#jim needs a rest let him nap

[toxycodone]

ship. captain grant mccurley (curly) x reader

content. general hcs + sfw + romantic

an. hehe u guys know i love doing these big ass hc posts to like. characterize and get a feel for how I write for characters sooo yaaaay enjoy this

general curly hcs (feat. the Tulpar crew near the end)

as much as I love scottish/irish/british curly,,,,he is american born. HEAR ME OUT. his parents/grandparents are immigrants buuuut this man is all american (where it counts ig).

he's from Colorado! his family mostly lives around there/mid america. He grew up playing a lot of winter sports (hence his love for it). As a kid he played ice hockey for sure and lost a tooth. there's a polaroid at his mom's place with him smiling happily after a game with a bloodied tooth in between his fingers

but as a pre-teen/teen he moved to the south. somewhere around the mid-south/mississippi basin. as sad as he was to leave Colorado behind, he latched onto southern culture sooo fast. I am a huge southern transplant Curly believer.

And this is when he meets jimmy. They went to 8th grade and high school together. After witnessing Jimmy's terrible ass home life, curly kinda latches onto him. It's a weird mix of being way too empathetic, his savior complex, and just desire to be useful/helpful/etc.

Jimmy basically lived with Curly his junior and sophmore years of high school. His household was abusive and terrible so Curly's own parents let him "sleep over". He has his own toothbrush, loofa, shower products, etc at Curly's. He didn't even ask for them either, Curly and his dad got them out shopping once.

^ Jimmy is thankful but oh my GOD does he resent curly for having such an unproblematic home life. curly has vented about his parents being too overprotective or something before and jimmy lashes out at him for it (oof)

Curly sticks up for Jimmy way. too. much. As much as he cares, it's actually kinda toxic. Curly never lets Jimmy face the consequences of his own actions, downplays all his shit, doesn't take the warning signs Jimmy clearly exhibits...he kinda acts as a barrier to Jimmy growing up and learning to be himself alone.

And on the other hand, Jimmy is way to enabling of this. It's easy. Simple. He latches onto Curly and like. feels threatened by any new friends, romantic interests, etc.

when Curly starts working for the Pony Express (an actual REAL career that takes Curly away from Jimmy)...Jim spirals. yeah.

He goes to jail. and when Curly gets back from his haul, the first thing he does is bail him out, co sign shit for him, etc. So again, Jimmy doesn't face the consequences of his actions. (and we see how that plays out in game...)

BUT YEAH. Jimmy is a mississippi native and he and curly do so much country ass shit together. hand fishing for catfish, mudding, hunting, all that jazz. they are avid rodeo fans too. Curly goes every year (he's tried to compete. broke his wrist doing those calf cathcing/tie down things i think)

Curly and the Tulpar crew have been together for a handful of hauls. (I mean in-game dialogue suggests this too). Knowing people that long means he's a well respected captain and they're kinda a little family!

Swansea is tough to work with, but actually respect's curly. This is bc Curly skirts by the typical PE rules, but not in a bad way. He's really adamant about safety and following protocol, which Swansea respects (although it's annoying). But the 5 hours of rest rule? Curly thinks that's ridiculous. As long as the work is being done, Curly doesn't count break time. So there's plenty of blankets or pillows lying around the common room in case anyone needs a nap on one of the couches. Curly also advises everyone have a blanket and pillow in their work areas during shifts for "comfort" (it's just code for everyone to catch some sleep outside of the time they spend in their quarters).

Curly also makes sure they have game nights + shared meals +etc. He counts these as "meetings" or "team building exercises" when sending reports to corporate.

Curly and Anya haven't been together too long compared to the others. The Tulpar haul is her second haul with Curly, but they've known each other for at least 3+ years and are pretty comfortable with each other. Curly made sure she felt as comfortable as possible being the only girl on their team. (well. yknow. until that ultimately gets tested.) But I think Anya and Curly aren't extremely close which explains why she doesn't immediately come to him w issues + why Curly doesn't deal w Jimmy in a harsher way (it's a combination of Curly being sleep deprived, favoring Jimmy, and ultimately his own paranioa and shortcomings. Curly has a real problem confronting Jimmy bc of his past w lashing out).

Curly is an insomniac. Not on Earth, but on hauls most definitely. He has a lot of anxiety about hauls (which he chalks up to being "normal") and the monotony of them drives him crazy. He's constantly a little sleep deprived.

He picked up weight lifting as a hobby on hauls bc cardio is like. impossible on that ship and it makes him feel good. <3 When he doesn't have access to the gym he does pull ups on loose bars on the Tulpar and stuff lol. He has a few weights and crap though. And that Pony Express brand protein powder is hella useful for cutting.

sfw + romantic

Oh he most definitely doesn't have a partner on earth. It's why he's facing his mid life crisis shit because he's like my god. all this work and status and nothing to show for it wtf. I think he really wants to have a relationship, but most people don't want to put up with the fact he's gone for about a year or so. off planet. with little communication.

On the Tulpar he keeps it in his pants. Curly is a professional and does his best to continue acting that way. But no one really comes onto him anyways? (if they did. my God I think he would be very weak to it.)

He has rizz. Like. Mr. Grant McCurley can fucking flirt like a champ. If he wants you he will make it clear. Ask you out for drinks. Then pay at the end. He makes it clear he's not expecting anything either?? Total southern gentleman shi

Insists on only giving a cheek kiss after the first date too like sheeesh (he's playing the waiting game with you. trying to keep you wanting HIM yeah he's good).

I like to think he's more traditional when it comes to romance like...dates weekly or bi weekly. Gives you flowers and chocolates and stuff. He actively pursues you and its soooooo <3333

No sex until at least after the third or fourth date too like. AGAIN. WAITING GAME. wants you to initiate that stuff (but he'll give hints like putting his hand on your knee and letting it trail up your thigh. YEAH)

He's the type who is always planning his life with you in it. Like, he's gotta have your fave snacks/drinks in his pantry/fridge. You have your own stuff at his apartment before you move in (that he bought, btw. he takes note when he visits ur place). His apartment feels like your home away from home. <3

He definitely rubs his stubble on you to annoy you when he gives you hugs. ewwww i hate men (im lying)

ok idk what else to write but. he used to use old spice but now uses a calvin klein cologne that man smells GOOD ASF

ok thats all i got enjoy

[muirmarie]

spock with memory loss but not emotional memory loss. he can't remember anything since he left vulcan, but he looks at jim's and leonard's faces and he's like. hmm. i appear to be in love with both of these men. fascinating.

except. y'know. they are absolutely NOT together.

[hi hey have some absolute crack underneath the readmore]

mccoy being a ridiculous mother hen in sickbay and kirk running down from the bridge every hour on the hour all "UPDATE, BONES????" is not. is not helping spock's assumptions.

mccoy GRUDGINGLY allowing spock out of sickbay because lord knows there's some big thing happening and they need the beds, and spock doesn't need immediate medical attention, he just needs, y'know, a cure for the weird memory loss disease he's picked up. you heard me, this isn't amnesia, this is a weird space memory loss disease that mccoy is going to CURE, thank you very much.

he only allows spock out of sickbay if kirk keeps an eye on him. spock's like =/ when will you be joining us, doctor? and mccoy, not nearly as suspicious as he should be because he's so delighted that there's for ONCE a version of spock who actually appears to not be running away from medical, is like !!!!! once i'm sure everyone in sickbay is stable i'll come down to check on you!!!! i'll check on jim too!!! i'll run my scanner over everyone who will allow me to make sure they're okay!!!!! (jim: >=| i did not consent to this. bones: shut up idc i'm already scanning you.)

kirk takes spock back to kirk's quarters figuring they'll bunk together so he can keep an eye on him/make sure the space forgetfulness disease doesn't make him forget anything else.

spock's like. hmm. is this where we live? why don't we keep it warmer for me =/

kirk, oblivious doll that he is, is like yeah, all the quarters are like this, this is indeed where we live! isn't the enterprise the most beautiful ship there is!! also i am so sorry let's crank this place up to a sauna asap

meanwhile spock is sleepy what with the space forgetty sickness but he's like. determined to wait until their bf joins them so they can sleep in a cuddle pile. it seems polite. he's pretty sure he'd be a polite bf. amanda would definitely want him to be a polite bf. plus he feels certain that he needs to make sure the doctor gets some sleep after working non-stop in sickbay. like. that feels like that should somehow be his and jim's responsibility. that feels right.

bones shows up two hours later with his tricorder and even darker circles under his eyes than normal, and is like all right, time to check on my favorite patient <3 (he's still not used to spock not snarking back at him, and is more than a little =/ when spock just sparkles a bit instead of slamming him with an insult, tbh)

spock and jim get a clean bill of health (beyond, y'know, the space-nesia), and mccoy's like, all rightie, i'll be back in the morning to check on you!!! tell me immediately if anything changes!! i should go back to sickbay and check on things

spock: =( what.

mccoy: i need to keep an eye on everything in sickbay

kirk: no he's right you need to get some rest, bones. the on-duty staff will keep an eye on everything, but you've been going non-stop between spock and this new thing

mccoy: i'll grab a nap in my office don't worry

spock: =(((((((

mccoy: ...spock why are you holding onto my wrist. spock why are you - spock why are you dragging me over to the bed. spock - jim why are you laughing

kirk: i mean it is an effective solution

spock: i have the space forgetties and i can't even sleep with my boyfriends????? illogical.

mccoy: ......

kirk: hmm.

mccoy: ????? hmm???? HMMM???? IS THAT ALL YOU GOT????

kirk: i mean, it does sound illogical when he puts it like that

mccoy: ????? i don't know what the two of you have going on on the downlow, but i'm not dating spock. spock, i'm not dating you.

spock: no, no i definitely love you both, so it would be extremely illogical for us not to be dating, and i am, above all else, logical, so ipso facto we must be dating. it's far more likely you just don't want to say we're dating because you'd feel like it would be a shock to my blank slate brain. occam's razor.

mccoy: we're - we're definitely not dating

spock: hmmm jim i am worried that leonard may also have the space forgetty disease.

kirk: bones, just sleep here tonight, it's not a big deal

mccoy, slightly strangled, because he is extremely in love with these two men and this is a bizarre situation even for them: JIM, I -

spock, aggressively laying in the center of the bed and then trapping mccoy next to him by sheer strength and mccoy's surprise, and unfortunately, having pegged mccoy within 5 minutes of meeting him again, saying: what if the space forgetty disease makes me worse during the night and my doctor bf isn't even here to help me =/

kirk: [unhelpfully giggling]

mccoy: gdi why would you say that now you know i can't leave - this isn't you winning this is me GRACEFULLY changing my mind and we are NOT dating and if you use this forced snuggling against me when i ONCE MORE SAVE THE DAY and figure out a CURE to FIX your STUPID VULCAN MIND then i will -

kirk: [leaning over and kissing bones' forehead to shut him up and then walking around the other side of the bed and getting in next to spock] you forgot the key word, there, bones

mccoy, visibly restraining himself from frothing with rage: what.

kirk: yet, bones. we're not dating yet.

