he climbed into the bed

  • ok but eddie would totally learn knitting to make richie a christmas sweater??
  • he’d be super secretive about it because he wants it to be a surprise
  • so every time richie climbs up to his window, he has to quickly throw everything under his bed/blanket/pillow/ANYTHING so that richie doesn’t see
  • “you don’t have to hide your porn from me, eds”
  • “beep fucking beep, richie”
  • richie is high key very curious about what’s going on and continues bugging eddie about it but eddie is standing his fucking ground
  • anyway so it’s their gift exchange day and eddie wraps up the present up in a super neat and beautiful box
  • it takes richie .5 seconds to tear apart the wrapping and eddie’s hard work
  • but when he opens the actual box and sees the sweater, his heart just???
  • it’s maroon with a gold R in the middle (no I didn’t use mrs. weasley’s sweater as a reference WHUT)
  • he’s super quiet, and eddie gets nervous that he doesn’t like his gift because he’s worried it looks like shit
  • “it'sokifyoudon'tlikeit. youdon'thavetowearitoranything. hereletmetakeitback”
  • “NO”
  • and then richie breaks his heart because he says “no one’s ever made me anything by hand before” so softly and he looks like he’s got tears in his eyes which makes eddie want to C R Y
  • RICHIE PUTS IT ON BUT ITS TOO SMALL SO IT RIDES UP HIS STOMACH AND THE SLEEVES ARE TOO SHORT BUT HE REFUSES TO TAKE IT OFF AND WEARS IT THE REST OF THE DAY
  • “oh my god, dumbass. just take it off. you look ridiculous.”
  • “nuh uh eddie bear, i’m wearing this every day from now on”
  • turns out, it fits eddie perfectly so he ends up keeping it. but don’t worry, eddie makes richie a new one except this one has an E on it instead.

anonymous asked:

Headcanon: eventually Cas gets really good at using his grace to keep Dean asleep so he can climb into bed with him in the morning. It’s the only way Dean wakes up happy.

Awww

As in compared to 13x06 Dean being a light sleeper and waking up grumpy, Cas can sooth him in his sleep with a touch, slip into bed beside him and hold him until he wakes up naturally. 

Then it’s less “angry bear” and more “morning sunshine”.

Every hand that’s ever touched me has been filled with lust and pain, in equal measures. The first time a man touched me with pain, was a man who was supposed to touch my family with nothing but love - but all he gave us were broken bones and bruises. The first time a man touched me with lust I didn’t understand it was wrong, I thought it was part of the game - but I knew that it had happened to girls younger than me, my mother had given me the talk, but when those fingers slipped I thought it was part of our game. A boy pushed me against a brick wall down an alleyway, and as he sloppily kissed down my neck he shoved his hands down my pants as I tried to push him away. My best friend walked me home from a party one night, he was drunk and thought it was okay to climb in my bed, I remember how heavy he felt and how hot his breath was against my face. I don’t want to remember the feel of him or his face. A friends boyfriend who locked me in his car and pushed his filthy hands up my skirt, or the man who forced me to my knees not caring when I couldn’t breathe and my eyes welled with tears.
I will never forget, I wonder if he even remembers; I wonder how many girls came before or after me? Could a boy ever love me no matter how many dirty hands and mouths have forced themselves on me? Will you ever look at me the same once you know what I’ve lived through?
tease || t.h

Relationship: Tom Holland x reader

Summary: When you tease Tom all day, he decides to give you a taste of your own medicine.

Warnings: S M U T (18+)

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: another tom smut was highly requested so here ya go bust a nut !!!


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Draco is definitely not gay, part six.  (Except that he really, really is.)
  • Draco, sneering: Heard about your breakup, Potter. I guess the she-Weasel wasn't quite *man* enough for you.
  • Harry: ...Not really, no.
  • Draco: ...
  • Draco: ...
  • Draco: ...So what are you doing tomorrow night?

