Warnings: brief mentions of nudity (nothing explicit)
Word Count: 1585
Request: “Hello! I’ve had this idea for a deanxreader imagine where Dean and the reader accidentally rent a motel room with only one bed and they wind up sharing that one bed because its really late and they just want to get some sleep. I kind of pictured this really awkward scene when they wake up, like something like the reader likes to sleep without a shirt on & wakes up shirtless and all pressed up against Dean”
A/N: YAY! My first oneshot back from my long ass hiatus. Hope you enjoy this one, as I loved getting back into the groove :)
You were tired. You were exhausted.
You were just craving sleep in any form of bed.
You and Dean had just finished off a
case in a small town in Ohio. The case was only two days long; it was easy
enough to track down the whereabouts of the vampires that were cozying up in
town as they were all pretty recently turned.
So Dean and yourself raided the nest
on the second night, (you didn’t go during the day as their nest was sheltered
right in the middle of town). But although they were fairly amateur vamps, they
were very quick and their bloodlust for you made them aggressive. The fighting
match went down without either of the two of you being injured, but resulted in
two very worn-out hunters.
Dean pulled the Impala swiftly into a
parking spot out the front of a small motel, waking you from your daze.
“We’ll drive back to the Bunker
tomorrow,” Dean said flatly, ending it with a yawn. You nodded with approval,
eager to sleep on anything but a car seat.
The pair of you slowly made your way
to the motel’s front office to be greeted by a middle-aged man whose attention
was directed towards a small TV beside him. Dean gave a small cough which
alerted the man that he had company.
“Just one night thanks,” Dean tiredly
told the man. He gave a small nod, before reaching to the wall behind him that
hung just under a dozen room keys, and grabbing one labelled with a faded
Dean took the key from the man,
exchanging it for the credit card that was originally in his pocket. The man
looked at the card, and gave a tired smile as he ran it successfully through
As he returned the card to Dean, he
said, “Enjoy your stay Mr. Helsberg.” Dean gave a small nod as the pair of you
exited the office. On your way out, you gave Dean a confused look as to why he
would call Dean such a name. Dean responded by pointing towards the name
printed on ‘his’ credit card, and continued to walk down towards your room.
The pair of you finally made it to
your room, which despite being number 6, was the furthest room away from the
Dean put the key into door, as his
voice slightly perked up, “Man, I can’t wait to pass out in my very own bed.”
You gave a tired nod in reply.
The door opened, after needing a
little more of a push, and you reached over to the light switch, flicking it
upwards. The room was instantly illuminated with the yellow-toned light that
hung down from the ceiling in the center.
But when your eyes tiredly adjusted
to what the room had to offer, both Dean’s and your eyes widened.
“There’s only one bed?!” you
exclaimed to an unmoving Dean. A few moments went by before Dean took his pack
and threw it onto the bed.
“Guess I’ll be having a sleeping
buddy,” Dean smirked, giving you a wink. You rubbed your face in exhaustion,
just wanting more than anything to have your own bed to sleep in for the night.
Looking at the single bed, you took a
further sigh as it was just big enough to fit two people; but only if they
slept together quite closely. It wasn’t that Dean was the problem; you just
wanted a big bed all to yourself as you knew that was the way you would get the
most comfortable sleep, after a few restless nights working on the case.
“You know what Dean?” you said
tiredly, before stifling a yawn, “I’m exhausted. You’re exhausted. I don’t have
the energy to argue or fight you on this one, so let’s just share and be done
with it.” Dean’s eyebrows briefly lifted with excitement.
The both of you started to get ready
for bed. You were wearing a flannel shirt, over the top of a singlet, and dirt-tracked
jeans. You really didn’t want to sleep in jeans and didn’t overly care that Dean
would be able to see your underwear.
It wasn’t the first time, as once on
a hunt he turned around in the motel room when you were still changing, and you
hadn’t put your pants on yet. That was embarrassing. But tonight it wasn’t a
big deal. And to be honest, you were too tired to care.
Dean left his jeans on, as they weren’t
too dirty at all, but slid his shirt off with ease, throwing it to the side.
You were turned the other way from
the bed, so you couldn’t see Dean, but you heard the springs creak as he jumped
onto the bed.
You took your flannel shirt off, so
you were left with just your singlet on top. Your hands reached to take that
off too, but then you stopped yourself. You were tired but still awake enough to remember Dean was in the room.
