#there was only one sleeping bag

[interstellarl01]

Part 4 is here! The Camping Adventures of our Auror Partners continue.

Featuring : Two Aurors with one sleeping bag, a Draco Malfoy on a ranting spree, a Harry Potter going through various stages of emotions, and a little twist in the middle of the night.

Part 1 - Part 2 and 3 - Part 5

To be continued ...

[mollywog]

Re: something to think about

Peeta & Katniss requesting a single twin sized bed at every hotel when they vacation. Each calling the hotel behind the other’s back and then they check in it’s all fake outrage “this bed is far too small for two people!” Then “guess we just have to make the best of it🤷‍♀️”

Hahahaha I love it!

I’m picturing them ending up with a room with two double beds and using the sheets to make a cave out of the space between and sleeping on the floor!!💚🧡

[duckshuffled]

chip and spruce going camping together or something

hii i hope this is okay for the prompt whee. wasn't too too sure what The Deforestation Brothers over here would get out of some quality time in nature so i just figured spruce talked chip into making a day out of some assignment because he is strange and unusual

[theloveinc]

I am in love with the idea of sugar daddy bakugou, he would have to physically drag me out of bed to class, I set like 5 alarms and then still not go

IT'S ABSURD, like you can't even lie to him abt it either because he has your whole schedule memorized!! You think you've finally gotten away with missing one morning class just to sleep in and cuddle, but NOPE, after one hit of the snooze button he's pulling off your blankets and flickering the lights on and off.

You're like, "can't i just be your housespouse, stay home and do chores???"

And he's frowning, "first you were beggin' me for tuition, now you don't even wanna go???" (i'd immediately get up to argue with him but that's another story)

He is so annoying lmfao. Has an argument for all of your complaints, and will try to slap your butt if you don't get up. And the worst part is that he really does want you to do well !!! and get a degree in case you need to support yourself ever. Good LUCK not feeling guilty and trying to get out of homework, too.....

(and LITERALLY ME THIS MORNING, my alarm rang for an hour and apparently i just did not give enough of a fuck to notice😭😭😭)

[rillils]

rils, absolutely nothing hurts more than bucky saying "its fine, im used to it, ive had worse.." whenever he gets beaten up a lot

It’s the simple, matter-of-fact way he says it, that makes it all the more heartbreaking.

If he were crying, if he were slamming his balled-up fists into the wall, screaming, rioting at the unfairness of it all, Steve thinks it might be just that bit easier. Then, at least he could wipe Bucky’s tears away, dull the sharp knife-edge of Bucky’s grief with his own hands, hold him in his arms until all the parts of him came back together.

But Bucky keeps his grief under the surface, silent; private, except for those glimpses his body lets slip sometimes, in the traitorous set of his tense shoulders, or the blanching of his knuckles digging tight into his thighs, or the painful clenching of his jaw.

He brushes off the bruises, the cuts, the dark blood crusting his suit, shrugging his shoulder as Steve coaxes him into the chair he pulled up for him from the kitchen table.

“I’m fine,” he says, his jaw blossoming purple and blue in Steve’s cupped hand. Says ‘I’m fine’ and means it, just the same as Steve meant it when he used to say ‘I can take it’ after each beating in a piss-rank alley, back in the day. He recognizes it; the intimate need to believe it, to make it true, speak it true, even on the days when it started to taste like a lie.

“I’m used to it,” Bucky assures him, speaking softly in the homely kitchen glow, hand squeezing Steve’s knee with gentle purpose – as though that wasn’t the worst part. As thought it wasn’t the cruelest piece of truth.

He’s used to it.

He’s grown used to it.

There are so many things humans can grow into. Grow better. Grow kinder. Grow older. But Bucky’s grown into the pain, was raised into it, shaped into it, until pain became a natural presence lingering under his skin, twining its ancient roots around his ribs.

“You shouldn’t be used to it,” Steve murmurs, dabbing iodine over the tender-looking cut cresting Bucky’s cheekbone.

