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Bed Sharing with Bucky Barnes
comes with some dangers.
K3 Bedsharing! Bingo Card B096 !
Hurriedly finished coloring. Perhaps I’ll finish off the colors better another time.:). Basically whoever woke him up to share the bed is going to get stabbed.
If that’s Zemo, he’s going to get stabbed in the face.
I tried putting two people in a bed multiple times, didn’t work! So this happened.:0
SPOILER
A night of heavy drinking leads to some unintentional cuddling in bed.
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So, plot divergence: Shepard leaves with the Normandy crew when they come to Thedas because angst. Cullen mopes for a few years then agrees to an arranged marriage with Trevelyan’s younger sister as a favour to get her out of a WORSE arranged marriage something something plot contrivance. Baby!Trev’s cool but neither of them are into it. Shepard comes back during Trespasser because Solas’s shenanigans are making something go wonky in her universe. More angst ensues but everyone’s happy from the end, Cullen goes back to Shep’s universe from her, Baby!Trev also joins them for the adventure and immediately goes all heart-eyes for Liara.
WIP SNARK
I feel the need for snark, so I’m starting my own WIP game.
Post some snark from a WIP. Here’s mine from “For Your Information” again: Jyn and Cassian bickering like an old married couple over sharing a bed.
Jyn quirked an eyebrow at him. “I have no problem sleeping alone, if you want to be that way and pretend we’re not going to share. You have a tendency to smother anyway.”
“You elbow.”
“Because you give me no space to sleep.”
You can’t tell me this would not happen between them, as it happens between every single couple ever that has ever shared a bed in the history of Time.
Tagging some snarky-ass B’s: @sleepykalena @skitzofreak @rebelle-capitan @jenniferjuni-per
If you are a snarky-ass B and I missed you, get yo snarky ass on here and show me yo snark. I desire it. I need it. Tumblr needs it. THE WORLD NEEDS IT.
GET YO SNARK ON, B’S.
a dare and a truth...
Bed sharing prompt courtesy of @bookstoreromantic": “Would you please get comfortable and go the fuck to sleep already?"
Rated T - 2000 words - Modern AU - AO3
A warm breeze ruffles the wheat stalks on either side of her truck as she folds her arms beneath her head, smiling up towards the starry night that will be her blanket until dawn. Her friends had thought this a good dare, forgetting that she’s slept in much scarier places where real danger lurked in very real shadows. A night spent alone out here is a piece of cake, no matter how many stupid campfire tales of demonic scarecrows or sickle-wielding serial killers they might have spun.
She’s surprisingly comfortable in the bed of her truck, thanks to the thick pile of blankets beneath her and the lingering buzz of rum from too many pulls of Killian’s flask. Her cheeks warm at the thought of him, the constant will they or won’t they like a rubber band deciding if it wants to pull them together or break from the pressure. It’s easier to want the former when she’s alone and the idea of him can be just a fantasy without the real life implications of what being together might actually entail. Caustic flirting used to be their thing, but she’s sensed a shift, more sincerity and a longing in him that mirrors her own in ways that has her running a bit scared.
Yeah, she’s not scared of serial killers or movie monsters, but Killian Jones, he has the ability to absolutely terrify her.
A rustling too strong to have been caused by the wind catches her attention and she leans up onto her elbows, scanning the fields for what is probably just a crow set out to disturb her solitude. There’s nothing to be seen in the darkness and she’s too lazy to dig out the flashlight buried somewhere in the cab of her truck to go on a search...
“Evening, Swan.”
A scream bubbles up her throat as she’s scrambling to her knees, hands blindly searching for something to grab as a weapon as her brain slowly matches the voice to the unexpected intruder somewhere behind her.
Prompt: A morning kiss or before-mission kiss prompts maybe? Pretty please? ;) For @grexigone
Read it on AO3.
Author’s Note: Er, I did both. And then added an after-mission kiss, too. :)
Jyn woke up slowly in stages of awareness. First, she was aware she was awake, but her eyes were still closed. Then, she was aware of the pleasant temperature of the room and the breeze drifting in through the open window.
Then, she was aware of the warm body next to her, the one she always woke up next to.
Cassian.
