Monday Morning

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Greetings writrs. I'm having a less than stellar morning so I am taking this weeks first theme from that - Morning! Good? Bad? First together?

Remember the rules:
* No more than five prompts
* No more than three prompts from the same fandom
* No spoilers until a week after air/publicationdate
* If your prompt is filled, you can leave another one.

Examples!
Firefly, Mal/Simon, Sneaking out in the morning
Leverage/Dr Who, Eliot/Author's choice, Coffee shop AU - Working the morning shift

tag=morning

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[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Firefly, Mal/Simon, Sneaking out in the morning

Mini-fill

[pepsi-twist9.livejournal.com]

Simon smiled as Mal pressed a kiss against his shoulder.

"You sure you want to go out there doc? I've got all day free if you want." Simon turned around and shook his head.

"If we were all like you captain we would never get anything done."

"Hey, just 'cause you're in bed don't mean I'll be taking any back talk." Simon's grin widened and he pressed his mouth against Mal's.

"If you say so," he murmured. With a shake of his head Simon finally managed to leave Mal's room.

"You're so serious" came a voice to his left. Simon's head whipped around in surprise. River stood with her hands in her pockets while regarding Simon coolly.

"You startled me. How did you find me bao bei?"
River simply grinned and moved forward to hug Simon. Simon awkwardly hugged her back in confusion.

"You've never been good at hide and go seek" River whispered in his ear...boob"

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Leverage/Dr Who, Eliot/Author's choice, Coffee shop AU - Working the morning shift

[ruuger]

The Mentalist, Jane & any, "You can't wake up on the wrong side of bed if you never went to bed in the first place."

Not a fill, sorry

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

That icon is adorable! I love Cho's smile (he should smile more) - especially when he smiles at Jane's antics. ;)

[kasmodia.livejournal.com]

SPN, Smith/Wesson, since he's fallen head over heels for this new Smith guy, Sam can't wait for monday morning, spending the weekends plotting ways to get in contact

[kasmodia.livejournal.com]

"I’m sorry," Castiel repeats for what must be the 100th time, fighting hard to keep his face appropriately contrite instead of rolling his eyes right out of his head the way he wants to. Not like Dean doesn’t know him by now.

But to no avail. Dean shows him the cold shoulder, ostentatiously sweeping all of the scrambled eggs on his own plate and drinking right out of the milk container until it’s empty. Castiel sighs.

Fine. No cereals then. He dreads the moment Dean will realize it was the last container and he’ll have to drink his beloved coffee black.

"I’m good at this, you know," Dean states indignantly while stuffing his face with eggs and Castiel wonders if he means bitching at his boyfriend ‘cause he can’t deny that Dean’s a pro at that.

"Fucking excellent even! Other men begged me to wake them up like that. Begged!"

So he probably doesn’t mean bitching. Right.

"Honey, you know I’m a heavy sleeper," Castiel says softly, stroking Dean’s wrist before it’s gone again. "Remember when you nearly went crazy because of that building site right below our bedroom window while I slept the whole two weeks like a baby despite the uproar?"

"You compare my mouth on your dick with fucking construction noise?" Dean squints at Castiel menacingly, letting him know that it depends on his answers if he’ll get laid in the next two months or spend his nights alone on the couch. Talk of pressure.

"Uh, no?"

Dean huffs and jumps up.

"Oh come on," Castiel yells after him, "don’t be like that. You know I love your blow-jobs."

"Not enough to wake up for one, obviously," Dean yells back, flushed face showing up in the doorframe. The vein on his neck pulses alarmingly.

"I came, right? That should show you how much I appreciate it. You are the best. You really are. And I love you so much!" Castiel tries, remembering what that damn couch does to his back, not to mention the grovelling it’ll take to mollify his drama queen of a lover.

"Save it," Dean answers, increasingly mad. "You came and then you snored like an elephant and turned around, like I wasn’t even there!" He grabs his jacket, yells one last "asshole" and slams the door shut with a bang.

Castiel sighs heavily. So the couch it is.

[kasmodia.livejournal.com]

CW RPS, barista!Jared/morning crouch!Jensen, Jared makes it his mission to cheer up grumpy monday morning customer Jensen

[kasmodia.livejournal.com]

SPN, kitten!Dean/Sam, When the kitten wants breakfast, the kitten wants breakfast. NOW!

[tigriswolf]

Inception, Arthur/Eames, the first morning after

FILL!

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

After a night of passionate sex, they’ve both slowly come down from their blissful high, Arthur is spread out like a starfish, limbs warm and loses as Eames tenderly worships his body with soft and loving kisses, and Arthur cannot help but grin and sighs blissfully.

