you'd kick him out of bed

doptimous  asked:

I wish you'd write a story where Jyn is forced to bunk with Cassian because Bodhi, who she normally bunks with decided to help them work out their UST by having a friend over every night. Embarrassement and awkward jealousy (at Bodhi fabulous sex life) would be great. Thanks a lot <3

“Bodhi kicked me out.”

The voice drifting up from the foot of his bed is they only thing keeping him from kicking her in the jaw accidentally in self-defense. He startles awake, and her eyes are glowing at him, amused and challenging. 

“I didn’t know there was somewhere he could kick you out of,” Cassian answers breathlessly, and feels a flush creep up his neck. How long has she been standing there?

“I usually crash with him,” she stares at the foot of the bed, not meeting his eyes in a way that is her usual unavailable self when alone with him. “And I don’t like sleeping alone.”

Wordlessly, Cassian lifts the edge of the blanket covering him. She crawls under it. 

“I’m not much of a cuddler,” he jokes humorlessly, and her elbow flashes out and knocks his ribcage. 

“Not asking you to be,” she sounds sullen, and he sighs, rolling onto his back and staring at the ceiling. 

It never struck him once that he could just say no to her. 

“Why’d he kick you out.”

“He had a guest.”

“Oh.”

“So I’d be in the way.”

“So now I get a guest,” he muses and flinches for the inevitable elbow she’s going to lash out at him. But it doesn’t come.

“Not that kind.”

He nods in the darkness. “I’m not your type.”

“I’m even less your type.”

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katiehavok  asked:

Congrats on your milestone! :D Any chance you'd be willing to write some Newtina? I understand if it isn't your thing so please don't feel pressured!

Bang!

Tina sits upright, yanking the covers off and kicking Newt in the processes. He merely groans and rolls over, tugging the blankets along. The sight of him, still in bed with her, with his freckles and his scars and the warm April sunshine gleaming on his skin distracts Tina momentarily. Then she’s off, bounding out of their bedroom and down the hall, taking the stairs quickly and heading straight for the kitchen, where she has a feeling the sound is coming from. 

There is something to be said for a woman’s intuition, and Tina’s an auror on top of that.

On the ledge outside the large window above the sink, is a small, long eared owl. She lays, stunned, on the brick, staring up at Tina with unhappy yellow eyes. 

“Oh, you moron,” Tina hisses, referencing the owl’s owner and not the owl herself, and yanks open the window. Carefully, so as not to be gored by wickedly sharp claws, Tina lifts the owl up off the windowsill and brings her inside. Tina sets her down on the counter, muttering accio to bring a towel to wrap the bird in, and then tips her head back, yelling, “Newt!”

Newt thuds his way down the steps just as the towel comes whipping by, into Tina’s hand. He rubs sleepy hands across his equally sleepy eyes, and drags himself into the kitchen.

“What’s this?” He asks, voice still rough and quiet with sleep. Tina carefully drapes the towel around the little creature on the counter, trying not to disturb her. 

“Percival sent Lady, and she ran into the window again. I think she really did hurt herself this time.”

Newt wakes up in an instant - the mere mention of a creature, injured or otherwise is always enough to get him awake and rearing to go. If Tina weren’t worried about potentially killing their friend’s owl, she would have rolled her eyes. 

Newt wedges himself between Tina, the counter and the corner. He croons at the little owl, investigating for potential injuries with the gentlest of hands. Newt moves with such expert care, extending her wings and feeling for damage, feeling the bones in her feet for breaks. It makes Tina fall in love with him a little bit more. The care he shows all creatures, big and small, makes her heart warm.

“Nothing broken,” Newt finally says, freeing Lady from the towel, “Just stunned. Now, let’s see what you’ve brought, hmm?”

He unwraps the little scroll from around her leg while Tina fetches a treat from the cookie jar they keep beside the pasta. The owl takes it from her ever so gently, hooting merrily and closing her eyes in relish. Tina chuckles and scratches just behind her ear. 

“What does he want?” Tina asks Newt, leaning in close, letting his proximity and the warmth of his naked chest envelope her. 

“It’s an invitation to a dinner party, for your sister’s birthday,” Newt says, before kissing the top of Tina’s head, and then her forehead. 

