sleeping in your bed

I wake up and you’re a black bear sleeping
in my bed. It’s 4am and your body
sprawls across these sheets like a corpse;
there’s no room for me here. My hands hover
at claws they’re too afraid to touch.
I nurse my body out of bed and go to wait
for you in the kitchen.
Soon, the fury.
Soon, the stumble.
Soon, the teeter and spill as you,
a giant, walk through this tiny house.
I hear you in the bedroom and peek
around the corner to watch you move
with quiet certainty. You join me by the stove
and ask me to dance. We hit the plates off the table,
knock the cups off the counter. I’m dancing
with a bear, becoming one with a beast. I look at you
and stare you down. Sink deep into the brown pools
of your eyes until you blink into human again.
—  Kelsey Danielle, “A Lesson in Wildlife”
See You Later

alexander hamilton x reader

prompt: “I had a nightmare about you, and I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

a/n: this was lowkey inspired by a line i heard in the lego movie i hate myself. but just a little fluff for the lack of fics nowadays. i’m going to write tonight i promise.


You were tossing and turning, writhing violently in your bed as visions of Alexander going into battle filled and corrupted your once peaceful dreams.

“Alex no!” You shouted desperately, tears seeping from your eyes as you reached out into the thin air, unable to grasp what you wanted.

There was a sudden flurry of footsteps waking you from your deep sleep, interrupting your terrifying dream as you shot out of bed, sitting straight up as your chest heaved for the air that you needed.

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Old Friends (2/?)


  y/n and Sam Wilson have been neighbors since she moved to NewYork . When Sam started being an avenger they drifted, just random texts or calls . That was until the events between Steve, Bucky and Tony.  Things are all cleared now, everyone is back at the tower and/or avengers facility, including Bucky. But what happens when the reader shows up at the facility looking for Sam?  


swearing, a little sexual tension.

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader, Avengers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader


    It takes an hour for you to finally get your brain to shut off so you can sleep. Two hours later, you’re rolling around your bed fully awake again. This thing with Sam has been running through your mind non-stop. You have plenty of time to go see him before he leaves for wherever; two days is a lot of time right?  

Dammit y/n, get up and go. “Ughhhhh…“ You roll yourself onto the floor and lay there for a minute.  Am I just suppose to listen to him? Or am I supposed to talk, too? Oh God, what do I say? What if Bucky is there again? I wonder what he looks like with his hair pulled back…mmmm… Your phone going off pulls you out of your thoughts. You grab your phone hoping maybe it’s a text from Sam, but it isn’t; it’s just a Facebook notification. You put your phone down and walk towards your closet. Grabbing your towel and robe, you decide to go take a quick shower and then make your way to the tower. You want to see Sam and get this cleared with him.

 45 minutes later, you’ve showered, blow dried your hair, and finished your makeup.  Mmmm what should I wear?  You look through your closet, flicking through your t-shirts, and land on your one of your favorites. It’s a long sleeved black, semi-crop top. It wasn’t too short or long, but right in the middle. You weren’t the smallest girl, you have a lot of curves and a little thickness to you. Nothing you should be embarrassed about, as Sam used to tell you all the time. You used to hate yourself, thinking you weren’t skinny enough or pretty enough. Sam would always be there to shut those insecurities up though. God I miss him. I’ve gotta go. You decide against the crop top, and throw on a cute, long sleeved pink romper with some knee high boots. The weather is in that awkward stage where it’s warm but borderline cold, so you grab your leather jacket just in case. After grabbing your purse, phone and keys, you make your way out to your car. "Here I come Sammy.”


You arrive at the tower again and walk in, except this time you walk with a little more confidence in your step. Your eyes land on Melissa and you smirk and wave as you walk up to her.

    “Well hey there, Melissa. Can you please call up to Sammy and tell him I’m here?” She glares at you while she picks up the phone and lets Sam know you’re here. Five minutes later, the elevator door open while your back is turned to it.

“Well doll, looks like you couldn’t stay away, could you?” Barnes?

You turned around slowly and see Bucky standing in front of you with a shit-eating grin on his face and his hands tucked into his pockets. He’s wearing a grey Henley and jeans that hug him just right. Oh crap. He totally just saw me checking him out.  You look up, sure that he caught you eye fucking him, but when you look up you catch him checking you out. Note to self: Bucky seems to like rompers. Or maybe it’s the boots.