Soon, Eames wraps him up in his arms that are soft like a blanket, tenderly snuggling him. Arthur breathes in, and out slowly, melting into the tender arms as Eames holds him and stroked his back, and when Arthur's eyes close in peaceful sleep, Eames kisses his forehead and wishes him sweet dreams.

Arthur is sleepy and so he surrenders to the dream world with an adorable smile on his face. Eames lovingly kisses Arthurs' forehead as his sweetheart drifts off to sleep, and Arthur dreams only blissfully dreams as he sleeps peacefully in Eames’s gentle embrace.

Dawn comes too soon; Arthur wakes first with the golden sun warming his rosy cheeks. A smile lingers on his lips as he finds that Eames has not let him go all night, his dream husband still cuddles him like a fluffy teddy bear

When Arthur lightly presses a kiss to Eames lips, the other man stirs, he grins into the loving kiss and breathes a happy sigh as he gives Arthur's a snuggle cuddle, tugging the blankets up over both him to keep them cozy warm.

Arthur's smirks happily, a bit surprised that Eames prefers to start the morning after with a cuddle fest instead of another roll in the sheets, but as Eames tenderly brushed his fingertips lightly over Arthur’s beautiful face, softly caressing his cheek, Arthur couldn't help but blush a little as his dream partner fawned over him by drawing a little heart on his cheek.

Smirking, Arthur kisses Eames tenderly, drowning in pure bliss, their hearts syncing up and beating as one. Little touches dancing on his skin gently, soft kisses that send him feeling like he could fly to the moon.

As the sun rises high in the morning sky, Eames seems content to just keep pecking little kisses to Arthurs' lips, one then another, and another, as if one kiss will not satisfy him, and Arthur is smiling as brightly as a shiny star, and when Eames gives one soft, tender, devotedly angelic kiss, Arthur feels his heart skips a beat as he falls in love with Eames just a little bit more.

(END)

[tigriswolf]

Inception, Arthur/Eames, a 'shifter AU - waking human, curled up together in the woods

[tigriswolf]

The Avengers movieverse, Loki/Steve, Steve makes breakfast in the morning

[tigriswolf]

Glee, Kurt/Blaine, they're both morning people

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Lucifer, the first light of the morning

[tigriswolf]

RED/Inception/White Collar, Neal&Arthur as Frank's twin sons (Arthur/Eames & Peter/Neal(/Elizabeth)), getting a call first thing in the morning because your idiot of a brother is now at the top of a hit list - not the best way to start the day, really

Fill: long stems in the name of (Arthur/Eames + Neal/Peter/Elizabeth, PG-13) 1/2

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

This is a little off-prompt :p Sorry!

It isn't the first time he's got the message. It's the first time he's gotten it on a lazy Sunday sleeping in, when his bed partner is - for once - resting peacefully at his side, not snoring up a storm or already instigating some early morning sex.

Not that Arthur is ever adverse to early morning sex, but a quiet Eames is a rare Eames, and Arthur was reveling in the novelty when he heard his phone trill.

Arthur's ease abrupty ends, the moment he calls the number Neal's SOS was texted from.

Because Neal doesn't answer.

A woman does.

From the tremble in her voice as she says "Hello" like it's a question - a desperate one - Arthur knows three things. One: this is the Burke Neal's been having an affair with. (Arthur knew that Neal was sleeping with at least one of them - his FBI handler, Peter, or Peter's wife, El. Apparently, Neal's been banging the wife of the one man who can send him back to prison. Wonderful.) Two: Arthur will have to wait to kick Neal's ass over it, because obviously Neal's in trouble. Three...

Neal's in trouble. Which means Arthur's going to have to hurt someone before this day has ended. He may be an idiot sometimes, but Arthur's brother is still one of the most important people in Arthur's life. And nobody messes with someone Arthur loves without paying for it.

"Hello, are you... Arthur?" the woman - El this must be - says. "Neal- Neal told me to call you. To call you if-"

Her voice stutters and stops, on a sigh or a sob - it sounds like El's pulled the receiver away from herself, so Arthur can't tell which. Arthur goes cold. He thought, when he heard the nervous rush of her words, that he'd be hearing that Neal had gotten himself locked up again. Caught with his pants down (literally this time), but the sinking suspicion that this is something different, something worse, washes over him.

[metallikirk.livejournal.com]

Star Trek (TOS or Reboot), Kirk/McCoy, Bones is NOT a morning person, so Jim devises a pain-free, effective way to wake him up

[metallikirk.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, every morning, Castiel needs his wings groomed and Dean is only too happy to indulge his angel.

