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comfort-person · 8 months

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Publicity stunt

This GIF IM SORRY WHAT?!!!! 😩😩😩😩 anyways moving on this story is based on the ‘one bed’ trope. Yes I’m obsessed. I hope you all enjoy!!

Synopsis: you and Harry are forced to be a publicity stunt. He is your boyfriend for one year. A signed contract. But one problem… you hate each other.

Harry styles x fem! Reader

The lights of the paparazzis blinded you and Harry, Harry’s head bowed as his arm was wrapped tightly around you giving the impression of a protective boyfriend protecting his girlfriend his slender fingers wrapped around your hip as you both walked towards the doors of the five star hotel. Fans were screaming, shoving pictures and cd’s towards him attempting to get his attention but all he wanted to do was relax… what a day it had been. He was chewing a piece of gum, curly hair messy but driving the girls and guys wild as usual. His other hand was holding his water bottle, his sunglasses and his car keys… yes he did in fact have pretty big hands.

Once inside of the hotel, away from the eyes of the public you pulled away from Harry not saying anything to him as you walked to your guys’ hotel room. Eventually once at the right room you slid the card in before pulling it out abruptly the green light flickering slightly letting you know it had been unlocked before you pushed the door open, not holding it open for the man as instead it slammed into his arm “thanks.” He spoke sarcastically, you would’ve said something even more sarcastic if it wasn’t for the issue that had now made itself apparent to you… one fucking bed. Great! Just your luck, right? “Are you serious? Harry didn’t you say you got two separate beds?” You asked Harry dropping his stuff onto the desk

“Yes. I did. But clearly they didn’t listen… it isn’t my fault.” He spoke and you glared at him “not your fault? Pfft.” You scoffed, Harry’s cold green eyes boring into you as he stared an annoyed unimpressed look on his face “and earlier you called me childish. Grow the fuck up y/n.” He spat out, your attention now on him, a steamy angry emotion in both of you as you glared into each others eyes “it’s. a. bed. If you’re so unhappy with it sleep on the floor.” He muttered annoyed before sitting down on the bed, the outside world was already dark, and harry was just about ready for bed. You couldn’t believe what he was saying and hated the fact that he just didn’t seem to care… he was truly a fucking asshole. Gods could your life get any worse? “People describe you as a gentleman… apparently you’re not. Because if you were you would’ve offered to sleep on the floor… cliche but if you did I might actually like you.” You spoke, yet didn’t even get a response from him. He just ignored you. Blatantly ignoring you. It pissed you off. Yet you watched as he soon grabbed a hold of a pillow neither of you would use before he stuffed a pillow in between the already laid out pillows- the one pillow standing up right creating an invisible equal line down the middle of the bed, “there… better princess.” He spoke sarcastically and you glared at him annoyed “you stick to your side. I stick to mine.” He spoke and you just nodded your head, before hurrying into the bathroom with your pyjamas, Harry getting changed himself before the both of you decided to wind down for the night.

Harry’s back was facing you, your back facing him too, the pillow being a lot of help actually yet you couldn’t get comfortable whatsoever. It was as if something was bugging you… and you forced yourself to believe it was him that was bugging you. But in reality it was this whole entire situation… you liked harry… and hated the fact that you both had to go around hiding these stupid fucking lies. You had been fidgeting nonstop for a good hour and a half, Harry’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the wall blankly… he was really biting his tongue. But that’s when your cold foot touched the back of his leg his body jumping

“Jesus Christ y/n! You’re freezing… stop fidgeting and go to sleep” he spoke, voice laced with tiredness the deepness making his voice crackle slightly. “Okay. ‘m sorry.” You muttered before rolling onto your stomach before attempting to sleep again, Harry’s eyes fluttering shut as he sighed softly, relaxing all until a minute later you were moving again- bed creaking, foot colliding with Harry’s ass “ow!” He rolled onto his back neck craned to look at you “will you stop? You’re certainly doing that on purpose.” He spoke, your brows furrowed in discomfort “I’m sorry… I can’t sleep… can’t get comfortable. I miss my home… my own bed…” you murmured Harry’s eyes opening slightly wider as he listened to you “well… you’ll be able to go home sooner once you fall asleep.” He spoke before attempting to roll back over and sleep only to be grabbed by your gentle hand eyes full of sadness and worry

