#only one bed prompts

[scealaiscoite]

reasons for there to be only one bed ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍊 ꒱

¹⁾ they’re undercover as a married couple, and as such need to act like one

²⁾ there’s technically two beds available, but it’s freezing cold and everybody knows body heat works best

³⁾ it’s a camping trip, and one character’s forgotten their sleeping bag

⁴⁾ a character goes to their friend’s house after an emotional upheaval in search of comfort, and ends up staying the night - but refuses to kick the homeowner out of their own bed, resulting in the two of them sharing it

⁵⁾ in a roommate scenario, one character’s bedroom has been rendered unusable - and with the couch being unsustainable in the long run, they proffer sharing the one remaining bed as a solution

⁶⁾ there are two beds, but only one blanket

⁷⁾ a character’s taken ill, and the other party worries too much to leave them alone for even a minute

⁸⁾ in a fit of anger after a mission gone wrong, both characters sleep in the only available bed because no one was chivalrous to offer to take the floor

⁹⁾ a character’s had a nightmare, and needs company to feel safe enough to go back to sleep

¹⁰⁾ the weather takes a tumultuous turn, meaning a late night hangout has to turn into a sleepover when a character gets stranded there for the night

¹¹⁾ it’s a late night at work and when they both grow too tired to continue on, the only option is the lone office couch

¹²⁾ a threat’s been made against one/all character(s) involved, and so under the guise of safety in numbers it’s deemed safest if they stay together - everywhere

¹³⁾ one character joins the other for a late-night conversation, and ends up getting comfortable in their bed next to them - evidently too comfortable, as the char in bed falls asleep on the visitor and effectively traps them there

¹⁴⁾ there’s no bed in the shoddy refuge they’ve found after things went sideways, so when it comes time to sleep the only real choice is to stay close together

and, of course,

¹⁵⁾ it’s the last room available at the hotel after a long trip

[prompts-of-the-pond]

ONLY ONE BED

• “God, I am so tired. Let’s just both get in the bed.”

“But-”

“I am not breaking my back by sleeping on the floor and neither are you. Or are you into that?”

• “I’m taking the bed.”

“You’re not even going to offer it to me?”

“I’m not ruining my sleep quality for you, sweetheart. You can either get the couch, the cold floor, or join me. I don’t bite.”

• “Urgh, I can't wait to buy a new bed. I hate sleeping in yours."

"Uh-huh, okay. I'll be sure to remind you of that when you snuggle up to me in your sleep tonight."

• “What the- one bed? Didn’t they know there’d be two people staying here?”

“I have no idea- Oh wait. Your mom made the reservation for the hotel room, right?”

“...Yes?”

“Have you told her we broke up yet?”

“...Oh no.”

• “Nooo, they messed up my mattress in the move… I’m going to break my back sleeping on the couch!”

“You could always share mine. I mean, you just got here! I’m not going to let my new roommate bend their spine when I have a perfectly good mattress available. At least until we get you a new one, of course.”

“Of course.”

• “I can’t sleep on that goddamn bed anymore. I need one of those special mattresses that help with back pain.”

“What, like the one I use?”

[eusuntgratie]

Trope bingo! They built a wall of pillows between them but ended up spooning anyway for sterek 😁

( read on ao3 )

“Derek?”

Stiles follows him into the dingy, dark hotel room. 

“Derek. There’s only one bed in this room.” 

He doesn’t say anything, just heads straight into the bathroom and slams the door. 

Stiles bites down a snarky retort. He knows today was rough on Derek. He’d tried to get him to talk about it, but Derek had remained stubbornly silent. Stiles has spent enough time with him now to know that it will be more productive to wait him out. To give him a minute to sort through his thoughts instead of pestering him to talk before he’s ready.

He still looks drawn when he emerges from the bathroom. He doesn’t have to say anything for Stiles to know he’s haunted by images of the fire, that his memories are getting muddled with their confrontation with the hellhound. He doesn’t look at Stiles, not really, but he glances at the bed and then in Stiles’ general direction. 

“You can take the bed. I’ll sleep on the floor. This was the only room they had left.” 

“It’s fine, Derek. It’s a king. We’ll both fit.” 