He shouldn’t have to be used to it.

Habit can turn even the most terrible things into day-to-day routine, given enough time.

Habit will see the hurt and whisper, It’s okay, it’s just another Tuesday. It doesn’t matter. But it does. It matters so much, so much it’s all Steve can see right now. That’s what he tries to tell Bucky, with the swipe of his thumb over Bucky’s good cheekbone, seeking the places where touch won’t hurt, where the caress will stir only warmth, no lurking aches: It matters. That’s the salve he spreads on Bucky’s bruised cheek, before slipping the band-aid into place, smoothing it over with the pad of his thumb, tender like a naked heart: It matters.

So what if the black and blue will have faded tomorrow, leaving behind nothing but the olive skin Steve has worshipped longer and more fervently than any gods or holy ghosts? So what if the wounds will heal fast, and the flesh knit itself back together till there’s not a pale scar left behind? That doesn’t mean Bucky’s not hurting now. That doesn’t mean the heart won’t remember, even when all the evidence is gone.

Bucky must read his thoughts on his face, easy as leafing through a book.

“It’s nothing, I swear,” he insists, rubbing soothing circles on the meat of Steve’s kevlar-clad thigh, a small, lopsided grin slanted on his lips. “I’ve had much worse than this.”

He seems to regret the words as soon as they’re out of his mouth. Steve sees it, how the grin seals back up and Bucky’s eyes widen for a moment, as if he startled himself. The way his Adam’s apple bobs and his lips part and close and part again, hesitating. “Sweetheart.”

“I know,” Steve says. “It’s okay.”

Worse, in their two-people world, is barely a euphemism for the atrocities Bucky has borne, the likes of which Steve couldn’t have dreamed of even when he used to come home with more black eyes and fractured ribs than his stubborn body could afford to handle. Worse is a sore spot they only ever touch carefully, treading hand in hand on crumbling ground, and doing so takes its toll. There’s a time and a place for Worse, and tonight, Steve estimates, they both lack the spoons for it.

“Tell me something else you’re used to.” He wets his lips. “Something nice.”

Bucky’s eyes soften. In the dim, buttery light, his irises glitter like gems, startlingly pretty, and the corners crinkle just so, roped into a genuine smile. “Something nice, huh?”

His palms curl around Steve’s forearms, pulling him into Bucky’s space; and Steve goes, standing up from his chair only to step into Bucky’s inviting embrace, climbing into his lap, hoarded close in Bucky’s capable arms.

It’s precious, how Bucky has to tip his head back to look him in the eye like this. The way he looks up – looks up at Steve like he’s gazing at the stars, eyes full of wonder, of something soft like Oh, like How. How does something this beautiful exist. How does it bring light here, where the world is at its darkest.

Bucky’s flesh hand comes up to touch him, warm, brushing knuckle-first against his skin to stroke the soft underside of Steve’s chin, his fingers overlapping with Steve’s jawline, raspy with the day’s stubble.

“I could list you a whole bunch of nice somethings,” Bucky rumbles, gaze raking all over Steve’s face to drink him in, here, up close where he won’t miss a single detail. As though he could collect every freckle, every mole and laugh line and tuck them away for safekeeping, treasures that they are.

Steve exhales softly, feeling warmed through. Wanted. Desired. Craved, with that delicate, bone-deep hunger with which one craves a caress from their lover.

“Just give me the first one off the top of your head,” he prompts, whisper-soft, and tastes the word when Bucky breathes: “One”, against the curve of his lips, before capturing them in a kiss.

He lets Steve take the lead, and Steve moves them as he sees fit: slow and gentle, the bruises on Bucky’s face demanding that he take care, softly now, easy does it, as he tilts his head to the side and slips tender into the welcoming heat of Bucky’s mouth, dancing their tongues together.

His fingers sink in Bucky’s hair, cradling the nape of his neck as they part, lingering, close enough to breathe each other’s air.