[dreaminofdixon]

Six.

The rest of the day dragged on, uneventful as hell, which was a rare gift in this shitshow of a world. I napped hard in my tent, and didn’t crawl out ‘til the group rolled back from town, arms full of scavenged loot. Carol and Lori worked some kind of culinary magic with the haul—canned goods and whatever scraps they could stretch—while Merle and Daryl strutted in with rabbits and squirrels slung over their shoulders. Douche or not, Merle paired up with Daryl like they were a hunting machine, and damn if it didn’t keep us fed. The meat was rich, smoky, a far cry from the cardboard rations we’d been choking down.

I took my bowl from Carol, muttering a quick “thanks,” and retreated to my unofficial perch—a weathered log at the back of camp. Close enough to fake being part of the group, far enough to breathe. No one bugged me much, just the occasional head-check since that store fiasco—how’s your noggin? Another day or two of that, and I’d fade back to my sweet spot: wallflower, unnoticed, unbothered.

“Hey, girl.” Shane’s voice slithered up, and I glanced over, forcing a tight smile—polite, not warm. Manners die hard, even when you’d rather tell someone to fuck off. He plopped down beside me on the log, uninvited, and I swallowed a cringe, keeping my face pleasant.

“How ya feelin’?” he asked, digging into his bowl like we were old pals.

“Not too bad,” I said, measured. “Better than earlier. You?”

“Pretty good, considerin’.” He chewed, eyeing me sidelong. “Wanted to check—feel up for a water run with me tomorrow?”

I shrugged, casual as I could manage. “Yeah, why not? Just filling jugs, right? Might as well pull my weight.”

“Good. Early start, before the heat kicks in.”

“Smart plan.” I took a bite of rabbit—juicy, damn near melting in my mouth, way better than any burger I’d ever choked down. Hunger’s a hell of a spice. Shane kept yapping, and I nodded along, half-listening. “So, how long have you and Rick known each other?” I tossed out, steering it off me. Knowledge is power, and Shane’s a puzzle I don’t trust.

“Middle school, I reckon.” He launched into some nostalgia trip—him and Rick playing superheroes, Rick glued to Superman, Shane all about Batman. “Rick’s the golden boy, huh?” he laughed, and I smirked.

“Fits,” I said, dry. “Superman and Batman—noble and… brooding.”

“Dark and mysterious, you mean,” he teased, winking, and I forced a laugh—short, clipped.

“Sure, that’s it.” Keep it light. Don’t let him see the side-eye.

Dale chucked more wood on the fire, flames licking up just enough to see by without screaming “walker buffet.” Shane rambled a bit longer—cop stories, bravado—and I nodded, picking at my food, ‘til I couldn’t take it. 

“Gonna visit the lady’s tree,” I said, grabbing the toilet paper roll and a tiny lantern. 

Squatting in the woods—another apocalypse perk I never saw coming. The world stinks worse without plumbing, trust me.

When I trudged back, lantern swinging, I caught Daryl’s eyes on me—sharp, fleeting, gone in a blink as he turned back to Carol, muttering something low. My lip snagged between my teeth, and I slipped back to my log, quiet as a ghost. Shane was off with Glenn now, gesturing big about something, and I let my gaze drift—Rick with Lori and Carl, Ed looming over Carol and Sophia, Glenn and Shane, Andrea and Amy, Jim with Dale and T-Dog, Merle and Daryl. Everyone had their crew. 

Me? 

Solo, as always. It stung, sharp and quick, and I hated that it did.

I stood, brushing it off, and rested a hand on Lori’s shoulder. “Gonna lay down, read a bit before I crash.”

“Alright, let us know if you need anything,” Rick said, all steady concern.

“Absolutely, sweetie. Night,” Lori added, soft.

“G’night,” Carl chirped, and I smiled down at him.

“Night, Carl.”

Morning hit like a wrecking ball—nine a.m., already sticky-hot. Shane and I hauled water jugs to his Jeep, and he started in again. 

“So, what’d you do before all this?” he asked, grunting as he hefted a container.

“Network engineering,” I said, wrestling my jug into the back, sweat beading on my forehead. Adjusted my sunglasses, wishing like hell that I could hide behind them more.

“Network engineering?” He hoisted a bigger one, leaning on the Jeep, eyes lingering too long. “What’s that about?”

“You were a deputy, right?” I countered. He nodded, and I went on. “Radios, car computers, office systems—they tied into the state network. I kept that shit running.”

“Some kinda genius, huh?” he said, smirking, and I laughed—sharp, dismissive.

“Hell no. Just know which end of the cable goes where.” Wiped my brow, re-tied my messy bun messier. “That all the jugs?”

“Yep. Ready to roll?”

“Mm-hmm.” Climbed in, and he drove, dust kicking up behind us. 

I braced for it—and there it was. “So, you in a relationship?” he asked, casual but prying.

I snorted. “Nope.” Stared out the window, dodging ghosts of my ex—five years of on-off hell, cheating, forgiving, rinse, repeat. Last breakup stuck, and good riddance—killed any itch for round two.

“Hard to believe,” he pressed, and I shot him a look.

“Believe it.” Flipped it back. “You? Special lady?”

Silence stretched—oops, I forgot. Lori landmine. “Nah,” he said finally. “Had a girl, split a couple months before shit hit.”

“Oh, gotcha.” Blessed quiet fell, awkward as hell, and I savored it ‘til we rolled into camp. We unloaded the jugs, he barked the “boil-water” reminder, and I bailed. “Thanks for the ride. Gonna lay down—headache.”

“Thanks for the help, doll,” he called. 

I cringed—doll?—rolling my eyes as I hunted the Tylenol stash in the first-aid tote.

“You an’ Shane, huh?” Daryl’s voice cut through, low and rough, and I damn near dropped the bandaids, spinning to face him. He was perched on a log, whittling sticks into deadly little spikes—traps, probably, or walker skewers.

“Me and Shane?” I echoed, wary.

“Been hangin’ ‘round,” he said, eyes on his knife, not me.

“Not really.” I dug through the tote, avoiding his vibe. “Just hauled water today ‘cause I’ve been useless lately. Felt like I had to pitch in.”

“Mm.” Nonchalant, but his jaw tightened—barely noticeable unless you’re looking. He’d been like that since the store, when I’d fallen, cracked my head, and nearly became dinner to the undead. I’d been swinging, had taken out one walker and was about to take the other, but he’d stormed in wielding his knife, and hauled me up like I weighed nothing. Since then, he’s been… hovering. Not obvious—just there, watching.

“Could say the same ‘bout you and Carol,” I tossed back, smirking a little.

“Nah.” He shook his head, still carving.

“Mm.” Mimicked him, and he glanced up—blue eyes piercing through that dark fringe, catching mine. 

Gotcha.

“Carol’s married,” he said, flat.

“That the only thing stopping you?” I arched a brow, teasing, testing.

“Stoppin’ me from what?” he shot back, and my face betrayed me—RBF in full force, screaming you know damn well. His lip twitched, that ghost of a smirk, before he dropped his gaze back to the stick.

“Obvious,” I muttered, rubbing my eyes—headache, allergies, take your pick. Always itchy, always a mess.

“You good?” he asked, and I swear there was a flicker of something—concern, maybe—under that gruff.

“Yeah. Just need these.” Snagged the Tylenol, popped two with a swig of water. “Might hit the creek, get out of the heat, sit for a bit.”

“Shouldn’t go alone,” he said, eyes tracking me, steady.

“I’ll live. No shelves to take me out this time.” I smirked, capping the bottle, feeling that warm prickle under his stare.

He shrugged, casual as hell. “Can’t promise Merle won’t sniff ya out. He’s with Rick now, though—should be safe.”

“Good to know.” Gave him a soft smile—cordial, like with Shane, but less forced—and headed for the trees, his gaze lingering like a brand.

****

Shane always kinda rubbed me the wrong way. What about you?

@imadisneyprincessiswear

[viharbinger]

👀 i see you too are into GOT- if you still want Jim Sakai requests would you do a jin x male or GN reader where they spend time together in a hot spring? (SFW ofc)

A/N: hi guys it's been 67 years since I wrote anything and I'm so sad there's LITTLE TO NO FICS OF JIN SAKAI I NEED SOME NEOWWWW 😭(which is why I'm writing now)

Pairings: Jin Sakai (Ghost of Tsushima) x gn!reader (no pronouns)

Tagged: established relationship, SFW, fluff,

You rarely ever got to see Jin relax himself. Even when he's home, he'd be out and about sparring with his fellow samurai or running errands for the villagers.

He'd tell you not to worry, he says with his dark circles— "I promise I'll come back and get some sleep," He tells you, cupping your hands softly before letting go to ride off. Or— "My bath can wait. There's something going on in the village right now," He says before he trots around the village with his muddy boots.

Sure he takes quick baths and short naps on his horse but right after that, he's already up and ready to cut down bandits. Has he really ever stopped to relax and breathe? And sleep on an actual bed? Thankfully, you actually managed to find him sitting in one spot while he was sharpening his blade— it doesn't look like he's going anywhere.

You tap his shoulder so as to not startle him, "Jin. You should take a rest," You smiled softly, watching as he sits up straight. He doesn't say anything and just follows your lead as you pull him up from his seat to the hot springs nearby.

"It's about time you get to relax. The hot springs will soothe your skin and make you feel like your muscle sores are all gone," You say as you help him undress and settle into the hot springs.

You rubbed his shoulders and he sighed in relief. Finally he's got the time to think. "Thank you. For worrying about me," He says as you continue, making sure not to get his hair wet.

On the side was a clean washcloth which you picked up to wipe his face to rid of the ash and dirt. He holds onto your hand with the washcloth before you wiped any further, "I think I'm fully capable of cleaning my own face," He laughs, watching as your face turn into a sour look. You just want to help him after all those weeks of neglecting his own wellbeing.

"Okay well, you better clean up then. Your armour especially. I'll get you fresh clothes," He stops you as you're about to leave, "You're not joining me?" He looked as if he's been thinking about that the whole time which makes your heart swell. Now that you think about it, you've been treating him like you're his caretaker, it doesn't hurt to take a short bath with your beloved samurai.