@babsxxxx: Okay soo a harry hook x reader idea for you: the reader grew up in the isle but is helping mal with saving Ben. She knew Harry from when she was growing up but hasn’t seen him in ages but he is mad at her for leaving him behind…. so yeah put your own spin on it and make is as angsty and fluffy as you can!


OK, so I may have gone a smidge overboard with this one, but I really like it. So, enjoy!

Word Count: 4336


There was a knock at your door.

You looked up, frowning for a moment, before taking this as an excuse to put off doing the homework for Fairy Godmother’s class. Getting up from your desk, you wandered over to your door to open it.

“…Mal?”

Sure enough, there she was.

“Y/N, we need to talk,” Mal said, pushing through into your dorm room.

You were still a little thrown from her sudden appearance. “I thought you’d gone back to the Isle? And your hair…you went back to purple?”

Mal waved a hand to cut you off. “We don’t have time for questions right now. I need your help.”

That definitely caught your attention. “What? Why? What’s wrong?”

“Ben’s been kidnapped,” Mal stated, her voice low. You’d never heard her sound so emotional, so sincere.

You blinked. “That’s horrible…but why do you need me? Shouldn’t we go to Fairy Godmother or Ben’s parents or–”

“Uma and her crew took him,” Mal revealed.

Oh. Everything clicked into place.

“Harry…”

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Nightmares and Bruises

Request: Could you maybe please do 56 and 79 with Billy from stranger things.

Prompt: 56. “You know my house has a door? You don’t always have to use the window.” And 79. “You shouldn’t be out here alone, i’s dangerous.”

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warning: Mentions of abuse

Word Count: 1623

A/N: BTW I do not condone any of Billy’s behaviour in stranger things. Thank you for the request!! Please feel free to request anything! Part 2 of this is a possibility if people want it.

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For the past year, ever since Steve had dragged her to Jonathan’s to confront Nancy and they had battled the Demogorgon, Y/N had suffered from terrifying nightmares. Her parents both worked for Hawkins Lab and had assured her multiple times that the old people had gone and that nothing like that would ever happen again. However, it didn’t reassure her. Her parents worked late most nights and would sometimes not even come home at all with only a brief phone call to tell her. When they weren’t home it was worse. She would wake up in cold sweats, breathing hard and sometimes crying.

This night was one of those. Shaking, Y/N swung her legs out of bed, pulled on a pair of leggings and a hoodie, put her shoes on and left the house after locking the door. The air was cold and her hoodie didn’t provide much protection. There was a soft breeze that swirled the autumn leaves into the air which she watched as she walked down the road. There was little noise this time of night and it was beautifully peaceful.

Hiding her hands in her hoodie, she shuddered as the sound of a car engine roared through the silence. She moved to the side of the road for the car to pass but, to her surprise, it pulled up beside her.

“Y/N, right?” The driver said as she looked over to see it was Billy Hargrove. She nodded her head and he smiled. “What you doing out this late in the cold, princess?” Y/N and Billy knew of each other but had never actually spoken at school. That was mainly down to the fact that he was not nice to Steve.

Y/N shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep” She studied the boy’s face and noticed a bruise beginning to form under his cheekbone.

“Want to come for a drive? I’d rather not leave you out in the cold.” He reached across and opened the door. “You shouldn’t be out here alone, it’s dangerous.”

Realising that he was probably right and that there was little chance of him actually turning out to be an axe murderer, she shrugged and climbed into the dark blue Camaro. The warmth from the inside of the car immediately engulfed her and she sank further into the seat as Billy set off.

“Anywhere particular you wanted to go, princess?” Billy asked glancing at the girl in his passenger seat.

“Not really” She muttered and looked out of the window as he turned on the radio and Rebel Yell by Billy Idol flooded the car. “What happened to your cheek?”

Billy glanced at her but she was still looking out of the window. “It’s nothing.”

“Is it the reason you’re out this late?” Y/N asked looking over at the blond.

“We’ve all got our demons, princess.” Was his response and she didn’t press him further. He thought most people would have and was suddenly glad it was her he had found and not anyone else.