“Harry…” you whispered “y/n.” He spoke in the same tone “hold me.” Those words practically stumped Harry, as he froze, blinking- utterly baffled. Did he just hear you right. “What?” “Hold me Harry. Please… I- I can’t sleep unless close to someone… or something…” usually you had your back pressed against the wall but there was no wall either of the sides of the bed. All apart from Harry. Harry closed his eyes, exhaling quietly before shaking his head “fine.” He rolled over to face you, you rolling over again so your back was facing him before you backed up into his warm embrace- back pressing against his chest, his arms lightly wrapping around your waist hands closed into fists to make sure to not touch you without you wanting him to, your body soon relaxing as you closed your eyes, Harry relaxing too as slowly but surely the both of you fell into somewhat of a peaceful sleep.

Hours passed before eventually it was morning again, 6am to be precise. You would’ve slept in longer if it wasn’t for the fact that Harry’s fans were screaming his name… one side yelling ‘Harry’ another yelling ‘styles’ it was continuous. Annoying. Frustrating.

Your eyes fluttered open confused, a soft groan leaving your lips, yet that soon became the least of your worries as you soon realised you were not facing a wall anymore… but rather Harry himself… your chest pressed against his, face inches from his, your eyes widening slightly in shock…. You must’ve really gotten comfortable last night… Jesus. You stared shocked but didn’t attempt to move as you soon instead found yourself admiring him… his lips… his nose…. The way his eyelashes brushed against the tops of his cheeks… his hair sprawled out onto the pillow lips slightly pouted, arms still wrapped around you tightly and securely. His defined jawline and cheekbones making your stomach flutter. So much so you carefully reached your arm behind you grabbing your phone as you quickly but efficiently took a picture of him asleep, immediately posting it to Instagram keeping your eyes on him but also your phone to make sure he didn’t see you doing such a… romantic? Thing.

A sudden “you know it’s rude to stare,” making you jump a small lazy smirk on Harry’s lips as he stared at you. You quickly turned your phone off dropping it by your side as you stared at him “sorry..” you smiled softly staring at him the feeling you had towards him was now of fondness rather than resentment. “Want to hear a joke?” He asked softly voice lazy and amused and you hummed watching as he smirked “right… okay.. what do you call a dinosaur who constantly kicks you up the bum?” You shook your head not knowing “a megasoreass…” your lips immediately upturned into a smile as you laughed “that’s so fucking stupid Harry.” You giggled out “okay okay I’ve got one…. What do you call someone who crosses the road to find a chicken?” Harry stared confused “uh I don’t know.” “Harry styles.” You spoke, Harry’s eyes narrowing as he glared at you playfully “well who’s the one who likes chicken here? I only eat fish… soo… I guess it’s really y/n y/l/n hm” he smirked at you your smile remaining yet both your faces began to relax as he began leaning in, you moving closer to him as well before the inevitable happened…

Your lips met with his, the pillow that once kept you both from being close to each other now was a place for both your heads to rest, Harry’s hand coming to cup your cheek, thumb brushing against your cheek bone as he kissed you deeply but passionately, eyes fluttered shut, growing more heated, his free hand sliding down your waist and your hands grasping onto his shoulders tightly hands soon curling into his hair, tugging slightly before eventually you were both forced to pull away…. Breathing heavily… looking into each others eyes as Harry stared at you

“Shit…” he murmured

“Shit.” You repeated after him studying his eyes silently… there’s no going back now, right? “Fuck it.” You whispered, lips colliding with his again as you kissed him passionately, the kisses messy and sloppy as his hands travelled down your waist, until eventually you were pulled on-top of him the filthy make out session continuing… and well….

The rest is history.

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memyshelfandi234 · 6 months

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The fact that Stephanie put the one bed trope into acftl is WILD🤣

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latalpavolante · 1 month

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Modern Komorebi Home

A home in the more modern part of Mt. Komorebi which combines contemporary architecture with Japanese inspired design and eco elements. It works well as a residential or a holiday rental for a single sim or a couple and offers space for skill building, relaxing and inviting friends over.

One Bedroom - 1.5 Bathrooms

Special Features: the side porch comes with a grill, a picnic table and a telescope; the balcony includes two loungers, three planters and a bonsai tree

Lot Type: Residential (probably would also work well as a Holiday Rental though)

Lot: 2-4-1 Wakabamori, 20x15, Wakaba, Mt. Komorebi

Lot Traits: Homey, Fast Internet

Price: § 60,284

Packs: SnowyEscape | DineOut | FitnessStuff | DesertLuxe

noCC

MoveObjectsOn cheat required

Playtested (There was one weird issue I couldn't completely solve, more info under the cut)

Available on the Sims 4 gallery!

