#BEDSHARING

[deancaspinefest]

A Glacial Pace

Author: ixia_ixora | Artist: Aggiedoll

Posting on Tuesday April 16

Tired of his simple and conforming life, Castiel decides to move away from his city life to a small town by the mountains in Montana. Deciding to begin this new chapter of his life with an adventure, Castiel signs up for a hike across a glacier. With his heart in his throat and a hot hiking guide named Dean Winchester on his knees to help him with the harness, Castiel manages the hike, coming back time after time; for the nature and for Dean. A small town leaves little room for anonymity and between his shifts at the hospital and the glacier hikes, Dean is determined to not let Cas waste his time away in his small apartment. And it doesn't take long until a friendship is formed between them. But Castiel didn't leave the city without reason and there is only so long he can keep his real life at bay. Or Castiel finds himself on top of a glacier with a certain green-eyed man who will change the trajectory of his life in the most unexpected of ways.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

“Hey, it’s fine,” Dean says, moving in front of Castiel and places his other hand on Castiel’s other shoulder. “Breathe with me.”

Castiel glances over Dean’s shoulder, looking at the other people in the glacier. Dean ducks his head down, trying to catch his eyes.

“Hey,” he smiles gently as Castiel focuses on him. His eyes are very green in the warm sun. “Breathe in.”

Castiel takes a deep breath, feeling it fill his lungs and stomach. He closes his eyes, concentrating on the air in his chest. When he feels Dean breathe out he does the same.

“If you fall into the glacier it won't be more than a few feet, the rope will catch you and we will drag you up,” Dean says, thumbs rubbing circles on Castiel’s shoulders. “There’s nothing to worry about, I’m right behind you,” Dean repeats. “And if you do fall it’ll be a hell of a cool story to tell later on.”

(continue reading on Ao3 on Tuesday April 16)

[agentrouka-blog]

jon and sansa will definitely meet again in wow. How do you think things go from there? I'm definitely feeling the trope of sharing a bed.........!!!!!

It's hard to go into specific speculation because a lot of other variables play into it, but I would absolutely NOT be opposed to any iteration of bed sharing whatsoever.

It may be noted that both Jon and Sansa specifically remember their home in terms of sleeping and bedsharing (with their siblings) in the same book that Samwell has a dream in which a naked Gilly then takes the place of his sisters in their shared childhood bed. Both Cat and Ned specifically long to go to sleep with each other. There's imagery that swings both ways between familial and spousal, so to speak.

[cupidford]

Accidental Magic by Calais_Reno

Johnlock Love Letters #2326

After his return Sherlock takes the case of a woman seeking stolen books hidden in her late husband’s library.Working together after so much time apart, John and Sherlock begin to discover more than stolen books.

[livingbreathingdreams]

Bed-Sharing Fics 🧸

• JOEL MILLER • DIN DJARIN • FRANKIE MORALES • JACK DANIELS • DIETER BRAVO • BUCKY BARNES • CAPTAIN SYVERSON • HARRY STYLES •

🏕 Camping ⎮ 🌶 Spicy, consume at your own risk ⎮ 🌸 Slow burn [because I’m a sucker for endless buildup] ⎮ ⚪️ Friends to lovers ⎮ 🧡 Personal favorite

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Joel Miller

❤︎ Sleeping Bag @quin-ns 🏕

❤︎ Rubbing your partner's back until they fall asleep @softlyspector

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Din Djarin

❤︎ First time sleeping together @littleferal

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Frankie Morales

❤︎ First time sleeping together @littleferal

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Jack Daniels

❤︎ First time sleeping together @littleferal

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Dieter Bravo

❤︎ warm up @ezrasbirdie

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Bucky Barnes

❤︎ One Bed, Two Buddies @bucky-bucket-barnes ⚪️

❤︎ Bucky and The Bed @that-damn-girl 🌸⚪️ (a whole ass bed sharing series)

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Captain Syverson

❤︎ sparse sleep @quietmyfearswith

❤︎ And there was only one bed @doll-r-t

❤︎ The Night of Many Firsts @delicate-moon-princess 🌶

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Harry Styles

❤︎ Hey Angel @watchmegetobsessed 🌶🌸⚪️

❤︎ SLEEPLESS @watchmegetobsessed ⚪️🧡

❤︎ First night sleeping over @harrysfolklore

❤︎ changes @sunflowervolvimp3 🌶🌸⚪️🧡

❤︎ Pink Fairy Lights @kwritingbooks

❤︎ Residue @bopbopstyles 🏕🌶⚪️

❤︎ Perhaps the World Ends Here @iconicharry 🏕

❤︎ Only Human @tobesobri 🌸⚪️🧡 (another whole ass bed sharing series)