  “What can I say Bucky? I just coul-” You’re cut off when a door to your right is flung open and Sam appears out of breath and very angry.

  “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU, TIN CAN.”  Sam lunges for Bucky but you step in between them.

“Boys, behave. What the hell is going on?” You cross your arms and look back and forth between the two men that are suppose to be part of Earth’s mightiest heroes.

  “He locked the elevator down so I couldn’t get in to come down for you,” Sam heaves. “Do you know how many flights of stairs I just ran down!?” If looks could kill, Bucky would be dead 12 times over.

  “I don’t know what he’s talking about, sweetheart.” Bucky shrugs. “I was just minding my own business when birdboy came running towards the elevator like a madman. I locked it in self defense.“ He couldn’t even say this with a straight face; he had a lopsided smile and was trying to cover up his giggling. You just glared at him. Bucky and Sam seem to have a weird relationship, but all you’ve seen so far is Bucky being mean to Sam. Well honestly, they are both just ridiculously childish, but whatever.

You turn to Bucky and take a step closer, put your hand on his chest, and look up and him, "Aww poor Bucky.” You watch Bucky give Sam a sly grin. You tap your hand on his chest and he looks down at you. How are his eyes so blue…? And his lips… Oh God, they look so soft. Stop STOP SAY SOMETHING SASSY…  You look up at him and get a little closer as he leans down, “If you’re looking for a girl, Buck, I think I have just the one.”

 He looks down on you and smiles. “Oh yeah, doll? And who’s that?”

You take a step closer and whisper in his ear, “Well, my grandma is about your age, and she’s single.” You take a step back and wink. His smile drops and you can hear Sam laughing like a hyena.

   “Sorry, Buck, but I’m the only one that’s allowed to bully Sammy.”  You walk to Sam and wrap your arm around his. “You ready to talk, birdbrain? ” He just smiles and pulls you towards the elevator. You hear Bucky walking behind you. He enters the elevator and steps behind you and Sam. You can see him in the reflection of the elevator doors; he’s leaning against the rail smiling. I was just so mean to him and he’s smiling, what the hell? Sam hit the button for the 48th floor, which I assume is his.  When we get to the floor, Sam steps out in front of me, leading the way. Before I walk out, Bucky steps closer behind me so his chest is pressed to my back .

   “I think this is the start to a beautiful friendship doll. I’ll see you later.” He did a little pat on your butt and you gasp. You turn around and that sly smirk is back on his face.  You feel the heat in your cheeks and just laugh,

   "Keep on dreaming, Barnes.“ You hear Sam clear his throat and you walk out of the elevator.

   “Is he always like that?” you ask Sam, and he just laughs.

   “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him be that forward with a woman. Steve is always telling stories of how he used to be such a ladies man back in the 40s but I haven’t seen any proof until you walked through those doors.“  He laughed but then stopped, "But he is a pain in my ass. Like the BIGGEST pain ever.” He huffs out. You just start laughing and flop on the couch Sam’s brought you to.

  “So is this your level of the tower? Ya know, your own little bird nest?” You kept a dead serious expression on your face and Sam just glared at you.

  "Ha ha, you’re so funny y/n.” You break, and let a smile out

  “Alright Sammy, you wanted me to listen, so go on. I’m all ears.

He clears his throat and fidgets with his hands in his lap, "Y/n, I don’t have a good reason for not calling. I just got so caught up… But you’re right, I should have called or texted or even sent you a damn letter. I didn’t forget about you. Just between the Accords, Tony and Steve, and being a fugitive, things are just starting to calm down. We just got back to almost being a team again. I didn’t want to drag you into this when it was so chaotic.” He moves next to you and pulls you into his side for a cuddle-type hug. You nestle into him and sigh.

“Sam, I just missed you. And worried a lot. Can we just try to be like how it was before? I can’t deal with other people like I deal with you. You’re the only one I can tolerate."   Sam laughs and kisses the top of your head.

  “Kid, you have no idea how much I missed you.” You went to say something but you heard the elevator doors opened and a group of voices.

  “Wanda, I’m telling you, Steve’s face was priceless when the bucket of water fell on him,” a smooth, female voice said. You heard a cute little laugh follow.

   "This prank war is going to get out of hand,“ said the second female voice. You could tell by the accent who it was.