Usually, you preferred to sleep topless
as it was just a feeling that you enjoyed and made you feel completely relaxed
before you would drift to sleep. But that wouldn’t be happening tonight.
Instead you maneuvered your arms
around until you had successfully taken off your bra without even lifting your
You turned around ready for bed, and
saw Dean lying down, looking at you.
“Damn Y/N, that took some serious
skill,” Dean admitted before smirking, “As well as being insanely hot.”
You rolled your eyes at the older
Winchester brother, before turning a lamp light on and turning the main light
As you made your way over to the bed,
you noticed Dean’s shoulders in the dim light, and the way they looked so toned
and muscular and…
You instantly snapped yourself out of
it. Your brain clicking you back into the present for the second time that night.
You walked over to the bed and slid
yourself under the covers. Both Dean’s and your shoulders were touching, unable
to move unless you wanted to fall off the bed.
Dean reached over and turned the lamp
off. As soon as the light disappeared, neither of you said a word; the
exhaustion catching up to you and forcing you both to sleep.
Your eyes fluttered open.
The sun was gleaming brightly through
the dusty blinds, telling you that it was well into the day.
It was then you noticed that your arm
was around Dean, who still looked fast asleep. You gave a small smile, knowing
that probably the reason you felt so relaxed and comfortable was because you
were embracing Dean through the night.
As your eyes began to adjust and gain
more focus to the new day, you noticed a difference. A feeling. It was
comfortable. But definitely different than when you had fallen asleep.
You slowly looked down to your torso,
Your singlet that you wore to bed
from the night before was gone.
All that was left was your completely
naked chest, pressed up against Dean’s also uncovered body.
You gave a small shriek in shock at
the realisation that you had practically slept naked with Dean. And not just that.
You slept naked wrapped around Dean.
“Don’t ruin the moment,” Dean murmured,
eyes opening. His voice sound relaxed, but not tired like it should have
sounded right after waking up.
“Are you telling me you’ve been awake
and you just left me like this?” you exclaimed, your voice raising slightly,
while also trying to untangle yourself from Dean’s grasp.
“I’ve been awake for about half an
hour or so,” Dean smirked, “And as if I’m going to wake you up to tell you that
you must have taken your shirt off in the night. I’m trying to enjoy the
feeling of having you pressed up against me.”
Finally out of Dean’s grasp, you pull
the cover up to hide your face that was growing redder by the second and gave a
“You must be in love with me Y/N, if
you’re that keen to take it all off for me,” he smirked once more.
Because you had had enough, you ran
towards the bathroom, attempting to cover your chest as you went there. “I’m
having a long shower, alone!” you exclaimed, before closing the door and
Dean just continued to lay in the
bed, listening to the shower turn on as you hopped under the hot running water.
He just smiled to himself, thinking
of the way you looked. How beautiful you looked.
It wasn’t the sex appeal of seeing you
topless or in your underwear; it was seeing you, and all of you. You had been
made completely vulnerable, with not really anywhere to hide. He could just
experience the real you.
Dean thought back to the few moments
ago when he was lying with you entangled across him. He could feel your warmth.
He could feel your heart beating. He could feel your chest rise and fall with
each breath. He could see when you formed a faint smile in your sleep, because
you were dreaming of something good.
He reached over to your side of the bed,
and picked your singlet up off the ground. Dean held it to his chest, still
being able to smell you from it, and smiled.
How lucky it was that he booked a
room with only one bed.
This wasn’t requested, but I made these up for myself while I was fruitlessly trying to fall asleep the night before my driver’s test, so enjoy!
Summary: What it’s like to fall asleep, sleep with, and wake up with Jason in bed.
Warning(s): Very Slight Mentions of NSFW
-Jason takes extra caution to make sure he takes off his bloodied and just overall dirty suit before crawling into bed.
-Most of the time he’ll take a shower as well, but it’s so obvious how tired he is after coming home that you’ll just coax him right to bed.
-Unless he smells, then you silently usher him to the bathroom and he gets the hint.
-This guy radiates heat, which in some cases is absolutely great.
-But when you get hot and scoot over more towards the edge of your side, he pulls you right back next to him, whether he’s awake or not.
-It’s rather random and odd, but it’s comforting for him to have his hand on your chest aka between your boobs/down your shirt.
-If you do wear shirts to bed his hand will be down your shirt, practically choking you, if it’s really tight he’ll approach from the bottom up.