Looking at his eyes for a second longer, you sighed in defeat. When you finished getting ready for the hot springs, Jin holds your hand, guiding you in so you don't slip. As you settle down, Jin sits closer to you as if the hot springs didn't give him enough warmth, your body would.

"Maybe it's time that you relax," He sits you closer, to the point you're leaning onto his shoulder. It's as soft as a pillow— for someone as firm as him. He runs his hand over your head affectionately as you stare at the scene in front of you. You say nothing to keep the peace, and he does too. The only thing you could hear is the birds calling home and the sound of the wind flowing through the trees. With the thought of your significant other getting some proper good rest, your mind was at ease.

[lynnbanks]

Jet lag and brunch

(Would like to add this before you read that y/n (ivy) has Pernicious anemia and you will probably more about it in later stories. I would also like to add I'm not completely sure what this is just wanted to get it out there if there are any mistakes let me know hope you enjoy)

Our first morning/afternoon back at the lake house and if we don't hurry we will be late to brunch with luke parents and jack

Luke is still pretty jet-lagged so he is struggling to get up. “ lukey it is time to get up,” I say while rubbing his bare back long forgotten where his shirt and pants were the second we got to our room at the lake house before crashing onto the bed taking me with him.

“Lay with me for a second please.” we don't have time but I indulge already having myself ready knowing he would likely brush his teeth put on anything he can find at the top of his unpacked suitcase with a hat and be out the door.

“ ok sleepy butt we have 20 minutes to be out the door so in five minutes you need to be up and getting ready” he dismissed me by pulling me into bed with him and onto his chest mumbling “You smell good baby” voice still deep and gravely from sleeping 10 hours straight “ hmm thank you” while I run my fingers through his unruly curls “you ready to eat” I ask in a whisper as to not disturb the calm air around us seeing as we haven’t had a lot of alone time in awhile with all the crazy schedules “mmh yes very ready” “ok then let’s get this show on the road.”

Jack meets us downstairs and we all loaded up into the car, Quinn won’t be in till next week and we will probably do a fancy dinner to celebrate all of us being together and all the boys have accomplished this year.

When we get to the restaurant we meet up with Jim and Ellen in the parking lot, before we go in give a hug to both me and Luke after not seeing us for a while, we walk in and the conversation starts flowing.

Luke has his hand running up and down my leg, with the occasional squeeze, we talk about what we want to eat and enjoy each other's company, our server comes and takes our order not without giving Jack a few long stares and some flirty giggles, while we wait for our food I scoot closer to Luke and lay my head on his shoulder while he wraps his arm around me and kisses my head

“ y/n when are you free next maybe we can go get our nails done for the start of summer” “ I am free Sunday I was also thinking of getting my hair cut and finding a new swimsuit along with the other things we will need for the house we could make a day of it” luke perks up “ you have infusions tomorrow baby you should probably take it slow; don't worry about the other stuff I've got the rest.”

Luke gave me a soft squeeze on the arm to let me know he was still there with me, and all I can think now as I look up at him and smile is I love him. The rest of lunch goes pretty well me and Ellen walk out arm and arm talking about the rest of the details for our “girls’ day”. Me and Ellen have always been very close so I am looking forward to it

when I get to my car Luke is holding the door open and before I get in he pulls me into his body and gives me a soft kiss on the lips his constant need to touch me has always been something I love about him my little luv bug; instead of pulling away fully I lay my head on his chest and look up at him “Hmm I love you” he smiled “ oh really well I am IN love with you so” I laugh “ stop being so competitive Warren”

Back at the house Luke and I decide a nap would be how we spend the rest of the afternoon, so we make our way to one of the larger hammocks we had put in last year for this exact reason.

As I lay with half of my body on top of Luke he plays with the fingers on the hand that isn't playing with his curls we talk about nothing and everything; conversation had always been so easy for us never seeming to get tired of what the other has to say.

“I have missed this with you,” Luke says softly almost like he is saying it to himself; still very tired from the time change and travel that comes with the job on top of all the physical parts of the game.

I just want to rap him up and keep him in my pocket “Well you are about to see a whole lot more of me so be prepared to get sick of me” I say with a slight chuckle “ I don't think I will ever get tired of you” he says with a smile in his voice “ glad to hear it warren”

[sealofarchives]

Holiday Themed Oneshot - Putting a Star on a Christmas Tree (separate)

A/N: I mostly had this idea recommended to me from someone on wattpad [close to a previous year or two, I don't really remember] (they're no longer in the tmnt fandom but, I still greatly appreciated their help when I struggled with finishing my second x reader oneshot book.)

No warnings to this since its just fluff and an established relationship with the turtle of your choice

Midnight Glow

You held an instruction manual to Donnie's spare tech bo and tried to follow said steps. Adjusting the device as a makeshift weight to the ladder, hoping that it wouldn't tip over.

"I would advise against that if you want to spend the rest of the holidays with a potential injury. And possibly into the new year with how the human body doesn't heal overnight."

"Could you at least hold the ladder since you don't seem bothered by the winter cold?"

Donnie ignored your slightly annoyed remark and held your waist as small neon bright purple rockets lifted both of you off the ground. His left hand grabbed the star on top of the ladder and carefully placed it in your hands. Then placing his chin above your head.

"Does that solve your predicament of finally placing the star piece ornament on top of the christmas tree... I just barely woke up because you almost snuck off with one of my emergency tech bo without-

The star decoration illuminated the festive tree and the handmade trinkets, he and the rest of the turtle fam made from yesterday's unexpected snowed in event. His eyes slowly widen at your well made accessory beside his rushed attempt at one.

"Not my fault that you fell asleep early because you didn't charge your heater ahead of time. Plus, I wanted to see if the star piece really had colorful auras since it was from the Hidden City. Despite losing half my money to that and getting your surprise santa gift..."

You felt Donnie hid his face on to the back of your neck but, still squeezing you tight as both of your feet reached the ground floor.

"You still stole one of my inventions without my permission but, I'll let it pass because you made an effort to bring an instruction manual."

"I might need your assistance to make a few simple ones because its a headache trying to explain some to the dumb dumbs."

You slightly adjusted out of his grasp to kiss his lips as part of the deal then letting him holding you again.

The following afternoon, he still clinged to your side claiming how his heater suddenly has a faulty battery and added that to the endless list of assistant duties. You managed to sneak a picture of him taking a nap on your shoulder while you two made a trip for a replacement battery.

Last Minute Evening

Leo caught the star's piece ornament handle by the teeth as he spotted one of his portals near the kitchen ceiling. Seeing you distract Raph who was holding a few holiday decorations and groceries. The red slider turtle then focusing on taking hold of the nearby ladder and placing the last piece on the christmas tree.

Just as Leo was about to breath a sigh of relief, he winced accidentally tasting the leftover glitter from the decoration. Causing him to lose his balance on the last three steps of the ladder. You quickly rushed over to the sudden noise as the blue hero gave a thumbs up despite a small bruise forming by his ankle.

"All that matters is that we finally finished decorating the tree!"

"Close to 2 hours because a certain turtle wanted to poke fun on his least favorite Jupiter Jim movie..."

Leo hopped to the living room couch and took out the first aid kit underneath the chair.

"You barely saw half of the movie while sorting through the boxes. I still did my fair share getting the blue ornaments up."

You helped holding his leg by the couch's arm as he tied the long bandage wrap over the bruise.

"If we get stuck again to decorate next year's christmas tree, would you actually be more interested if its a Jupiter Jim themed or Lou Jitsu one?"

"Wait, is that actually a thing that exists?!"

You immediately blushed the instant he held your face, too excited at the mere thought of making that idea into a reality.

"N-not that I know of but, I'm not doing it if you gonna pull another last minute lazy Leo moment or expect me to distract Raph again."

Leo noticed you lightly pulling his forearms down with a blushed face. However, he still kept a firm yet gentle hold by your chin with a sincere grin on his face.

"Then I guess I have to be more serious to get what I want..."

After a few minutes, you were a bit lightheaded from his forehead kiss as both of you helped Raph with another holiday chore.

But...

"Hey (Y/N), why do you have glitter on your forehead-"

The red slider turtle ran past his two younger brothers carrying a bunch of rolled up wrapping paper. And you immediately running after him while Donnie was the only one with no worried reaction.

Afternoon Decorating

Raph steadied his breathing while his larger bright red form acted as a ladder while you set the last few decorations on the christmas tree. He hasn't tried this sort of trust exercise with you and can feel his focus slipping with the amount of worry inside his mind. (potentially causing another chasm on his forehead.)

His shoulders eventually relaxed as you placed the star safely and the other Raph mimicking the same movements as well.

Once you reached the ground floor, both Raphs blushed pink from your surprise thank you kiss on to the transparent figure's face.

"I wanted to try a spell from a book I snuck into Donnie's library card tag. And how much do you think it will cost if I want to keep it for myself?"

The alligator snapping turtle shook his head but, lightly chuckled at your idea.

"Guess Raph has to keep a closer eye on (Y/N), the next time they hide a smile or crossing their fingers behind their back."

Raph bridal carrying his significant other and returning a bunny kiss back at them.

"Boo, you're no fun~"

Early Morning Furnishing

You barely kept your eyes open while being under Mikey's fluffy pajama jacket over his shell. And normally you would squint because of the star and its bright lights but, you had enough energy to be in awe of the decorated tree, now shining more because of the box shell turtle's overly optimistic personality. As he greeted you with a kiss to your now blushing face.

"Sorry for the extremely early wake up call but, I thought it would be a nice change of pace to see the tree before the morning sun arrived."

You held onto his arm with a yawn, nuzzling close to his cold-blooded temperature.

"It does look sort of pretty but, please don't do this all the time. I'm not exactly a morning person..."

"I could make it up to you, a souffle pancake just for sweet ol' (Y/N)!"

You smiled wrapping his jacket around the both of you.

"I almost feel spoiled getting the breakfast in bed treatment any time I sleep over here."

"You're cute when you do it! I mostly get some whines from two turtles who know how to cook but, chose to be stubborn in the most petty way possible."

You kissed Mikey's beak before your face landed on his pillow.

"I guess I got very lucky dating a patient turtle..."

Mikey blushed as he tucked you into his blanket. A one lovesick sigh at your sleeping form before he heads out of his room to make the family breakfast.

[delilaahh9]

Pages Turning

September 20th, 2021

2:39 am

Annabelle would rather do anything then be on bed rest, sure she has wasted so many days by just laying in bed but those were illness or pure laziness, when she had the choice to, now she is actively forced. Jack was able to drive her home before practice where he explained the whole situation to his parents since she was still… drugged up from surgery.

Ellen had told her to take a nap to which Anna declined and kept “crunching” herself out of her room, to the point where Jim shut her door at 7pm after dinner and said he’d put a piece of tape at the bottom of her door so if she opened it then the tape would rip off and he would know.