He huffs, jaw tight, as he tries to push down all of his fear and all of his emotions and all of his everything to be the kind of man, the kind of alpha his shitty life has made him think he has to be. 

“Look. It was a shit day. We’re both exhausted. It’s fine.” 

Derek looks pained, so Stiles tries again. He can’t let him sleep on the fucking floor. 

“I’ll make a pillow wall. Luckily they gave us a thousand pillows.” He flips the covers down and makes a line of pillows down the middle of the bed. “See? It’s like two tiny beds right next to each other. You can be comfortable and I don’t have to feel like an asshole. Win-win.” 

Derek just grunts and climbs into the bed. Flips over and stares at the wall. Stiles sighs and heads into the bathroom to scrub away all the dirt and grime and the smell of smoke and ash from his skin.

When he gets out, Derek is still staring resolutely at the wall, body tense. Stiles crawls into his side and turns out the light. Tries to keep himself from flopping around. Hopes the darkness helps Derek settle enough to sleep. 

After a few minutes of quiet, he can’t help it, he has to say something. 

“Thank you,” he murmurs into the dark. 

“For what?”

“Saving me. Again.” 

Derek huffs. 

“I- I didn’t want you to have to get near him. I- I know that the smell and the- I’m sorry, Derek. I’ll come up with a better plan next time.” 

“It’s not your job-”

“None of this is your job either. We’re a team. All of us. We can keep you safe too. I can. I don’t- I know that he burned you. I didn’t- I-”

“It’s already healed, Stiles.”

“Well next time there’s a fucking hellhound I’ll figure out a way to keep you away from it. You shouldn’t have to deal with- with that. Not on top of everything else.” 

Derek breathes out, slow, like he’s trying to keep his emotions in check. 

“Thank you. For thinking of that. I’m-it’s fine. But thank you.”

They lapse into quiet, and Stiles’ thoughts spin. He wonders if Derek smells fire when he thinks of his family, the way Stiles smells the hospital when he thinks of his mom.

Stiles dreams of fire, hospital rooms, alpha red eyes, and the look of fear on his mom’s face from the end, when she thought he was trying to kill her. 

He wakes up warm, and when he blinks his eyes open, he realizes Derek is wrapped around him. 

He lifts his head, probably noticed the subtle change in Stiles’ breathing pattern, and starts to pull away. 

“Sorry, I- you were- you had a nightmare, I think.” 

Something about Derek pressed up against him like this makes him feel safe, like everything will be alright. Maybe he can give that to Derek too. 

Derek pulls away but Stiles follows him, keeps them tangled together. 

“Don’t- stay, I mean. I did have a nightmare. Did you?”

“Yeah. The fire.” 

Stiles squeezes his arm. “Did it, um, did it stop when-?”

“Yeah.” 

“Me too. So just, stay. Yeah?”

“Okay.” 

Stiles shifts until he feels like he’s holding Derek as much as he’s holding him. 

“Go back to sleep, Derek.” 

“Okay.” 

He squeezes him tighter, and Stiles listens to his breath moving in and out, in and out, until he drifts off to sleep. He dreams of green-gold eyes, and a tiny smile that can’t quite be hidden, and he feels safe and relaxed and at peace. He’s not sure if Derek nosing at his hair, breathing him in, happens in his dream or here in the hotel room, but either way he hopes it helps. 

“Derek?”

Stiles follows him into the dingy, dark hotel room. 

“Derek. There’s only one bed in this room.” 

He doesn’t say anything, just heads straight into the bathroom and slams the door. 

Stiles bites down a snarky retort. He knows today was rough on Derek. He’d tried to get him to talk about it, but Derek had remained stubbornly silent. Stiles has spent enough time with him now to know that it will be more productive to wait him out. To give him a minute to sort through his thoughts instead of pestering him to talk before he’s ready.

He still looks drawn when he emerges from the bathroom. He doesn’t have to say anything for Stiles to know he’s haunted by images of the fire, that his memories are getting muddled with their confrontation with the hellhound. He doesn’t look at Stiles, not really, but he glances at the bed and then in Stiles’ general direction. 

“You can take the bed. I’ll sleep on the floor. This was the only room they had left.” 

“It’s fine, Derek. It’s a king. We’ll both fit.” 