They drove around aimlessly for a few hours, talking every so often and then letting the music fill the silence the rest of the time. He dropped her off at home and looked at the empty drive. “Where’re your parents?”

”At work. They either work really late or just stay at the office all night.” Y/N explained as she opened the door. “Thanks for the ride.” She smiled softly.

“Anytime, princess.” He returned the smile as she shut the door and walked away.

This continued to happen frequently over the next month. Y/N would have a nightmare and would go for a walk to clear her head and most times Billy would pull up with fresh bruises and they would go for a drive. Neither of them spoke any other time; they would glance at each other at school but that was about it. Their conversation and friendship were limited to the inside of Billy’s car. Neither of them really minded. They found an escape in each other.

However, one night the normality of their meetings was broken. Y/N was, for once, sleeping peacefully, when there was a knock on her window. Sleepily she had sat up and would have gone back to sleep blaming it on her imagination if it hadn’t sounded again. She walked over to the window, opened the curtains and locked eyes with those familiar blue irises. She opened the window as she took in his face. There were bruises all over his face but unlike usually, his nose was also bleeding, his lip and eyebrow was split and there were bruises visible under his ripped shirt.

“Billy?” She questioned as he started to climb through the window and nearly fell, causing her to grab him.

“Hey, princess.” He muttered as he winced in pain.

“What happened?”

“My dad didn’t like the way I was talking to my step-mom.” He told her as she helped him sit on the bed. “I didn’t know where else to go.” He whispered as he looked at the floor.

“It’s okay. I’m going to get the first aid kit.” Y/N said as she motioned for him to stay put. She walked into the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit with shaking hands.

She walked back into the room and sat next to him and started pulling things out of the kit. Bill turned to look at her and noticed her shaking fingers as she tried to pour some alcohol onto some cotton wool. He placed his hands over hers and she stopped shaking and looked at him. He nodded reassuringly and she began to clean the cuts on his face. She then pulled out the tea tree oil and gently rubbed a small amount into the bruises on his face.

“Could you…?” She trailed off as she gestured to his tattered shirt; unable to meet his gaze.

He just nodded and pulled it off. Her hands started shaking again as she rubbed the ointment into the bruises on his chest and then on his back. She packed the kit away and just put it on the floor next to her bed. “Do you… Do you want to sleep here tonight?”

“If you don’t mind.” He said shakily.

“Of course not.” She murmured as she climbed into bed. He kicked off his shoes and climbed in next to her as she switched off the light.

“Thank you.” He whispered as they started to drift off.

“Anytime.”

Him coming over in the middle of the night after a fight with his dad started to become regular thing. Not once did he look as bad as the first time and each time she was glad of it. She hated to see him hurt. Her parents had begun to spend more time at the lab lately so she was always glad for Billy’s company. It seemed with Billy by her side, the nightmares didn’t have the courage to attack. Billy had found a place where he actually felt safe and was reluctant to give it up anytime soon. They still didn’t talk at school but glances had evolved into smiles when they saw one another. Other people were beginning to catch onto them but no one ever saw them together.

“You know my house has a door? You don’t always have to use the window. Especially when my parents aren’t home.” Y/N smiled as Billy climbed into her room from the darkness outside.

“Where’s the fun in that, princess?” He chuckled. There were small bruises in the shape of finger prints on each of his biceps. He sat on the bed as she grabbed a small bottle of tea tree oil that she now kept in her bedside table. No matter how many times he told her it didn’t matter, she wouldn’t listen so he had just started giving up and letting her put the ointment on the bruises.

“You staying?” She asked as she rubbed the ointment into each bruise on his arms.

“If that’s alright.” He whispered.

“Always.” She smiled and met his gaze. 

As she put the bottle away, he pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes and trousers and got into the bed. After the first few times he had just started sleeping in his boxer shorts. She climbed in next to him and laid her head on his chest. One of her legs was thrown over his hips and her hand rested on his necklace right above his heart. One of his arms was wrapped firmly around her waist and the other played lazily with her hair. They had gotten used to sleeping in a tangle of limbs pretty quickly and now neither of them would have it any other way.

