#And There Was Only One Bed

[fandomsandfeminism]

Yall wanna hear a kinda funny, kinda sad story about my grandmother and hetero-normativity?

Ok, so... when my grandmother was in her 50s (I was an infant), she met a woman at the Unitarian Church. And, as can happen when you meet your soul mate, this event made it impossible for her to deny parts of herself that she had fiercely hidden her whole life.

All the drama- their affair being found out, the divorce with my grandfather, the court battle over who got the house, happened while I was a baby. Even in my earliest memories, it's just Mama Jo and Oma, and my grandfather lived elsewhere (first his own apartment, then a nursing home, then with us.)

But here's the thing- no one ever explained any of this to me. No one ever sat down and was like "hey, Rosie, so do you know what a lesbian is?" It was the 90s. It was Texas. I think my mom was still kinda processing all this, and just assumed that like... I was gonna figure it out. Don't mention it, let it just be normal. Like I think my mom thought that if she explained the situation, she would be making it weird? I dunno.

But like. In the 90s, in all the movies I had seen and books I had read, do you know how many same sex couples I had seen? Like. 0. Do you know how many "platonic best friend/roommates" I had seen? A lot. I had no context, is what I'm saying.

I literally thought this was a Golden Girls, roommates, besties situation until I was like...I dunno, 11? 12?

It was actually their parrot, an African Grey named Spike, imitating my grandmothers voice saying "Johanna, honey, it's getting late", that triggered the MIND BLOWN moment as I realized that *there's only one master bedroom and it only has 1 waterbed* when all the pieces finally clicked.

Anyway. I think it's a real important thing for kids to know queer people exist, for a lot of reasons, but also because kids can be clueless and it's embarrassing to have your grandmother be outted by a parrot because everyone just thought you'd figure it out on your own.

Anyway, here is my grandma and her wife, my Oma, after they moved to Albuquerque to be artsy gay cowboys and live their best life. They helped run a "Lesbian Dude Ranch" out there (basically just with funding and financial support. As Oma has explained "traditionally, most lesbians don't have a lot of money" so they wrote the checks and let the younger ladies actually run the ranch.)

[ovegakart]

Link and Orville are not sure how to fix Hylia, she seems fine, just small. They plan to stay at an inn for the night and travel further up death mountain tomorrow. Unless,,

last chapter

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

just a little something for the darling @yournowheregirl to wake up to! it sounds kinda dumb and insignificant, but i always appreciate your tags in the fun tag games that come across your dash and for always being one of the first that ask something from those ‘ask me’ posts i reblog! it makes me feel appreciated and i am super grateful every time 🥰🫶🥹

There was meant to be two beds.

Steve specifically got a double king room for the goblins, and another room with two queens for him and Eddie.

So of course as soon as they got into Milwaukee the night before the D&D themed nerd fest, the (actually very nice) woman at the front desk says: “We had to swap around the rooms, but the two will still sleep all you boys, don’t worry!”

Whatever. That’s fine, right? They’ll all have a spot to sleep the next two nights they’re here for the kids’ (and Eddie’s) dragon game convention.

He gets back to their rented minivan and passes the key cards to Eddie in the passenger seat.

The van was just the first point of contention between him and the kids’ beloved Dragon Meister, followed closely by…everything else.

The first thing Eddie said when Steve showed up in the rented van was “King Steve is coming along on our journey?”, to which Steve could only respond with “This ‘super cool’ guy you assholes have been going on about this whole time is Eddie “The Freak” Munson? Really?”

Following closely behind are: the tapes and tapes of loud garbled ‘music’ Eddie insists on playing, his absolutely tragic way of unwrapping Steve’s burgers for him when they stop for lunch, the wariness Steve has in the first place about this being the guy Dustin wouldn’t stop talking so highly about…this nerdy, obnoxious, third-time senior…great.

“204 is the Hellions’ room, 207 is us.”

Eddie bends an arm backwards into the feral beast enclosure the second two rows have become over the last six hours and Steve’s surprised he still has his hand when it returns to the front.

Steve gets the van parked in the hotel’s garage, and they head up to their rooms.

“Alright, assholes,” he says to the somehow still rambunctious masses, “This is you guys, Make sure you’re up by eight so we—“

“Yeah Steve, we got it,” Dustin scoffs, “As if we’d risk being late to this.”

