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The Conqueror (|)

Synopsis: He had conquered everything, anything but your heart.

Pairings: Yandere!King Jungkook x Commoner!servant Reader.

Warnings: yandere, DARK, DARK CONTENT, slavery, reader has depression, suicidal thoughts, anxiety, paranoia, obsession, mature themes and topics ahead.

Disclaimer: proceed with caution, this can be triggering. This is purely fictional and this does not represent bts or jungkook irl. Do not romanticise this.

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note. I just want to say that I’ve worked so hard on this…and just don’t break my heart alright? This is my first work that has a 4k+ word count… this is my baby please, show some love and support! Ahhh I’m so tired. And I feel so nervous too, idk what is up with my tagging problem… i can’t tag people… I’ll try again soon and…. The conqueror is now a series. wanna be tagged? Reply under this post, feedback is very much needed. Share your thoughts! Enjoy! This is loosely edited. TYSM TO @taetaecherub, @rosiekook and @cinnamonspicedreader for beta-ing this for me… they helped me ALOT, tysm guys! 🖤🖤

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DONT LET THIS FLOP

Lee Dongmin is cha eunwoo’s irl name, he’s the one.

All of the girls along with you, stood with firm postures. You could feel the girl next to you tremble. Her body was shaking like it was standing naked in the harsh breezes of cold weather in the winter. You couldn’t bring yourself to blame her though, your heart was shaking inside your chest, The atmosphere of the big hall was anything but calming, anxiety and fear ran through your veins, God. You wanted nothing more than to escape this large castle, but it seemed like it was impossible. It wasn’t like you hadn’t already tried to, you couldn’t. You failed every single time.

Now all you felt was helplessness.

You did not want to be here. You were taken forcibly against your will, You couldn’t help but look down, at your feet, the view of the pale marble floor blurring as your gaze focused on your feet. Your mind went through the events that changed your life forever in a span of seven days.

The events that brought you here, in the castle of the “great” king.

It was horrifying.

You then, had not known yet that in a few moments you would be experiencing your worst nightmare.

That, your parents and siblings would be killed right in front of your teary eyes. That, you would become a slave of the Jeon Empire. That, you would be standing here, waiting for the head servant to guide you.

“Just like that, girls. Wait. The girl with blonde hair. Stop trembling so much. You shouldn’t tremble like that when serving the emperor. You all need to be very careful and at your best behaviour for the ceremony, it has to be perfect, the emperor will be coming back from the war with victory, the whole empire will celebrate our great king and our victory!”Her tone went from chirpy to scolding in the blink of an eye. You heard the poor girl whimper softly. You couldn’t help but feel angry, you were helpless. You’d wished he’d die in the war.

But nothing ever went your way. You closed your eyes, frustration and hatred was boiling inside your body. Why did it have to be you? Why did you have to survive, why didn’t you just die?

“Hey, you, H/C girl. Look up.” Now, it was your call. “You’ll be the one who’ll be attending to the emperor.”

Your heart stopped as her words registered in your ears. Your eyes quickly looked up to her face, wide like an owls. “Me?” You couldn’t believe this. Just when you thought all of this couldn’t get worse. You watched the head roll her eyes at your question, Oh no you couldn’t.

“Yes, you. What’s your name, girl?” Her tone was dismissive. “Y-Y/N.” You didn’t want to do this. Your fists clenched together at the thought of being in the same room as the cruel merciless monster.

You hated the King. He was the cause of your misery. He was the reason your family was dead, he was the reason you were stuck here, and the funny thing was you didn’t even know what he looked like but you already hated him so much. If only you could kill him. “Y/N, now listen. You will be doing the evening work, you better start training.” She was instructing you, “you’re all dismissed! She hurried. “Go to your duties, you, H/C hair, come with me.”

You wanted to cry. “Hurry, girl. I don’t have all day! There is so much work still left to do!” Her harsh tone made you snap out of your thoughts, as you quickly followed behind her.

There was nothing you could do now, your destiny was sealed, forever.

“Oh lord! There’s still so much left to finish, I have been working non stop for the past five days and there’s still a mountain of work left!” Having trouble concentrating on the dusting, you heard your fellow whine. Her name was Na-Yeon.

She was your companion, the only person that understood you in this big wide castle or at least tried to. “Y/N! Please help me out!!” You looked at her with an amused look in your eyes. “You’re so much faster than me! God… help your friend out! I swear I’ll return your favour!” She pouted, her tone was full of desperation.

You could almost giggle but didn’t. She reminded you of your little sister. Who was now dead.

Fate was cruel. You missed Gaegyeong.

“Okay, na-yeon, just let me finish the dusting then I’ll help you!” Her eyes sparkled with relief.

You wished you could feel it too. “You’re the best! Dear Y/N!” The sound of her giggles filled your ears.