  "Can we just call a truce, Nat? The whoopee cushion wasn’t meant for you. Buck put it for Sam.” You recognize the last voice as Steve’s. The three of them walk into the room. You see Steve, and know the other two as Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanov. They all stop when they see you and Sam snuggling on the couch.  Oh this probably looks weird. You start to pull away from Sam but he stops you and pulls you back in.

  “Nat, Wanda, this is my friend y/n. We were neighbors before I decided to join the Avengers.” They both smile and sit at the couch opposite of you.

Wanda was the first to speak, “Hi, it’s nice to meet you!”

 Natasha cut in, “So are you Sam’s girlfriend?”  Wanda slapped Natasha’s arm, and Steve let out a loud laugh.

   "Nice to see you again y/n.“ You look to Steve and just smile.

   "It’s really nice to meet you, and hi Steve. And no, I am not Sam’s girlfriend. I have higher standards than the bird flu over here.” I start laughing and Sam rolls his eyes.

   "Real nice y/n. I’ll remember that.“

   "Oh I like her, she’s got sass.” Natasha smirks. I smile at her and giggle.  Sam mutters something I couldn’t quite catch and gets up.

    "What are all you guys doing up here anyway?“ Sam asks as he makes his way to the kitchen.

   "Buck said you wanted us all to meet on your level?” Steve says but he seemed confused. The elevator doors open and Bucky walks out and straight towards you. Oh boy what is he doing now?

   “I see you’ve met my new girlfriend.” He sits next to you and throws his arm around you and pulls you in close. Natasha  and Wanda start laughing and Steve just rolls his eyes and walks towards Sam in the kitchen. Sam’s glaring at Bucky and Bucky is just staring down at you and smiling. You look up at him and smile. You push yourself up so you’re right next to his ear and whisper, “I don’t think so, doll,” and nip his ear. You get up and go behind Sam, throwing your arms around his torso and resting your face against his back. Steve, Natasha, Wanda and Sam are all cracking up. Poor Bucky was looking a little flustered and like a sad puppy. Why is this so fun? He’s even cuter when he pouts.

   "I was told there would be hot chocolate at some point, Sammy.“  Sam just smiles and shakes his head. He starts making you hot chocolate and you couldn’t help but smile while looking around the room. I could get used to this.

 "So y/n, how did you and Sam first meet?” Wanda asked. You move and go sit next to her.

  “Well I was walking down the hallway to my new apartment and found Sam sleeping in front of his door.”  You proceed to tell them how Sam had locked himself out. The day continued on with you talking about things with Natasha and Wanda; your life, their lives, embarrassing things about Sam. It was great. Things weren’t how they were before with Sam, but it was even better now.


A couple days later

  It’s been a couple days since Sam has been back in your life and since the Avengers have entered your life. You had only met Steve, Bucky, Wanda and Natasha so far, but that was about to change this morning.  You had ended up spending the night on the couch on the communal level of the tower. You, Sam, Buck and Steve stayed up late watching The Office on Netflix. You ended up falling asleep about four episodes into the first season, and one of the boys must of thrown a blanket on you before they all went to bed. You sat up on the couch and rubbed your eyes to try and wipe the sleep away . You hear footsteps and turn towards the doorway to see Sam, still half asleep also.

  “So the early bird really does catch the worm, huh Sammy?” You smirk at him, but he does not look entertained.

  “How many more bird jokes could you possibly have?” He rolls his eyes. “I just wanted to see if you were still asleep. I’m going to jump in the shower, feel free to eat or make coffee… actually that’s not a choice. Make me some damn coffee to make up for the fact the first thing you said to me this morning was a lame bird joke, y/n.” He turns and starts walking away. I forgot how crabby Sam can get, yikes.

  “Fine, fine. But I’m showering when you’re out, Sam!” You yell after him. Well I guess it’s time for coffee.  

 You were sitting on the counter in the communal level of the tower waiting for Sam to finish his shower and for the coffee to brew. You had your phone your hands looking at things on Pinterest to show Wanda. You didn’t even hear anyone come in. While looking down at your phone, you saw two feet step in front of you. You look up and come eye-to-eye with Tony Stark. Behind him are Bruce, Clint, Thor and Vision all staring at you.

 "Stark, it seems that one of your lady friends has taken your counter as her seat.“ Does Thor have an inside voice?