Now she sits up against her headboard with her notebook and guitar in hand.

Her feelings had been getting the best of her, seeing a picture from a party last night and slightly in the background was mark smiling at a girl who had her arm looped through his. Which sent the brunette down a rabbit hole of song writing about her feelings.

“she.. wears your number..” she smiles and writes the lyric down.

She began to hum a melody when her door was lightly pushed open. “Luke no” she scolds when her brother enters the room.

“What?” He asks.

“Dad taped my door I’m gonna get in shit” she whispers.

“um.. there was no tape on your door” he says back with eye brows drawn in, then opens up the door to show her. “Dammit” she groans and sits back.

“Whatcha singing?” He asks while laying down next to her.

“new music” the brunette mumbles and closes her book only for him to take it and flip it to the first page titled “bad ones” and began to read, While she set her guitar to the side.

“Holy shit Annie, who is this about?” He asks and flips to the next song called “rubberband”

“um, those two are about max” she says quietly and embarrassed she writing about a relationship from 3 years ago.

“I always knew he was a dick.. like I always knew” he emphasizes but keeps looking through the book.

“I know Luke, you mention every-” she noticed he was stopped at the one she was just working on so she snatched it away and hid it under her back.

“woah woah woah what was that” he asked.

“Nothing for your eyes” she mumbles and picks up her phone which she hasn’t been on since earlier yesterday when she chucked it on the pavement. Leaving a crack across the bottom.

“woah” she mutters seeing 15 messages from her friends and 10 alone from mark.

Care 🐻

Hey babes!

I heard what happened

I’m gonna drop off some soup my momma made tomorrow Morning.

Thank you carigan 💗

Abigail

Dukers told me what happened.

If you need anything let me know! :(

Of course, thank you 💗

Zo Zo🌷

Talked to e today :(

How’s my girl feeling?

I’m alright

Doc said no dancing till fall :(

Oh my god?!

mhm but it gives me more time to write

Write a song about me before your famous!

I won’t be famous.. but I’ll think about it 😉 

“Wake me if you need anything, okay?” Luke says as he stands up. “night”

“Goodnight Luke” she says back and begins to dial marks phone number.

“Anna, are you okay?” He says when he answers after one ring.

“Yes mark, I’m alright, a little sore but I’ll be.. ok” she sighs, it won’t be okay. She can’t do one of the two things that makes her happy in this world.

“I know you’re not alright, which is why I’m coming over- not now- but tomorrow afternoon. So you aren’t home alone”

“Don’t you have a game to play tomorrow night- actually I have a game to go to.”

“He will be okay if you miss it Ann, and it’s just a practice which is from 8-10 so I’ll get to you about 11“

“Thank you-” she cuts herself off with a loud yawn. “But I think I gotta go to bed”

“You do, goodnight princess”

“Night mark”

It took her a second, but then she realized what he had called her.

*Princess*

[therealcinnamoncarter]

Willy and Barney: love at first sight

After the IMF team came back from a mission everyone was tired so they went to their rooms but only Barney and Willy stayed in the living room, poor Barney looked tired and restless but only Willy knew he didn’t get any sleep just working all day and night

Willy: “Barney, you should get some rest, you’ve been working all day and night, at least take an one or two hour nap.”

Barney looked at Willy with an tired expression on his face

Barney: “Willy I’m not that tired yet-“

Willy: “no barney, you need some sleep, we’re all tired. At least take a nap or something”

Barney: “but I still have work to do or Jim will be mad”

Willy: “jim wouldn’t get mad at us, he never got mad at one of us. I’ll tell him that you aren’t feeling your best and you are just tired”

Barney looked at him still with tired eyes but a hint of love in his eyes as he looked at his boyfriend

Barney: “you would do that for me?”

Willy: “of course I would, you don’t need to overwork yourself over and over again, Jim wouldn’t want that either nor cinnamon and Rollin. You need some rest Barney.”

Barney: “I guess you are right Willy, I do need to rest…I should take a nap.”

Willy felt happy that Barney was finally able to agree to rest, he took his hand and walked him to Willy’s bedroom, Barney took off his suit jacket and his shoes as Willy gave him some pajamas

Barney: “Willy you shouldn’t-“

Willy: “I can always get more pajamas and besides I have a lot of pajamas just go take a shower and sleep.”

Barney smiled at Willy and went to the bathroom to take a shower, Willy put on his pajamas and laid down to wait for Barney, after a short time Barney came out in pajamas and laid down next to Willy

Barney: “you were right, I am tired…I should get some sleep, good night Willy”

Willy smiled and wraps his arms around him

Willy: “good night Barney.”

@anastablack here is the fanfic, let me know how it is 🌚

[teeentyonepilots]

for your joshler prompts: how about some emotional hurt/comfort about settling into fast moving tour life (maybe + jim/how family plays into that, or tyler's "it's intense" comment in the new webseries episode)?

if that sparks any inspiration in you :) i hope you have a good birthday week!

(Thank you for sending!! Always love some emotional comfort)

The starting of a tour at the beginning of an era marked the transition between dreams and plans into actuality. Tyler spent the quiet times at home contemplating every idea and whim that crossed his brain to envision if it was possible. Josh would help him rein in his more elaborate proposals to create something doable.

Carrying it out was agonizing. So many moving parts and crew and crowd to wrangle. Tyler found he loved commanding attention and direction. He reveled in the challenge. Their shows have always been and will be epic.

But in the quiet times late at night after rehearsals or those first couple of shows, his brain raced through all the details. Everywhere that went wrong. He’d try to close his eyes and then his lids would project everything in fast forward. Not coherent to productively change or improve, just rattling doubts and criticism.

He wasn’t sleeping. Couldn’t sleep. Dark circles under his eyes growing each night and Tyler ignored it.

But Josh noticed. He was used to this routine every tour. Waiting to see if Tyler figured it out or he needed to step in. All it took was for Tyler to snap over something completely inconsequential, storming around alone in his dressing room, for Josh to spring into action.

“Hey,” was all Josh needed to say for Tyler to deflate and lose steam.

“Hey yourself,” though Tyler didn’t have any venom left.

“C’mere.” Josh opened his arms and Tyler walked in them, exhaling as if he’d been holding his breath for a month. Josh walked them backwards to the couch, Tyler letting himself be directed, giving up control. Words weren’t needed between them. It didn’t happen often, but it wasn’t the first time.

The couch was too small to fully stretch out, but it didn’t matter when Tyler could finally start to crash. His head finding a home in Josh’s lap, his fingers scratching and massaging his aching and exhausted skull.

“Don’t know why I can’t shake it this tour. It’s too… too much, too intense. I want it to be so good.”

Josh hummed and kept pace with his fingers. “You’re doing so good. You’ve put so much into everything. It’s okay to rest.”

Tyler’s brain was blissfully empty, finally. Only the rise and fall of his breath, Josh’s hand in his hair, and his warm thigh under his cheek. It was just going to be a short nap. That would give him enough energy for the show, and carry him through. Maybe he’d ask Josh to do this again later, helping him fall asleep for a full night. But for now, just a little nap.

[theycalledmekay]

This Means War

This is a William Ransom fan fiction work created on Wattpad by me.

Her name was Catherina. Princess of England, daughter of King George.

She was missing.

The posters were up everywhere in England and the 13 colonies. Even in North Carolina, where she was. She was hiding in the woods by a ridge. Frasier's Ridge. The house was beautiful, but she couldn't get close. She stayed in a tree.

Until the fateful night, she saw soldiers. If she were to be caught, they would send her back home, and who knew what was waiting for her there. Cece knew the man who had kidnapped her was dead. Long gone, in fact. Stephen Bonnet had been murdered. She had been glad when she found out.

She laid down on the branch she was on, carefully and quiet. If only the guards hadn't heard the snap. Her eyes widened.

"Who's there!" A not to familiar voice calls. The Frasier's were demanded to investigate. The man, with long red hair, finds her. She begs him to stay quiet with her eyes.

"There is no one here! Just a birds nest." He says the the soldier. "Get down then, Mr. Frasier!" The soldier sighs. "Lord John Grey will visit you in the morrow." The soldier walks off.

"Lass, what are yeh doin' in the tree?" The man asks her finally. "I was trying to nap as I've only stayed in this tree and done no harm." Cece replies. "Got a name, lass?" He asks her. "Uhm..." She couldn't use her real name... could she? No, everyone would know she was Catherina. "Cercei." She responds.

"Come along. Let's get you to the ridge before the soldier comes back." Once bathed and feeling much better, Mr. and Mrs. Fraser fed her, making her feel much better. "I apologize, Mr. and Mrs. Fraser. I didn't realize I was evading." Catherina apologized.

"Oh, it's quite alright, dear. My daughter saw you up there a few days ago. We were wondering why you were hiding." Mrs. Fraser says. "Come now. Let me lead you to your room where you may rest for the night." For the first time in months, Catherina slept well.

Many months later:

"Mistress Fraser -" "Yes, Cece! You can come with! We're sending Briana and Roger off. They are moving!" Claire invites her along. Holding Mandy and helping Jimmy, Cece went along with Bree to grab some items the children and her might need.

"Lord John!" Bree almost bumps into the man. Cece stops and freezes seeing the young British soldier. "Madam." He nods to her. Her breathing almost stops altogether, and she almost faints.

"Cersei!" Jimmy taps her arm. "Are you alright?!" The young boy asks. "Ah yes, Jim. I'm quite fine. Just had a bit of spell." She says softly. The soldier offers her his hand. "I can help you and the children back if you and the other Mistress don't mind."

Shruging his hand off and acting a bit hostile. The words she uttered next made the young soldiers rethink his action as if he had horrified the young woman. "I am fine. Perhaps, if you stayed away-" "Cersei!" Bree shrieked. "We don't speak to soldiers like that!"

"Red Coat!" Cersei hisses. "Rebel!" The soldier hisses under his breath. "She's not too keen on soldiers, I apologize. She claims she was kidnapped from England." The soldier realized who she was. "I understand. No ill intent. I insist on helping though, Miss-" "Cersei." She says softly.

"I do not need your assistance." She bows and hurries off with the children. "Father, how long has it been since the Princess has been missing?" William finally asks before he could be introduced to Bree. "Almost a year now. You don't seriously think that girl could be Catherina, do you?" Lord John Grey asks.

"I'm afraid you're right. See how defensive she got -" "She could be a rebel, Willie." Lord John Grey interupts. "I believe the Princess is long gone, my boy. She'll never be found." Lord John Grey shakes his head. "Some of us still have hope." William disagrees. He introduces himself to Bree and then walks off.