Gallery ID: LaTalpaVolante

You can watch the speed build on my YouTube channel:

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For some small tweaks TwistedMexi’s T.O.O.L. mod was used, but you don’t need the mod in your game for this to show up the way I built it.

Floorplan and more info under the cut!

Known issue: While I was playtesting, my sim sometimes couldn't wash any dishes in the kitchen sink. Any other interactions with the sink would work without problems though (like taking a glass of water or washing their hands). Deleting the lamp above the sink seems to be the easiest way to fix this. Alternatively, you'd just have to drag the dishes into the sink manually. Sorry for this inconvenice, everything else should work fine though.

(I know I could have swapped out the lamp right away before uploading the build, but the whole issue was somewhat confusing (as I sometimes got the sink to function without having to delete the lamp, so I wasn't sure what was actually causing the issue). I'm also trying to explain it in the video, but yeah, at some point I just gave up and left the lamp where it was... Sorry again...)

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it-happened-one-fic · 11 months

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twisted Wonderland, Cappuccino, spice Cake,

Thanks for the request! I actually recall you sending me ask quite some time ago, it's wonderful to see your name pop up again! I hope you enjoy this Cappuccino and Spice Cake fic!

Later - Jamil

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ fluff/ romantic/ Cappuccino and Spice Cake Prompt

Word Count: 2713

It had all started because I’d given into Kalim’s puppy-dog eyes and gone on vacation with him. For one thing, I would never have given in if I’d known it had been a family vacation, of all things, but I had not been told of that.

It wasn’t that the Al-Asims weren’t nice. In fact, they were some of the friendliest people I’d ever met, which wasn’t surprising when one considered the fact that Kalim came from this incredibly rich family.

Rather, the issue was that it was incredibly awkward to be on a family vacation with a family that was not your own.

Everything had gone fairly smoothly, though, with the Al-Asims being generally jovial and Jamil following along after Kalim just like he always did, though he was a bit more reserved than usual. But I could understand that since he was in the presence of his employers.

Unfortunately, though, the easiness was not meant to last, and that became obvious when we reached the hotel where we would be spending our first night.

The rooms had been paid for ahead of time, but the Al-Asims, being the amazing hosts they were, gave me a room that was separate from the one they’d been staying in so that I would have some modicum of privacy. And that was all fine and good, until I learned that I now had the room that was originally going to be Jamil’s. Which meant he would now be staying elsewhere.

Kalim had laughed off the situation, patting Jamil on the shoulder good-naturedly as he’d waved away the issue, “That’s fine. You can sleep with me. The bed’s plenty big.”

It was then that I got to watch Jamil tense. He disguised it well as he slid away from Kalim with that careful show of respect that was always reserved for when he was treating Kalim as his superior, “No, I could never. I’ll just sleep on the floor.”

And just like that, that was obviously going to be the plan with little else in the way of objection.

The Al-Asims assured Kalim they’d have everything sorted at the next hotel and there would be no issues. Jamil could make it on the floor for just one night, right?

I frowned as I watched everything go down. Because it wasn’t that Kalim’s family was bad. From their view point, this was probably just the way things were. In fact, they behaved as if it were all completely normal. As if they didn’t see the problem with it because they’d never really seen differently.

In fact, their behavior mirrored Kalim’s innocent view of his and Jamil’s friendship before the overblot. Never noticing anything was wrong even though his actions had so affected Jamil.

And, truthfully, Jamil probably would have been fine on the floor. But it didn’t sit right with either me or Kalim, and I certainly wasn’t going to leave things as they were.

“He can stay with me in my room,” I stepped forward with a smile on my face as I calmly entered the conversation between the family members and their servant.

Jamil stared at me in utter disbelief as Kalim’s father frowned, “But you are our guest. We simply couldn’t-”

“I don’t mind,” I cut him off, forging ahead and refusing to give way. “Really, I’ve slept over in the Scarabia dorm, and they’ve slept over in my dorm before. Right, Kalim?”

Kalim brightened immediately, nodding his head enthusiastically as he realized that I was solving the very issue that had been bothering both of us, “Yeah, we had a blast! They’re a great host, and we really had fun both times!”

