Writer: There Was Only One Bed…

Smut fans: *gasp!!!!!*

Writer: So They Spooned All Night And The Brooding One Allowed Themselves To Feel Vulnerable For The First Time In Years And The Chirpy One Got Some Quality Snuggles

Fluff fans: *GASP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*

Alternatively:

There was only one bed and so they lay there together, only inches apart physically but it may as well have been miles for neither could muster the courage to tell the other the true depth of their feelings and so they lay there sleepless in their mutual pining

Angst fans:

There was only one bed. A carried B to it and gently eased them down. They were both badly injured but B’s conditions were much worse and A wouldn’t rest until they knew B was going to be alright. So A sat down next to B and brushed their hair back, holding their hand as B shivered through the night, their only comfort A’s presence by their side.

Hurt/Comfort fans:

Dear god you’re right, you’re so right

I feel like this needs to be a writing challenge… How many different ways can you write this one trope.

There was only one bed, but instead of making a big fuss, the tired pair went the fuck to sleep and got a full 8 hours.

My sleep deprived ass:

OH YEAH THAT’S THE GOOD STUFF

There was only one bed. This is normal. They’ve been married for a decade and have a small child. The child has climbed in bed to snuggle with them because thunder is scary. They have their baby curled between them and they share soft, warm smiles over his sleepy head as he snores little kid snores.

Me, who just wants domestic curtains found family fic:

I AM ALL OF THIS I WILL LITERALLY READ ANYTHING

There was only one bed, the two characters argued and bickered begging for them not to have to share it, but they somehow are here still. They agree that there both going to pick a side and stay on it. This was going fine until in the middle of the night A woke up screaming and crying, B gets them to calm down and they end up falling asleep next to each other feeling safe

Enemies to lovers fans

There was only one bed. A noticed B’s exhaustion and lifted them easily. “You don’t have to carry me like a child,” B noted, despite being clearly pleased by how matters were progressing. “I think we both know that’s not true,” A replied with a grin. The bed was warm, inviting, and yet something was missing. “Is this a private party, or can just anyone join,” C called from the doorway, clad only in their underwear and a smile. “Only if it’s you!” A and B replied in unison as they drew the covers back.

My OT3-loving ass:

There was only one bed.

It turned out to be a defective Murphy bed and it trapped them in the wall.

Crack fic fans:

This entire thread is delightful

Good Types of Tropes For H/C

(feel free to add on!)

- “…you stayed?” “Of course I did.”

-The comforting one watching the hurt one sleep and feeling incredibly ~fond~

-The hurt one waking up to see the comforting one asleep near them and feeling incredibly ~fond~

>8Dc

Writer: There Was Only One Bed…

Smut fans: *gasp!!!!!*

Writer: So They Spooned All Night And The Brooding One Allowed Themselves To Feel Vulnerable For The First Time In Years And The Chirpy One Got Some Quality Snuggles

Fluff fans: *GASP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*

Alternatively:

There was only one bed and so they lay there together, only inches apart physically but it may as well have been miles for neither could muster the courage to tell the other the true depth of their feelings and so they lay there sleepless in their mutual pining

Angst fans:

There was only one bed. A carried B to it and gently eased them down. They were both badly injured but B’s conditions were much worse and A wouldn’t rest until they knew B was going to be alright. So A sat down next to B and brushed their hair back, holding their hand as B shivered through the night, their only comfort A’s presence by their side.

Hurt/Comfort fans:

Dear god you’re right, you’re so right

I feel like this needs to be a writing challenge… How many different ways can you write this one trope.

There was only one bed, but instead of making a big fuss, the tired pair went the fuck to sleep and got a full 8 hours.

My sleep deprived ass:

OH YEAH THAT’S THE GOOD STUFF

There was only one bed. This is normal. They’ve been married for a decade and have a small child. The child has climbed in bed to snuggle with them because thunder is scary. They have their baby curled between them and they share soft, warm smiles over his sleepy head as he snores little kid snores.

Me, who just wants domestic curtains found family fic:

I AM ALL OF THIS I WILL LITERALLY READ ANYTHING

There was only one bed, the two characters argued and bickered begging for them not to have to share it, but they somehow are here still. They agree that there both going to pick a side and stay on it. This was going fine until in the middle of the night A woke up screaming and crying, B gets them to calm down and they end up falling asleep next to each other feeling safe

Enemies to lovers fans

There was only one bed. A noticed B’s exhaustion and lifted them easily. “You don’t have to carry me like a child,” B noted, despite being clearly pleased by how matters were progressing. “I think we both know that’s not true,” A replied with a grin. The bed was warm, inviting, and yet something was missing. “Is this a private party, or can just anyone join,” C called from the doorway, clad only in their underwear and a smile. “Only if it’s you!” A and B replied in unison as they drew the covers back.

My OT3-loving ass:

There was only one bed.

It turned out to be a defective Murphy bed and it trapped them in the wall.

Crack fic fans:

This entire thread is delightful

Good Types of Tropes For H/C

(feel free to add on!)

- “…you stayed?” “Of course I did.”

-The comforting one watching the hurt one sleep and feeling incredibly ~fond~

-The hurt one waking up to see the comforting one asleep near them and feeling incredibly ~fond~

>8Dc

I recently started working in hospitality, and I’ll tell you guys right now, the trope of “there was only one bed” is not as rare as you’d think in real life. A few times a week, at least, I have guys come in who are working together on projects in town or passing through who have to literally book the last room I have available for the night and lo and behold — there is only one bed, and guess what, they give each other a side-eyed look and begrudgingly take it. So write it up, it happens all the time!!!

So, a lot of people have looked at the comment in the book about demon wings being "better groomed" than angel ones, and gone with the idea that Aziraphale's wings are just a mess, and Crowley ends up grooming them himself just so it gets done.

And that's totally awesome, and I like that take, but I'm just saying that we're kind of missing out on 'basically normal, if slightly scruffy' Aziraphale and 'total neatfreak, one feather's out of place so now the whole wing has to be regroomed, "don't you dare touch my wings after touching your bloody books, angel, you'll get dust on them!"' Crowley.

You like hurt/comfort because you like the idea that someone will comfort you when you are in pain.