#BEDSHARING

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HL Fic Library 🛏️ Bed Sharing Fics

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🛏️ Three Days in February by @mercurial-madhouse {E, 187k}

“What if I don’t remember in time?” Louis pushed out a breath too controlled to be steady. “We’re six days away from tour and we’ve got the Brits on Tuesday. What if I can’t figure this out before then? Fuck, what if I actually did ask for this and now I’m going to…to…shit…just fuck it all up for you lads or be stuck like this for-…”

Harry uncurled both of Louis’s hands from the fists they’d turned into and pressed them flat against his chest, silently urging Louis to take comfort the best way Harry could give it to him. “You really think we care more about tour than you? You’re going to remember before then. If you asked for this, you must’ve had a good reason.”

How close is too close? Harry and Louis are about to find out after a drunken night leaves Louis cursed. With only a week before tour starts, the race is on to fix things before they lose Louis forever. Oh, and Harry has to keep his long-time crush on Louis a secret while the lad can literally hear his thoughts. Easy, right?

Featuring ridiculous amounts of banter and angst, a healthy dose of OT5 friendship, and one very magical weekend.

🛏️ My Lights Stay Up, But Your City Sleeps by PearlyDewdrops / @moonhusbands {E, 108k}

Harry breaks into his own smile, scrunching his nose when he glances back up, meeting Louis' eyes, his stiff posture loosening. They stare for a beat, Harry's smile dwindling. "So... you're okay with it? That it can’t go anywhere?"

Louis nods easily. "We're on the same page. Promise." He holds out his pinkie to prove it, mind hazy and giddy from alcohol. Harry’s dimples appear in each cheek as he holds out his own, their pinkies intertwining. "We're just two people who like each other, have fun together, and who may or may not kiss and... stuff.” He grins, wild adrenaline pumping through to his fingertips.

Harry sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, lowering his flushed gaze to the floor.

“Just don't go falling in love with me, and it'll be fine," Louis smirks.

Or Louis has trouble sleeping, Harry has a habit of wrapping himself around Louis during the nights, and a mutual agreement to engage in a fun and simple thing quickly turns into something perhaps not so fun, and certainly not simple.

🛏️ nothing worsens, nothing grows by @soldouthaz {E, 102k}

and he sits there quietly with harry’s headphones in his ears while his eyes begin to close, totally unaware that he’s listening to the soundtrack of harry falling in love with him.

or, another roadtrip au featuring harry as the misunderstood hipster, louis as the bitter psych major, liam as the one with the secret boyfriend, and niall as the one who just wants everyone to be happy.

🛏️ Caught In Your Gravity by @lululawrence [NR, 62k]

It felt like the blood froze in Harry’s veins even as he got a bit lightheaded. He hadn’t even made it two practices, only one of which he was remotely in charge of, without giving it all away and now he and Liam were both absolutely fucked.

“Shit,” Harry breathed out. “Who all have you told? Does everyone know? I thought I covered it better than that…”

“No, no,” Louis said quickly. "They’ll figure it out soon enough, though, because they’ll get used to you changing things up, but you’re only going to trip over your so called Americanisms for so long before they realize it’s because you don’t actually know fuck all about football.”

Harry sighed. “Yeah. I figured. I just need to bullshit for long enough to allow Liam to get the situation figured out from his end.”

“Right, which brings me to my entire point. I think we can find a mutually beneficial arrangement with all of this.” Louis leaned forward. “You need to learn the ins and outs of the sport incredibly fast. I can help you with that.”

“What do you want in exchange?”

Or, an AU inspired by a 30 second trailer of Ted Lasso that doesn't actually have much in common with the show at all.

🛏️ No Going Back by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom {E, 56k}

Sales reps Harry and Louis are bored with their jobs and their lives. After meeting at a conference in Cardiff they hook up, have a few too many drinks, and jokingly apply to become remote lighthouse keepers. Six months, just the two of them, looking after the southernmost lighthouse off the bottom of Australia. It’s not like their applications will be accepted. Right?

This is the story of how one choice - a left instead of a right, a go instead of a stop, a yes instead of a no - can change the future forever and that sometimes, taking that leap of faith, is worth the risk.

🛏️ i must admit i thought i'd like to make you mine by @disgruntledkittenface {M, 50k}

Louis fell apart when her ex broke up with her and moved across the country. Just as she’s starting to move on, Zayn comes back to town for their mutual friends’ wedding – with a new girlfriend as her plus one.

Blindsided and scrambling to save face, Louis lets herself get talked into a fake relationship with her new friend Harry. Their arrangement makes Louis feel pathetic and embarrassed, but it’s only going to last a few weeks. She just has to get through the wedding – what could happen?

🛏️ Cabin Fever by @germericangirl {E, 46k}

“What the fuck is he doing here?“ He asked still looking at him, before he turned back to look at Niall for an answer.