He huffs, jaw tight, as he tries to push down all of his fear and all of his emotions and all of his everything to be the kind of man, the kind of alpha his shitty life has made him think he has to be. 

“Look. It was a shit day. We’re both exhausted. It’s fine.” 

Derek looks pained, so Stiles tries again. He can’t let him sleep on the fucking floor. 

“I’ll make a pillow wall. Luckily they gave us a thousand pillows.” He flips the covers down and makes a line of pillows down the middle of the bed. “See? It’s like two tiny beds right next to each other. You can be comfortable and I don’t have to feel like an asshole. Win-win.” 

Derek just grunts and climbs into the bed. Flips over and stares at the wall. Stiles sighs and heads into the bathroom to scrub away all the dirt and grime and the smell of smoke and ash from his skin.

When he gets out, Derek is still staring resolutely at the wall, body tense. Stiles crawls into his side and turns out the light. Tries to keep himself from flopping around. Hopes the darkness helps Derek settle enough to sleep. 

After a few minutes of quiet, he can’t help it, he has to say something. 

“Thank you,” he murmurs into the dark. 

“For what?”

“Saving me. Again.” 

Derek huffs. 

“I- I didn’t want you to have to get near him. I- I know that the smell and the- I’m sorry, Derek. I’ll come up with a better plan next time.” 

“It’s not your job-”

“None of this is your job either. We’re a team. All of us. We can keep you safe too. I can. I don’t- I know that he burned you. I didn’t- I-”

“It’s already healed, Stiles.”

“Well next time there’s a fucking hellhound I’ll figure out a way to keep you away from it. You shouldn’t have to deal with- with that. Not on top of everything else.” 

Derek breathes out, slow, like he’s trying to keep his emotions in check. 

“Thank you. For thinking of that. I’m-it’s fine. But thank you.”

They lapse into quiet, and Stiles’ thoughts spin. He wonders if Derek smells fire when he thinks of his family, the way Stiles smells the hospital when he thinks of his mom.

Stiles dreams of fire, hospital rooms, alpha red eyes, and the look of fear on his mom’s face from the end, when she thought he was trying to kill her. 

He wakes up warm, and when he blinks his eyes open, he realizes Derek is wrapped around him. 

He lifts his head, probably noticed the subtle change in Stiles’ breathing pattern, and starts to pull away. 

“Sorry, I- you were- you had a nightmare, I think.” 

Something about Derek pressed up against him like this makes him feel safe, like everything will be alright. Maybe he can give that to Derek too. 

Derek pulls away but Stiles follows him, keeps them tangled together. 

“Don’t- stay, I mean. I did have a nightmare. Did you?”

“Yeah. The fire.” 

Stiles squeezes his arm. “Did it, um, did it stop when-?”

“Yeah.” 

“Me too. So just, stay. Yeah?”

“Okay.” 

Stiles shifts until he feels like he’s holding Derek as much as he’s holding him. 

“Go back to sleep, Derek.” 

“Okay.” 

He squeezes him tighter, and Stiles listens to his breath moving in and out, in and out, until he drifts off to sleep. He dreams of green-gold eyes, and a tiny smile that can’t quite be hidden, and he feels safe and relaxed and at peace. He’s not sure if Derek nosing at his hair, breathing him in, happens in his dream or here in the hotel room, but either way he hopes it helps. 

[ogdoadfates]

There was only one bed/sharing a bed Prompt list

We doing this masterful trope this time lol. Again like always feel free to use for anything.

Person A waking up to a sleeping Person B clinging onto them tightly.

"Did you know you talk in your sleep?"

Person A waking up to Person B curled up and sleeping on top of them.

"Join me?"

Person A helping calm down Person B who woke up terrified and crying from a nightmare.

First time sharing a bed as a couple.

"Can I join you? I just...I just don't want to be alone tonight."

Whispering "Oh you are going to be very embarrassed when you wake up."

"I don't know, you just make me feel safe."

"It's late and we're tired."

Accidentally falling asleep on the bed to wake up to someone walking in on them.

Person A & B finding out when they wake up that they both cuddle things in their sleep (in this case each other)

"I can take the floor?" "No it's alright, besides it's big enough for the both of us."

Person A idly playing with Person B's hair while they are asleep.

Person A waking up to notice Person B was watching them sleep.