Fun both times…. Well, outside of the entire overblot situation and being held as a sort of captive, I supposed the trip to Scarabia hadn’t been all bad.

Kalim did well, though, completely selling the part with his enthusiasm as he described both sleepovers to his parents and siblings, careful to omit any mention of Jamil’s overblot with an amount of tact that surprised me considering it was Kalim speaking. But then Kalim would never intentionally do anything to bring Jamil harm.

I watched as his mother, Mrs. Al-Asim, looked towards me with an uncertain smile, “Are you certain, dear? We don’t want to take advantage of your kindness, and Jamil will be comfortable with us.”

Her words brought a smile to my face as I nodded, “Yeah, it’ll be fine. It won’t even be weird, and it’d be nice to let you guys spend some family time together. Right, Jamil?”

I looked towards the man in question, urging him to pitch in and help both me and Kalim, but instead of finding support, I found him staring at me like he was rooted to the spot.

I smiled at him winningly, and Jamil finally blinked robotically before slowly nodding, “I… Yeah, we’ve slept over at Y/n’s place, and they’ve stayed in Scarabia before.”

“Well, if you are all certain….” Me and Kalim both nodded enthusiastically at the Al-Asim parents, who soon smiled at each other in an almost helpless manner.

“Thank you, Y/n. You truly are a very considerate person. We actually have been wanting to spend some quality time with Kalim.” They both looked so genuinely touched that I found myself reverting to measures that were usually reserved for Kalim’s sometimes overwhelming compliments and waving them off.

“It’s no biggie; you guys have a good night,” I gestured subtly to Jamil and he followed me silently until we left the room and I was unlocking the door to our now shared room.

“What was that? I would have been fine,” I rolled my eyes at his harshly whispered words.

I wasn’t surprised that he was going into defensive mode. Jamil never cared for being ordered around or having to go along with others' plans, and here he was having to do just that because of mine and Kalim’s machinations.

“It wouldn’t have felt right to just leave you in there sleeping on the floor when you can just sleep in here on…a… bed……” I trailed off as I looked into the room. Staring at the singular, rather plush bed that had my grand plans crashing to the ground in a fiery heap.

Jamil and I were both silent, staring at the mocking piece of furniture, before he let out a long-suffering sigh, “I’m going back.”

I caught his arm as he turned to walk back out of the room, pulling him to a halt, “Now hold on. This isn’t so bad. See, there’s a couch!”

I pointed emphatically at the three-person chair as I looked towards the young man, refusing to give up now that I’d come this far into saving him from a long night on the floor.

He eyed it silently for a moment before nodding, “Alright, I’ll take the couch then. Good night.”

I frowned, trotting around him and stopping him in his tracks for the second time this evening, “Hang on. You’ve been taking care of Kalim, his family, and me all day. You’re exhausted. You take the bed.”

He stared at me, the fatigue clear on his face as he crossed his arms and fixed me with his signature unimpressed look, “And how would that look? Me sleeping on the bed while the Al-Asim’s guest sleeps on the couch?”

I mirrored his actions, crossing my own arms stubbornly, “They won’t know a thing about it. It’s not like they’re going to come barging into their guest’s room first thing tomorrow.”

I could almost swear his eyeball twitched at my assertion before he shook his head, “No. You’re taking the bed. I’ll be fine on the couch.”

He stepped around me easily, and I found myself letting out a frustrated huff. Permanently annoyed with the way Jamil wouldn’t let anyone just help him or do something nice for him.

“Fine. Since we can’t agree on anything else, how about we just share the bed?” He froze as soon as the exasperated words had left my mouth. I watched as he took on an entirely new expression that spoke of pure shock as he stared at me.

I felt my eyebrows raise as I looked back at him, “What? I’m not going to do anything to you, and it’s not like you can do anything to me. Not with your bosses right across the hall.”

He continued to stare at me, his mouth opening once before he closed it again, apparently at a loss for words. And that was when I pushed my advantage.

“Come on. You’ll stick to your side, and I’ll stick to mine. We can even make a pillow barrier if that’ll make you more comfortable.” I smiled winningly at him as I gestured to the veritable pile of pillows on the various chairs in the room.

He straightened, his annoyance with my teasing at last overcoming his surprise and causing him to round the couch and march past me determinedly, “I won’t need a barrier of pillows.”