“Oh?”

“Mhmm, although I must say, if he fails to train that owl properly I shall have to decline.”

Tina can’t help but laugh, reaching up on her tip toes to peck at Newt’s lips before scribbling down their reply.

It takes some coaxing to get Lady back out onto the ledge, but she goes after a moment and a sad glance over her shoulder. 

“Shoo! Go on,” Tina says, “And next time, don’t fly into the window!”

anonymous asked:

Castiel's and candy's interaction when Castiel found out Deborah was using him? I know ask-Castiel-mcl did something similar to this, but I wanted to see how you'd write it!

((Oh wow…I’m a big fan of ask-castiel-mcl so I hope mine is alright! I decided to make it at the end of the day, hopefully a bit different than other, similar, drabbles))

Castiel swore violently as he tore of his brown jacket and threw it in the corner of his room. “That bitch!” He yelled, kicking the foot of his bed before slumping down onto the mattress. The events of the last few days played like a movie reel as he lay there staring at the ceiling.


He couldn’t believe how wrong he had been, not only about Deborah and Nathaniel, but especially about Candy. If he let himself admit it, she was the first girl who had cared for since Deborah and he had treated her terribly. “I should’ve known she was just looking out for me,” he sighed, running his hands through his hair roughly.


Just then his phone rang. With a groan Castiel pulled it out of his pocket and put it to his ear. “Yea, what?” He said gruffly.


“Cas?” A soft voice said from the other end.


In a split second he was sitting upright, his eyes wide. “Candy? Hi, sorry, I didn’t look at the caller ID.”


“That’s alright,” she said, although he still felt like a dickhead for snapping, “I just wanted to check how you were?”


Castiel smiled and closed his eyes for a moment. Even after all he’d put her through, everything he’d said, she was still looking out for him. “I’m okay, Little Girl,” he murmured.


The line was silent for a few seconds and he wondered if he was supposed to say something else. He had never had a problem with what to say to Candy before, but now he wasn’t sure. Although her calling made him less scared that she hated him.


“That’s good, well I should probably let you go,” she whispered finally.


Castiel could’ve sworn there was still pain in his voice and it made him panic. “Wait!” He said desperately, shooting off his bed and earning himself a look of confusion from Demon, “I’m really sorry, okay? Are we, you know, gonna be alright?”


“Of course, Cas, we’ve always been alright.”

#160 He can't fall asleep until you do
  • Louis: He knows -- that if he falls asleep before you, you have a harder time going to sleep. It's almost like a safety net for you. Knowing that when you pass out someone is watching to make sure none of your irrational fears come true. "Go to sleep babe." His voice scratched up his throat, full of sleep, and reminded you of car tires running along gravel. His arms securely on your waist, not letting you go anywhere.
  • Niall: Because he snores, and if he goes to sleep before you, you'd be up all night trying to stir him awake. And nothing was more troublesome then waking up at four in the morning to an empty bed, and a lovely girl sprawled out on the couch because he wouldn't stop snoring so loud. "I promise I'll try not to snore." "I might have to sleep on the couch again if you do." You joked, he groaned nuzzling his nose in your neck. "Just go to sleep you booger."
  • Harry: It's his protective side kicking in. He wants to make sure you are good and taken care of before he decides to rest. He'll go through a mental list, make sure he remembered to lock all the doors, feed the cat, and turn off the tv downstairs before giving you a gentle kiss right below the ear. Allowing himself to be the big spoon because he wanted to protect you in his sleep. "Goodnight love."
  • Liam: By the time its ten or so, he's so wound up from the day it takes hima while to go to sleep and calm himself down. He'll hold you with one arm around your shoulders. So, your head is lying on his chest -- sometimes you slobber -- while the other arm is under his head. Propping himself up while his head goes rapid, and you usually fall asleep first and he doesn't mind a bit.
  • Zayn: He'll peek around the hair that had fallen from behind your ear that now covers your face to make sure your eyes are sewn shut. He wants to make sure you are comfy first so he can form his body in around you. Fitting to your needs because no matter how many times you tell him that it doesn't matter how comfy I am, I can fall asleep anywhere. He still doesn't listen.