Niall’s mouth fell open and he looked at him with wide eyes "He um changed his mind?“

Harry stared at Niall for a few seconds in silence, before grabbing a bag and walking towards a bedroom without looking at anyone else, slamming the door shut behind himself.

Liam flinched in front of Louis.

“Well I’m happy to see you too.“ Louis mumbled, some of the tension leaving his body. This wasn’t exactly how he thought their first meeting would go. It was quiet for a moment before Louis finally spoke up “Did you seriously not tell him I was coming?“

Or: One cabin, one bed, two ex-boyfriends. What could possibly go wrong?

🛏️ Close to Nowhere by @angelichl {E, 34k}

“I will kill you in your sleep,” Louis threatened as he quickly stepped out of his jeans.

“I don’t think that would work very well baby, seeing as you talk to dead people all the time.”

“I’ll kill you in your sleep and ignore your ghost. And don’t call me that.” 

Louis and Harry are psychics who kind of hate each other. They go to Tennessee to investigate a haunting.

🛏️ never been a fan of change, but we’re still the same by fearsparks / @onlythebravest {T, 27k,}

“Why didn’t you call me?” Louis demanded. “As usual?”

Niall grimaced and reluctantly said, “He said you would make him drop.”

“Make him, how?” Liam asked worriedly, then quickly turned to Louis with almost judging eyes, asking, “You’d never force him to drop, right?”

“Fuck no,” Louis said firmly, shaking his head. “Never.” He’d never force Harry to drop unless he wanted to drop. Jesus, are his friends all idiots?

(Harry and Louis have relied on each other for over two years now, always turning to each other every time they need anything from touch to pheromones. But after Harry's omega unexpectedly causes him to drop in the pub, their relationship is no longer the same.)

🛏️ Fate Had Other Plans by @snowy38 {E, 25k}

Louis Tomlinson books into a remote Ski Lodge in Austria to avoid everyone at Christmas. He is looking forward to his bah-humbug lonely Christmas when Harry Styles 'breaks into' his lodge and ruins his plans with his happy, sociable nature...

Harry Styles booked into a Ski Lodge to spend Christmas alone with his boyfriend Nick Grimshaw; only two weeks before Christmas Nick dumps him and Harry decides the trip will help him re-find himself. What he doesn't expect to find is love...

🛏️ Yours In Fractions by @kingsofeverything {E, 23k}

Louis and Harry are strangers who, because of a mix up, share their mutual friend's apartment and bed over the holidays.

🛏️ The Aurora Zone by MsHydeStylinson / @mizzhydes {E, 19k}

“Hi, I’m Harry.” The guy introduced himself and Louis just grabbed his hand by instinct. It was big and warm when pressed against his own. His handshake was firm, and Louis just dumbly repeated his action.

“Louis.” Louis replied and then quickly wrenched his hand out from the grip of Harry’s claw. He hoisted himself up a bit more and glared at him suspiciously as this Harry guy was peeling off his outerwear like it was just a normal thing to do. Well, sure it was, but why the hell was he doing it in Louis’ room?

“I don’t mean to sound rude, but what the fuck are you doing in my room?” Louis finally aired the question that had been circling in his mind this entire time now.

Or the one where Harry is busy crossing off his bucket list while Louis is busy falling for the guy he's supposed to hate.

🛏️ You Are The Fever (What A Lovely Way To Burn!) by @yoursolosong {E, 18k}

“You built this?” Louis whispered in a trembling voice.

Harry's mind finally seemed to kick in and he rushed to explain, “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Lou. I know how weird this must look. I didn't mean to take advantage of your stuff behind your back, please, I am so sorry.”

Harry was now a blubbering mess. He fucked up.

He knew he fucked up.

Real bad.

It hadn't even been an hour since they made up and Harry fucked it all up. Again.

Louis must think Harry’s a weirdo.

God.

“I will wash it all for you and give it back, I promise. We can both forget everything about-”

He was cut by the sound of Louis growling.

And oh shit.

“You won't touch it,” Louis commanded.

Or Harry is an alpha who realizes he’s also into alphas and wants to be submissive. He battles between his instincts and what he wants.

🛏️ Lost But Won by @2tiedships2 {NR, 16k}

“If you start out by talking about your weekend of golfing I swear to god I will stab you with a pen,” Louis said by way of greeting. “You’ll have to give me a few minutes though so I can see if I even own a pen. But the warning stands.”

“Hello to you too, dearest Louis,” Niall yelled from where he still sat on the couch next to Harry.

There was a clunk on the floor and what sounded like shoes hitting the wall as Niall announced, “We have a guest. You might want to save stabbing me until you don’t have a witness.”