-”Jay you’re choking me.” “Just trying to get kinky, babe.”
-He plays it off as if he just likes sleeping while grabbing your boobs/chest but in reality this big softie just likes to feel your heartbeat, even if he’s on the complete opposite side of the bed somehow his hand is still on your chest.
-If he has a nightmare he’ll instinctively curl right into you while sleeping. Waking up to Jason clinging to you for dear life was a bit startling at first but you just stroke his hair and calm him down before he wakes up.
-You never fight over space on the bed, but goodness gracious it’s an all out subconscious war over the blankets.
-Eventually it gets to the point where you have to buy blankets that are one size bigger than your bed. (Like king size blankets for a queen size bed.)
-You swear that nothing is as innocent as Jay’s sleeping face, just watching his angelic face sleep makes you wish you two had a baby already, so you can watch them both sleep side by side.
-Also, nothing in the world, not even mozzarella sticks, can compete with how satisfying Jason’s morning voice is.
-He is NOT a morning person, so chances are if he wakes up before you, he’ll still be in bed when you wake up.
-Morning cuddles are his specialty. You’re like his personal teddy bear, even though he’s the actual bear.
-Because he’s not a morning person, that usually means you won’t be getting breakfast in bed, though after the first time you did it for him, he made sure he got up to return the favor.
-Basically if you want breakfast in bed anytime soon, do it for him first, most of the time he just forgets how nice it is to be brought breakfast while still in bed until you do it for him and then he’s like “shit, they deserve this too.” hence why he’ll do it in return.
-He will stay in bed all day long if you (and crime) allow him to. He will pout if you can’t stay in bed with him.
-Add a dog (AND/OR A BABY) and snuggles just become 10,000x cuter.
-Jason’s pretty photogenic (as long as he’s not striking lewd poses, those are for the private collection ;) ) so snuggles are always great photo ops.
-He is definitely one of those people that when they sleep, just automatically entangle their body with their partner’s, like you’ll wake up with his face in your hair, one leg between yours, an arm under your body, and then a hand on your chest, and another hand goodness knows where else.
Dally stared down at his little girl in annoyance, he was beginning to lose his patience… he had told her five times already to go to bed, but she was more concerned with playing her dolls.
“For fu-” Dally held his tongue, he clenched his teeth as he took a deep breath.
“You were about to say a swear.” She looked up at her daddy with a reprimanding finger. “You’re in big trouble mister.”
“How many times have I told you to go to bed, huh Payge?” He bent down to her level and took the dolls from out of her hands. “Now you get your little butt up and march yourself off to bed, now, I will not ask you again, you dig?”
“Argh!” She growled, she stamped her little feet on the ground before taking off toward the direction of her room.
“Thank you!” He called, bending down so he could pack away her toys.
“You’re not welcome!” She made sure to make eye contact with him so he knew that she was angry. “You’re not my friend anymore.”
And with those words she stomped the rest of the way to her room and slammed the door shut.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Dallas muttered to himself. “I don’t like little kids… I do not like ‘em…. I just… God!”
Lucifer is ten seconds away from tossing Natalie off her bed.
“Stop that,” he growls, lifting his head off the pillow just enough that he can peek over the curve of his bicep. Natalie grins deviously, mirroring him, and runs her left leg up his right calf again. He resists the urge to reach down and bat her leg away.
“Am I bothering you?” she coos. She does it again.
“Your leg is all stubbly and gross,” he says.
“Are you getting itchy?”
“No.” Yes, holy Father above, he’s going to rip his leg off.
“Then you won’t mind if I keep going,” she replies. Natalie rubs her calf against his once more, and has the fucking audacity to laugh when he glares at her with all the force of Hell behind his eyes.
“Girl…” he trails off. Natalie has known him long enough to know what that particular inflection of ‘girl’ means: I’m the motherfucking king of hell, do you really wanna go through with this?
Natalie has known him long enough but has clearly learned absolutely nothing because she looks him dead in the eye and does it again.
“Something wrong, Lucifer?” she asks innocently. Lucifer runs through his options. Throwing her off the bed will just have her crawling back for more. Tickling her until she can’t breathe is probably not the smartest idea given that it’s pollen season and her lungs are suffering enough as is. He can put some old-school Britney Spears on and see how she feels after the fiftieth loop of ‘Toxic’…but this is Natalie, so she’ll enjoy that more than anything.