Y/N very quickly dropped off to sleep after she spent the previous night awake from her nightmares. Billy looked at her sleeping peacefully on his chest. He had tried so hard not to fall for her. Had tried so hard to convince himself they were just friends. But as he looked at her slowly moving with the rise and fall of his chest he realised it; he was well and truly in deep. He loved her.

All I’ve got II pt. 1

Jungkook x reader

genre: tattooed!jungkook, badboy!jungkook, angst, contents of smut, violent actions, slight fluff

word count: 12.1k


Jeon Jungkook was a tall guy, handsome with all those ethereal artwork tattooed on his arms..and your best friend. He was by your side whereas you faced a painful heartbreak, caressing your hurt soul for as long as you needed him. But how much can a friendship withstand if one of the two develops feelings?

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#eighth year #angst #bed sharing

Prompts: @the-yellowsubmarine
Author: @queenofthyme

Harry woke up to a half-naked Draco Malfoy standing over his bed. At first he thought he was still dreaming until Malfoy called out to him:

“Potter. Potter, wake up.”

In Harry’s dreams, Malfoy always called him Harry.

“What the fuck, Malfoy?” Harry had been having a delightful dream in which Malfoy – although he was known to Harry as Draco in the dream – had confessed his affections to Harry and asked him to ride on a unicorn with him into space.

True – Harry was pleased to wake up to the real Malfoy’s naked chest. But it left him with an inconvenient problem beneath the sheets which he couldn’t really take care of with Malfoy staring down at him like that. Well, actually, that was another fantasy of his, but he expected in this situation, Malfoy would probably just punch him, rather than join in.

“I want to switch beds.” Malfoy said.

Harry frowned, looking over to Malfoy’s vacant four poster. The sheets were thrown wide, the pillow on the floor beside it. “Why?”

“There’s something wrong with that bed. I think it’s haunted.”

“You think the bed is haunted?” Harry repeated sceptically.

Malfoy crossed his arms over his (naked!) chest. “Yes.”

“And you want me to sleep in it?”

Malfoy shrugged. “Better you than me.”

“Absolutely not.” Harry rolled away from Malfoy. He was tired. And he wanted to finish his dream.

“So, you believe me that it’s haunted then?” Malfoy asked. A clear challenge.

“No,” Harry clarified into his pillow, “I just don’t see why I should have to be inconvenienced because of your paranoia.”

“You’re already awake, and I’m going to stand here until you agree.”

Harry knew he would too. Malfoy was persistent.

“Fine.” Harry jumped up and scrambled into the other bed. He retrieved the pillow from the floor, readjusted the sheets and settled in. Haunted or not, Harry could tell he was going to have a good sleep now. The bed smelt like Malfoy. That would complement Harry’s dreams nicely.

Sleep came quickly.

Harry was in the Department of Mysteries. At the end of one of the long corridors he saw it – a curtain. He knew Sirius was right behind the curtain. He glided forward. If he could just reach it – but a hand pulled him back. He turned around to find hundreds of inferi crawling towards him, the closest one with a grip on his arm that was tightening, bruising his skin, crushing the bone beneath. He tried to scream but all that came out was a hiss.

Harry was in Little Hangleton Graveyard. The tombstones were so large they towered over his head, the engravings with big wiry letterings spelling out the names of the dead. Lily Potter. James Potter. Cedric Diggory. Sirius Black. Albus Dumbledore. Hedwig. Dobby. Fred Weasley. Collin Creevey. Remus Lupin. Nymphadora Tonks. Severus Snape. And the last – the biggest tombstone of them all: Tom Marvolo Riddle Junior. Beneath it, the earth was shaking, the dirt crumbling away. The Dark Lord was returning.

Harry was in The Forbidden Forest. A high-pitched laughter rang in his ears. The sky flashed green. The trees were whispering, telling him to turn back, telling him to run. But his feet kept walking forward. The trees grew sparse. He was almost at the clearing. And when he reached it, he was going to die.