Steve rolls his eyes with a “Fine, goodnight.” and shuffles the few steps across the hall to his and Eddie’s door, leaving the troops to file into theirs.

The only thought in his head is of laying down and getting the fuck to sleep. It wasn’t even that late but—

“Oh you’ve got to be shitting me.”

So that’s what brings them here. To their one barely queen sized bed.

“I guess I’m on the floor then, huh?”

“I’m not about to let you sleep on the floor.”

“Oh, the King has chivalry does he?” Eddie rolls his eyes and throws his duffle onto the armchair in the corner.

“As much as you, asshole; I just want you to have the energy to corral the gremlins tomorrow.” Steve scrubs a hand down his face. “Look, we’ll just deal with it tonight and I’ll get another room tomorrow.” he lies. As if he’s got the cash for that.

Eddie looks him over, and seems to come to whatever conclusion he needs to because he says “Fine, but you better not be a blanket hog.”

Eddie’s the worst blanket hog Steve’s ever had the displeasure of knowing.

He thought Robin was bad, but this is something else.

Eddie’s fully a burrito within an hour of laying down. After a hearty, but silent, game of tug of war over the worn duvet.

Steve falls asleep angry and cold, and wakes up on a cloud.

He’s so warm and so entangled in the comforter, he can’t help but snuggle deeper into the pillow he’s clutched onto.

The pillow hums back at him and scoots itself under his chin with a sigh.

Steve squeezes tighter onto the pillow momentarily, but his curiosity of why his pillow’s making noise gets the better of him.

He cracks his eyes open, looking down at the thing in his arms.

It shifts as well, and Eddie Munson blinks up at him with those (holy shit…beautiful, deep, dark) doe eyes of his.

“Hi.” Steve breathes.

Eddie’s eyes flutter shut, and shuffles himself back into Steve’s neck.

Steve chooses to blame the still sleepy bit of him for curving himself back around Eddie.

“How’d you sleep?” Steve whispers into the now-bared hairline under the other man’s bangs.

“Fucking amazing…” Eddie mumbles, snaking an arm over Steve’s waist and settling a hand in the middle of his back. “How ‘bout you, Stevie?”

“Stevie, huh?” Steve chuckles.

It’s only then that Eddie seems to come to his senses, his head shooting up before he scrambles away, falling straight onto his back between the opposite side of the bed and the wall with an “Oof!” and a “Fuck!”

“Oh shit!” Steve shuffles off the bed and helps Eddie back up, ”You alright, Eds?”

“Yeah..yeah, I’m fine..” Steve gets Eddie back on his own two feet and (reluctantly) lets him go once he’s stable.

‘Reluctantly? Why reluctantly? What the hell??’

“Sorry I was all over you, not the greatest thing to wake up to, huh?” Eddie says, huffing a sardonic laugh under his breath.

Steve hums nonchalantly, “It wasn’t all bad, I slept pretty fucking amazing too.”

Eddie hums an acknowledgment, then: “I wouldn’t—“ Eddie starts at the same time Steve says “I should—“

“You go ahead,”

Eddie’s hands come up between them, spinning the rings on his fingers nervously. “I was going to say that…I.. Iwouldn’tmindifyoustayedtonight..too.”

Steve blinks. “Good thing I was going to say that I really should save my money.”

Eddie’s smile is slightly nervous, but there’s a hopeful tinge to it that Steve can only assume means what he thinks it does (hopes it does).

“Leaves me with more to spend on the Gremlins, right?” he shrugs.

Eddie beams. “Glad to know we’re on the same page, Harrington.”

also, if you haven’t heard it recently: Alice, YOU’RE DOING AMAZING SWEETIE 🤩

[clove-pinks]

In his 1839 travelogue Diary in America, Captain Frederick Marryat described the crowded and rustic hotels that a traveller in the United States could expect at this time, especially in remote areas far from cities and large towns. Rooms might include "three or four other beds," most of them with two people in each bed. Then, he shares an anecdote about an American friend:

A New York friend of mine travelling in an Extra with his family, told me that at a western inn he had particularly requested that he might not have a bed-fellow, and was promised that he should not. On his retiring, he found his bed already occupied, and he went down to the landlady, and expostulated. “Well,” replied she, “it’s only your own driver; I thought you wouldn’t mind him.”

