down….dickhead.”) but once you did, he shut the lights off and you both got comfortable under the covers.

And you were determined to stay awake.

And you were surprised when you made it through the first movie, and confident that tonight you wouldn’t break your promise.

But around 12AM, your eyes began to get heavy. So, you shuffled around a bit, even got up to pop more popcorn hoping it would help you wake up a bit. But when you sat back down, the sleepiness just continued to crash on you until finally you gave in, and drifted to sleep on the arm of the sofa.

Harry, being so invested in the movie, hadn’t noticed you until the credits began rolling and when he spotted you, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“This girl, I swear,” he shakes his head, pushing the bowl from his lap, “This time I swear I’ll stay awake, my ass.” He shuts off the TV before standing up, stretching is achy bones before lifting you up into his arm, just as he had been doing for the entire week. “Don’ know what I’m gonna do with you, love.”

Your eyelashes rest delicately on your cheeks and Harry smiles at how peaceful you look, lips parted slightly as you snore softly. Harry wasn’t sure why he pretended like he hated when you fell asleep during the movie because it meant he got these moments, these quiet moments in the middle of the night when he could just look at you and not worry about scraping together an explanation as to why he was. He could peel back the covers and tuck you into bed, making sure you were warm and comfortable and treat you like he would if you were his.

He places you carefully into the guest bed and you squirm, but settle once he lifts the covers over your shoulder. “Goodnight,” he whispers, and he feels a little silly for talking to himself but he feels even sillier when he leans down and places a kiss on her forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before pulling away. And he blinks, surprised with himself.

He’s glad you’re asleep.

“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” you grumble.

He spoke too soon.

Just as he’s exiting the room, he freezes when he hears your voice and for a moment, he isn’t sure what he should say. So, he doesn’t.

“Goodnight, love.”

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what about 76

Okay, so I hope you didn’t request this hoping for Daddy Harry as in he’s not your actual father because if so, drop by @anyotherblogbesidesthisone instead. Okay but seriously sorry if this was not what you wanted but I still hope you enjoy :)

76. “Daddy!” *unrevised*

Y/N sat on the sofa of her living room, sipping a mug of hot tea, and basking in the well-deserved silence of her house. Her back was a bit achy, and her head was pounding, but she allowed her eyes to drift close and relax into the comfy cushions. It had been a long day without Harry here to help her manage their ever-hyper four-year-old. And from the moment Harry had thrown their daughter onto their bed, earlier that morning before he left for work, Y/N had been ripping and running to keep with her.

And Y/D/N was only one person technically, but her energy could fuel and entire class of Kindergarteners and Y/N felt this break was well deserved.

It was pretty late in the evening, nearing eight o’clock, and Y/N had just put down their daughter for bed, sitting with her to ensure that she stayed in bed, before slipping quietly downstairs to decompress from her hectic day. She missed Harry a lot, a lot more than shed expected and all she wanted now was a nice cuddle and good nights rest.

So, when she heard the front door open, a relieved smile spread across her face.

His feet carried him through the foyer and into the living room, where he was met with the back of her head peeping from the top of the sofa, “’Ello, darling.” He greets, sighing as he takes a seat beside her, resting his arm on the back of the cushion, “You alright?”

“I’m good,” she says, rubbing her eyes, “Just a bit tired.”

“M’sorry to hear that,” he coos, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She inhales deeply, “She already asleep?”

“I put her to bed about ten, maybe fifteen minutes ago, so,” she shrugs, “She might be. I’m not entirely sure.”

He nods, groaning exaggeratedly as he stands back to his feet, “Well, m’gonna go see. Be back in a second, yeah?” She manages a yes through her yawn, “And, don’ fall asleep just yet, please.”

“I can try.”

“Try hard,” he taps her leg as he walks out the living room, “For me?”

“Yeah yeah.”

He slowly ascends the stairs, yawning himself, “Damn contagious,” he mumbles.

“Watch your mouth!” Y/N scolds from downstairs and he shakes his head as he chuckles, continuing to trudge on his tired limbs up the steps.

When he reaches Y/D/N’s door, twists the knob before pushing it open, being sure to stay quiet in case she is in fact asleep. He steps inside her pink room, that was beautifully illuminated by a night-light, that projects stars on her ceiling, walking over to the side of her bed before squatting beside it.

Her head is faced away from him, but her chest is rising and falling at a slow pace so he assumes she’s asleep. A pang of disappoint shoots through his chest, but he fights back the urge to wake her and instead stands back to his feet so he can place a kiss on the top of her head. “Goodnight, sweetheart-“ Y/D/N jolts suddenly, and Harry pulls back surprised. She rolls over to him, eyes not quite filled with sleep, before jumping up out of her covers to stand on her mattress.

“Daddy!” she exclaims, wrapping her little arms as close to his neck as their length would allow. She squeals loud in his ear when she lifts her up with both his arms wrapped tight around her middle, peppering kisses all over her face. “Too many kisses!”

“Too many?! I don’t think there’s enough!”

She puts her hands over his lip, pushing away from his face, “No more Daddy.” She giggles.

“Alright, s’time for bed, innit?” he questions, leaning down to tuck her back in, before squatting back in his spot, “S’late.”

Much to Harry’s surprise, she goes down easy, not resisting when he tucks her floral duvet up around her covers. Typically, especially with Harry, she’s quite fussy when it’s time for bed, but she can see in the way she was tubbing her eyes that she was sleepy and very ready to get some rest, “Have a good day with Mumma, yes?”

She hums, “She let me cook with her.”

“Did she? Mumma doesn’t even let me do tha’”

She giggles, “Mumma told me it was because I’m a better cooker.”

“Tha’s probably true, m’love,” he smiles, “Gonna have to show me what you can do, tomorrow.”

She sits up and looks at him with wide eyes, “Can we do it now?”

“Not tonight, baby, gotta go to bed now, yeah?” he kisses her cheek, coaxing her back down, “But we’ve all day tomorrow, don’t we? You can cook for me all day long.”

She smiles and nods her head eagerly, “Okay.”

“Good. Now gimme a kiss,” he taps his cheek, scrunching his nose when she places a big wet kiss to it, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

He once again kisses her forehead and raises to her feet, “Sweet dreams, baby.”

OKAY THAT ENDING WAS SO SUCKY BUT IM GONNA SAY THIS FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME I HAVE SO MANY REQUESTS AND I DON’T WANT ANYONE TO FEEL LIKE IM iGNORING THEM SO I’M POWERING THROUGH BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!