Harry woke up in a sweat, his heart beat threatening to rip the organ from his chest. He threw the sheets away, and tried to calm himself with deep breaths, but the scenes from his dreams – no, his nightmares – flashed in front of his eyes over and over again. Maybe Malfoy was right – maybe the bed really was haunted.

He pulled himself up, ignoring the heaviness of his head. As soon as he was off the bed, he felt instantly calmer. He could still remember the nightmares but they were no longer pining him down with their weight. No longer crawling under his skin. It was no wonder Malfoy wanted to swap beds.

Harry looked over to his own bed. Malfoy was fast asleep. It wasn’t fair that he got to have the unicorn space dreams (Harry could only presume) in Harry’s bed, while Harry had scary death nightmares in his. He walked over.

“Malfoy.” Harry prodded Malfoy’s side. “Malfoy.”

Malfoy grumbled as he slowly regained consciousness. “Stop it, Potter. I’m sleeping.”

“I want my bed back.”

“I thought you said it wasn’t haunted.”

“I was wrong,” Harry said stiffly. He didn’t much like admitting it, especially not to his ex-rival whom he currently had the hots for. 

Malfoy smiled, his eyes still closed. “Say that again.”

“I was wrong,” Harry repeated with a sigh. “Can I have my bed back now?”

“I’m not going back there.”

“Well, neither am I,” Harry retorted. He didn’t fancy another trip to the Forbidden Forest.

Malfoy rolled over to the edge of the bed, his back to Harry. “Get in then.”

Harry knew he had heard wrong. “Excuse me?”

“Just don’t hog the covers,” Malfoy continued, “and you better not drool in your sleep.”

Harry hesitated, looking back at Malfoy’s bed. He already knew he wouldn’t be going back there. Not tonight. He suspected someone had cursed it, and he was already planning his revenge for when he found out who, but for now, there wasn’t anything else to do but sleep. And he wasn’t going to get much on the floor.

Not to mention, the thought of sleeping with – well, sleeping next to – Malfoy was all kinds appealing. Scary, and awkward and embarrassing of course. But very appealing.

He climbed into the bed slowly, careful not to accidentally touch or jostle Malfoy in any way. He didn’t want to seem like he was taking advantage of the situation. He had no idea what Malfoy thought about it. Thought about him.

Harry managed to orient himself in bed so no part of his body was touching Malfoy’s. True - it left him almost falling off the side, but it was a minor discomfort. A necessity to keep a healthy, platonic space between him and Malfoy.

When he fell asleep, he was pleased to return to a journey of space travel with Draco on their magical unicorn.

But it was nothing compared to waking up the next morning with Malfoy, the real Malfoy, snuggled into his chest, an arm tightly clinging to his torso.

And that, in turn, was nothing compared to when Malfoy sniffled in his sleep and mumbled: “Hmmm, Harry.”

Perhaps he wouldn’t be seeking revenge on whoever cursed Malfoy’s bed after all. 

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bts scenario: you’re sick

thank you for your request! i hope you like it! recently someone close to me passed away, and i had to attend the funeral this morning. i have not had to deal with any deaths close to me before, so i’m having a bit of a hard time. i apologize if i am not as active. thank you for your understanding. 

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raising money for my pet’s tumor removal



jin: “baby?” jin’s soft voice brought you out of your sleepy daze. you groaned and tried to bury your head back under the blankets. “baby please you have to take your medicine,” your groaned once more before taking the pills from his hand. you sat up shyly and swallowed the pills, “thank you jinnie,” you whispered as you leaned on his shoulder. “no need to thank me, princess,” jin placed a kiss on your forehead, “you mean the world to me.”

Originally posted by rapdaegu

yoongi: yoongi’s soft hands would run through your hair and tears slowly fell down your cheeks, “it hurts,” you whined under yoongi’s touch. “i know, baby, i know,” his fingers pushed a piece of hair behind your ear, “it’ll go away soon, i’m here.” yoongi’s comforting words made you feel slightly better as the feeling of his fingers weaving through your hair slowly lulled you to sleep.