“'Tell you a secret, though,” Bucky husks, breathing in with his eyes closed, his nose rubbing at Steve’s flushed cheek. He’s so warm, so warm all around him. Holding onto Steve with a need so deep, Steve is sure it’ll bruise him too, heart and soul. “I ain’t ever getting used to this, honey.”

Steve feels himself shiver, heat dripping down his spine. I love you, he feels, starting breathless in his lungs, tingling all the way into his fingertips, straining against the seams of his skin, too big to be held within. I love you, love you, love you–

In a cone of yellow light in their kitchen, he holds Bucky tight, and he doesn’t let go.

[astrobei]

the party has a sleepover and everything is fine and normal until the morning when max mayfield wakes up to grab a glass of water and sees mike and will somehow squeezed together in a sleeping bag that’s only supposed to be big enough for one person and mike is drooling all over will’s arm and will is in a weird contorted big spoon position and they’ve got their hands all laced together and fingers intertwined right there in broad daylight in the middle of the living room.

max sighs, downs the glass of water, says aloud to the empty kitchen, “i wish i never got my eyesight back,” and goes back to sleep.

[ninetimesbluedemo]

they're taking trains... they're taking banks and they're taking one piece of baggage!

[todayisafridaynight]

yagami should get his back snapped in half like a toothpick if he wanna fuckin sleep on couches exclusively might as well be doin the same amount of damage

[interstellarl01]

Part 1 is here

Auror partners on a mission - somewhere in the middle of nowhere …

« There was only one sleeping bag » - Part 2 and 3

Part 4 and Part 5

[clawsextended]

on a note to all: my plotting style is something i like to call i have adhd and if i see you on the dash and have an idea chances are i’ll im you about it. i’m an anxious little dude who isn’t always active in a broad scope, and it’s always been my nature to reach out to people. that doesn’t make me even remotely anxious. not even remotely expected to answer me — i totally get it, sometimes you don’t feel the vibe — but a general psa about how i work. i come from the dinosaur era where the only way to communicate with one another on any level was to directly talk to them and frankly i don’t even know how else you’re ever supposed to plot with a person otherwise. like… how do you write if you never talk????

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

diamond dogs sleepover, teenage girls style. i'm talking full squad, sleeping bags, pajamas, snacks, gossip, ill-advised shenanigans possibly involving trespassing and a bathtub, talking about crushes,

[horsegirlhob]

I tend to not consider myself very active but I just came back from a 5 day hiking and camping roadtrip and the first thing I did today after getting home was take a 2 hour walk so actually I think I’m just so affraid of the gym.

[dawningwinds-s]

I just realized that there is not a single Gen V Pokemon in Sleep. This is a crime that the devs should rectify immediately.

[hatchetsfield-arch]

officially in my ted era

[livingbreathingdreams]

Bed-Sharing Fics 🧸

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

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

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Joel Miller

❤︎ Sleeping Bag @quin-ns 🏕

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

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Din Djarin

❤︎ First time sleeping together @littleferal

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Frankie Morales

❤︎ First time sleeping together @littleferal

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Jack Daniels

❤︎ First time sleeping together @littleferal

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Dieter Bravo

❤︎ warm up @ezrasbirdie

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Bucky Barnes

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

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

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Captain Syverson

❤︎ sparse sleep @quietmyfearswith

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

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

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Harry Styles

❤︎ Hey Angel @watchmegetobsessed 🌶🌸⚪️

❤︎ SLEEPLESS @watchmegetobsessed ⚪️🧡

❤︎ First night sleeping over @harrysfolklore

❤︎ changes @sunflowervolvimp3 🌶🌸⚪️🧡

❤︎ Pink Fairy Lights @kwritingbooks

❤︎ Residue @bopbopstyles 🏕🌶⚪️

❤︎ Perhaps the World Ends Here @iconicharry 🏕

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

[touchtoes]

Saying “I love you,” to someone in an extremely intimate moment is overrated. Instead, you can say, “Shall we steal their stupid camper van?”