He sat down on one side of the bed as I walked over to the other, feigning utter calm despite the fact that I’d already realized exactly how strangely embarrassing this situation was turning out to be, “Alright, it was just an offer since you seemed so nervous.”

“Shouldn’t you be the nervous one?” He twisted to look pointedly at me over his shoulder, “I am the one who ensured you stayed for the duration of our Scarabia ‘sleepover.’”

He grinned then, a triumphant look like he’d just won some sort of battle that soon disappeared when I simply shrugged. Playing it cool even though I felt just as nervous as he’d just been acting now that sharing a bed was actually going to happen.

But it wouldn’t stay that way. That was a promise I made to myself since I knew that Jamil, with all of his exhaustion, would probably fall asleep very quickly. As soon as he was asleep, I’d just slip off the bed and take the couch. Easy peasy.

He’d probably fuss about it in the morning, but I would cross that bridge when I got to it. After all, this way I could ensure we both got a decent night’s rest that didn’t require sleeping on the floor.

We both lay down with our backs to each other as we simultaneously refused to look at the other one. Me to hide how flustered I actually was now that I was in the same bed as Jamil. Him for whatever his own reasons might be.

“Good night,” My words were whispered as I forced myself to relax into the plush mattress.

For a brief moment, my only response was silence before a very quiet, ‘Good night,’ came from the other side of the bed. Putting a smile on my face even despite the situation I’d landed myself in.

I lay there for at least thirty minutes, wanting to just go to sleep but forcing myself to outlast the young man who was just on the other side of the mattress, before I heard his breathing deepen. Jamil had, at long last, fallen asleep.

I relaxed fully, pleased that everything was going according to plan and that he was at last getting to relax on this vacation.

I shifted, starting to move slowly and carefully so as not to wake him, before I was forced to freeze when he began to shift around almost immediately.

I found myself holding my breath as he moved around, trying to get more comfortable in his sleep. I didn’t even realize how close he was until I felt an arm wrapping around me. Making it impossible to escape the bed and causing me to go entirely stiff.

Jamil exhaled peacefully and relaxed once more. Tucking his head against my shoulder and causing me to inhale sharply at his actions.

I didn’t know if my heart was pounding from fears of waking him or just from his mere proximity, but either way, I was fairly certain that I wasn’t going to be falling asleep anytime soon.

But exhaustion works wonders, and soon after I’d resigned myself to my fate, I felt myself relaxing more totally than I had the entire night. Drifting off into a deep sleep even though I was being hugged by the young man, who was now embarrassingly close.

But it was something I could deal with tomorrow morning. And tomorrow morning did come. It came far too quickly.

At first, I woke up slowly, blinking blearily at the unfamiliar room before snuggling into the warm embrace of sheets and the arms that held me wrapped in a secure but comfortable embrace.

And then I froze as everything came flooding back into my memory. I was now fully awake as I recalled everything that had happened just a few hours ago, when it had still been totally dark outside.

I was being held captive, yet again, by the vice-housewarden of Scarabia. It was just that this time I was well-rested and being embraced by said vice-housewarden.

Blessedly, Jamil was not yet awake. But he was stirring.

He inhaled deeply before letting out the most relaxed exhale I’d ever heard from him before he pressed his face against my shoulder. I could quite literally feel the smile curving across his face.

I didn’t even try to hide the squeak that I let out at the sensation, which was somehow more embarrassing than the realization that I’d spent the entire night in his arms.

As soon as I made a sound, he froze. I fought the urge to close my eyes, as if to hide from the entire situation, as he pulled back to look at me. His now tensed arms slipped from around my waist, and I heard him suck in a breath.

The bed shook as he all but threw himself backwards, “I thought you were going to stick to your side!”

His words were whisper shouted and had me immediately sitting up and whirling. My face was burning as I faced him, noting that his cheeks were also darkened as I gestured to the bed, “I did! You’re the one who got all cuddly!”

Jamil’s eyes darted around the bed. The sheets were a perfectly chaotic but still warm mess from where we’d been curled up together. Acting as perfect evidence and causing his face to darken even further. He didn’t get to say anything, though, since a knock sounded on the door. Causing us both to whirl in raw, mortified fear to look towards the pale wood that blocked the entryway to the room.

Instead of the door opening, we simply heard Kalim’s blithely cheerful voice, “Y/n? Jamil? You guys up?”