A fascinating look at the attitudes around male bed-sharing in 1830s America, and an underutilized historically accurate take on "there was only one bed"! Imagine your OTP: forced to share a bed by the landlady.

[laeana]

extract from this video

[cowtool]

POV you and your lover roommate throw away all your furniture and have to share one inflatable couch-bed but he won’t stop eating nuts and is going into anaphylaxis

Hehe this is my first post on this blog :3

[sheltereredturtle]

and they were roommates

[fallingforfandoms]

So und nicht anders hab ich mir diesen fanfic trope mit den beiden vorgestellt, ngl.

[musette22]

Overheard in the street last night on my way back from a night out:

Drunk guy 1, whining: "I don't wanna go home, it's so faaarrrr..."

Drunk guy 2: "Come to mine then, it's closer."

Drunk guy 1: "Yeah, but your couch is tiny..."

Drunk guy 2: "We can share my bed if you want, it's big enough."

Drunk guy 1, after being silent for a moment: "Oh."

Drunk guy 2, quickly: "Or not."

Drunk guy 1, even more quickly: "No that's fine. Ok."

Drunk guy 2: "Ok. Cool."

Drunk guy 1: "Cool."

Drunk guy 3, who's been witnessing this interaction while drunkenly trying and failing to get on his bike: "...wow."

[skelliefranky]

[une-femme-de-lettres]

Call of Duty MWII Headcanons - Soap taking you home to his mom's for the first time

Warnings: Mainly fluff but some spice is to be expected (only a pinch) and some angst too cause I'm terrible person

Note : Sorry this is so fucking long, it's more of an imagine than just headcanons at this point but hey!

John told you about how he enrolled in the military at a young age and left his home to live alone shortly after. This resulted in him never really taking the time to move on from his home with his mom to make a home for himself in his new place, especially considering the very few moments he had on leave from his work.

So when he has to take you with him to his mom’s to introduce you, he is very nervous.

“You look stressed out, are you okay?” “Aye, it’s just… I’ve not updated my room since I left my mom’s house, you know…” “Is that so bad?” “I still have the things I had when I was a kid, she didn’t want to change anything to it, and I never got around to it, really…” “I’ll get to see the man you were in your late teenage years, I’m curious,” you laugh slightly at the prospect. “I still have my single size bed in there...” he says, already feeling embarrassed. “We don’t need much room anyways,” you chuckle, eyeing him with a sly smile. He smiles at what you’re hinting.

Your heart flutters when you enter his room for the first time. It’s painted in a light cerulean color that you can barely see as the walls are littered with football and rock bands posters, medals hanging from hooks and flags of various nature, including a Scottish one. His single bed is there as promised, you go and take a sit there, surprised with the creaking ensued as you do so.

Right after you’ve spotted it, John quickly rips a poster of a girl in a very tiny swimsuit from his wall. “Yeah, that’s not…” he tries to say as he crumples the paper up into a tight ball, throwing it in the closet and closing it swiftly. You laugh silently from your seat as he stands in the middle of the bedroom, hands on his hips, not sure what to say.

“So what about this one?” you ask with a chuckle, your index finger pointing to the ceiling, where another poster is taped in between other sports club images. His facial expression crumbles, his eyes widening as he bolts to the bed, climbing on it and ripping the offending poster off like the other.

You can’t stop laughing as he tries to tidy things up a bit. He assures you he’s tried many times to get rid of some of the stuff but either kept getting set back by his mom or by him having to go back to base.

Once you’re back to the living area, John comes to talk to his mom, rubbing the back of his head. “Maw, I need to arrange things for us to sleep?” He could take the couch while you sleep in his room but, what’s the fun in that. He feels so stupid deciding to take you here so quickly, not even taking the time preparing to welcome you properly. “We can put the air bed, Johnny, it’s fine,” she dismisses him lightly and he looks back at you with a disappointed expression, embarrassed to have to have you sleep in a single bed, alone.

The same night, you watch him try to get some sleep on the small air bed placed on the ground beside his bed. The situation is very amusing to you and you smile to him, your arms crossed under your chin. “It’s like a little slumber party,” he looks at you, annoyed with himself. “Wanna come in my bed? There’s some room left,” he smiles smugly and joins you, spooning you and kissing you. You have several blankets on because it’s very cold tonight and you sink into his warmth with a sigh.