Father, this girl is…ugh.
Natalie rubs her leg against his once more, dipping too close to the side of his calf closest to his other leg, and Lucifer grins. Giddiness floods his very being when he catches the look on Natalie’s face - which can only be described as oh shit. In one quick movement, he has her leg locked between both of his.
“Something wrong, Natalie?” he parrots. Her bottle-green eyes narrow. The grin on his face only widens when he feels her try to tug her way out, to no avail.
Lucifer - 238, Natalie - 195.
“Lucifer, lemme go,” Natalie whines. “I promise not to do it again.”
He stretches, cat-like, and lets out a fake-yawn, closing his eyes. “Nah, I’m comfortable.” And he is, really. The bed is warm, the sun is hitting his back just right, and Natalie’s leg doesn’t feel so bad touching his when she’s not being purposefully annoying. He feels…lazy.
- They eventually settle on a mutual rule that the games, portable devices, controllers, and cards are put away by midnight/never brought into bed. Far too many all nighters playing together resulted.
- If one is sleepy before the other is ready for bed, the awake one tends to stay at the desk, where the sleepy one can see them as they nod off. And Atem is a wizard at sneaking into bed second, but Yuugi inevitably always wakes the light sleeper up- Which is a little distressing for Yuugi, but Atem is never irked and always welcomes him.
- They will always tend towards smaller beds, even later, because they got so used to sharing a single twin in the early days of Atem’s corporealness, and anything bigger than a double is just a pointless waste of space.
- Atem, it turns out, talks in his sleep. Yuugi quickly learns to stay still a moment if he’s roused by cuddles and mumbles- See if anything coherent or clearly intentional follows. 90% of the time he just needs to readjust his grip on Atem and rub his arm or brush his hair back until he goes still again.
- On the other hand, Atem also tends towards bad insomnia. Originally he tended to sit up at the desk, as he did as a spirit, but Yuugi inevitably insists on joining him if he catches him at it, and rather than see his partner fall asleep sitting up, Atem shifts to staring out of the skylight from bed… And this usually leads to him nodding back off, thanks to Yuugi’s warmth at his back.
- They’re apart at times, with Atem competing and Yuugi staying behind to help in the shop and focus on first his programming studies and later his game designs. But they make a point to keep in regular contact, and always talk before bed. They again have to set a limit on how late/long the calls can go, but they still make a habit of calling right before bed, so the last thing they do in their day is say good night before hanging up and going to sleep.
- Alas, Atem’s insomnia still tends to strike him worst when he’s alone, so he’s always dead on his feet by the end of some big tournament. Yuugi discovers that, when he inevitably comes to see the final matches, he should always come the night beforehand so as to help Atem rest. Even if it has to be a daytime flight, Yuugi strives to arrive with enough time for Atem to nap before the games. If Yuugi’s not tired, or too high-strung from the flight, he just sets the tv to some muted, subtitled thing he can watch while Atem snores into his neck.
Aaron walks into their bedroom for the first time in months and flops down face first onto the deluxe mattress and bedding. He takes a deep breath in then looks at Robert.
“You washed the bed sheets!”
“Yeah. I wanted them to be nice for you”
Aaron gets off the bed and walks over to Robert, wrapping his arms around his husbands waist.
“I wanted them to smell like you.”
Robert smiles but then remembers they wouldn’t have smelt like him anyway.
“Well we can make it smell like us now.”
Aaron smiled. “That’s true.”
Aaron pushed Robert into the bed.
“Come on then, get your kit off.”
My palm is still raw from wrenching it off of the
doorknob. My phone was on my bed, too
far away for me to reach, so I couldn’t even call for help. I was left to grit my teeth and peel my skin
off the metal bit by bit. Then I had to
use about five cleaning spells to get all the glue off the doorknob. It was ridiculous.
my left hand to sift through the books on the shelf I’m scanning. My right hand is still bandaged around the
palm. I can wiggle my fingers, or hold a
pencil, but it still hurts, so I move my hand as little as possible, letting it
become stiff in its cocoon of bandages.
turn to find Agatha peering into my aisle, a quizzical look on her face. Even when her eyebrows furrow her features
remain smooth, like no matter what configuration she pulls them into, that’s
exactly where they’re meant to be.