Originally posted by cyyphr

hoseok: hoseok would hold your hair back as your breakfast came up, slowly rubbing your back. “shh sweetheart, you’re okay,” he would console as a shiver ripped through your body. after that, he would take you to your bed and wrap you up in blankets, making sure you were warm. “do you need anything?” he would ask. “cuddles?” you smiled up at him as he rolled his eyes and climbed into the bed next to you.

Originally posted by jjeonguk

namjoon: namjoon would be so concerned he would put you on bed-rest. “are you hungry?” you shook your head, “thirsty?” you shook your head again, “do you need mo-” you cut him off, “namjoon, i’m fine,” you said with a laugh. he huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, “i’m just worried about you.” you grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the bed with you, “ i know joonie, but it’s just the flu, i’ll be fine.” he sighed again and placed a kiss on your cheek.

Originally posted by rapnamu

jimin: jimin would try his best to make sure you made a quick recovery, covering you in blankets and working in the kitchen to make you something edible. jimin would bring in a steaming bowl of soup and softly place it onto the coffee table in front of you, “i tried my best,” he said shyly, “i hope you like it,” his eyes fluttered down to the ground. you awed at his shyness and pulled him down to kiss his forehead, “it’s perfect no matter what,” you said, “thank you jiminie.”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

taehyung: taehyung would place soft kisses were placed on your cheeks, lips, and neck as you cuddled up to taehyung on the couch, “how’re you feeling, babe?” you merely sighed and pushed your head farther into the crook of his neck. “still feeling bad?” he asked to which you nodded. “i’m sorry, sweetheart,” he pulled you closer to his chest and pulled a blanket around the both of you, continuing the many kisses across your body.

Originally posted by jjks

jungkook: jungkook would hum softly in your ear as he tried to lull you to sleep, hoping that sleep would be the best medicine. his fingers ran through your hair as you gripped tightly onto his shirt. “kookie?” you asked softly to which jungkook hummed in acknowledgement. “you’re too good to me.” jungkook tsked, “hush, baby, don’t think like that,” he placed a kiss on your forehead, “now get some rest, for me.”

Originally posted by jeonbase

some more things about the Toddler from Hell™ aka Pidge

  • she does NOT share food. Especially not with Matt
    • one time she had french fries and Matt swiped one and ate it. She bit his finger and literally would not let go until he gave her some of his fries as payment for her stolen one
    • then Shiro steals a fry and she’s just. Totally chill with it. Matt feels betrayed. Again.
  • Matt invites over his crush. While he’s in the bathroom, PIdge tells the girl that he eATS PAPER AND THINKS BLUE PAPER TASTES THE BEST
    • when Matt comes out of the bathroom, the girl is gone and Pidge is sitting there like B))
  • Pidge is d e f i n i t e l y that kid who repeats everything someone says, just to annoy them
    • the only problem is that Matt has a lot of patience and he’s smart enough to shut up when Pidge starts repeating his words so it never works ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
  • PIDGE STEALS ALL OF MATT’S HALLOWEEN CANDY
  • Matt and Shiro have a movie night at the Holt’s. Pidge thinks they’re watching a cool action movie so she sneaks towards the living room even though it’s past her bedtime. She can hear Matt and Shiro singing(?) so she hides by the doorway and peeks in…And finds Matt and Shiro singing along to Mulan, specifically to “I’ll Make a Man Out of You”
    • when she strolls into the room, Matt’s voice cracks and she nearly pees her pants. Her hysterical laughter gives her away and Matt wants to disappear
  • Matt and Shiro take her to a park and she rushes towards the swings. Matt goes to push her and she screams bloody murder. Shiro goes to push her and she smiles like a little angel :)) (poor Matt feels even more betrayed)
  • Pidge loves to hide around corners and scare the SHIT out of Matt when he walks around
    • once when he was going upstairs for bed, she quietly climbed up the stairs after him and scREECHED into his ear. He got so scared his voice went up an octave and he almost slipped and fell
  • Matt caught Pidge reading a book by flashlight after her bedtime and in her panic, she chucked the flashlight at him and nailed him right in the forehead. It was hard to explain how he got the bump without getting Pidge in trouble
    • Pidge’s idea of an excuse was saying Matt fell out of bed and slammed his face on the floor. And that’s exactly what she made Matt tell their parents the next morning
  • Pidge once got so mad at Matt that she reset his entire video game when he had finally made it to the final boss battle :’)
  • in another instance, she asked Matt what video game he was playing and when he didn’t respond, she ejected the game just to look at the cartridge. Matt lost all his data and it took everything in him not to chuck Pidge out the window

