My Random Thoughts..........Vander Sleeping on the Couch
This most likely happens anytime Vander falls asleep on the couch. Whether after a fight or he just zonked out. Reader is Joy, she cannot sleep without Vander if she knows he is in the building. She may not be willing to admit it but still.
Warnings: Reader is OC, fem!reader, fluff
You open your eyes, eyelids heavy and vision blurry. This is the second time tonight so far. You turn your body to look behind you on the other side of the bed. Empty.
You huff and lift yourself up slowly. Your feet dangle off the bed as you sit up. Hair sticking to your cheek as you look at the clock. You squint letting your eyes adjust to lack of light. 12:15am.
You drag a palm across your left cheek to peel the hair away. You get off the bed, a chill runs up your spine at the cold floor underfoot. You go onto the balls of your feet to spare the arches. Your nightgown does little to warm you as you start to walk to the door.
Lights are off in the hall and you grumble to yourself as you slowly feel your way down the hall, down the stairs, across the barroom, and down the final staircase.
You pause outside the door and wrap your arms around yourself. You let out a sigh before opening the door and glancing down at the couch. Vander takes up the whole thing. One leg hanging off and an arm up on the back of the couch. The furnace he is, he only has a small thin blanket covering him.
His brown hair is dishevelled, some covering his stern looking face. Even in slumber, you could tell he wasn't sleeping well. You took him in, broad chest slowly rising and falling. A whisper of a snore slipping through his lips.
You cursed internally before turning back around. You quickly, as one can still groggy from sleep, make your way back upstairs and collect a pillow and the comforter from the bed. You wrap it around yourself trying not to drag it too much on the floor. You were displeased enough about the situation the last thing you needed was for Vander to wake up to you haven fallen down the stairs.
You come up to him and place the pillow on his shoulder. You crawl on top of him, making sure to not put too much pressure on one spot. You pull the blanket around both of you as best you can. Pretty sure his one foot still isn't covered. You rest your head onto the pillow as you lay on top of him. Slightly leaning into the back of the couch too.
He doesn't stir, if he wakes up he doesn't make it obvious. He doesn't move at all other than his chest still. The warmth alone is even to bring your tired body peace. It isn't the bed but you will make due to have him near. You're out in mere seconds.
Vander grumbles as he slowly opens his eyes. He can hear the sounds of the very early morning goings on outside the bar. He rubs an eye with a hand as he starts to come to. He now realizes there is a weight on a his chest and side. Glancing down he sees the top of your head. You're sleeping on top of him. Peacefully at that, he can feel your slow breathing and a small whistle from your nose that must be squished against him.
The shortened side of your head is against his pec so the rest of your hair is covering your face. He ever so carefully and gently brushes it away. He chuckles as you have your face nuzzled into his body. He glances to the other side and sees a pillow on the floor.
You're so warm, soft and he huffs small. He groans lowly as he adjusts enough to shift you without waking you. He moves you more onto his chest and brings his other arm down from the couch. Opening and closing his hand into a fist to shake the pins and needles. He considers just waking you to carry you to bed but.....he felt a smug grin creep onto his face, he would miss the bashful mess you would be when you awoke on your own on top of him and in his embrace.
He would cope with the back pain a little longer for that moment. Not that this precious slice of heaven wasn't worth it too. He pulled you up slightly and the comforter with you. He kissed the top of your head and hummed as he felt you adjust in your sleep. Getting comfortable for a few more hours.
Now I kinda feel the need to make sleeping headcanons. Sorry reader is OC but this was very Joy. I know OC stuff also doesn't usually do well but hopefully you can forgive me.
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