Someone was happy, at least. “Na-Yeon! Stop giggling and get back to work, what if Ms Lee saw you?” You whispered hushly. She only nodded in response as the sound of the laughter died down. You picked up the duster and started once again. “Y/N?” You hummed back. “The ceremony will take place in two days… that means the emperor will be back in two days too… I wonder what he looks like? What do you think? Do you think he’ll be manly looking like a beautiful young man or… old and grumpy with a huge belly?” She laughed, you weren’t finding any of it funny, Her question was harmless but you felt a bubble of irritation erupt inside of your stomach at the mention of the damned emperor.

“I mean… the tales of his cruelty are so infamous around Busan… I wonder if they’re actually true… I wonder if he’s actually a monster? Like the people say?” You only gripped on the duster tighter, trying your best to calm down. Her words were pissing you off.

What did she mean by that? He was a monster. There was no doubt, his own people hated him,

They were terrified of him. “I don’t think that it’s true… I don't know… how can one be so hated by his own people?” She continued. “I think that it’s all gossip! To be honest with you. What do you say?” She nudged you on your shoulder. You closed your eyes and inhaled a deep breath in, you didn’t want to snap at your innocent friend. “Y/N? Are you listening to me?”

“Na-Yeon! I don’t care. Can we please concentrate on our work?” That came out to be harsher than you had intended it to but you couldn’t tolerate listening about him any longer.

He ruined your life. He was a killer, his men were killers, he had your family’s blood on his hands.

You hated him.

“O-Okay..” immediately the feeling of guilt took over you, washing away your burning irritation. “Sorry, Na-Yeon… please forgive me… I just… miss my family, that's all.” You were avoiding eye contact… Salty tears glossing over your eyes as you quickly blinked them away.

They were innocent. You were innocent. “I-I’m sorry. I-I need some fresh air.” You hated to be seen vulnerable, Not bothering to wait for her reply, you walked away with one hand hovering over your mouth.

Crying was the only thing written in your fate.

The palace was gigantic. Despite being here for almost more than a week, you still were unable to navigate your way through it. Many halls and rooms passed by as you walked down the narrow large hallway, until you finally spotted the Garden. Your feet walked you inside of it and the different variety of colours almost made your eyes sting.

It was magnificent.

Your feet were starting to move on their own, taking you closer to it, the sane part of your brain was telling- no it was screaming at you to go back, Were you even allowed to be here? But the pretty flowers were telling your brain to shut up, you could feel your heart thump as you saw your favourite one, You loved flowers, back when you used to be home- you stopped yourself.

You didn’t want to remember all of the happy moments, because now, they were only memories.

You carefully touched the Snowdrop, your most favourite one. Your family used to associate you with it, it symbolises purity, innocence and sympathy.

Just like you.

“Excuse me, miss?” A voice pulled you out of your thoughts, Your hands quickly freed the flower from your grip as you turned your head around, the voice belonged to a man. “What are you doing here, in the royal garden?”

You saw the man with wide eyes, who was he and what was he going to do to you? “W-Who are you?!?”You sounded horrified. You never saw him here before. He stared at you with equally confused eyes, Letting out a deep breath, You stutter.

Your heart was feeling restless already. Was he one of the royal guards? were you going to be punished?

What was going to happen to you now?

“I’m the royal gardener! Lee Dongmin! Who are you? Miss?” He looked up and down at you.

Relief washed over you. He looked harmless, and friendly. His eyes held a gentle light in them.

“I-I’m Y/N.. a new servant in the palace.” You looked down at your feet.

“Oh yes, I almost guessed it from your attire!” Your cheeks filled with heat at his words. “Well, what were you doing here, miss Y/N?” Your eyes looked up at him, You saw him smile softly, almost in a teasing manner. “Were you planning on stealing some of the flowers?” You almost yelped in response, you were not a thief! “N-No of c-course n-not! I-I swear! I-I was just out to get some fresh air into my system.. I am not feeling very well today..” why were you stuttering, you didn’t know. You looked into his eyes.

Your heart fluttered unexpectedly.

He was really beautiful, his eyes were brown and round like the moon of the night, his complexion was almost as pale as milk, his nose was straight like it was sculpted by God himself, his lips were pink and plump.

He looked like a royal prince. The only difference was that he wasn’t. He was like you.

You were glad that he did not turn out to be a royal. You hated them. “Take a deep breath, my lady. I was just being funny. You don’t look like a thief to me. You look as innocent as a lamb, actually.” He laughed. If it was possible, you felt the skin of your cheeks tighten more. “So, what is your favourite flower? Do you like flowers?” Dongmin, the handsome gardener smiled once more, showing off his pearly whites.

“Yes. I adore flowers, my favourite is the snowdrop, for many reasons..” your voice came out soft and small, you weren’t sure if he heard you. “Hmm, the snowdrop is pretty… like you…” he passed you a quick smile, although you couldn’t catch on what he muttered so quietly.

“Sorry? I couldn’t hear you? What did you say? Sir?” You asked him, his eyes crinkled as he gave you a bright smile. “Oh no, I said nothing, miss. It’s getting dark you should go back inside”

Oh, right. It was almost dawn. “Oh yes…. Goodbye mr lee,”

You needed to go back, before anyone noticed your disappearance. “Until we meet again, miss Y/N.”

You turned around to see him, a soft smile played on your lips, as you blinked your eyes at him.