anonymous asked:

could you write a soft morning short reddie fic pls??? xx

richie wakes up with a freezing cold nose stuffed into his armpit. little hands knotted in fists are nestled into his side and when he turns his head, he gets a nose full of hair. the clock next to the bed blinks 7:30. richie scoots away from eddie in the bed, careful not to roll onto eddie’s small hands that sleepily reach for him, and when he climbs out of bed, eddie makes a tiny snuffling noise, a whimper, and then one eye cracks open.

“richie,” he says, his voice scratchy and sleep worn and richie smiles softly at the little bundle under the covers. eddie sticks one hand out of the covers and waves it around, his eyes scrunched shut against the weak light that filters in through the blinds.

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When all your friends are posting pics with their significant other for Valentine’s Day but you’re still single

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Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Phone Sex with Steve Rogers.

Word Count:1,485

Warnings: Smut, Language, Phone Sex, Dirty Talk, Mention of Threesome, Masturbation and probably more

A/N: This is pure filth for @marvelous-fvcks‘ writing challenge. 18+ only pretty please!

Originally posted by forchrisevans

Steve tapped his pen against his bottom lip, his brows furrowed in concentration. His notebook was open on the table in front of him. He always carried a notebook with him. It began when people started giving him suggestions on what he should read, eat, watch or listen. He decided to simplify things by making lists.  

With your consent, he created a list of things he wanted to try in bed with you. He had a special notebook for that and usually kept it in the drawer of his bedside table. You shared your kinks with him, hoping it would stimulate his imagination. You were not disappointed, Steven Grant Rogers was a kinky man.

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It didn’t happen often, but even once would probably be more than Aaron would be willing to admit. The first time it happened was shortly after their game against the Ravens that ended in Riko’s death.

Thanks to Katelyn, Neil knew about Aaron’s occasional nightmares, which was why he was only mildly surprised when one night the door to their bedroom opened and the second Minyard brother stood in their doorway. A quick glance to the digital clock on Kevin’s nightstand told Neil it was half past two in the morning.

He watched from his bed as Aaron quietly, probably hoping not to wake anyone, made his way over to Andrew’s bed.

As he stepped into the little bit of moonlight that found its way through their blinds, the pale light illuminated his tired features and Neil was pretty sure Aaron had gotten little to no sleep yet. He almost felt sorry for him.

“Andrew,” he heard Aaron whisper, a safe distance between him and his twin, “Andrew, wake up.”

Rustling sheets and a sudden, dull thud told Neil Andrew had woken up - as violently as always - in the bed beneath his.

“What.” It didn’t even sound like a question, just a very tired and annoyed remark.

“I-…” Aaron cleared his throat and looked at the ground beneath his naked feet. He looked uncomfortable. Embarrassed. Scared.

“…..can I stay?”

There was a long silence, and Neil began to think Andrew would do his usual spiel of staring someone down until they got the message and left him alone.

He didn’t know what it was that made Andrew decide against this. Whether it was some sort of brotherly affection Andrew had towards Aaron, but didn’t quite know what to do with yet. Or maybe it was his excessive sense of duty towards those he called family. Whatever it was, it made Andrew scoot over in his bed. An almost unnoticeable sigh of relief left Aaron, and he climbed into his brother’s bed.

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