“Yes!”

“I’m up!”

We chorused our answers, and Kalim laughed in response. Totally unaware of the nightmarish embarrassment we were both still suffering from, “Sounds like you both slept well! We’re almost ready to go, so just come out when you’re both ready!”

After we agreed to join the Al-Asims soon, we both fell silent. Listening carefully as the young man walked away before we turned to face one another yet again.

Jamil spoke first, his tone firm as he met my gaze, “We behave as normal and speak of this to no one.”

He, at the very least, had regained a modicum of his more typical demeanor as I nodded before whispering my reply, “Are we gonna talk about this later or...?”

A part of me wanted to talk about the impromptu cuddle session, but another part of me desperately wanted to avoid the topic. Especially considering exactly how comfortable I’d felt in his embrace, even feeling safe enough to fall asleep.

“We’ll deal with this later,” His voice trembled ever so slightly before he shook his head, running a hand through his hair that was totally unbraided from where his magic had worn off in the night.

“Later… I don’t think I can handle talking about it right now,” He at last finished, glancing my way before his eyes nervously darted away from mine again as I nodded.

“Yeah… Later.” Later was good. I could address exactly how fast my heart was racing and why that was happening later.

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paranoidwriter · 1 year

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"what do you need?" "You"

"Enid...”

…….

“Enid.”

…….

“Enid!"

Enid awoke quickly, jumping into a frazzled sitting position, her heart jump starting “I'm up!” She shouted, eyes hurriedly adjusting to the darkness. Wednesday was the reason she was awake, crouching on Enid's knees, which was actually quite painful. “And so is your clock” Wednesday hissed, her eye bags looking much darker. Enid mumbled, confused, and still half asleep, and reached to her nightstand to turn her new soft lamp on, one she had switched out from her previous harsh light. “what- what is it, Wednesday? What do you need?” Enid whispered, wary of their neighbors who were most definitely asleep. “What do you mean, so is your clock?” Wednesday grimaced, unblinking. “Your clock is extremely loud” Wednesday said, pointing a manicured hand to the pink clock on Enid's wall. “Oh,” Enid realized, shifting to get up. Wednesday slid off her quietly, following Enid to the clock. Enid took it off the wall, pressing it to her ear. Sure enough— a barely noticeable ticking noise could be heard. Enid quickly switched it off. She knew how Wednesday was with those certain things, and she didn't mind adjusting accordingly. “Better?” She asked, somehow smiling despite her exhaustion at the look on Wednesdays face. Wednesday leaned forward, listening carefully. She smiled gently and nodded, deeming it acceptable. “Ok,” Enid sighed happily, throwing herself on her bed and kind of wiggling beneath the covers before giving it up. Wednesday pulled up her covers for her in a resolved manner, to which Enid hummed her thanks, already going back to her nonsensical dreams.

“Enid….Enid…..Eniiid, wake up”

Enid groaned, hand fumbling out of her blanket. She waved around until she felt her lampshade, and then somehow managed to turn the light back on. “Oh,” she groaned, squinting blearily at the light from her extremely see through sheet. At a glance, she recognized the time was Midnight, right on the dot. “What— what do you need Wednesday?” Enid whispered, yawning. “My blankets are scratchy” Wednesday whispered back. Enid threw her head into her face, groaning. She just wanted to sleep. She shifted, managing to pull up her barely cooperating body up, and looked through her many blankets. “This?” She asked, bringing up a fuzzy cotton blanket up to Wednesday. Wednesday hesitantly pressed her fingers to it, then pulled her hand away and shook her head. Enid dug through the mess of her bed, and came up with a glittery green blanket. Enid looked up to Wednesday, but by the pure horror on her face, she quickly threw it aside and kept digging. She then brought up a cushy white blanket, to which Wednesday tested. She swiped her hand across the texture, making a perplexed face. “Maybe..” she said, poking around it. But then she felt the tag, and shook her head. “Too scratchy” she declared. Enid felt the tag. It felt fine. “yeah, you're right. Too scratchy.” she said. tossing it to the growing pile of discarded blankets. “How about this?” Enid asked, pulling up the only other blanket on her. It was pink and faux fur, like her favorite coat. Wednesday silently felt it, then inspected for a tag. None. Then she put her face up against it, then tested it's weight on her body. Finally, happily, she nodded. “It will suffice. Thank you.” Enid blew out a breath that was stuck in her drowsy chest, slapping her light in an attempt to turn it off. Wednesday turned it off for her. Enid didn't even try to get under her blankets, but a soft hand pulled them up for her when she was already knocked out.

