off-to-bed-then

Get Comfortable

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 number six.

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 the machine.

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 front office.

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 singlet up.

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 switch off.

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, seeing nothing.

Literally nothing.

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 loud sigh.

“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 locking it.

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.

Sleeping Next to Jason

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.

2

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!” 

anonymous asked:

Number 11 for natan pls :>

y’ALL ARE KILLING MY ANGST STREAK HERE TSK TSK

11) tangled legs (or legs tangled idk)


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.

“Lucifer, I have chemistry homework.”

“Too bad.”

“I’m gonna fail my class because of you.”

“How unfortunate.”

“Lucifer.”

“Natalie.”

“Lemme go.”

“Never.”

Bedtime Puzzleshipping Headcanons

- 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.
“What?”
“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.”

Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

March 27

Simon

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.

           I use 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.

           “Simon?”

           I 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.

           “Hey 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.

           “What are you doing here?” she asks, drawing nearer.

           “This is the library.”

           “I know that,” she says, “but what are you doing here?  This is the curses section.”

           “Looking for curses.”

           “Who are you planning to curse?”

           I clench my jaw.  “Who do you think?”

           She nods knowingly.  “What did he do this time?”

           “He super-glued my hand to the bathroom door.”

           “And what did you do to deserve it?”

           I shoot her a raised eyebrow and she shrugs. “Penelope told me about your prank war,” she explains.

           “I tied his wand up in my cross necklace.”

           Agatha just nods, not admonishing my actions like I’d thought she would.  “So you’re going to curse him?”

           I open the book I’m holding to the middle, throwing a glance over the words but not registering a thing.  “That’s the idea.”

           Agatha peers at the book’s title.  “Curse First: A Guide to Harmless Cursing,” she reads aloud.

           “I 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.

           “Have you tried psychological?”

           “Sorry?”

           “From 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?”

           I hold her gaze, weighing the idea.  “How would I do that?”

           “Unwanted 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 around anyway.

           Returning 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.

           I wonder how he’ll react if he doesn’t know I’ve made my move.

           I’m 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.

           When 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.

           Falling 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.

           I strain my ears, listening to every sound I can pick out.

           Baz breathes long and deep.

           Finally.            

           Quietly 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.

           Perfect.

           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.”

           By 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.

           I return 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.

 ***

           Baz 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.

           So when I wake up a little later to the sound of his sheets rustling furiously, I know something is wrong.

           I sit 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.

           Clearly 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.

           Then the whimpering starts.

           I don’t 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 vocal.

           He must be having a really bad dream.

           Which 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.

           Somewhere along the way, though, something must have gone wrong with my casting of the curse.

           Because Baz’s whimpers are becoming words, mumbled and then clear as day.

           When 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.

           I bolt upright when he says my name.

           Because he doesn’t say “Snow”.  He says “Simon”.

           I don’t think I’ve ever heard him call me “Simon” before now.

           I 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, it’s tearful.

           I 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’lll pass.

           “No.”

           It’ll pass.

           “Please.”

           It’ll pass.

           “Simon.”

           It’s not passing.

           I 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.

           “Baz,” 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!”

           He sits up like he’s been shot from a cannon, gasping and panting and looking around in terror.

           “It’s me,” I tell him, still gripping his shoulders. “You’re alright, it’s just me.”

           When 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.

           “It was just a nightmare,” I say steadily, my voice low with sleep, and I can see it grounding him.  “Take a deep breath.”

           He 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.

           Have I ever seen him cry?  Maybe, but never like this.

           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. “Baz…”

           “Just go back to bed,” he manages without looking at me, and for a moment I wonder if he knows what I’ve done.

           Walking 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.

           I climb back into bed and the feeling hasn’t faded.  It’s just as strong and just as scary.

           I’m so sorry, Baz.

           Some perverse voice in my brain tells me to drop the “your move” line, but the thought is so appalling that it makes my stomach hurt.

           I say nothing.  I make no further move to comfort him, even though every bone in my body is screaming at me to do it.

           I just lie there as he sobs quietly.

           My eyes fill with my own tears more than once before we both calm down enough to fall into a deep, exhausted sleep.

Sad Headcanon-Jason Todd

For @sweetxchains Sorry it’s sooo late but I didn’t have any internet so here you go. Hope you like it!