Agatha,” I give her a half-smile, inching a book off the shelf little by little
with my free hand. I make a mental note
to practice operating left-handed, in case anything worse ever happened to my
right hand again.
are you doing here?” she asks, drawing nearer.
is the library.”
know that,” she says, “but what are you doing here?This is the curses section.”
are you planning to curse?”
clench my jaw. “Who do you think?”
nods knowingly. “What did he do this
super-glued my hand to the bathroom door.”
what did you do to deserve it?”
shoot her a raised eyebrow and she shrugs.
“Penelope told me about your prank war,” she explains.
tied his wand up in my cross necklace.”
just nods, not admonishing my actions like I’d thought she would. “So you’re going to curse him?”
open the book I’m holding to the middle, throwing a glance over the words but
not registering a thing. “That’s the
peers at the book’s title. “Curse First: A Guide to Harmless Cursing,”
she reads aloud.
don’t want to actually hurt him, just
give him something to think about,” I say, flipping through a few pages but not
seeing anything to catch my eye.
you tried psychological?”
what I understand, all of your pranks so far have been physical,” Agatha
replies. “You’ve both attacked the body,
so why don’t you try the mind?”
hold her gaze, weighing the idea. “How
would I do that?”
thoughts can be maddening,” she tells me, her eyes cool and clear. “If you can make the brain your weapon,
you’ll have won.”
I take out the book and spend the next few hours
poring over it in a far corner of the library.
Every footfall has me looking up to see who’s there, to make sure Baz
doesn’t find me studying up. Even if I
weren’t searching for spells to bring him down, I can’t concentrate when he’s
to the room much later isn’t nearly as terrifying as it was last night. I suppose it’s possible that he could break
the rules and pull something out of turn, but somehow I know that he won’t. His last move was strong enough that he’ll
give me time to retaliate.
wonder how he’ll react if he doesn’t know I’ve made my move.
lucky tonight, he doesn’t go out gallivanting who-knows-where for a change,
meaning I don’t have to wait as long. I
repeat the lines I’ve written to myself as I get ready for bed, ignoring the
fluttering of my heart. Curses tend to
bring on spurts of adrenaline, which makes them harder to control. If I can’t pull this off tonight, I’ll have
missed my turn.
I emerge from the bathroom, Baz has already turned out the lights and climbed
into bed. He’s facing away from me, but
I can be sure he’s not asleep yet. So I
pull back the covers on my bed, crawl in, and check to make sure the notepaper
with my curse scribbled on it is still in my pocket. Then I settle down to wait.
asleep is always easier when you need to stay awake. Before long, my eyes are burning from holding
them open. The lines of my curse repeat
and mingle in my head as sleep threatens to take over.
Just a little longer, I tell myself, then I can rest easy.
My eyelids slide
closed involuntarily, and I blink hard to force them back open.
strain my ears, listening to every sound I can pick out.
breathes long and deep.
I push myself up and peer over at Baz. I
can’t see his eyes, but the sheets rise and fall slowly. Throwing back the covers and grabbing my wand
from under my pillow (which is where I’ve started to keep it at night, just in
case), I tiptoe across to his bed and squint to see his eyes in the dark. They’re closed, and for a change his brow is
light, smooth, like a boy instead of a monster.
I send out a
quick prayer that he won’t wake up while I’m casting, and then I bring the wand
low over his face.
“Deep sleep, crawl and creep,
From him sweet peacefulness keep,
Turn his dreams to nightmares foul,
Eerie fog and hoot of owl,
Dark, unpleasant, not for fear,
But to keep in misery,
Do not wake for terror’s cries,
Lest you flee his sleeping eyes.”
the time I’m done casting, my wand hand is cramping up in its bandages, and I
have to force the last sparks of magic out.
Baz gives a long sigh in his sleep, and his brow comes together
slightly. Something has worked.
to my bed as my heart slows back to a normal rate. Sliding my wand into its place under my
pillow, my eyes fall shut faster than I can lie down.
is a silent sleeper. He doesn’t snore,
doesn’t mumble or toss and turn, doesn’t shout nonsensical phrases. Sleeping with Baz in the room is like
sleeping with a dead thing in the room.
Ironic, if I’m right about the vampire thing.
when I wake up a little later to the sound of his sheets rustling furiously, I
know something is wrong.
up to see his bed in a flurry of motion as he tosses from one side to the other. I can’t see his face as he moves, but his
breathing is short and heavy like he’s running from something.
the curse has worked. A little too well,
by the looks of it.
