In Your Arms: Oneshot
Sapphic Romance, Fluff, Fluff, Fluff, ReaderXCrush, Reader’s POV
Summary: literally just a short cuddly fluff
One of us runs hot, and one of us runs cold. Both of us hate it, but we’ve found ways to make it work. Those ways usually involve the one who runs cold to just suck it up and wear endless layers, so the one who runs hot can be comfortable. I bet you’ll never guess who’s which.
I guess I don’t really have much to complain about however. Layers always make me feel cozy, and it’s not like I mind hot tea. Plus, watching her walk around in her sports bras when she gets hot isn’t exactly my idea of torture.
I hate being cold, but I love her more.
It was after midnight and I was in our bed. I was trying to fall asleep, but I couldn’t calm my body down, knowing she was right outside the room. I guess you could call it separation anxiety, but it only happened when I knew that she was close. Tonight she was catching up on class work, and being as quiet as she could. I heard the occasional swear, and the frequent sigh of dismay, but at least it meant she was finally getting it done.
It had to have been at least one o’clock when I finally heard her shuffling outside the door. A minute or so later she slowly opened the door, being as quiet as possible, and tip toed over to the bed. I was turned away from where she was, so she probably thought I was sleeping. I was most definitely not. Right before she reached the bed I rolled over and grinned at her sleepily. She jumped slightly and pressed a hand to her chest.
“Oh my god! You scared me!” She said, also grinning, “I thought you were asleep.”
“I couldn’t, while you were so close, yet so far.” I chuckled softly.
Remember when I said how we varied greatly with temperature? Right now is a prime example of this. I was wearing sweatpants, wool socks, and a hoodie over my t-shirt, while she was simply in a sports bra and spandex shorts.
Speaking of which....
“Are you going to stop staring at me and let me into our bed?” She asked with a sarcastic twang.
“No,” I said with a sweet smile, not bothering to take my eyes off of her curves.
She laughed and knelt in the mattress, rolling me over so she had some space to lay down. Then I turned myself toward her and reached my arms out for her while she stuck herself under the covers and laid back. Finally she scooted as close as she could and nestled herself into the crooks of my body. I wrapped my arms around her shoulder and kissed her lips, long and sweet. I already felt my eyelids growing heavy, it’s amazing how much of a difference having her here makes.
“Did you finish all of your work?” I asked after pulling away, resting my head on the pillow.
“Yeah,” she replied, pressing one last kiss to my collarbone.
“I love you,” I said.
“I love you baby.”
And with that, after hours of tossing and turning, I finally fell asleep￼ in the arms of the most beautiful girl in the world.
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"Jack, I think its time for you to get some sleep." Cas leans against the door jamb and watches Jack grumble and close the book he was reading. "What's wrong?"
"There's no.... I can't find any books with people like me in them." Jack frowns and and throws himself on his bed with a sigh. Tilting his head in confusion Cas looks over at the books he has assembled in Jack's collection and it sinks in. Jack is non binary, and none of the books are about non binary people.
"I am sure they are out there Jack, we just have to find them... for now why don't we change one until we can expand your collection? How about.... this," Cas picks up a book from the shelf and then tucks Jack in, sitting on the edge of the bed he beings reading to Jack a story of Goldie locks and the three bears. Changing things just slightly to make sure that the pronouns fit right. And describing the main character more like Jack.
Its a simple and easy thing, and Jack eventually falls asleep right before the last "ah, just right!" So Cas flicks the light off after putting the book back and kissing Jack's forehead softly. Once out in the hall and the door is closed Cas leans his head against the cool wood thinking what he could do to help Jack. A light bulb bursts in a Flux of angry grace as Cas kind of hates that Jack doesn't have even children's stories he can relate to.
Hearing the bulb break in the hall Dean steps out of their room, "Cas? You okay sunshine?" The momentary call out breaks into Cas' mood and he near runs over the man in his haste to tell Dean that he is NOT okay and that they need to do something, but the words come out in Enochian and Dean stops him. "Breathe for me, big breath in.... and out. Try again."
"Jack can't relate to the books because none of the characters are like them." Dean blinks, and thinks about what Castiel has said and nods. "What can we do?"
"Well, I can see if we can buy any.... but maybe we could write one? Or... well uh-" Dean flushed as if embarrassed.
"You would write Jack a book?" The squinting head tilt is back that kinda makes Dean's knees weak a little bit.
"Uh yeah sure... I can try." And so for the next few weeks Dean reads, and reads, and reads more estuaries than he ever thought possible and hates just about every fairy tale he gets his hands on until an idea strikes him. So he begins to write. In secret and at night, until a few months later he's got a story that he asks Sam to read over for him as an editor because he doesn't trust himself...
And Sam thinks its good... real good. There are a few little grammer things (Dean how many run on sentences can you write. PLEASE USE PUNCTUATION) but its great. When Sam hands over the manuscript he pats Dean on the shoulder and tells him that he is proud of him, and of course Dean flushes brighter than a tomato.
Somewhere online Dean finds how to format the book properly and takes the edited and formatted manuscript to get printed, along with a suprise bit of art that he snuck from Jack's ever growing doodle collection. And a bit of his own for the cover.
On Jack's birthday they decide to go out to eat and let Jack pick the place. Of course its a diner, and of course they all get a slice of pie before heading home to a cake Dean made and a book shaped package all wrapped up in a lopsided bow. Nervously Dean watches as Jack opens the gift and almost excuses himself (I was not crying Sam) when Jack lights up and asks him, "can you read it to me tonight Dad?"
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