  "Sorry blondie, but I’m not Stark’s girl.” You turn and wink at Tony and hop off the counter.

  “Not that I mind a beautiful girl on my counter, but who the hell are you?” Tony laughed, but then dropped to a more serious tone.

  “I’m y/n, a friend of Sam’s. It’s great to meet you Mr. Stark.” You stick out your hand towards Tony, and he grabbed it and pulled you closer to him. Oh, what the hell?  
  He pulls your hand to his lips and kisses it. “You can call me Tony, gorgeous.” He keeps your hand in his and wiggles his eyebrows at you. You couldn’t help but laugh. He pulls you over in front of the other men in the room to introduce you. “Y/n, this is Bruce, Thor, Vision and Clint.” You shook all of their hands and smile.

  “It’s really nice to meet all of you, thank you for all you’ve done for the world.” They all smile at you, well besides vision. He smiles but looks a bit confused. Thor begins laughing and steps towards you.

  “Lady y/n, you are such a tiny midgardian!”  You looked up to him and smile.

  “Well Thor, I can’t help my hei-” You’re cut off when the God picks you up bridal style and tosses you in the air while he laughs. His booming laugh was contagious. You couldn’t help the giggles that escaped you as Thor pretty much plays catch with himself, using you. The others seem pretty entertained, too. You didn’t even hear Sam and Bucky enter the kitchen until Bucky clears his throat.

  “Uh Thor, mind putting my girl down?”  Does he sound annoyed? OR JEALOUS? Fuck yes. Y/n - 1, Bucky - 0.

 Thor looked at Bucky and set you down gently. “My deepest apologies brother Barnes, I thought lady y/n was simply a friend of our dear Sam."  

  You couldn’t help roll your eyes. "How many times to I have to tell you? I’m not YOUR girl, Barnes.”  You move past him and go to hug Sam. You can hear Tony and Clint laughing as Bucky mumbles to himself.

  “Well Barnes, looks like Birdboy Jr beat us both to the girl.” Tony pats  Bucky’s shoulder sympathetically.

  “Yeah, for now.” Buck grabs a water bottle out of the fridge and makes his way out of kitchen. “See ya later, Doll.” He turns and blows a kiss. What a dork. You laugh and wave him off. You continue making small talk with everyone in the kitchen about random little things until Tony gets an idea.

  “You know what we haven’t done in a while?” he asks. No one replies so Tony just sighs and shakes his head. “We haven’t had a party! And now that we have a new, very very interesting friend here.” He turns to you and looks you up and down. Man can he make a girl blush. Why is he even checking me out? I’m in sweatpants and a giant sweater.

 You were taken out of your thought when Sam nudged you. “So what do you think y/n, you up for it?” I really need to stop spacing out.

  “A party? Of course!” You smile and jump in place . You love parties and dancing. There had better be dancing.

  “Not just any party, sweetheart, ” Tony paused and took a sip of his coffee,“ How about we make this a very formal, black tie event?” He raises his eyebrows at you. You feel a smile make its way to your face. You’ve never been to anything like that, besides prom, and even that wasn’t that great.

  “I’M IN!” You probably sound too excited, but you jump and throw your arms around Tony in a tight hug. He was a little shocked at first but hugged you back and chuckled. Sam shared a glance with his teammates that were in the room. This would be the first big get together since the team’s been back. Sam sighed and shook his head, “Well…This should be interesting.”

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@agentraven007, for all the help editing this. It would of been a mess without her :) !

Originally posted by sebstxnevans



anonymous asked:

Tongue beds

big preds with tiny tinies who like to sleep on squishy and plush tongues
“This is your bed now, friendo.”

anonymous asked:

when trevor and jeremy have the couch/bed argument, trevor is adamant about not taking the bed, he's fine on the couch, jeremy just go sleep in your bed, i swear to god, jeremy, i'm not taking your bed, i am sleeping on this couch, and jeremy gets exasperated enough that he just yells "YOU ARE 6 FOOT 2 TREVOR COLLINS, YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO CONTORT YOUR ABNORMALLY TALL BODY TO FIT ON MY COUCH. YOU WILL TAKE MY BED AND YOU WILL BE HAPPY ABOUT IT."

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You wake up outside of your house. Confused, you walk inside and into your room. In your bed, you see yourself sleeping peacefully. You reach out to touch the sleeping you. A hand grasps your shoulder, making you jump. Turning around, it’s another you. You look at yourself and say, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“How are you doing?”