Jyn smiled and rolled over to snuggle into his bare back. He didn’t stir – he always slept more soundly around her, he said – so she kissed his shoulder and moved down his biceps, dropping little kisses on his warm skin, and then moving up again. His alarm would be going off any minute, and just as he did with her alarm when she had to get up before him, Jyn also tended to wake just moments before his alarm went off. She cherished these moments of quiet, where she could just adore his body without him knowing it.
I love you, she thought, but he didn’t know it yet.
Well. He did. But she hadn’t said it yet. She was waiting for just the right time, just as he probably was.
The alarm finally started beeping, and Cassian woke and turned it off. He slowly turned over in Jyn’s arms and pulled her to him, kissing her neck.
“Buenas días,” he said sleepily, and yawned. Jyn had noticed that he spoke in Festian when he was too tired to use Basic, even if he’d been bilingual most of his life.
a small thing:
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The first time Jyn asks to stay overnight in his quarters, Cassian offers her his whole bed. In his defense, it’s a small bed—he has to fold his knees to keep his feet from falling off the end, which doesn’t help the width of the mattress either. Neither of them are large people—they could, in theory, squeeze together with maybe, maybe a hairsbreadth of space between them, but the last thing Cassian wants is to crowd Jyn.
“I’m fine with the floor,” he tells her, pulling one of the blankets off the bed. It’s only half a lie—he’ll be cold and the hard floor won’t do his back any favors, so he doesn’t anticipate getting much rest, but if it will make Jyn feel comfortable and safe enough to sleep, it will be worth it.
She’d stayed at his bedside when he’d been confined to medical, and he couldn’t deny he’d found comfort in having her near. She’d fallen asleep there sometimes with her head pillowed on his thigh. The soft sound of her breathing is something he’s missed since she’s been—well. Apparently not sleeping elsewhere.
The dark circles under Jyn’s eyes almost look like bruises; the light that usually catches like a blaze in the green of her irises is absent. Cassian watches her sigh with her whole body and scrub a hand over her face, her shoulders slumping.
“I didn’t come here to kick you out of your bed,” she says, a spark of irritation smothered by weariness.
Cassian doesn’t ask, what did you come here for, because the words feel raw even unvoiced in his mouth, too risky. He doesn’t know if they would be jarring in the air, a misstep that triggers alarms and sends Jyn running. “Consider the bed freely given,” he tells her instead, and when she visibly wavers where she stands by the door, he looks her in the eye and carefully adds, “It’s fine, Jyn.”
She grimaces, but bends over to fumble at the laces of her boots. Cassian thinks the argument is over, but when her boots are off and she shrugs out of her jacket and overshirt, she insists, “I don’t want you to sleep on the floor.” He automatically glances at her and then quickly turns his attention away as she takes off her pants. “If you let me have the right side, I think I’ll be fine.”
“Closest to the door?” Cassian says without thinking, heat still searing his cheeks. He hears the bedsprings squeak as Jyn sits down heavily on the mattress.
“Yeah, is that a problem?” There’s no challenge in Jyn’s voice. He looks at her out of the corner of his eyes and she looks tired. Small. Her hands tremble as she pulls the pins from her hair. Whatever he was planning on saying gets caught in his throat as he watches her comb her fingers through the soft fall of her hair.
He doesn’t know what to call the ache of his heart, the pull on his ribs, how his whole body turns to face Jyn like a planet orbiting its sun. All he knows is that it feels unnatural to struggle against that call to be at her side.
“I prefer the side by the wall,” he says finally as the realization hits him that he’s been silent too long, staring at her. He sucks in a breath and sweeps the blanket up off the floor, folding it up automatically, burning off sudden nervous energy.
Jyn pushes her hair out of her face and Cassian catches the faint, dazzling flash of a smile flickering across her face. “Sounds good, then. Come on.”
There’s more than a little adjustment as they try to find comfortable positions. At first, Cassian faces the wall, letting Jyn press her back against his, but it’s impossible for him to relax that way and Jyn feels it in the rigid line of his spine.
She nudges her elbow into his side until he gives in and rolls over. And the tension breaks, giving way to exhausted relief. Jagged edges smooth out and slide into place.
“There,” Jyn murmurs, sounding half-asleep as Cassian folds himself into a position that is familiar except for the welcome warmth of Jyn beside him. He was right before—in this way, they do manage to fit with a sliver of space between them.
He could drape his arm over her and pull her body into him, hold her close while the world slips away, but he doesn’t. It’s enough to have her near.
They both drift off to sleep.