[astaldis]

Chapter 3: She′d hold your hand as you shook in the middle of the night

@cake-shop-rarepair-bingo​

@witcher-rarepairs​

Bingo Prompts: Bedsharing, temporary or permanent blindness

Pairing: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach & Fringilla Vigo

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Fandom: The Witcher (TV)

Chapters: 3/5

Witcher_Rarepair_Prompt_Fest Prompt: Post Season 2: After their lie is uncovered by Emhyr var Emreis, Cahir and Fringilla are arrested and thrown into the dungeons - in the same cell. With only one bed. First they bicker and bitch and blame each other for their failure, but this changes drastically when Cahir is tortured, and badly so, and Fringilla has to take care of him.

This time Fringilla does not wake up from the creaking of a door but because Cahir is muttering and moving in his sleep. Must be a nightmare. Which is not surprising after what happened, or rather after what she believes happened. For a moment she tries to figure out what Cahir is saying but the words are difficult to discern and do not make much sense. Something about blindness and strength and fire. He is shaking, too. Not from the cold - by now it is pleasantly warm under their shared blanket - but from rising panic. She takes his hand in hers and, with her other hand, starts to gently trace feather-light, soothing circles on his back while holding him close. Like her mother did with her when she was little and had a bad dream, long before her chaos manifested itself and she was taken to Aretuza. Although her childhood nightmares were horrible, these are bitter-sweet memories of a closeness long lost and gone. Lost and gone like her mother.

Continue reading on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47540179/chapters/119934388

[starrnobella]

Title: Grammar & Consequences Square Filled:

#DenBingo23 G5 - "Fix it." "It's a ransom note; I don't care about grammar!" "There's no excuse for bad grammar!"

#HHBingo23: N5 - Bedsharing/Only One Bed

Pairing: Daphne Greengrass/Hermione Granger Rating: General Audience Major Tags: None Summary: An eighth year challenge meant for amusement during the last few months of school resulted in both Hermione and Daphne getting in trouble, even though Hermione had nothing to do with it. Word Count: 968 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46815736

Created for @dracos-den and @hermiones-haven

[babyspacebatclone]

My reaction to the question:

I used to be the one to shared my widowed grandmother’s queen sized bed when we visited.

And in one of those “Signs I didn’t know meant I was Autistic,” I both:

Did not want to from the depths of my soul

Knew this would for some reason I did not understand offend my grandmother, so pretended I was thrilled

It turns out the PTSD from that combination of factors still lingers to this day… *shudders*

So no. No I can never imagine sharing my beautiful queen sized personal bed with anyone other than my kitty cat.

If I were ever get into a romantic relationship, I’m having my own fucking bedroom, because I deserve to feel comfortable and that means having an entire room worth of space devoted entirely to me I can close a door to.

And has a queen sized bed for my 5’10” night rolling shenanigans.

be honest does anyone seriously enjoy sharing a bed. like im not even talking about having sex I mean literally just sleeping in the same bed as someone else does anyone actually want and enjoy doing that

[scapegods]

sleeping in

[princenotsocharming]

😴

[rheasmusings]

Merlin: *Proceeds to enter the bed anyway*

Arthur:

Arthur: *gives up*

Arthur: *snuggles Merlin*

Merlin , very tired: Can I sleep in your bed?

Arthur : *half asleep* Merlin , this is a king-sized bed. That means it’s for *gestures vaguely to himself* the King.

[unfinishedslurs]

bedsharing (future stobin lavender marriage) (steddie)

“Why do you have tampons in your bathroom?” Eddie asks, toweling off his hair. “Wouldn’t your mom just keep them in hers?”

“They’re Robin’s.”

He can feel Eddie’s eyes on the back of his neck, and turns around from where he’s hastily folding his clothes. He has another towel wrapped around his hips, and Steve’s gaze drifts there before snapping back up to his face. 

“What?” He asks.

“I thought you guys weren’t together.”

Steve sighs. “Just because I have tampons for when she stays over—“

“It’s just—why wouldn’t they be in the guest bathroom?”

“She stays in my room,” he says, and then realizes how that sounds. “Okay, yeah, but we’re not dating. That’s never gonna happen.”

“So you’re just hooking up?”

Steve instinctively makes a face, and Eddie’s eyebrows jut up. “No. I’m not her type, and even if I was, at this point that ball has left the court. I don’t like her like that, she definitely doesn’t like me like that, and next time Henderson tries to convince someone we’re soulmates I’m going to wring his little neck.”