Person A staying the night after an event involving Person B.

Person A staying the night to help Person B recover after they were released from the hospital.

"You sure this is okay?"

"Do you want me to stay?"

"This okay?"

"It's alright, I'm here."

"Weirdly, the best sleep I've ever had."

[greenglowinspooks]

Ok guys consider this: DP fic where Danny and Wes run away together

Make no mistake, they still absolutely HATE each other. Wes has been trying to expose Danny’s identity since the beginning, and that hasn’t changed a bit since the GiW appeared.

Now, though, it makes a little bit more sense to Danny.

Wes is at his window, panting and shaking, and he is bleeding. The GiW, he explains, had been harassing him since the beginning. An hour ago, they got the warrant needed to take him into custody, and they went after him immediately. To add to that, they got the papers to go after one other person as well. Danny.

So now, they’re on the world’s worst road trip to Florida or Alaska or some other, equally far away state because Wes has an uncle there who he knows has a deep enough grudge against the government that he won’t sell them out for anything.

They hate each other, and desperately wish they could ditch each other, but Danny’s the only one who can actually keep their rustbucket bike (originally Wes’ brother’s, gifted to him after it started breaking down) working without dropping at least 2 grand on repairs, and Wes is the only one with a driver’s license.

Danny’s honestly surprised that Wes didn’t just sell him out. Wes told him that, quite frankly, he probably would have, had the GiW not attacked him as viciously as they did. He still hated Danny, of course, but he couldn’t live with himself if he just…left someone to get tortured like that.

Danny snaps that he knew the GiW would do that since the beginning, and if Wes had just listened to him—

In truth, he’s surprisingly touched. He’s never gonna tell Wes that, but still.

Basically just roadtrip of hell where Danny and Wes slowly get closer and start to understand each other, while simultaneously Jazz and Sam are working together to politically destroy the GiW, Tucker is running digital interference as much as possible (Danny, please stop showing your full face in front of security cameras, are you trying to give him a seizure), and the parents Fenton are beginning to think that they might’ve, just maybe, made a slight mistake in their understanding of Phantom.

[spacedace]

Quick dp x dc prompt:

Danny, Tim & Kon decide to play matchmaker to Elle, Damian and Jon because they're sick and tired of the three of them dancing around each other.

They are unaware that Elle, Damian and Jon have decided to do the same thing to them for the same reason.

There's so much matchmaking collateral damage (other people stumbling into schemes and dating the people they fell into them with).

[x-emeraldsky-x]

Prompt - Only One Bed

Shikamaru groaned lightly as he walked to the village gate. Per Hokage's orders, he was tasked with housing one of the Hidden Sand's Jounin for a week, and as much of a drag it was, he was grateful only his father was home for the duration. He loved his mother dearly, but he had no intentions of hearing any talk, whether it was about dating, marriage or sex.

The very thought of bringing a woman to his mother shook him to his core, especially a woman like Temari. Temari was very forward, and often she'd lack a filter for the things she'd say. His mother quite easily took offense to things, and Temari's "I-Don't-Give-A-Fuck" nature was surely a horrible mix.

As the gate neared he tried to push his exhaustion away. Temari was a woman in high power, and despite what his younger self would think, Shikamaru respected her quite a lot. It was important to him to look professional in front of her.

Temari was a very intelligent woman. Often her battle strategies had led Sunagakure strongly, she was an amazing leader. Authoritive, but still caring towards the soldiers of Suna. She also showed great skill when it came to puzzles and boardgames, she was one of the few people to come close to beating him competitively. Her dedication to protecting her family was also quite admirable; always rushing in to defend her brothers, even when they were strong enough to do it themselves. She was so full of love, and balanced her work and home life well. Shikamaru admired her strengths greatly.

A light burn on his cheeks brought him out of his thoughts, whether it was a blush or the sun, he wasn't sure, but Temari's voice began to creep to his ears. He had to focus now.

Temari stood talking to a couple guards at the gate, the two that often teased Shikamaru for his apparent "obvious crush", Izumo and Kotetsu. Dreading the embarrassment, he waited for her to finish talking before approaching so they didn't have to stay long.

He muttered a small greeting, ignoring the shit-eating grins from the men beside him, and turned to Temari.