He sees Cersei again. She seemed in a better mood now. She noticed him again and he saw the guilt in her eyes. She approaches him.

"Good morrow." She chimes. "Good morrow." He bids. "I'd like to apologize about my terrible behavior earlier." She stops walking. Seeing as they are in the middle of a road, he gently moves her out of the way of a carriage.

She thanks him, softly. "All has been forgiven, Miss Cersei." He says, holding her arm steady as she slips in the mud. "I didn't quite catch your name, soldier." She says.

"Leftenant (Lieutenant) Lord Ellesmere William Ransom." He introduced himself. "Lady Cersei of York." She lies. He nods and bows. She gulps, taking a long breath. "Care to accompany me?" She asks.

He nods in agreement, and the two walk around the town. They talk for a decent while until dusk. "I'm afraid I must go, Mistress Cersei. It was quite an honor meeting you." He bows. She smiles.

"Rise soldier. I am no queen." She jokes. He smiles. "Until we meet again." He nods. "Until then, Leftenant." The two part ways. "What was that about?" Bree asks as Cece makes her return.

"Oh, nothing. Had to... Apologize to Lord Ellesmere." Cece smiles. "Did you get too overwhelmed?" Claire asks her. "Well... I believe so. Mistress, he seems.... indifferent." Cece says.

"Oh Pa, should we tell her!" Bree exclaims. "Don't trouble yerself lass. We may 'as well tell 'er." Jamie sighs. "Is it about Lord Ellesmere?" Cece asks. "Yes." Claire sighs. "As you know, I disappeared for almost twenty years. Jamie was serving out his parole in Helwater. A young woman by the name of Geneva Dunsany was infatuated with him. She was to wed the Eighth Earl of Ellesmere, Ludovic Ransom, who could not have children." Claire says.

Cece's jaw dropped.

"Don't say anymore. I think I understand. Cockoldry, correct. He's illegitimate. The illegal son of Mister Fraser and Lady Dunsany?" Cece says. "Yes." Jamie says. Cece thought about it.

As a princess, such a crime could have the man hanged for allowing it, however... No one knew she was the princess. "Your secret shall be safe with me." She nods. She thought back to the Lord of Ellesmere.

He did resemble Jamie very little. He even had the highlander fire in his eyes.

The battle of Saratoga:

Hiding in the trees, Cersei aimed her bow straight and true, waiting for the first brit to fire.

She was committing high treason for the Frasers, and she was damn sure going to keep them safe. The British stood in a line, straight and true.

The slight talking of two soldiers made her look over. She was gonna shoot one. She smirked and took her aim.

One of the Colonials fired. "You dumb shit!" Cece cursed.

She shot the other one, but he moved just as she fired. It took his hat clean off, and she gasped, "Lord Ellesmere!"

It seemed like he heard her cry as his gaze swept the area. His eyes seemingly landed on hers. Her look of shock and his of anger. He was speaking, but the rush of her heart was strong in her ears.

He drew his sword and charged with his men. His screams on the field made her feel guilty. She accidentally shot one of her own, making the brits yell, "Sniper!"

She rained down her army of arrows until she was out. Jamie saw this, and so did William. He fought with his highlander spirit, she could tell.

Jamie was suddenly knocked out, and the battle subsided. Most of the colonials were dead, many brits as well. She gulped, and she watched as all of them as they searched and searched for her.

She prayed that they wouldn't find her, but they did. "Look 'ey here. I say we use her -" "We bring her back as prisoner. You know the rules." William retorts.

"Come on down, Mistress. We won't hurt you." William tries to coax her. "Go away! I'm hunting!" She lies. "Hunting what? The Royal Army?!" One of the soldiers yelled.

"Please, Lady York! It's dangerous!" William sighs. All the soldiers gasped. "No one touch me except for Leftenant Ellesmere, then!" She promises. "Yes, Mistress." They abliged.

She slowly climbs down, sliding on the last moment and landing almost on her behind if Jamie hadn't caught her.

"Be a shame if the lass fell. Right lads?" He asks. He takes off running, most of the army after him, leaving William and Catherina alone. "Lady York, I apologize, but if you don't run now, you'll be hanged for treason." He says. "I know, Leftenant." She sighs. "My condolences. At least I shot your hat off." She jokes.

"I knew it." He chuckles. "I'll be in the trees, keeping you safe when I run." She smiles. "Go, now!" He gently nudges her. "See you again? On the battlefield?" She laughs, running.

"I hope not, Lady York." He calls after her, watching her run. He runs in the opposite direction, chashing after his father.

Jamie survived, and so did Catherina.

The battle of Saratoga 2:

The early morning signals the cries of war.

Saratoga. Another time.

Catherina shared the strategy. "They will be looking in the trees. They caught me there last time. If I make it past the fence and be on their side, they will assume I am with them." She chuckles. They nod.

"Be careful." Jamie warned. She nods. She runs across and finds a tree. Climbing it, she nestled herself into the hollow part where it almost split off.

The drums start, and the battle slowly commences. Waiting until the right time, she notices them trying to shoot and kill General Fraser. Her aim would be true until she notices. "Not again!" She groans. She shoots Lord Ellesmere this time.

In the hand. His shriek made the Brits panic. It wasn't deep, and he released who it was.

"Damn woman." He mumbles under his breath. He fights, pulling the arrow out. Suddenly, they come face to face with each other.

"Cersei!" He grabs her, pulling her out of the way of another soldier. "Kill me." She begs. "I'd rather you than anyone else." William gulps at those words.

Taking a deep breath, he choked her gently, causing her to pass out. He fights until most men are dead. They retreat, and he looks over at Cersei.

"Aye Leftenant Ellesmere killed the sniper!" The men cheer. William sighed and pretended to be happy until one of his men got shot with her arrow.

He turned swift as did the others. "Heed my warning!" He stares at her in shock at her words. "She's just begging to be killed, isn't she!" General Fraser sighs, but then he collapses.

"General!" William rushes to him immediately. Everyone turns to them.

He sighs, "Damn woman!" William curses, again. Everyone agrees with him. They trugg on, eventually forgetting about her, hoping to save General Fraser in time.

Unfortunately, they didn't. General Fraser died not much after they got back to camp. William grieved him.

Camp:

Leftenant Lord Ellesmere was enjoying being out of battle. He really dreaded it. Until a curly haired woman angrily grabbed him. He stared in shock. Mistress Fraser.

".... basic necessities of care for your prisoners. Sir, are you hearing me?" When she noticed his strange face.

"I-" He stutters. He chuckles. "I beg your pardon, Madam. I do believe I know you?" He questions it. "Your Mistress Fraser, are you not?" He smiles. Her eyes sparkled with recognition.

"I am." "I am Leftenant Lord Ellesmere, William Ransom." He bows. "I visited your home on Fraser's Ridge when I was still a boy." He stopped a moment and noticed a certain look in her eyes. "You saved my father's life." The realization sets in for him at that moment, too. Claire Fraser was a rebel.

"William." She smiles. "You're a rebel?" He asks as he turns back to face her, realizing where she had been. She nods, "Yes."

She feels a bit disappointed. After this exchange, with some bandages and food brought to the prisoners, William was left with his head reeling.

He went to his tent to grab something, and he walked in and saw her.

Immediately, he closed the flap, making sure no one saw her. "Cersei." He glares. "Leftenant-" He covers her mouth.

"Leftenant? Has anyone seen Lord Ellesmere?" He hears someone calling for him. She stares in horror. He silently tells her to be quiet. They sneek out the other side and run to the Forrest not that far at the edge of his camp.

Cersei giggles, "That was fun! Let's do it again!" "I'm afraid not. This is where I leave you." He sighs. "Leftenant!" She grabs his arm.

"Cersei, if you get caught here, you will be captured. I don't want another rebel I know in my prisoner quarters." He sighs. "Leftenant, I- William..." She sighs.

"I just wanted to make sure you were alright." She looks down. "You've never been fond of... what do you Yankees call us British.... Red Coats?" He teases. "Aye, we call them Red Coats. Because they have red coats stained with blood." She pretends.

He smiles. "You should go." He warnes her. "I wanna stay." She keeps her hand entangled in his. "Lady York-" He sighs.

"Lord Ellesmere-" "Run!" He pushes her gently. She stares in shock and suddenly runs off. "What was that about?" One of the other men asks him.

"Just a random girl asking about the war. Such a strange girl." He turns to his soldier. "Leftenant, Mistress Fraser got her items." He nods. "Thank you." William says.

The soldier walks off, and William sees Cersei farther ahead, in another clearing, picking some flowers. He smiled.

That poor innocent girl was gonna get herself killed. He walked back to camp. It was slowly getting later and then he saw her.

Dressed as an Native American. "Cece!" Claire pulls on her dress. "Not a worry, Claire. I can-" She turns and freezes. "Lord Ellesmere." She looks at her feet. "Cersei." He sighs.

Suddenly, a fire starts. He glares. "Take her. I saw nothing." He nods. Cersei helps Claire get to the exit, but not before she runs back to William, who had turned to walk away.

"Lord Ellesmere." He turns to face her. She kisses his cheek and runs off. How.... interesting. His gaze lingers on the exit after he watches her disappear. Interesting.

Many months later, after the war:

William walks inside. "Father-" He freezes seeing.... Mac. His head reeled. For a moment, hearing him speak. A voice so familiar.

"William James." His jaw dropped.

Lord John Grey turned to his son. "Willie-" "You will not call me such a name!" Everyone stared at him. "William-" "I know all I need to!" William goes to storm out. "William!" It was Cersei.

He huffs and walks away anyway. "William!" Catherina hurries after him. He doesn't stop. "William, please!" He turns.

"What do you want?!" He snaps. At this point, they were deep in the forest by Fraser Ridge. "Apologize!" She stops him by grabbing his arm. She had decided not to tie up her hair today. Worst mistake of her life.

"I will do no such thing." He pulls away from her. "William!" She yells at him.

"You can't command me! You are not the king of England!" He yells back. "You are so petulant!" She screamed. "At least I'm not a princess!" He growls. "At least I'm not a bastard!" She responds.

His hand connects with her cheek. She gasps, and he looks at her, horror in his eyes. "Catherina!" He grabs her arm as she goes to run off. "I didn't mean to harm you." He pleads with her.

He gently gets on his knees in front of her. "Get up!" She whispers. "Get up!" She changes her tone to a yell. He gets up swiftly.

"I could have you and your family hanged, but I won't. It's a privilege knowing a princess, isn't it." She growls.

"Such a high rank and yet as a bastard you feel you don't deserve it and -" "Hush." William whispers softly. "You think that one will know-" "SHUT IT!" William snaps.