[metallikirk.livejournal.com]

Star Trek (TOS or Reboot), Kirk/McCoy, It's Bones' day off and Jim treats him to breafast in bed.

[kasmodia.livejournal.com]

AtS, puppet!Angel/Spike, waking up with soft, cuddly puppet!Angel is... well, it's hilarious!

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

In Time, Henry Hamilton/Will Salas, the morning after they meet, Henry offers Will half his time if Will will come home with him

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Thor, Loki + Thor, breakfeast with a tired trickster can be interesting

Fill: Thor, Loki + Thor - Counterclockwise

[amcw177.livejournal.com]

Hi! Sort of a fandom n00b here but I wanted to try my hands at this awesome prompt regardless. My apologies if it went horribly wrong.

The thing with Loki when he didn't get enough sleep was that he got lazy. Not in the way Thor sometimes preferred to leave out parts of his attire because he was too tired to fiddle with the little hooks and buttons; or in the way one could tell that Sif's ponytail was simply a stylistic excuse to squeeze in five more minutes of sleep.

No. When Loki got lazy he used magic. And not just to annoy them, no. He used it for everything.

"Loki." Thor nudged his brother who was staring at his plate as if it might reveal the future to him.

When he didn't react Thor tried again, a little bit harder this time. It almost sent Loki sailing off the bench, "Loki."

"What is it?" Loki huffed, righting his garments.

"You are doing it again." Thor nodded towards the table. On it was a display of things that should most certainly not be moving. The bread was cutting itself into neat, perfectly aligned slices. Fruit were rolling across the table, conveniently arranging themselves on Loki's plate. Thor's favourite - delicious gammon - had turned into an assortment of grapes, apples, and something Thor considered a mix between a hedgehog and a turtle. Either way, it was not something he wanted to see on his breakfast table.

Loki stared at him in confusion. There were bags under his eyes big enough to warrant their own servants.

"Have you been up all night reading again, brother?"

"No."

Thor eyed the hopping, slicing, bouncing scenery on the table and frowned at his brother.

"Yes." Loki conceded and everything came to an abrupt halt. A couple of apples had too much momentum and toppled to the floor. Loki stopped them with a wave of his hand Thor rolled his eyes.

"You need to get some sleep."

"What I need are extra hours in the day." The apples levitated back onto the table, splitting into symmetrical pieces and quietly landing on Thor's plate.

Thor scowled at the offending fruit. His main problem was that they were not gammon. Or at least bacon. He would have settled for bacon.

He shoved the plate towards his brother. It shoved itself back. He tried again - to the same effect, only now the plate had grown teeth and was snapping at his fingers.

"Loki!" He grabbled for his hammer.

His brother was peeling an orange, seemingly oblivious to the sudden increase in malicious tableware. Well, he was commanding it to shed its paring with a flick of his wrist, as a matter of fact.

"Calm down," Loki sighed, "it's just vegetables and fruit."

"Exactly!" Thor bellowed and smashed the plate before it could latch onto his cape. The table split in half and collapsed in a flurry of food and drink.

Oddly enough, when the commotion had died down Loki was holding his plate in one hand and was munching on a slice of orange. He was grinning.

"You did that on purpose!"

Loki shrugged, "Of course, I did."

Thor waved Mjölnir around, indicating the chaos he had just produced on account of his brother, "I thought you were tired!"

"I am," Loki said and got up, taking his plate with him, "this is my way of staying awake."

"You-"

"Eat your fruit, brother." Loki winked and ducked out of Thor's reach.

For the rest of the day Thor had the eerie feeling that he was being followed by a battalion of fruit but every time he turned around there was nothing there. They clearly needed to do something about Loki's sleeping pattern.

[samueljames]

Law & Order UK, Matt/Alesha, In The Morning

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Suits, Harvey/Mike, the morning after is awkward enough before Donna finds out and goes all Mama Bear over [author's choice] (Maybe she's worried that Mike is just playing with Harvey while Harvey has real feelings, or maybe she's afraid that Harvey doesn't realize how he feels and is moving too fast with Mike)

[samueljames]

Firefly, Jayne/Simon, waking up together.

Knockout (PG13)

[inkvoices]

Simon tries to open his eyes, but everything is blurry and his eyelids are far too heavy, so he closes them again. He’s lying on his side, almost curled up, and he can feel Jayne’s arm beneath his head, the hairs tickling his ear. He rubs against it a little and takes a deep breath, inhaling the comforting smell of gun oil, cotton, and sweat.

Jayne groans and his leg brushes against Simon’s knee as he stretches out.

“Tzao-goa,” he says. “That is one hell of a hangover.”