“I thought you said you were soulmates.”

“Yeah, but not like that.”

“Just enough that she sleeps in your bed and has tampons in your bathroom, apparently.” Eddie bends over to wrap his hair in the towel, and Steve spends a long moment staring at the curve of his bare spine. 

“Hey, man,” he says belatedly. “We got caught off guard one time. I’m not doing that again.”

Two loads of laundry, and Robin had cried in anger and embarrassment. Steve of ‘83 would have found it disgusting. Steve of now was a little grossed out, but also had been bled on in ways much worse than a period, so he just took her out to milkshakes and stocked up on enough supplies to last for a lifetime. After that, all bets were off when it came to the few boundaries they had left. 

Eddie grimaces in acknowledgment, grabbing the pair of sweatpants on the bed. Steve turns around before the towel drops, because years of locker room experience can’t possibly prepare him for seeing Eddie Munson’s naked ass. 

“So no dreams of a white wedding and gaggles of grandchildren running around?”

“I mean, we’ll probably get married at some point,” Steve says absently, fiddling with his bedspread to keep from turning around. He can have self control. He’s capable of not ogling his friends. “It’ll be safer that way.” Shit, why did he say that? He might as well hang a neon sign that says QUEER over his head. “Easier,” he corrects himself, knowing damn well it’s useless. 

There’s a thud and a groan, and Steve whirls around to see Eddie on the ground, halfway into his pants. 

“Are you okay?”

“So you’re not together, and you’re not hooking up, but you’ll get married?” Eddie demands from the floor, wiggling into his sweats. “And…what? Have a loveless, sexless marriage? Because it’s easy?”

“Just because the love isn’t romantic doesn’t mean our marriage would be loveless,” he protests, mind whirling with excuses he can’t use. Why did he open his big mouth? Why couldn’t he have just said anything else?

“That’s what you’re focusing on?”

“I don’t know what to tell you, man,” he shrugs, trying to get his heartbeat under control. “We’re already going to spend the rest of our lives together. Might as well get some legal benefits out of it.”

“Sure, sure,” Eddie laughs, disbelieving. “Getting married for legal benefits and safety. Harrington, if I didn’t know better, I’d say this sounds like—“

“Sounds like what?” Steve cuts through what Eddie was about to say. He doesn’t know what it is, but there’s a bone-deep certainty that Eddie will end up on the truth if he keeps talking. “Are you coming to bed or not, man?”

Eddie falls silent in the middle of standing up, dark eyes pinning Steve to the spot. He knows, Steve thinks, and tries not to picture what Robin would say if he got another concussion. He hasn’t confirmed anything, and Eddie seems like a good guy, maybe even their kind of guy, but if he’s wrong then he’d better grab Robin fast and get the hell out of dodge. Dustin might forgive him eventually, if he knew the reason why.

The silence is getting unbearable. 

“Yeah, alright,” Eddie finally shrugs. “Don’t get your panties in a bunch. I want the left side.”

“You asshole,” Steve hisses, pretending the relief in his chest isn’t damn near killing him. “You know that’s the side I sleep on.”

[goldrushzukka]

i know i literally wrote this but god. i am crying

[transsongtaewon]

Han Yoojin as a person is incredibly good at coping with everything that has happened and is happening to him, which you can tell by the fact the he literally goes blind from stress the moment his L-rank fear resistance is turned down.

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

We all know Fin's listening from the car just old man groaning because he knew from the start.

Bedsharing with Joe Velasco

This started as an ASK prompt and ended up at nearly 1k. Also this is my first time writing bedsharing so sorry if it is a little weird!

Tagging: @iyoskyslover @plaidbooks​

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Enemies to lovers, Lovers to enemies & everything in between

Prompts : ❦ for our muses to be forced to share a bed ~ Joe Velasco x fem reader

It started with an undercover assignment. Married couples whose homes were being broken into, the husband beaten, and the wife attacked before the perps ransacked the house. You suspected it led back to the insurance company, but Carisi and Benson had decided the perps needed to be caught in the act. You and Joe fit the profiles, young, good looking, successful.

It wasn’t until the two of you went into the bedroom to unpack that you realised there was something the two of you had forgotten about.

“I can take the couch.” Joe offered, his shoulders tensing as he reviewed the sleeping arrangements.

“The two of us splitting up doesn’t seem like such a good idea.” You reminded him. “Remember the last one, they almost killed the husband before they even got to the wife.”