"YOUR SUCH AN ADDLE PATE!" She screams. "You can be so awful and-"

He shuts her up by grabbing her arms and throwing her forward. Their lips connect, and she freezes up. He pulls away almost immediately, ashamed by his actions.

She stares at him in shock, eyes pooling with tears. "Catherina, I-" "Catherina is in England... Cersei is in North Carolina." She says softly as a tear slowly slides down her cheek.

She wipes it forcefully. "I deeply apologize, Lord Ellesmere. I shouldn't have called you a bastard and such other foul names."

She turns and runs to away from him. "Cersei!" He calls after her. He sighed and sat on a log. This princess was gonna be the death of him.

Part 2?? And for anyone wondering, an "Addle Pate" is a foolish or dumb witted person

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

day ten: whipping

a Vaniah story. word count 1,233.

Staring straight ahead, Vaniah felt his consciousness unlatch. It drifted away from his body, and he watched himself lie blank-eyed on the hospital bed. The hypnotist said something which Vaniah didn’t catch; then he said, “Sleep.” Vaniah’s consciousness faded out, but his eyes remained open.

When he came to himself, an unknown time later, the hypnotist was nodding contentedly. “You’re a good patient, Vaniah. You’ve responded very successfully.”

He studied the person in front of him and said, rather stiffly, “What did you do to me?”

“You’ll find out presently?”

“What,” he repeated, voice low and dangerous, “did you do to me?”

The other actually took a step backwards, stared wide-eyed, and said, “Not enough, apparently.”

Vaniah blinked. “Did you try and program the violence out of me?”

“You’re a dangerous man, Vaniah.”

“So I need to be, what—psychologically neutered?” he said. The other winced.

“I wouldn’t have used such language. This merely makes you able to respond better to the psychological intervention mainly led by Jim.”

He didn’t know what to think of Jim anymore. He had got so many conflicting pieces of information about him.

“He has your best interests at heart,” the hypnotist assured him. “How do you feel about getting up and going back to the compound?”

Vaniah rolled off the bed and to his feet in one motion. “Absolutely fine. Lead me to it.” He wanted to see Mordecai, but even more than Mordecai he wanted to see Maria.

He was led through a maze of corridors to the outdoors, where the hypnotist left him without a goodbye. As he stood irresolutely in the space just outside the front door of the hospital, Jim called from a little distance away, “Vaniah!”

He turned; there was a certain warm feeling towards his commander that he had not experienced yet before. Perhaps that was a result of the hypnotherapy. Crossing the distance between them, he became aware of a faint dizziness, or perhaps distance from himself, as if his consciousness, having unlatched, had not quite integrated with itself again. He shook himself to make the strange feeling dissipate.

Jim frowned slightly. “What’s wrong?”

“I feel a little strange, that’s all.” He also wanted a nap; his room sounded a very attractive place right now, and he matched Jim’s pace in hopes of getting there sooner.

“I hope you don’t need to rest; there’s important things to do this afternoon, I’m afraid.”

“After I’ve had all this hypnotherapy?” He glanced at the sun to estimate the time. “That took a solid five hours.”

“Five hours of rest! Yes, a bit of programming in there, but there was rest too.”

Vaniah sighed. “Can I convince you to let me rest?”

“You must be strong, Vaniah,” was the answer. “In the industry you’re going into, strength is necessary: and not just giving up when the going gets tough.”

If I’d been the sort who gives up when the going gets tough I would have been out of this training long ago, and been the better for it, he thought, but did not say. “Do you think I have the strength and determination to make it?”

“I do.” Jim smiled at him. “I think you can make it—like very few people can. You have something that very, very few people have.”

“And what’s that?” asked Vaniah in irrepressible curiosity.

“Implacable stubbornness. You will go to any lengths to reach your goals. Which makes you a terrifying man in the wrong hands. In ours, however, you are safe.”

“And if you don’t have my best interests at heart?” He said it jokingly, but watched the other intently as he spoke.

“Why would you think we didn’t?”

Why did you make so many people die or get injured? Why did you kill our hearts? “Everyone has the potential for harm.”

“It’s a dangerous man who closes his eyes to the difficult truths; to the possibility he might be doing the wrong thing. Have the courage to look at the worst version of yourself and accept it, and only then will you find yourself truly balanced.”

“I think I’ve lost myself.” It came out in a whisper: his deepest and most terrifying secret. “I don’t know who I am anymore. I never—I didn’t think I was capable of all the things I’ve done.”

“And now you know. We break you, we unmake you, and from those broken remains we resurrect a man fit for purpose.”

“The breaking hurts.”

“It must. Come, you must hurry up.” They had been dawdling during their conversation. “We have things to do and places to be in just ten minutes.”

He followed without comment, cogitating.

Presently he found himself next to Maria in the meeting hall again. She glanced at him, gaze full of something she could not utter. She was just opening her mouth when Jim clapped his hands and said, “Everybody line up.”

He lined up in front of Maria, whole body screaming for rest. Fear squirmed like a live eel in his stomach. There were fewer here today; he wondered how many people had flunked out in the ‘hands on’ experience of their injuries. How many had died?

When he was ushered into the room again, he saw the doctor he had attacked; grew still while his heart beat hard in his ears, and remembered Mordecai. He would not attack him.

“You have grown wise,” said the doctor, and laughed. “Do not attack me again or it will be the worse for you.”

“I could kill you,” he said, flatly. “You know that I could.”

“And I know you will not.—Not if you don’t want to become the man you would despise.”

“I despise you.”

“And you would despise yourself if you snapped and killed me too. I am safe. Now,” in a brisk voice and with a change of tone, “lie down on your face on the ground.”

Uncertainly, he did so. Handcuffs were snapped around his wrists and ankles and drawn moderately tight. His body pressed hard against the floor.

The doctor removed his shirt by the simple expedient of tearing it in half at his back, and leaving it where it was, exposing his back. Vaniah’s breathing quickened. What was going on?

The first lash caught him utterly by surprise. He gasped, tightened his hands into fists and held in a scream by sheer force of will. “What—are you doing to me?” he said through clenched teeth. Another line of pain crossed his back and he inhaled sharply.

“Showing you how it feels.” A third lash, and this time he felt it draw blood. “You have to know how it feels.”

“Why?”

“So that you know precisely what you’re inflicting, when it gets to that.” The whip whistled audibly before the line of fire lanced across his left shoulder. This time Vaniah cried out. “Be calm. Take it as well as you may, but if you don’t, nobody is judging you.”

He bit his lip hard enough to taste blood. “Why would I do this to anyone if I know how it—ah!—feels?”

“Needs must. It’s an unfortunate reality of life that sometimes you have to do something you don’t want to do; a means to an end.”

He closed his eyes and endured. “A means to an end,” Vaniah said when he could speak again. “That seems singularly heartless.”

[tocourtdisaster]

Fanfic Round-up 2023

Holy crap, I actually wrote enough this year to make doing one of these posts worth it!

All stories are locked to AO3 users only. I have invites if anyone needs one.

The last three stories are part of my WIP Amnesty, meaning they're unfinished and will never be finished. Read at your own discretion.

Emotional Motion Sickness (Star Wars: The Bad Batch | CF99, Rex, Phee | 5505 words)

Echo is sitting alone in the cockpit when the comm starts to blink with an incoming transmission. It’s Rex, hopefully with some actionable intel, but Echo isn’t going to hold his breath. Or: Clone Force 99 doesn't rescue Omega and Crosshair from Mount Tantiss; Rex does.

No Alterations (Star Wars: The Bad Batch | CF99 | 450 words)

"Wait, if Omega is an unaltered Fett clone, then why is she a girl?" Oh my god, Wrecker, you can't just ask someone why they're a girl.

A Step to the Left (Star Wars: The Bad Batch | CF99 | 1442 words)

His first immediate thought is to order everyone back to the rail line, but half of the squad is still in the hangar. A different choice is made and the universe moves a step to the left.

Waiting to Begin (Star Wars Prequels Era | Mace Windu, Leia | 862 words)

Mace has just settled onto a comfortably padded bench in a secluded garden, thermos of tea and packet of biscuits at his side, his datapad displaying the first page of a novel that Shaak had recommended to him just last week, when a whirlwind rushes through the open doorway.

Until Break of Dawn (Star Wars: The Clone Wars | pre-Codywan | 686 words)

It's a beautiful planet and under any other circumstances, he might be able to enjoy the sights, but as it stands, it feels like they've been redeployed here every other week to try to take back the same ground they've been fighting with the Seppies over for the entire war.

Bedside Manner (Star Wars: The Clone Wars | Codywan | 1769 words)

Normally Cody wouldn't answer a personal message while on the bridge, but normally his general wouldn't have been left behind while the rest of the battalion was dispatched under another Jedi. He makes sure that his comm is routed to his bucket and not his vambrace projector and accepts the call. "Cody here." "Cody," says Fox on the other end of the call. "You need to get down here ASAP. It's your general."

Easy as Breathing (Star Wars: The Clone Wars | Codywan | 834 words)

Cody takes an accidental nap on the most comfortable bed in the galaxy.

I am not the ghost you are to me (Star Trek: AOS & The Lord of the Rings | Jim Kirk, Eomer, past Jim/Bones | 1205 words | WIP Amnesty)

It all starts with the cultural anthropology department requesting permission to observe a pre-warp civilization. If it was purely up to Jim, he'd just say yes and let them fabricate native clothing and go down there, but it's not, so it takes nearly two weeks of orbiting an Earth-like planet before they receive the go-ahead from HQ.

Young Not-Married Not-a-Couple (Star Trek AOS | Jim Kirk, Leonard McCoy, pre-Jim/Bones | 2678 words | WIP Amnesty)

The relationship between Jim and Bones could best be described as "old married couple" except they're not even dating.

The roads we choose all end up the same (The Hobbit | Female Bilbo Baggins, Gandalf, Kili | 4288 words | WIP Amnesty)

Bell had once foolishly thought that battles must be the worst things on the face of the earth, filled with violence and pain and death, but that was before she'd had to deal with their aftermath.

[angstysebfan]

Just Friends - Part 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: This is a 2-parter. You've been just friends with Bucky since you first joined the Avengers, but is there more? You both deny it. What happens with Bucky gets a girlfriend, who may not like your relationship? Warnings: Angst, jealousy, asshole girlfriends, cursing

A/N: I hope I made this even better than it was before. It’s a 2-parter. Part 2 will hopefully be out tomorrow. None of my stories are edited or beta’d. If you want to be a part of my taglist, please request. My old taglist no longer is active.