All this cozying up against each other makes you both incredibly horny. You end up trying to have sex very silently and you can’t help but laugh as the bed just keeps squeaking and making noise. John ends up having a fit of laughter, his head resting on your chest as he still tries to support himself with his arms.

You try to shush him so you don’t wake his mom up in the room across the hallway but you can barely keep yourself for laughing loudly. You end up having to make love in a spooning position, very slowly. He puts his hand over your mouth when you’re about to cum and he feels you tighten around him. You scream out your orgasm and your voice gets muffle by his hand.

He pulls you so tight to him since the bed is so small but it’s probably the soundest sleep you’ve had in a long time.

In the morning, he tried to stretch a little and ends up falling down from the bed. You laugh at him as he groans from his place sprawled out on the floor. But you lean out of the bed to plant a kiss on his forehead that makes it all better.

After you’ve settled down a bit from your journey, John decides it’s probably time to clear some of his old room. You ask him if he’s sure he wants to do this since you don’t want him to be pressured to do anything just because you’re here.

You start sorting things out in his room, putting away things he doesn’t want anymore, small objects and trinkets he accumulated over the years. You help him a lot and you’re just curious to learn more about him and his life before your relationship. It’s a nice bonding activity for the both of you.

While rummaging through his closet, you gasp in surprise as you find an old rabbit plushy. It’s a bit worn down but you can tell it’s white and wears a black suit and a monocle. You show it to him excitedly. He starts blushing immediately, shaking his head “Christ, why did she keep that?” “Does it have a name?” you ask, petting the light fur. He pretends to dismiss your question, looking away but you insist. He starts mumbling under his breath. “Mister Nickels.” He groans the name out and you can’t help laughing. That man is just so cute. You insist that he keeps Mister Nickles and he pretends to casually give in to your pleas when you can secretly see in his eyes that he’s so attached to the plushy.

One night, when you’re both asleep in his bed, John starts to twitch in his sleep, trembling and whining, waking you up. You rub your eyes slowly and try to get him to calm down. You know he’s having a nightmare and your heart sinks with worry. “Johnny,” you call softly, trying to wake him up. He ends up waking up with a scream and a jolt, sweating and panting. You take his face between your hands and force him to look at you. “You’re safe, Johnny, you’re safe!” he doesn’t hear you at first but you repeat the same words over and over until he calms down, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his face to your belly. He hugs you so tight, you can barely move. You smile softly as you run delicate fingers through his hair, trying to soothe him.

The door of the room opens slowly and you look over at his mom. “Lass?” she calls for you as she steps into the room, looking at him. “He had a nightmare, it’s alright,” you say with a smile. She approaches hesitantly and caresses his back. “Braw wee Johnny,” she looks at you lovingly, smiling and leans in to plant a kiss on the top of your head. “He’s in good hands, now,” she whispers before walking out silently, leaving your heart melting inside your chest.

[iamthecomet]

-flops down in your inbox and rolls around-

Happy the day after Christmas (not to date this ask lmao), I come bearing the gift of "and there was only one bed" style Dew/your ghoul of choice shenanigans.

So, set-up: Dew and -insert ghoul here- had to go away on some ministry business, maybe they went with a whole group of people or it's just the two of them alone, but either way they wind up having to stay a couple days longer due to the weather being shit back home, making it kind of risky to head back now as they'd be driving into a storm or something.

Anyway, they wind up having to move hotels since the one they're at is booked solid past their original check out date, and they wind up at a smaller hotel -paid for on the ministry's dime, because neither of them feel like they should have to given the circumstances- which leads to the whole, "and there was only one bed" scenario.

Originally, they both had separate rooms, it was a small enough group that the ministry was like, "Yeah, sure, have as much space as you need." but now they've only got one room, and, man, is it weird sharing a confined space with someone else, especially if the two are maybe not on great terms at the moment.

Maybe they fought or they're just not sure about each other yet so it's uncomfortable, but either way one of them is constructing a pillow barrier in the bed on day one... which eventually turns into them spooning on day three or four depending on how long you wanna drag it out for.

Added bonus: Since they're technically not working or on call for anything, they have time to do some shopping/touristy things they didn't get to chance to do on the initial trip, and keep getting asked if they're a couple, because they're carrying each others bags, giving opinions on outfits along the lines of, "Yeah, but it covers up your ass. You have a nice ass, you should flaunt it more." and, "Oh, shut it, you look lovely. Blue is a good color on you!"