-He knows that things have been tough for you so he takes time off from “work”

-He’ll lay in bed with you, wrapping his arms around you

-If you don’t want to talk, he won’t push

-But he does make sure that you eat and don’t just sleep all day

-He’ll tell you stories from his missions and talks about Roy’s antics

-He’s never not touching you

-Even just sitting on the couch, he is holding your hand

-He’ll start telling you jokes that he knows you can’t resist

-All he wants is to see your smile and remind you that you still have him

-Just being with him, makes things okay and you are grateful

-When you’re sad, you know all you have to do is look at him and the dark clouds clear

-When he sees that you’re coming out of your “funk”, Jason grins and kisses you all over

Hiii CS + 17 i need some fluff :( pleaseee

Hope this is fluffy enough for you!!

It was a lazy day. Emma and Killian decided to lock their doors, shut off their phones, and lay in bed the entire day.

Well, mostly.

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 something, Swan?”

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,

“And I you, my princess.”

send me a prompt and a ship for a drabble!

Dating Suga would include
  • •Stay in in bed on most of his days off
  • •"Jagiya" "What?" "I love you"
  • •even though he has trouble voicing his feelings he tries for you
  • •loving temple kisses
  • •He loves seeing you wearing his shirts and sweaters because to him it's the cutest thing in the world
  • •he loves how his arm fits perfectly around your waist
  • •When it is late and he is working you wait up for him but you fail and fall asleep
  • •when he comes home he smiles at you sleeping on the couch and decides to join you
  • •he loves the way you thread your fingers through his hair
  • •like y'all will be snuggling on the couch and he will grunt and put your hand on his head
  • •tons of loving gazes and gummy smiles sent your way
  • •him quietly rapping with a sexy voice while you lay in bed
  • •He gets teased by the boys because he is such a softy for you
  • •while he is away on tour he skypes you as much as he can and always reminds you that he misses you
  • •him appreciating how you strive to keep him happy and healthy
  • •he loves to trace your lips with his fingers before kissing you
  • •Sexy morning voice
  • •he loves skinship but only behind closed doors
  • •in public he only holds your hand tightly to show you are his
  • •lip biting during kisses
  • •"y/n" "Yes?" "Lets take a bath"
  • •he loves when you wash his hair and he loves to run his hands over your body in the warm water
  • •it is romantic but can get sexual real quick
  • •languid love making
  • •he isn't really kinky but he got a few kinks and is occasionally rough but makes sure you are okay
  • •he loves leaving love marks on your collar bones and your hips
  • •late night dates
  • •it will be midnight when he will call you and ask you to meet up
  • •He LOVES listening to you talk because he loves hearing your voice because it's like music to him
  • Arguments are explosive because you both are stubborn
  • •once he is calm he would look for you to say sorry and find you asleep with tear stained cheeks and his heart would break
  • •the next day he would make it up to you
  • •he loves having you close because you are his world
  • •he accidentally blurts out how badly he wants to marry you in the near future and would be surprised when you agree and he couldn't help but let his heart hammer in his chest so full if love
  • HOPE Y'ALL LIKE -JULIE
Don't piss me off

“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.
“Yeah?”
“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?”
“What?”
“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.

anonymous asked:

Pros/cons to cuddling the nordics :3

Denmark (Matthias Køhler)
PROS:
- 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
CONS:
- 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)
PROS:
- 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!!!
CONS:
- 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)
PROS:
- 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
CONS:
- 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)
PROS:
- Super small so he’s easy to hug
- Quiet child but enjoys smalltalk
- WHITE NOISE
CONS:
- 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)
PROS:
- CHUBBY TUMMY
- SUPER HUGGABLE
- THE SOFTEST MOST ANGELIC TOUCH
CONS:
- NONE

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tagged by: @adorable-anime-girls

birthday: May 23

gender: male

relationship status: Single

favorite color: Blue

pets: None

wake up times: On work days 8:15, on days off whenever I roll out of bed

love or lust?: yes

lemonade or iced tea?: Lemonade

cats or dogs?: cats

coke or pepsi? I can’t tell the difference

text or call?: text

met a celebrity: yeah

light or dark hair?: I like dark hair

short or tall: no preference

chapstick or lipstick?: chapstick

city or country?: City

last song you listened to: The first GATE ed.

I’m not tagging anyone cuz I’m lazy