When you first joined the Avengers, you instantaneously felt comfortable with everyone, but there was one person that you clicked with more than the others. Bucky Barnes. He was shy for maybe a day before realizing how much you both have in common. He became your person and you became his, platonically of course. Sometimes you wonder if there is more, but you don't dwell on it much. You're happy being exactly what you are to each other. Like right now, you're sitting on the couch watching TV, your feet on Bucky’s lap, with him massaging your calves. You both sit and watch Ace Ventura, because you both love comedy and Jim Carey is king. When the movie was finally over, you look over at Bucky and give him a smile.

“So what do you want to do now?” you ask, nudging your foot into his hard abdomen.

He squeezes your foot and tickles the bottom of it, making you giggle and pull your foot toward you. He chuckles and grabs you foot back to put in on his lap, continuing his massage.

“We could take a nap,” he said with raised eyebrows.

You smile and nod at him excitedly. “Your room or mine?” you ask.

He stands up, letting your feet drop, he turns and reaches for your hands. He pulls you off the couch and leads you toward his room, stilling holding onto your one hand.

You close the door behind you and climb into the bed with Bucky, and snuggle into his open arms. You feel a kiss on the top of your head and nuzzle your nose into his chest. It didn’t take you long to fall asleep with the sound of his steady heartbeat and the warmth of his arms. This is probably your favorite place.

When you wake up, a few hours later, you realize you're alone in his room. You decide to look for him and head back toward the common room and hear Sam, Steve and Bucky talking.

“It’s not a big deal guys. Y/N is my best friend… besides you,” you guess Bucky points at Steve when he says this last part.

“I don’t know man, you guys act like you’re dating,” Sam says.

“Are you sure you don’t have feelings for her?” you hear Steve ask.

Your heart starts pounding in your chest. Now you've been asked the same question by Nat and Wanda, and you always stated you were both just friends, but again you wonder if it's really true. And while you assume you know his answer, you kinda hope he says that he does have feelings, then you won't feel stupid for your "feelings".

“We're just friends,” he says with confidence.

You can’t help the slight disappointment, but shake it off because of course your just friends. You were perfectly okay with just being friends with Bucky, and you didn’t care that the rest of the team didn’t get it.

“Guys, trust me. I will NEVER see Y/N like that. She's far from my type. Plus, I already started talking to a girl, who's so amazing,” Bucky says.

You can’t help but gasp at that statement, and have tears coming down your cheeks. While you understand he may only like you as a friend, to hear that you'll never be his type hurts you more than you care to admit. Then to hear that he has been talking to someone else send another stab into your heart. Maybe you do have stronger feelings for Bucky than you realized, and maybe you need to deal with those feelings and quickly since they will never be reciprocated.

–

The next day you were in the the gym lifting weights, when Bucky came strolling in. He was on the phone, and you couldn’t help but notice the wide smile he had on. When he hung up the phone, he made a B-line to you. You take a deep breath and get into the correct head space.

“Hello my Bella. Haven’t seen you since our nap yesterday. Everything okay?” He asks. You continue with your exercise and give him a small smile. “Yup.” He looks at you, waiting for more of an answer. When you don’t elaborate, he can’t help but feel nervous, but quickly shakes it away.

“Hey, you busy later? I kinda have someone I want you to meet.” He asks. You look into his eyes, prepared to blow him off, but you see the hope in them. “Um… yea sure.” you say quietly. He smiles and walks toward the punching bag to begin his own workout.

After you both finish your workouts, and shower, he knocks on your door. “Hey Belle, you ready?” he asks when you open the door. “Uh, yeah. Let’s go.” You walk out of the room, and Bucky immediately wraps his flesh arm around your shoulders, as he leads you to the elevator.

Once you left the compound, you both walk to the pizza place about a 20 minute walk since the compound property is so big. Bucky has his arm around you the entire time, and eventually you wrap yours around his waist and relax. So what you're going to meet a girl he is talking to. Talking to someone is nothing, and maybe it won't even work out.  You both enter the pizza place, and Bucky leads you toward a red head sitting in the booth in the back. Bucky had immediately released you when you entered, but grabbed your hand as he lead you walked to the booth.

The red head smiles at Bucky, but her smile slips slightly as her eyes asses you and your joined hands. You can’t help the blush of anxiety in your cheeks. Bucky releases your hand, when the red head gets out of the booth and tightly embraces her.

“Hey, Dot. You been waiting long?” he asks.

She shakes her head ‘no’ into his chest as her hands caress the hairs on the back of his neck. When they pull apart, she holds his head and pulls him into a kiss. Your breath hitches and you try to look somewhere else, wanting nothing more than to cry and possibly vomit. Bucky pulls away from Dot and turns to look at you with an embarrassed smile. You see the blush in his cheeks, but you try to act nonchalant, and you hope you succeed. Bucky takes your hand and pulls you next to him.

“Dot, this is Y/N. She's my best friend. Y/N, this is Dot. My girlfriend,” he says looking between the two of you with a proud smile.

Your eyes snap up to Bucky’s in surprise. Girlfriend?! You thought he was just talking but they are actually dating? What. The. Fuck! You put your spy talents to use and pretend to be somewhat happy.

“Dot, it's nice to meet you,” you say as you extend your hand to shake hers.

Dot looks at you with a fake smile. “I’m sure,” she says as she grabs your hand.

You are taken aback by this, but squeeze her hand as hard as you can. You see her wince, and just grin at her. Bucky looks happy and motions for the three of you to sit in the booth. He sits next to Dot, and they hold hands and Bucky caressing hers with his thumb. Throughout the whole lunch Dot kept leaning into Bucky and constantly touched him. You get more aggravated each time she touches him, knowing she was staking her claim on him in front of you. She obviously found you and your relationship with Bucky threatening. She also talks to him in a squeaky babylike voice, that runs right through you. You try your best to act the part of the best friend, but your heart is completely broken. No wonder he'll never look at you like that. This is obviously the type of girl he is interested in, and you will never be this type of girl. Thank god.

When you're done, you walk outside of the restaurant, turn and look at Dot.

“It was nice to meet you,” you say with a fake but polite smile.

She gives you a knowing smirk, “You too, uh… I’m sorry what was your name again?” she says.

Your polite smile falls and scowl forms. “Y/N,” you say flatly.

“Right, Y/N.”

You look at Bucky, “You ready to go?” you say.

Bucky looks weird and is avoiding you eyes, “Um, actually I’m going to go to Dot’s for the night,” he says quietly.

You're fucking pissed because you walked here, which means you now have to walk back, alone. It’s now basically dark, and you are in nowhere upstate New York. You stare at Bucky in disbelief and then at Dot, who has a smug grin on her face as she wraps her arms around Bucky, pulling him in the direction of her car.

“Oh, great. Well… uh.. have fun,” you say quickly but making sure he knew you were pissed.

You turn around and start walking back toward the compound feeling utterly defeated and pissed. You hear Bucky call your name asking you to wait a moment, but you just keep walking, tears running down your face. You feel your phone vibrating, knowing he was calling you, but again you ignore it. You walk up to the border of the compound property and stop and take a breath. You wanted to calm down before you went in. You look at your phone and see Bucky texted you.

I’m so sorry, Bells. I know should've told you.

Don't hate me.

Please let me know when you get back.

You decide to ignore him, he didn’t deserve to know you were back. You take another deep breath and walk up the walkway toward the building. You take the elevator to your floor and go straight to your room. You decide to shower and get ready for bed.

You lay there, wondering what will happen tomorrow when Bucky comes back. Suddenly your phone vibrates again. Its Bucky:

We really need to talk, tomorrow.

–

You wake up the next day and look at your phone. It was already 11:30. You quickly get up and change before heading down to the gym. You're half way through your run on the treadmill when Bucky walks in not looking like his normal happy self around you. He looks over at you, coldly and walks over. He then starts to look uncomfortable when he stops in front of you, and won’t meet your eyes.

“Hey,” you say.

He just nods. “Y/N, can you stop for a second, I need to talk to you,” he says, still avoiding your eyes.

You bring the treadmill to a stop and step down feeling confused by his demeanor.

“What’s going on?” you ask cautiously.

Bucky now looks at you, but his stare is hard and cold. You feel the air leave your lungs as you feel the anger starting to radiate off of him.

“Our friendship is over, Y/N,” he says, like it is nothing.

You feel the tears start to build. “What? Why? Buck… is this because I wouldn’t answer you last night? I.. I was upset because you didn’t give me the heads up about anything. I mean you didn't warn me I would be meeting your girlfriend, and then when introduce me to Dot, she made it pretty damn obvious she didn’t like me. Then to top it all off you made me walk home alone. I had a right to be pissed, but now you're ending the friendship?”

Bucky glares at you. “You made Dot feel very uncomfortable yesterday. She told me that you squeezed her hand too tight and would constantly make her feel like you were looking down on her. You were supposed to be my friend, and support me in my first relationship. Dot doesn’t like how close I am with you, and I want this relationship with her to work, because I think she could be the one for me. So I’m sorry, we need to end our friendship and keep our distance from each other.”

Tears are falling from your eyes, but you can’t help but get angry. “Are you fucking kidding me, James? I made her uncomfortable? She was assessing me from the moment we walked in the damn restaurant! I mean did you hear what she said when you introduced us? Or how about when I was leaving, she didn't even remember my name. But of course you don't give a shit about that, huh? So obviously our friendship has meant absolutely nothing to you this whole time! So fine, consider our friendship over, and stay the hell away from me. Goodbye Bucky.”

You push him out of the way and run out of the gym. Bucky’s heart is in his throat. He honestly doesn’t know what to do because when he spoke to Dot last night, she made it seem like you made her uncomfortable. He does want to try with Dot, because he knows he could never be with... you. Now he's lost you for good, which he thought would help him get over his feelings for you, but seeing your face broken by his words killed him in a way he never felt before.

He feels like he just made the worst mistake in his whole life.

--

Part 2

Oh Bucky you done fucked up man. Dot can go all the way to hell, and Bucky you might be joining her dude. Feedback is appreciated.

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[everythingunderthestarsthings]

When you fall asleep in their room

For characters: Jeremie Belpois, Odd Della Robbia, Ulrich Stern, William Dunbar

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Fighting X.A.N.A. was a job that should come with more coffee, you think as you sway through the halls of the Kadic dormitory.

Classes were over for the day, and so were your detention duties at the library and the garden shed.

The library duty was actually Aelita's, but before Jim could brand her with detention, you had swooped in to take the blame. It had become an unspoken rule amongst the others that Aelita -- baby angel -- shouldn't go through any more than she was already going through, so if she was in trouble for something, they would do anything for her.

Come to think of it, that's how we began, anyway... you think sleepily, rubbing your eyes as you find the room you're looking for. There is never any need to knock -- you just open the door and make a beeline for whatever free space is available.