It’s harmless, I tell myself as I sink
back down into my pillow, trying to ignore the commotion. He’ll
stop in a moment.
the whimpering starts.
think I’ve ever heard Baz make such a helpless sound. It’s so quiet at first that I can’t even be
sure I heard anything, but then it happens again and I’m certain. He keeps tossing and turning, but now it’s
He must be having a really bad dream.
doesn’t make much sense. The curse was
only meant to conjure minor nightmares, things like falling, bugs, public
humiliation. Just enough to give the
person a restless night’s sleep.
along the way, though, something must have gone wrong with my casting of the
Baz’s whimpers are becoming words, mumbled and then clear as day.
he blurts out the word “no”, it’s generic enough that I’m not overly worried,
but then he’s saying things like “run” and “please”. At the word “mother”, which he says louder
than before, I flinch. I don’t know much
about Baz’s mum, but I know she’s long dead, and I know he was there, and old
enough to remember for the rest of his life.
bolt upright when he says my name.
he doesn’t say “Snow”. He says “Simon”.
think I’ve ever heard him call me “Simon” before now.
suppose we’re fighting in his nightmare, but there’s something about how he
says my name. It’s not angry or defiant,
or even gloating. It’s afraid, it’s pleading,
shake my head and lie back down, trying to erase the memory. What is it they say? Most dreams only last a few seconds in real
life even though they feel really long?
Whatever Baz is dreaming, it will be over soon. I pull my blankets closer over my ears to
block him out, even though it doesn’t work.
I can still hear him.
It’s not passing.
jump out of bed and run to him. He’s
clutching the sheets to his face like he’s trying to hide in them, and I still
can’t see his features for the frantic shaking of his head. Just as I reach him he gives a wordless cry,
and I throw my misgivings to the wind.
I say as calmly as I can, grabbing him by the shoulders, but he just swats at
me in a new panic. This time I shout. “Baz!”
sits up like he’s been shot from a cannon, gasping and panting and looking
around in terror.
me,” I tell him, still gripping his shoulders.
“You’re alright, it’s just me.”
his eyes meet mine they’re wild and dark, and heavy with tears. I see the few seconds it takes for him to
recognize me, and then the relief that floods into them as I brush a lock of his
hair back from his face with my fingers, not even thinking about the tenderness
of the gesture.
was just a nightmare,” I say steadily, my voice low with sleep, and I can see
it grounding him. “Take a deep breath.”
tries, but instead I feel his shoulder start to shake as he comes down from the
panic. The tears spill over from his
eyes and he looks away from me, back down at his lap.
I ever seen him cry? Maybe, but never
This is my fault.
Suddenly I want nothing
more than to fall onto his bed and hold him through his tears, to rub his back
slowly and ride out the terror with him.
go back to bed,” he manages without looking at me, and for a moment I wonder if
he knows what I’ve done.
away from him is like pulling a magnet away from its counterpart. It aches in places I’ve never ached and it
tastes like copper in my mouth.
climb back into bed and the feeling hasn’t faded. It’s just as strong and just as scary.
I’m so sorry, Baz.
voice in my brain tells me to drop the “your move” line, but the thought is so
appalling that it makes my stomach hurt.
nothing. I make no further move to
comfort him, even though every bone in my body is screaming at me to do it.
just lie there as he sobs quietly.
eyes fill with my own tears more than once before we both calm down enough to
fall into a deep, exhausted sleep.
Please let them take over for now Taffy. When you get your sleep you will be much happier and it will help with taking care of the girls.
Indeed. Cinnaby had just enough energy to lay Taffy on his bed, take off his work shirt and glasses and collapse onto the bed before he was dead asleep. These two definitely need to rest for a long time.
It was a lazy day. Emma and Killian decided to lock their
doors, shut off their phones, and lay in bed the entire day.
Emma was trying not to nod off, her brain in a bliss fog
from hours of incredible sex. She thought that Killian had already fallen
asleep, but obviously not, since he was currently shifting so that his face was
buried in the crook of her neck, his breath coming out in little puffs.
After a few moments, Emma began giggling, unable to take it
anymore. “Killian that tickles! Stop it!” Killian lifted his head slightly,
looking up at her from under his eyebrows. “What’s that, darling?” Emma was
about to repeat what she said, when suddenly she yelped as Killian began
tickling her stomach in earnest, a mischievous glint in his eye.