The question kind of stops you. Because you’re okay. Your world is still spinning and you’re still smiling and you’re okay.

But then sometimes you’re not okay. Not even one little bit. And you don’t really sleep at nights because your bed is as empty as your arms. And there’s a space on your wall where his photo used to hang. And sometimes you can’t even eat because he’s gone and the sick feeling in your stomach just becomes a permanent part of you. And when you kiss someone new their lips are wrong and their hands don’t tug your hair and their body doesn’t feel quite right beneath your wandering hands. And sometimes you cry and you don’t think you’ll ever stop.

But you don’t say that. They don’t want to hear that. You just smile and say, “I’m okay I guess.”

—  Even when I’m okay, I’m not, 08/10/2016
oc questions: sleep edition

1) how does your oc get ready for bed?

2) does your oc prefer a warm or cool bed?

3) how many pillows does your oc need/use?

4) which oc sleeps with stuffed animals?

5) which oc prefers to share a bed with someone else?

6) which oc would be an absolute nightmare to sleep with (stealing blankets, cold feet, etc)?

7) which oc snores?

8) in what position does your oc sleep in?

9) describe your oc’s sleepwear.

10) how long does it take for your oc to fall asleep?

11) does your oc remember their dreams?

12) which oc experiences sleep paralysis?

13) is your oc more likely to have a good dream or a nightmare?

14) does your oc require certain conditions in order to fall asleep?

15) is your oc a restless sleeper?

16) which oc sleep talks?

17) which oc sleeps the most?

18) which oc can naturally run on less than 5 hours of sleep a night?

19) which oc is an insomniac?

20) a fire alarm goes off in the middle of the night while your ocs are asleep. how do they react?

21) what odd locations have your oc been found sleeping in?

22) which oc could probably sleep through the apocalypse?

23) where is your oc’s typical napping spot?

24) what is your oc like immediately after waking up?

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Sweat [M]

Pairing: Hoseok x reader x Yoongi

Summary: It’s a hot summer day and your boyfriends have an unorthodox method of trying to keep you cool.

Genre:  smut, pure smutty threesome, goodness, Poly!yoonseok

Word Count: 

Warnings: graphic depictions of sex, dirty talk, ice play

Originally posted by rapmonsexpensivegirl

The sun was already shining high in the sky when your eyes fluttered open. The overwhelming heat of the day had your shirt soaked to your skin. You groaned, reaching over to chug the glass of water on the table next to you. But the room temperature water wasn’t enough to satisfy your thirst. “It’s so fucking hot.” you mumbled as you slid off your mattress. The sheets were crumpled in a pile on the floor, somehow the 3 of you managed to kick them off the bed in your sleep. 

You padded down the hallway and the familiar sounds of your boyfriends arguing rang through your ears. Yoongi and Hoseok were on opposite sides of the spectrum. Fire and ice. Water and oil. But there was something about you that brought the two of them together.

Hoseok’s eyes immediately fell onto yours as you entered the living room, “Tell Yoongi you want to go to the beach today. He’s being a lazy ass and won’t let us go.”

You chuckled, “The beach does sound nice, Hobi. But it’s probably going to be packed.” you squeezed his shoulder gently as you made your way to the fridge and out of the corner of your eye you could see him pouting. Clearly not happy that you were siding with Yoongi in this democratic household.

“See, I told you she wouldn’t want to go.” Yoongi teased as he laid back down on the floor, a gummy smile spread across his glistening face. He stared at you with mischief in his eyes, but the thought of intertwining limbs in this heat sounded like the worst possible idea, no matter how hard he made you cum.

You opened the door to the freezer, finding sweet relief in the blast of cool air rushing towards your skin. It was days like this when you cursed your boyfriends for letting them talk you into this place. Your apartment was beautiful, and you loved it, but it didn’t have A/C. So every summer the three of you wandered across the apartment in various states of undress, hoping that the lack of clothing encasing your skin will offer relief.

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Imagine this:

every single character in your room. All of them. Every single one you have ever read about, watched, imagined, created. All of them putting you to sleep. All of them surrounding your bed and protecting you from all harm with whatever kind of weapon or defense technique they have. They are all there for you. You are safe. And I think that is very very comforting to think about.