Also sharing their food, holdings hands -"SO WE DON'T LOSE EACH OTHER IN THE CROWD!"- and watching other people on dates and going, "Aw, I wanna do that..."

Something, something, Dew doing cheesy romantic gestures to feed into the "joke" that they're on a date, getting the same cheesy romantic gestures in return as a "joke" and both of them catching feelings and nervously realizing that maybe they... they like that kind of stuff when it's that person doing it.

Anywho.

-flips onto my front and sleeps-

*tip-toeing around, trying not to wake you* You're giving me Aeon/Dew thoughts. Dew not so sure about the new quint ghoul. Being stuck with him on this trip to begin with has been frustrating and difficult. Trying to navigate his feelings about there being a new quint at all AND trying to make sure Aeon doesn't do anything stupid since he's still adjusting to life topside. (His glamor only slips once though, Dew has to give him that). And I think Aeon's inexperience is what leads Dew to be like "ok fine let's go do some stuff". Might as well take advantage of their time. But also show the new ghoul a thing or two. Let him buy himself some stuff he actually likes. But also, Dew is glued to him. He's not losing the new ghoul. He's not having that over his head. So they are attached at the hip. Whispering to each other and sitting close together at restuarant tables. Always touching. Less and less pillows in the barrier every night. You could even throw my favorite part of the "one bed" trope in there. Aeon shivering on his side of the bed. Curled up tight, but so cold he's shaking the bed and keeping Dew up. So, Dew just grabs him. Curls an arm around his waist and hauls him backwards, his back to Dew's unnaturally warm chest. Dew ramping up his heat little just to make sure the other ghoul stays warm.

He tells himself it's just because he can't have Aeon freezing to death on his watch--he doesn't want to get sent back to the pit. But really, it's just nice to have someone to hold.

[brokemanthrash]

I'm working on a really long Ryomina fanfiction :') wish me luck! This fic is a SEES Ryoji fic that sees Ryoji (haha get it) joining the team shortly after Makoto does! Time loop shenanigans and canon breaks galore! Some mild Ryoji emotional torture (even though he is my favorite).

Currently, there are nine chapters. It's going to be very long dhshs hoping to reach a few more people who may be interested now that I have a tumblr!!!

Anyways 👉👉 my synopsis is very uninspired. I hope you enjoy anyway.

[acourtofquestions]

How is rowaelin already every romantic trope in one before they even have their first kiss?🫶😂👏

[lambsouvlaki]

For the Hell of It - Yearning (continued)

Characters: jason todd x fem!oc

Rating and warnings: G, no warnings

Summary: jason comes home from patrol and finds her sleeping on his couch. Squabbles over who gets to sleep on the bed ensues.

Masterlist

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A little after three in the morning Jason finished his patrol.

He swung up to his apartment level and let himself in through the window. Wet and cold and aching all over, he disabled the security, then climbed in. The warmth enveloped him. Despite himself his shoulders relaxed.

The rain smudged lights of the city shone through the windows and gently played upon her face where she slept on the couch.

He had spent the entire patrol berating himself for enjoying the domesticity of having Andy as a house guest, the way she had seen him off, and would surely be there when he returned. With a queasy sort of dread it took him back to days of Alfred waiting back at the cave with a cup of hot cocoa with a stern smile to send him off to bed. Days he had missed once, but were now so far behind him that the image unsettled.

Seeing her safely asleep dissipated the confused sensation. She was wrapped up like a burrito in a green afghan Dick had successfully ambushed him with for his twenty second birthday, just her little pout peeking out at the top.

Jason had meant to tell her to take the bed, only he forgot. Damn.

He kept the lights off and walked silently through the house, taking off the leather jacket and top layer of armour as he went. He tended to the night's meager collection of injuries, then he opened his laptop at the dining table and typed out his report while everything was fresh in his mind. Last he did inventory and an assessment of the state of his gear, setting aside anything that needed maintenance for the morning.

Typically he would stay in his full armour for his post-patrol routine, but it felt wrong with Andy sleeping not six feet away, and since the heating was on he didn't mind working in his compression under-armour.

He hated being cold. A childhood with no reliable heating, followed by two winters on Gotham's streets had left their mark. But he hated wasting money even more, and the idea of leaving his heating on all night just for his own comfort when he came home was absurd. He just wore more layers instead. He could put up with it.