Her eyes carried dark circles, clearly tired from her travels. She had a tendency to get careless and do the whole trip on one nights sleep and a nap, and while Shikamaru found it troublesome, it was the perfect excuse to get home faster.

"Oh! There's the little love bird. It's such a shame he always keeps you waiting. It's already late afternoon!"

"Yeah! Come on, Shikamaru. Have some mercy on the poor girl, she's already stuck with you~"

Temari shook her head, half waving to them while walking off. The two said their goodbyes, and after Shikamaru glared at the them for their immaturity, he started to lead Temari across town.

They went their typical route, passing shops with their keepers trying to draw Temari in with their wears, kids dancing and playing together on the path, and all the usual Shinobi and Kunoichi making their way to their posts. It was relaxing in the only way your hometown could bring, and although Temari wasn't from Konoha, he could see her enjoying it too.

She watched the busy streets with a soft smile, the same smile she gives to her brothers, full of love and admiration. There was a sadness in her eyes, though. The sadness of growing up, or more so, watching your family grow up. Shikamaru didn't understand how it felt, but maybe one day he would.

As the sun began to set, they arrived at the house. Loud talking and slight shouting rustled the walls. Shikamaru groaned, recognising the voices, and slid open the door.

"I'm home, father... and Chouza and Inoichi."

The three men turned to them, raising their glasses and laughing. While Shikamaru and Temari stepped inside and removed their sandals, the room was filled with tipsy greetings.

"Welcome home, son. And, uh... who's your friend?"

"She's uhm, a Jounin. From Suna. She's staying here for a week."

Temari looked around while Shikamaru spoke with his father, grimacing at the smell of alcohol as she passed by. Family photos and clan symbols lined the walls. It was far more cozy than her home at Suna. With both her and Kankuro on missions, and Gaara as the Kazekage, it was practically unlived in.

Bits and pieces of conversation filtered in through her focus, Shikamaru arguing with the three men about their relationship. In a way, it reminded her of her own parents during their love, commenting on any boy she showed interest in and teasing her about crushes. None the less, what Shikamaru said was true. They weren't together, and while she was an adult and he was still 16, they wouldn't be until many years have passed.

Eventually, Shikamaru got fed up with their banter and lead Temari to his bedroom, where she would be staying throughout the trip. It was a small room with a simple double bed, very little furniture inhabited it aside from necessities. It had a door leading to a private bathroom as well.

Exhausted and quite gross from her travels, Temari decided to hit the showers while Shikamaru prepared the room better. Fluffing the pillows and making sure nothing vulgar was out in the open; he was a boy in his late teenage years of course. When he was done, he sat and waited for her on the bed.

The sound of running water covered the loud three man party in the living room, Shikamaru was rather surprised that Ino and Chouji weren't there was well. Usually if one generation of "Ino-Shika-Chou" was present, the other would be too. Maybe his father took pity on him and decided just three people teasing him was enough.

Around five minutes had passed before the water shut off, and Shikamaru prepared to take one himself. The door opened and after one final look around the room, he had a realisation.

"Where are you gonna sleep, Mr. Crybaby?"

He didn't have another place to sleep.

Shikamaru's face began to flush from embarrassment. How did he not plan this out better? He felt like an idiot. Temari's laughter didn't help either.

"I didn't plan this right."

"Clearly," Temari snorted. "But it's fine. I'll sleep on the floor, I have a sleeping bag."

Shikamaru watched her unfurl it, stopping her before she laid down. Temari raised her eyebrow, unimpressed by the contact.

"No. You've had too big of a walk to be sleeping on the floor. Take the bed."

Temari moved her body from his, crossing her arms and looking down at him. It wasn't much of a tactic to intimidate him, only to show her displeasure, but it was affective in both.

"I'm not taking your bed from you."

"I'm not letting you sleep on the floor!"

They went back and forth for a few minutes, both just as stubborn as the other, before Temari gave up.

"Look, if it's that important to you, lets just share the bed. Put pillows in the middle."

Shikamaru grumbled lightly. While he did respected her greatly, she was quite a troublesome person. He swallowed his pride and accepted.

The rest of the evening went smoothly from then on. Shikamaru gathered some food for them while Temari took the time to relax; stretching and easing the tension in her muscles. Shikamaru's matress was soft. It sunk in beneath her weight quite a bit, constantly making the pillow wall fall apart, but it was worth the annoyance after the past few days.