They wrestled and tickled one another for several minutes
before they both laid back, their breaths heavy, their cheeks and stomachs hurting
from laughter. Looking over at her, Killian raised his eyebrow, the glint in
his eyes still shining. “You said something about wanting me to stop doing
Emma mocked glared at him, smacking him in the chest.
“You’re lucky I love you, pirate.”
Killian rolled so he was on top of her, kissing her soundly,
her annoyance at him instantly melting away as he broke the kiss, whispering,
“Tyler stop. I don’t want to fight right now. Just leave me alone, I’m going to bed.” you said standing from the couch where Tyler sat.
“Y/N I don’t want to fight either. Wait don’t go yet. Let’s talk.”
“No. Goodnight, and don’t bother sleeping in our bed tonight. The couch is yours.” you shut the bedroom door with a slam. You don’t even remember what started this fight, all you know is Tyler said one thing that pissed you off and you snapped.
You got into bed and fell asleep fast but you woke back up around 12:30 in the morning missing the feeling of Tyler’s warm body in bed. You weren’t mad at him now and you really weren’t in the first place either. He knew that but was still respectful of your request of him sleeping in the living room. After a year of marriage he knew what set you off more and knew when to not push your buttons.
You walked out of the bedroom to see your home dark. You made your way to the living room where you found Tyler scrunched up in a ball sleeping. You admired him for a minute at how peaceful he looked. Then you walked over and placed a kiss to his head before laying down next to him. He moved over to let you cuddle into him.
“Hey baby. Are you still mad?” he asked with his eyes still closed.
“No I was never really mad at you. I love you too much. I missed you in bed and wanted to see if you wanted to come back to bed with me.” you said with your head on his chest listening to him breathe.
After a few moments of enjoying eachothers company Tyler had you in his arms carrying you to the bedroom. Placing you down on the bed gently.
He scooted in next to you. Even though you had a king size bed you slept like it was a twin. In his arms that gave you so much happiness.
“Y/N?” Tyler whispered unsure if you fell asleep yet.
“I love you. I’m sorry I pissed you off earlier.”
“Don’t be sorry I was just being over sensitive. You know how I get sometimes. I love you Ty.”
“I have a question?”
“Can we go looking for a new couch. That one isn’t comfortable, and I have a feeling that I’ll be put on the couch again.” Tyler said.
You chuckled and kissed him. “Sure or you can just not piss me off and you can be in this big bed with me every night.”
“Deal.” he smiled as you two kissed and you fell asleep in his arms.
Denmark (Matthias Køhler)
- THIS BOY SUPER DUPER BIG. HE KEEPS YOU WARM!!
- Super soft (lego designed) blankets, makes it super easy to get comfy
- Sweet lil baby loves to sing softly sometimes
- With the blankets and his warmth, you may get suuuuuper hot.
- Singing softly is rare. Usually he’s talking and doesn’t like it when you sleep
- Tends to kick EVERYTHING off of the bed. Be careful!
Norway (Lukas Bondevik)
- Super plush, warm blankies, despite having grown used to the colder weather
- A mattress that you two just SINK into and it’s super nice
- Kinda quiet so feel free to sleep!!!
- This boy is like a freaking cooler. He’s sooooo cold!
- Maybe a little too quiet. Seriously, even Emil and Berwald are more talkative.
- He hogs all of the blankets. If you get cold, too bad fam
Sweden (Berwald Oxenstierna)
- Bigger and warmer than Matthias
- HE’S SOOOOOOOOO SOFT. SQUISH HIM AND LOVE HIM
- Loves to stroke his S/O’s hair, back, and legs in an affectionate manner
- SUPER TICKLISH!!!! One wrong movement and he lets go and is in a fit of giggles
- He tends to get tangled up. By tangled, I mean TANGLED.
- No more. That’s it. He’s the best.
Iceland (Emil Steilsson)
- Super small so he’s easy to hug
- Quiet child but enjoys smalltalk
- WHITE NOISE
- He’s. Awkward. Smalltalk is small.
- Tends to sleep
- His mattress is like a hammock from him sleeping in the same exact place in it
Finland (Tino Väinämöinen)
- CHUBBY TUMMY
- SUPER HUGGABLE
- THE SOFTEST MOST ANGELIC TOUCH
I give him a treat every night after dinner when he goes to bed, so while he was eating I wandered off for a bit and he came running full-tilt looking for me once he was done. Then he sat there and stared like this expecting his treat, with eye boogers and food all over his face.