Andy shouldn't have to be cold though. That was unacceptable.

His fingers weren't as stiff in the warmth, and the low back pain he usually got around this time was nowhere to be found. He felt more limber all over.

He huffed and looked over at her. He could already hear the 'what if you didn't insist on having a bad time for no reason, idiot,' she would definitely say.

She looked achingly beautiful with only speckled golden light illuminating her against the velvety darkness of the night, like some kind of baroque painting. She shouldn't be on the couch. It wasn't comfortable. He considered how to rectify that, but felt weird about picking her up and moving her around while she was asleep.

With his work all wrapped up for the night, he had a shower and washed away Gotham's grime. He re-entered the living room in flannel pjs with a gust of steam.

Andy was sitting up. She looked around with sleepy, relaxed eyes. Her hair was a mess.

"Hey," he said

"Mm. Jason."

Oh yeah, she wasn't really awake awake. She was always adorably out of it when only just woken up. It took about twenty minutes for her usual cynicism or any filter to boot up. Before then she was a bastion of serenity, and happy to go along with just about anything. He'd slept on her couch a couple of times and been almost offended by the state of perfect zen she apparently woke up with just by default.

She was also extremely suggestible. Once he showed up at her place at four in the morning after a really bad patrol and asked if she wanted to go for a ride. Anyone else in his life would have started throwing blunt objects for waking them up. She yawned, slid on a coat, and hopped onto the back of his bike like it was all perfectly normal. What else should she be doing at the crack of dawn on a Sunday if not driving to the other side of the state, just to turn around and come straight back?

It made him defensive on her behalf. Her very sensible and risk-averse walls were so completely lowered like this that they may as well not exist. It made him want to double check the security system was working properly. Maybe go shoot her ex in the kneecaps, just to be safe.

"You can can take the bed. I'll sleep on the couch."

She blinked at him. She mustered up a pout, which was a novelty for her current state.

"You were on patrol. In the cold." She laid back down, disappearing from his view on the other side of the couch. "'M not takin' your bed."

Huh, apparently not that suggestible. He looked down over the back of the couch. She was snuggling back into her blanket, her eyes shut.

"Hey, no. Wake up. Off the couch."

An eye cracked open and looked up at him. "My couch." The eye drifted shut again.

"Really? This is where you draw the line? You let me talk you into giving me the only coffee in your house for no reason last time I stayed at your place."

"Your back hurts after patrols," she mumbled.

"I--how do you know that?"

"I don't know." She yawned, and pulled the blanket higher. "I'm very wise."

He rolled his eyes and circled the couch. "My back is fine. Can I prove it to you?

"Okay."

He leaned down, scooped her up, and lifted her into the air.

"Oh," she sighed, only briefly surprised. She curled up in his arms like a very large shrimp. "You're so strong."

"Yeah, sweetheart, I know," he drawled, carrying her to the bedroom.

"Makes me feel like a precious little thing when you pick me up."

He grinned down at her. Awake Andy was going to be very embarrassed later on.

"You are a precious little thing," he said. It was meant to be a sarcastic drawl. It didn't sound sarcastic at all. "Be less cute, you're ruining my rep."

She leaned against him and snuggled into his arms. Not for the first time he noticed how much she sank into his touch. He tried not to feel too interested in that.

"No i’m not," she said. "You're the big scary Red Hood and you don't make anyone feel safe, nu-uh."

His lips twisted to try and stop his smile. He stretched his arms out and dropped her onto his bed. She laughed, because of course she did, the menace, and promptly wriggled her way under the blankets. She was just about swallowed by his thick comforter, except for a rogue bare leg sticking out the side presumably for heat regulation.

Belatedly she frowned up at him. "Hey. Hang on."

"Too late now. May as well go back to sleep," he said, and bent down to whisper, "I win."

She gave him a dry look from under hooded eyes. Awake Andy was starting to resurface.

He grinned and kissed her temple.

She made a soft noise in her throat

Oh he shouldn't have done that.

"Goodnight, Jason," she said, looking at him lazily, in his bed. After he carried her into his bedroom.

"Uh, yeah. Goodnight," he said, and fled to the cold isolation of the couch.

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[k0t3x-n3t]

Finally sharing a piece of the sskk arranged marriage WIP I've been working on (I haven't touched it in months)

(AND YES THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED !!!!)