“Well if they are obsessed with golf then…” Louis trailed off as he made his appearance in the living room.

Harry’s mouth dried up. This was not the alpha that Niall had described.

When Harry loses his passport after a weekend trip to see Niall, the inconvenience of being stranded in America becomes a little more bearable after meeting Louis. Or a lot more bearable.

🛏️ if it looks like, feels like, tastes like love... by tempolarriefics / @tempolarriefix {T, 16k}

Niall has an easygoing smile on his face, bright and unbothered, as if he isn’t facilitating a lunch between Harry and the one person he might truly hate. “Niall. Louis,” Harry greets them both, somewhat strained. Louis doesn’t even look up at him. Harry sighs, taking a seat next to Niall and grabbing for the sandwich on the table. “Hear me out,” Niall says, cutting right to the chase. “Family housing.”

Or, the one where harry and louis hate each other but pretend to date to be able to live in university 'family housing', zayn and liam are their nosy next door neighbors, and niall is the friend who made it all happen.

🛏️ In a sky full of stars, be my Northern lights by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed {T, 13k}

It's one of those nights there's nothing on the telly that Louis absently scrolls through Tinder. After swiping left on a bunch of profiles he comes face to face with a picture that stops him in his tracks. The picture is..almost sweet. It’s a boy with brown curly hair, wearing a very low cut yellow blouse, paired with a black jacket. He’s got a smile on his face and his tongue sticking out, but it’s not in any way lewd or suggestive. He just looks like he’s having a good time, and something about the innocence of it has him swiping right rather than left.

He’s barely checked the other pictures on the boy's profile before Tinder confirms that he’s got a match. The shots are so different from the pictures Louis is used to on Tinder - half naked boys who are smoldering at the camera - that he can’t help but smile.

It quickly turns into a frown when he opens up the message he’s just received.

Harry: Hello! Harry: Thank you for swiping right Harry: I have a proposition for you

🛏️ Ever Since by @letsjustsee {NR, 10k}

Louis once again went to leave, but before he could reach the door he heard Barkley jumping off the bed behind him. The giant dog accosted Louis before he could get through, nudging Louis’ legs with all his weight and making him stumble, and Louis had to grab the doorframe to steady himself. “What the heck, Barkley?” Louis was mostly talking to himself, aware that Barkley couldn’t actually understand him, but he had never witnessed the dog acting so oddly. He turned around when he heard a quiet murmur coming from the bed. “What?” He hadn’t been able to make out what Harry said, but at Louis’ question he sat up in bed, hair already wild from the pillow, eyes heavy, and Louis’ stomach gave a little flip. “He wants you to stay.” 

Or, a very fluffy AU where Louis finds a lost dog that he wishes he could keep - until he meets his owner, who he wishes he could keep more.

🛏️ remember you well by fondleeds / @harrybridgers {NR, 8k}

“Um,” Harry starts. He looks out of place. Louis can’t really believe he’s seeing Harry like this, so unsettled, so unlike himself. He holds out his hands. “Should we–. Should I, um. Did you wanna, like, cuff me to the bed or something?”

Louis raises his eyebrows. “I don’t know. Do I need to?”

AU. Harry’s a criminal, Louis’ a cop, and they’re stranded overnight at the Motel 6.

🛏️ All That Matters by red_panda28 / @red-pandaaa {T, 5k}

“The wedding is set to be in five weeks. Your journey will take approximately four weeks and starts in three days. I have arranged for guards to accompany you. A maid will come pack your things.”

OR Omega Prince Harry is send on a journey to his future husband. Alpha Louis is one of the guards travelling with him.

🛏️ The Morning After the Night Before by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup {NR, 4k}

Harry and Louis have more or less grown up together, even now as adults it's tradition for their families to spend a few weeks in the summer at a beach house together.

Problem One: Louis has been in love with Harry forever.

Problem Two: It wont stop raining.

🛏️ like a dream but i wasn't asleep by @alwaysxlarrie {G, 2k}

It's cold outside and Harry just wants to get into his hotel room and go to bed. It should be a simple task, but it’s made more challenging by his complicated relationship with gravity, a booking mixup, and a really hot guy.

Receptionist Amy is the only victim here.

[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.

[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

[rontra]

Persona failteacher yuri, comic #28: a brief reunion with the toriumi of 2009. also, start of phase 4. [AU masterpost]

we are so back! happy new year. and i hope everybody remembered to celebrate failteachers divorce eve

this one took a long time to draw due to Outside Factors so its a tad scatterbrained but i reunited with my groove at the end. i missed drawing gags n goofs so much 😭😭 thanks for your patience!

also i switched to a new tablet midway through this one which was a real hit the ground running type moment LMAOO

ms chouno my beloved. thank you for reading! onto phase 4!

[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

[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.

——————————————————————————————

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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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

[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.