“Right, right…” Joe said quietly, unzipping his bag and removing a t-shirt, unfolding it and then refolding it. “It’s just I forgot to bring pyjamas.”

You shrugged.

“So long as we stick to separate sides it’ll be fine.”

“Uh huh.” He murmured.

Joe doubted that very much.

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Joe couldn’t sleep, he doubted he would be able to sleep at all tonight and it wasn’t because he was waiting for two perps to erupt through the door. It was his proximity to you.

He’d felt the attraction from the beginning, you were quick witted, solid and the two of you made a pretty good team. It was only recently that he had realised he couldn’t imagine his life without you, you’d gone back to visit your parents for a couple of days after your dad had taken a fall and it felt like the light had dimmed in his world. The moment you walked back into the Squad Room he knew he was in trouble.

That smile of yours…

It made his heartbeat faster in his chest. He didn’t think he’d ever been so glad to see someone. You were his partner, his colleague, his friend. He knew it was wrong but being around you made him feel alive. He tried to pinpoint the exact moment it had happened. He thought it was that night the two of you were watching the boxing at the Brass Monkey, his chest against your back protecting you from being jostled by the crowd. You’d leaned against him, cheering when Okya had won, thrown your arms around his neck. Holding you had felt so right, like the missing piece was slotting into place.

Now he was trapped in a double bed with barely a foot of space, and he had never been more aware of your presence or his own vulnerability. The truth was at home he didn’t sleep in pyjamas, just Hugo Boss boxer shorts that clung to his form keeping everything in place. He’d thrown on a black V-neck t-shirt. You were already in bed by the time he’d finished up in the bathroom. Your hair tied up in a messy bun, a white vest top over a black sports bra. He caught a glimpse of sky-blue pyjama shorts as you tucked the quilt around yourself.

You flipped onto your back grumbling, your hands settling onto your stomach.

“I can’t sleep.” You said into the darkness.

Joe sighed, rolling onto his back, and staring at the ceiling. Your hands brushed, just or a moment and Joe felt that familiar thrill rush through him.

“Yea me neither.” Joe said.

You turned onto your side, your gaze taking in the profile of Joe’s face in the moonlight that drifted in through the gap in the curtains. His eyebrows furrowed as he threw his arm up above his head.

“Joe what’s going on?” You asked him. “You’ve been weird and tense ever since we started this case.”

Joe swallowed hard. It was seeing that ring on your finger, that gold band, the one that matched his own. It wasn’t real he knew that, but for a brief moment he realised it was something he wanted, something he hoped for.

Joe flipped onto his side so that the two of you were face to face. He longed for nights like this, lying beside of you and that was the problem. How much he wanted it, how this case was giving him a taste of everything he could have.

You reached out across the sheets, your hand grasping his, fingers entwining. It was everything and too much all at the same time, because this intimacy it made him want to spill everything. His thumb traced over the wedding ring on your finger.

“I want this with you.” He told you. “I want nights lying in bed talking, dinner dates. I want to wake up next to you, make you coffee in the morning, I want…” he paused, staring down at your joined hands. “I want everything with you.”

“Joe…” You began.

“I don’t expect you to feel the same.” Joe told you quietly. “I just… I’ve been holding onto it for a while.”

There was silence for a second. Joe hung his head, a wry smile crossing his features, as if he already knew what you were going to say. It broke your heart to see him mentally withdraw, trying to protect himself.

“Joe.” You whispered, cupping his cheek, and guiding his head up so that he could look into your eyes. “You’re not alone. I feel the same way too.”

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[astaldis]

@cake-shop-rarepair-bingo​        @whumpay​

Prompts: Bedsharing, Reluctant caretaker

Challenge: Type in a new pairing

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach & Merlin The Cat, Assire var Anahid & Merlin the Cat, Assire var Anahid & Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Additional Tags: catfic, cats are best, the magic of cats, Purring, Cuddling, Comfort, Fluff, POV Merlin, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Has a Bad Time, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Whump, CATS ARE NICE, Sharing a Bed with a Cat Summary: Merlin The Cat is not only suddenly brought to a different place by his Witch, but, when he comes back to the apartment late at night from exploring the new garden, he finds a sick stranger in the bed he is not sure how to feel about at first.

Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47326381

[laniusbignaturals]

Joshua Graham grew up in a community that treated reproductive education as a taboo so he probably reached adulthood believing, as the tradcath weirdo who wrote Sinfest did, that all women walked around with boobs full of milk 24/7 and were able to lactate on command. And Edward and Bill had to explain it. While themselves acting as physical education equipment.