“Wake up.”

Enid jumped, rolling halfway out of her bed. A hand quickly grasped hers, pulling her back onto her mattress in a tangle of her remaining sheets. “Apologies.” Wednesday whispered, in an extremely close proximity. “Wednesday,” Enid started, wiggling on her side to meet Wednesdays dark eyes in the now rising sun. “What do you need?” She muttered, feeling her own eye bags begin to form on her face. She should just give up on sleeping now. No point anyway.. but she was still so tired, she really wanted to sleep... But she knew she wouldn't be able to if she didn't try to help Wednesday. “I am cold.” Enid glanced to the windows, but saw that they were all locked and shut. “The windows are shut,” Enid whispered. “Do you want one of my sweaters?” She inquired quietly. “No.” Wednesday responded, turning her head to flip herself upright in Enid's eyes. “Well.. what do you need?” Enid asked in a low tone, still attempting to be quiet for their sleeping neighbors.

Wednesday blinked.

“You”

“WHAT?” Wednesday quickly hushed Enid, bringing a finger to her mouth. “I, I mean…. What?” “I am lonely.” Wednesday said. “I want to… sleep. In. I want. Ehm.” Enid could feel herself blush, and waited as patiently as she could with her palpitating heart. “Next to you, that is. Your bed is bigger than mine.” Said Wednesday. Enid blinked. Wednesday blinked back. “Oh.” Enid breathed out. “I… Are you sure?” Wednesday nodded. Enid sat up, scooting her back against her headboard to prop herself up. Wednesday stood. “I mean, you don't… You're not afraid of me?” Wednesday shook her head. “I find your claws fascinating” Enid held back a squeak at the confession, but shook her head once more, gripping her sheets tighter. “I mean, you know I'm…” “a girl.” Wednesday finished for her. “Yeah-” Enid felt herself start to get ready, her vision blurring. Enid's claws came out, tearing her sheets. She lifted her hands, flapping them immensely as she continued. “Yeah, but—” Enid tensed at two hands around her own, gripping her fingers so tight she went numb in seconds. “But nothing. You are a girl. Do you think I think of you as a boy?” Enid shook her head, tears dripping down her cheeks extremely fast. “i think of you as my best friend. My best girl friend.” Enid nearly choked at Wednesday putting the words you and girlfriend together. “You think of me that way too, correct?” Enid nodded her head extremely fast in assent. “And girls have plenty of sleepovers in the same bed. So why would I be scared of sleeping in the same bed with you?” “I don't-” Enid couldn't finish, bringing her hands that were still locked in Wednesdays grip to her own face, sniffling. “If it makes you uncomfortable, I don't want to do it.” Enid shook her head, bringing both of their hands down to hover in mid air. “No! I didn't say that, I mean- I just wanted to make sure ***you*** were comfortable.” “I suggested it, didn't I?” Enid stayed quiet, listening to her heart. She could her it throughout her body. Especially in her hands. “Oh.” Said Enid. “You did.” and the she nodded her assent.

Wednesday nudged Enid aside with her foot, scooting next to her and laying down as if she had always slept next Enid. The thought made Enid's heart beat a bit faster. Wednesday finally let go of one of her hands, loosening her grip tremendously on Enid's other hand. Enid settled down, pulling the sheet over both of them as Wednesday turned off her lamp. Enid turned her back to the now fully lit window, now facing Wednesday on her side. Wednesday blinked. “What time is it?” Enid said, lowering her voice back down to quiet. “6:55” “oh my god,” Enid whispered, dropping her head into one of her pillows. “Class starts in 25 minutes” Enid moaned, feeling as though she was dying at the mere thought. “It's a good thing we're not going to class today.” Enid opened her eyes again, just barely even though she was shocked. Wednesday never missed a class. “What?” She hissed. “You look very Ill. And I have to take care of you today, since you have a bad stomach ache.” Enid blinked. “I do?” She then yelped at a harsh poke to her belly. “You do now” Wednesday concluded, pulling the comforter on top of Enid's bed over them both. “Okay,” Enid finally agreed, immediately falling asleep to the feeling of her hand against Wednesdays and the sound of both of their breathing.

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