Shikamaru came back with a simple meal. With how fast it came, Temari guessed it was premade. Shikamaru didn't seem like the type to cook, quickly or good, but food was food in the end.

While they ate, Shikamaru looked at Temari closely for the first time since he met with her. She was only wearing a bra and long pants, a good portion of her skin showing, and the most odd thing, she had her hair tied into two rather than four. Her skin looked rough and damaged from wear he sat, he was willing to bet it'd feel just the same, and her body had many healed scars from training and battle. He had heard how harsh Suna's training was, he wondered how many scars were from village people and how many were from enemies.

"Whatdya staring at?"

Shikamaru turned away embarrassed. "Nothing... sorry."

She laughed and shook her head, finishing her food before lying down again.

"You apologise too much."

Shikamaru ate in silence, trying to keep his eyes to himself. She was right in a sense, he apologised a lot when it came to her, something about her nature made him want to, even if it was any other person he'd just shrug it off. Deep down, he knew his father was right. Izumo and Kotetsu too. Naruto, Asuma, Chouza and Inoichi. They were all right. He loved her, he just wasn't ready to admit it.

Temari tossed and turned for a bit trying to get comfortable, settling for laying in her side. Back facing him. Part of him wanted to pull the blanket over her, another part wanted her to hold him close. He settled for taking care of the dishes, trying to pull his mind away from his feelings.

When he returned, snoring had filled the room. Temari's position much more sloppy then when he had left. It was unladylike, but still beautiful. Shikamaru smiled softly, the muscles in his face straining when he tried to stop.

Turning off the light, he crawled into the bed beside her, her body out of sight with the pillows dividing them but the feeling of her body remained. The bed was more comfortable, more warm, and more cozy with her in it, and he quietly wished she could be there longer than a week.

Shikamaru's eyes grew heavy with the warmth, the sound of her snoring made him feel oddly at ease. Usually he hated noise when he was trying to sleep, but there was something about Temari that made it tolerable. She made him feel safe, protected, at home. It was easy to fall asleep by her side.

In the morning, he was sure she'll find a way around sharing a bed, but for now, he'd enjoy her comfort while he could.

[mochiiniko]

@sirwow and they were ROOMMATES

[bjurnberg]

New AU just dropped

It’s got everything! Fake marriage! Social pressure! Inescapable location! Drunken shenanigans! Only one bed! First kiss in front of cheering crowd!!

Just add blorbos!!!!

[scealaiscoite]

prompts for sharing a bed ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱

— sharing a pillow and waking up with their faces only centimetres apart

— cuddling in their sleep

— falling asleep to the sound of the other’s heartbeat

— warming their hands by slipping them up the other’s shirt and onto their back/stomach

— playing with the other’s hair while they sleep

— falling asleep with their head laying in the lap of their lover

— waking up to their partner tracing the divots of their spine

— one talking to the other when they think they’re asleep

— waking up in the other’s arms

— resting their head on the other's stomach, only to fall asleep there

— drawing patterns onto their partner's body

— intertwining their legs together

— sleeping back-to-back

— watching the other sleep

— going to sleep as the big spoon and waking up as the little spoon

— one talking in their sleep and the other listening fondly

— lovingly tracing the other's scars

— gently kissing the other awake

— one falling asleep on the other's shoulder while they talk

— massaging wherever is sore

[fanovember]

IT'S TODAY! IT'S TODAY! HAPPY FANOVEMBER EVERYONE!! AND HAPPY WRITING!

1. Corruption arc

2. Faerie

3. Robots/SciFi

3. Coffee shop au

5. Mermaids

6. Only one bed

7. friends to lovers

8. stress baking

9. Vampires

10. Online dating

11. Amnesia

12. Ghosts

13. Polyamorous

14. Adopted child

15. Pirates

16. Hurt/comfort

17. witches

18. Slice of life

19. idiots in love

20. established relationship

21. Found family

22. miscommunication

23. DnD

24. insomnia

25. Fake dating

26. protective

27. soulmates

28. Angel/demon

29. enemies to lovers

30. magic school

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 9

Geralt can't sleep without cuddling Jaskier. He always does it IN his sleep, and only finds out when he wakes up in the morning before Jaskier wakes up. In the winter, it's hellish trying to sleep without him

They've had amazing luck with jobs recently and have plenty of money. Jaskier wants to treat them to separate rooms, and is confused why Geralt is moody all of a sudden. They'll figure it out.