Simon murmurs his agreement. He’s glad that Jayne knows what’s going on, because his brain is too hazy to make sense of anything just now, except that if this is a hangover then it must have been caused by sake. He loves it, but the morning after is rarely anything but painful. Rather like sex with Jayne actually.

He smirks, turning his head slightly to bury the expression in the crook of Jayne’s elbow. The motion makes his head pound, but Jayne makes a pleased sound at the back of his throat, so Simon licks his lips and presses them more deliberately against the soft skin.

Jayne touches his leg to Simon’s again in acknowledgement and then swings his leg over both of Simon’s, pinning him down. It’s Simon’s turn to make a noise, but one of displeasure as something digs painfully into his hip.

“Tell me you didn’t come to bed armed,” he mutters, lifting his head out of Jayne’s elbow, so that he’ll be heard, and pillowing it on Jayne’s upper arm instead.

Jayne’s other arm moves across and fumbles between them, shoves between the gun and Simon’s hip.

“Guess so.”

He shifts his leg further over Simon’s, almost wrapping himself around the other man, so that the gun is no longer hurting Simon and Jayne’s knee is snug against Simon’s arse.

“And fully dressed, with shoes and everything,” says Wash cheerfully, “and no sheets and, my god, perhaps you’re not even in a bed at all.”

Simon forces his eyes open in horror and blinks rapidly as the world swims into focus.

They seem to be in some kind of empty storeroom or dressing room, all metal walls with a low metal mesh shelf or bench running around the edges and hooks on the walls. Kaylee is sitting on one, leaning against the wall and looking more than happy with their performance. She gives him a small wave and mouths ‘we got gassed’.

Zoe is sat further along with her feet firmly planted on the floor a shoulder width apart and Wash is on the floor between her legs, leaning back against the bench and saying, “I mean the lack of pillows and bedding was surely a hint, or are those kinds of items not to be found in Jayne’s bunk?”

Mal is standing with his arms folded; near enough that Simon can see him over Jayne’s shoulder. He looks like he’d quite happily kick them both, but that if he moved he’d fall over.

Simon’s just grateful that River isn’t here to comment, or the Shepherd here to see since he’s minding River. Inara would have the grace not to treat this as anything out of the ordinary, but she has her own business to attend to whilst the rest of them are trying to scratch a living the less than legal way.

Of course he’s glad that all three of them don’t have to suffer through what, he remembers, is another plan of Mal’s, which seems once again to have failed. Now that Kaylee has pointed it out he notices the lingering aftertaste the of a popular knockout gas in his dry mouth. It would have been nice if their inside contact had mentioned that particularly obstacle.

“Do you think they always do it with their eyes shut?” says Wash. “I suppose in Simon’s case otherwise he’d have to look at Jayne…”

Simon feels himself blushing, his face burning and the heat spreading down his neck. A broad palm cups his cheek and Simon focuses on the face closest to his. Jayne looks uncertain and, as heavy as his eyelids still feel, Simon knows he can’t close his eyes to that.

“Actually,” he says, his voice rasping, “they tend to stay open until I black out.”

[samueljames]

Life On Mars, Sam/Annie, breakfast in bed.

[samueljames]

Dexter, Dexter & Harrison, their morning routine is interrupted by work and Dexter is annoyed.

[samueljames]

Suits/White Collar, Mike/Neal, lazy Sunday morning in bed.

Mini-Fill: Little Eons (Mike/Neal, PG13)

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

'Sleeping in' has a whole new meaning when he's with Neal. It's not just about the sleep - cocooned in bed sheets of a higher thread count than Mike can count, snuggled up in the warmth of two bodies lying entwined, the early morning sun spilling over the both of them.

And it's not just about the sex. Waking up to a questing mouth tracing invisible patterns across his naked chest, or a gentle hand slowly working him towards a half-conscious orgasm. Pretending to be asleep so that the unhurried pleasure can continue, then rolling to pounce. Swallowing Neal's bright laughter like he can swallow sunshine.

There's a decadence about sleeping in with Neal. No matter what they're doing. He can practically feel time slow to accomodate them, drawing out their lazy Sundays mornings into little eons they've built a world inside. A world of breakfasts in bed and Neal getting up early sometimes, alone, to sketch Mike while he sleeps, or to paint sprawling, gorgeous murals across Mike's skin that will disappear into the smudges on Neal's expensive sheets when he turns Mike over and takes his mouth.

Outside their little world, their lives - on either side of the law - are filled with haste. With struggling to make names for themselves, or to protect them, but in Neal's bed... Sleeping inside the circle of the other's arms, they each get to slow down and enjoy life instead of living through it.