A voice calls your name just as you plop headfirst onto the mattress.

"I'm crashing here." you announce before making yourself more comfortable and snuggling against the pillow.

You hear a chuckle and a reply.

Jeremie:

"You're as bad as Odd these days."

You're already asleep by then, so Jeremie just smiles to himself and gets back to his work on the antivirus.

However, he cannnot get work done.

Your relationship is fairly new, but the two of you have actually been friends throughout Kadic, but these naps mean something else to him now that you're both romantic partners.

It's not the first time you've crashed in his room unannounced, but that's the thing -- he likes it! He loves that you feel like it's a safe place for you to let your guard down.

You actually sleeping in his room also encourages him to work harder so that he can wow you with his techie prowess by making more progress on something that would help them fight X.A.N.A.

After a few minutes, though, he locks his bedroom door and crawls into bed beside you.

His sleep schedule is whack now, but because of that, he knows when Jim would come on rounds -- in fact, he can tell from five rooms away -- so he wants to nap with you for a while.

Sometimes he just lays with you for a while, listening to your breathing sounds (it calms him) before getting back to work.

Sometimes, he kisses your forehead and naps with you, with your foreheads touching as you lay side by side.

Odd:

"Hold on, sweetie, I'll join you too."

Ulrich: "Again?!"

Odd, and you at the same time: "Piss off, Ulrich."

Ulrich shrugs and either a) goes somewhere else or b) plugs in his earphones and chills there itself.

Odd loves cuddles!

He settles Kiwi down (or has him join too, if you're a dog person) and joins you on the bed.

You hum and nuzzle into the crook of his neck with your arms around his waist.

Odd actually cried out of joy the first time you did this. Ulrich has pictures.

Now he smiles and hugs your waist back, resting his chin on his head and closing his eyes.

Both you and Odd fall asleep within minutes.

If either of you gets warm or your limb falls asleep, you automatically switch positions in your sleep.

Odd can do anything in his sleep. One time, he dog-walked Kiwi while asleep and the gang had no idea what to do with him until Yumi came to the rescue (Hiroki probably had sleepwalking episodes).

Both of you wake up to a) Jeremie alerting them all about X.A.N.A., b) Jim coming on rounds, c) Kiwi jumping on Odd, or d) Ulrich drawing on one of your -- or both -- faces.

Ulrich:

"At this rate, you're practically my roommate, babe."

He crawls into bed with you, with a couple kisses on your face (this is when Odd isn't around or when Odd is napping too). "But I don't mind."

When Odd's there, he's just less cheesy and just climbes onto bed.

Ulrich is either sitting next to you or lying down next to you. He may not feel sleepy when you do sometimes, but he wants to be next to you when you're napping in his room.

Sometimes he finds your hand and plays with your fingers.

Odd: "You've got a real finger thing, Ulrich."

Ulrich: "Shut the hell up, Odd, and if you wake (y/n) up, I will bring hell to you."

When he naps with you, he prefers to be the big spoon and you the little spoon. I feel like Ulrich doesn't necessarily like the feeling of someone breathing on him.

Sometimes he hums to you (Odd can be present for this, he doesn't care).

Sometimes he whispers how much he loves you and how happy and lucky he is to have you (this happens when Odd can't hear him be cheesy).

William:

"Oh, babydoll..."

William loves you coming over like this.

He does not care if he has homework, a call with his parents, or even a goddamn exam -- he will join you.

Unless there's a X.A.N.A. attack, ofc.

He snuggles up next to you and strokes your hair as you slowly fall asleep.

He does not move away from you one bit.

Sometimes he reads poetry or classics to you and you hum back and sleep.

Then William slowly moves your head to his chest (if you didn't already do this when he came to cuddle, that is) and keeps running a finger or two in your hair.

If you're somewhat awake enough, you move up to his face for kisses and he happily obliges.

"I love you,"

"Mm, love you too, baby."

Sometimes, William just stares at the ceiling, his mind wandering as he strokes your hair and cuddles you in your sleep. Sometimes, he joins you.

Jim knows about this because he has caught the two of you on multiple occassions in the same month.

After the fourth time, though, he just gave up and let you two be.

[br-uwu-cewayne]

I think pretty much as soon as they can officially (in capability, rather, not numerically) outnumber Bruce, the Batkids institute an official Old Man Policy.

Because they can't stop Batman from pulling overtime completely. They know this.

BUT.

For every night he works in a row past three,

("Now hang on," Bruce had whined. "The average work week is five days, I should at least be able to-" "Literally every study has rebuked that, and also quit your CEO job then.")

he is conscripted to a middle-of-shift nap on the couch in Gordon's office of at LEAST an hour.

It doesn't have to be smack in the middle, he's not expected to drop everything and head back to the center of town, just.

At some point in the shift (barring extreme or extenuating circumstances, confirmed as such by a majority batfam and/or justice league vote) he is contractually obligated to find a winding down point to pause and regroup or let someone else handle for a bit.

He of course, hates this.

Gordon's office couch was actually the compromise - the kids wanted him to come back to the manor or the tower to rest, but he put his foot down about needing to be somewhere he could be reached immediately and hop right back into action, and the GCPD was the perfect midpoint for that.

He's sheepishly explaining this to the Commissioner by the floodlight, flanked on either side by his various companions, and Jim throws his head back and just laughs.

He's wiping the last tear from his eye when, from out of nowhere, betrayal.

Nightwing wheels around on him, wagging a finger. "Don't think you're exempt from this rule either, old man. We've been clocking those triple shifts."

"Now you wait just a goddamn minute, son, no way I'm hell am I gonna agree to-"

So now Batman and Jim routinely have to schedule alternating shifts on the sofa in the Commissioner's GCPD corner office. Bruce intended to stubbornly tough it out on the ratty old couch until the kids felt bad for him and caved, but when they proved unrelenting (and after the first time both men were just so damn exhausted they collapsed on it together, and paid for it the next day in various aches and pains) he succumbed and bought a nice top of the line sofa.

With the touch button footrests and fully reclining massagey backs.

And okay maaaaaaaybe both he and Jim are starting to look forward to their allotted relaxation time. And maaaaaybe there's some cucumber slices and gel facemasks in one of the refrigerated armrest beer cooler compartments for when their timing lines up and they want to have a spa kvetching session.

But the kids don't need to know that.

In fact.

"No, Jim, I'm serious. As far as they're concerned, we hate this. It's unnecessary. It's insulting. The moment they think we aren't grumbling about it enough, they're gonna start getting suspicious. And soon as Dick finds our stash? You can kiss it goodbye."

"...you're still not over him using all your good conditioner, are you?"

"It was limited edition."

"Hey wait a minute. Why don't they enforce 'naptime' for Alfred, too? He works two jobs, and he's older than us!"

"One, I'd like to see them try and make that man do anything. Two, that man has never actually butlered for me a day in his life."

"...but he's always dusting around whenever I've been over-"

"Yeah no the snoop just grabs the duster and pretends to be busy so he can eavesdrop. We have a cleaning service that comes by for all the manor rooms, and the world's most expensive Roomba for the Batcave."

"-but... but your laundry-"

"Throws it all out at the end of the week and buys replacements. Unlike us, Al actually sleeps during the day."

[jasongideonsslut]

Cravings pt1

So this is a Chief Jim Hopper story. It's set in the 80s. Hawkins is not infested with Demogorgons or anything lol. It's basically normal Hawkins. You're an independent teenager and Hop takes care of you sometimes. He's very protective and it makes you feel things.

WARNINGS: age gap, forbidden, etc

Jim was someone who was always just there. He never cared much about anything, besides his cigarettes and the vodka that resided in his silver flask. You lived in a small town, and there wasn't much to do other than fill up on substances. Hop watched you like a hawk when you were younger, protective of your innocence and honor. Boys often stayed away, unwilling to risk jail time or even a beating just to get in your pants. It was infuriating to you. But, at 16, your hormones got the best of you, and Hopper suddenly peaked your interest. You fantasized about the intimacy and relationship you could have had with him, and although it was forbidden ( and illegal for that matter), that made you all the more tempted. You took up every offer to get a ride home with him, or even stay at his cabin when your parents were away. Of course, he never crossed any lines, despite your efforts.

Eventually, you turned 18, and it was at least legal to make a move on Hop. Yet, the last two years forced your maturation and you realized the weight of the consequences of those hypothetical situations. Not to say you weren't still attracted to Hopper- because you absolutely were- but you held back your hormonal impulses. 

One day, late May, Hop picked you up from school. It was your last day of classes, and you were planning to go to a party later that night. Your parents chose to go out of town for a couple weeks, for your dad's business affairs, and they left Jim to attend to any needs you had. Yes, you were 18, but you never learned to drive, and you still relied on your family for most things. Hop picked you up around the corner, like usual. You got up from your curbside cement seat and opened his truck door. His scent of cigarettes and cologne filled the car, and you made a face, despite your familiarity with it. 

"What? Can't handle the musk of a man?" he smirked, teasing you in the way he always did. 

"I can, but that's not what I smell."

He glared and you smiled back obnoxiously. 

You got to the cabin soon enough, and you rushed to the couch to take a nap. Hop followed through the door, and woke you out of a near slumber. 

"You can take my bed, I wanna watch TV anyway. " He shooed you away to the bedroom. 

You groaned and walked over, collapsing in the sheets, covering your head with the comforter. 

You fell asleep instantly. Two hours later you awoke to the faint footsteps of Jim in the room. He knew you were a light sleeper, so he tried to tiptoe, despite it being his house. Yet, it woke you from the long nap. Hop didn’t realize you were awake as he raided his closet for a more comfortable shirt to lounge around in for the next couple hours. He found a white undershirt as his match. He unbuttoned his chief uniform, as you held your breath, trying not to be noticed. 

He unclothed his chest and slipped on the shirt. You felt your stomach turn as he reached for his belt, undoing the rest of the uniform, and replacing it with gray sweatpants that somehow revealed a whole lot more than the tight beige khakis he wore to work.

You breathed heavily, not realizing the volume. He whipped his head around, surprised.

“Oh, hey kid. I didn’t realize you were up. Sorry, I just needed to grab some clothes.”

“No- I uh, I just woke up,” you muttered.

He smirked to himself, catching you in a lie.

You glanced over at the clock, with newly red cheeks. You realized it was already 9 o’clock. 

You cursed and rushed out from under the sheets. 

“Fuck, Hop, sorry- I have this thing tonight with some friends. Ya know, for the last day and everything.”

“Ok, well I’ll grab my keys.”

“No, no. I’m gonna walk.”

“Kid, you either let me drive or you get locked in this room.”

You gulped at his domineering tone. Of course you nodded.