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #984

The ‘there’s only one bed’ trope but whump.

Two characters collapsing onto the mattress - uncaring of their attire/the blankets that are still tucked in. 

The caretaker laying on a backpack as a pillow to get some sleep, while the whumpee is passed out across the mattress. 

The whumpee having no choice but to lay on the floor because the mattress is too soft/lumpy for their damaged back.

Tearing open plastic bags to protect the mattress from field surgery.

Leaving a tip for the housekeeping service as an apology for the mess. 

The caretaker hesitantly leaving for food/other necessities. 

The whole team, after rescuing the whumpee, lay on every inch of the double mattress as the whumpee doesn't want to be alone, and equally the team wants to make sure that the whumpee is okay/will pull through.

The caretaker waking up and wondering why the blanket feels damp - only to discover the whumpees stitches have been pulled/their bandage has been bled through/the whumpee failed to mention a severe injury. 

The whumpee waking everyone up from a nightmare and apologising profusely. Bonus points if this character has always done everything in their power to hide these episodes.

The whumpee anxious about sleeping around other people because of their frequent nightmares.

Huddling for warmth because the heater is broken. 

The AC is broken, and the whumpee is struggling through a fever - even the open window doesn’t help. 

Using the small soaps the hotel offers to clean up, and hissing through the sting of scented soaps on their wounds.

The whumpee asking the caretaker to stay, so they climb in next to them. 

The recently rescued whumpee having to be convinced they are safe; the caretaker does multiple sweeps of the room. Eventually they compromise by having the whumpee tucked into the caretakers side, and sleeping with the lights on. 

[emonydeborah]

trektober day 22: only one bed

"You can have the bunk."

"Chris, I couldn't possibly-"

"Una, really." Chris smiled reassuringly. "I promise I don't mind. The floor can't be worse than camping in the mountains, right? I used to do that all the time."

Una pursed her lips. The bunk seemed smaller and smaller the longer she looked at it, with it's one lumpy pillow and thin blanket. But their deck was currently exposed to the cold emptiness of space, and everyone was ordered to double up and make do. Una was assigned to the repair crew the next day, but no one was hopeful they'd have their bunks back anytime soon.

"See?" Chris spread his blanket on the ground and patted it like he was showing off a king-sized bed. "This will be fine." He stretched out on his back with an odd little growl humans seemed to make when they were particularly comfortable. It did not hide the tension already forming in his body.

Una crossed her arms and grimaced down at him. He cracked one eye open.

"Get up Chris. We'll both fit."

Chris gaped at her. "Una, it'll-" He looked at the bunk and cleared his throat. His cheeks were pink. "It would be a pretty tight fit."

Una shrugged and peeled back the blanket. She slid into the bed and pressed as close to the wall as possible. "We've shared a sleeping bag," she said, and patted the mattress.

"That was an emergency!" Una rolled her eyes.

"So is this. Come on." She raised her eyebrows and he stared up at her. After a minute he gulped and climbed into the bunk, making every effort not to touch or crowd her. Una rolled her eyes and threw the blanket over him.

"Computer, lights."

If she woke up wrapped tightly in his arms, well. Sometimes Starfleet called them to make sacrifices. And if she snuggled back into his warmth, no one would know, anyway.

[skyward-floored]

Another word game: Shattered (Yes I'm choosing words that would most likely lead to downer plots on purpose, it's just a mood)

Cobwebs brushed at Twilight's hair and caught on his sword as he and Four made their way through the dungeon, the light from their lanterns casting unnerving shadows along the walls.

Four suddenly gasped and stumbled backwards, enough that Twilight had to stop him from falling over, and as he caught the smithy and looked to see what had startled him, his own breath caught in his throat.

A shattered mirror stood across the room, glass still trapped in its warped frame, and as Twilight stared at it, a flash of orange hair caught his eye.

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

OH GOD I really want to write that safehouse cuddle fic HAAAAAA