He smiled knowingly.

Today was the dreaded day.

The day the king returns back to his throne. The day he comes back to busan, to his empire. The thought of it had kept you up all night.

You dreaded this day and it has come.

Now, countless days full of agony start for you, especially tonight. “Come on time to wake up, girls! Hurry! Don’t be lazy, todays the day!” The sound of loud clapping along with a high pitched voice awakened your sleepy senses. “You, Y/N? Come on! Get dressed quickly, you’ll be going into the culinary.”

Your heart sank inside your chest, you wished she’d forget and assign someone else! but doom was written in your fate. “I don’t have all day, girl!”

Did she only know one sentence? You looked up at her as you got up from your hard cold mattress, your legs were giving out already. But you didn’t regret helping Na-Yeon out.

This is what you get for not getting a wink of sleep last night. Poor you, you pitied yourself so much. “I-I’m coming.” You replied, your throat wasn’t cooperating with you. Maybe it was hoarse from all of the silent crying you did last night. “Good, be as quick as a horse.” She rolled her eyes at you, while she walked away.

What an arrogant woman.

Your hair was open, you sighed as you combed it back with your fingers. Today was going to be a long day.

“Oh my god… the king comes back after four winters…. No one knows what he looks like. I can’t help but think about how he looks… my heart’s saying that he’ll be a handsome man… and young.” The other one nodded.

“He was crowned king under mysterious circumstances so no one but the officials know his age and face… I can’t wait for tonight,” one girl gossiped with her friend, you rolled your eyes at their meaningless excitement. “I hope he will choose his concubines tonight too…” The other girl blushed furiously, you mentally scoffed at them. What kind of dreams were they seeing in their sleep?

Delusions were never good for anyone.

“You don’t know that yet? What if he has a wife, a queen already?” The first girl had a point, sort of, honestly you felt pity for his queen. She was even more doomed than you. “So? It’s a tradition that a king must have concubines? The more children he’ll have, the stronger he’ll become.”

God, what were you doing here wasting your time? “I heard that he'll choose the ones himself. It’s the special custom of the empire.” You really needed to leave.

After putting your hair in a ponytail, you composed yourself, as you left your quarters.

Today was going to be hard to get through.

But for now, you needed to go and start your duty, survival was now what you needed.

Your choice was survival, at any cost.

Now, it was time. Dawn had arrived.

The sound of panicked chatter was all you could hear, your body was aching with pain, your eyes were droopy, your mind was half conscious.

Wake up Y/N wake up!

You chanted to yourself as the Naemyeongbu fell into a wave of silence once the senior lady spoke. “Shut it girls! the eunuch just reported our king's arrival in the castle, keep your heads low the whole time when the king comes, do not dare to spare a glance at him. Don’t look him in the eyes, keep your eyes on the ground, got that?”

They always had to say the same thing over and over again. It was now buried deep inside of your brain, you wouldn’t even want to look into his eyes. No one would want to look in the devil’s seductive eyes.

And the king was no less than a devil for you.

“Be attentive and bow to him when His majesty makes his entrance here in the Naemyeongbu!” The older court lady kept on talking. “Now, let’s stand straight.” All of the girl’s nodded as they formed a horizontal line. Your hands were on your sides, as you looked down on the ground.

Waiting for the announcement for the king’s arrival, waiting for all of this to get over as soon as it could.

You felt fast footsteps approaching, The large wooden door of the hall opened, silence filled the whole room as the of head guard entered the Naemyeongbu.

Oh no… you know what this indicated, The king had finally arrived.

“Stand attentive, Jusang jeonha 주상 전하 of Jeon Dynasty is entering the Naemyeongbu!”

Time was moving slowly, as soon as those words left the eunuch’s mouth, you were unable to hear anything else. Every noise in the room halted. The pounding of your racing heart echoed within your own ear drums.

The sound of his footsteps were like of the Grim Reapers, Like he was here to take away your soul. The sound of his steps has stopped.

He stood right in front you. His silhouette illuminated in the marble floors. His shadow was dark and tall.

It was like a shift in the universe. As soon as you felt his presence in the large spacious room, you felt unknowingly suffocated.

You could only feel his powerful intimidating presence. His presence reeked of power and dominance. “W-Welcome back, Your majesty!” Her old figure bent down to bow at the unknown King.

She was welcoming her own death with happiness. Her stuttering didn’t go unnoticed by you though. She was just as scared as you,

He was worth fearing.

It was cue for all of you to bow down, you, along with the girls, followed the head servant’s lead. Bowing down to the king.

Your legs were helpless against your fear of him, They shook like you were witnessing a gruesome death of an innocent person.

Your body was shaking unlike before, Then, you felt it.

His gaze felt heavy. He must’ve noticed your trembling form. His eyes were on you.

You could feel his burning gaze. It was like time had gone still. Your heart was praying that it wasn’t you who had his eyes on them, it couldn’t be you.

It shouldn’t be you.

“Who’s that?” You felt a cold shiver run down your spine, your body almost jolted with surprise at his cold rough voice. His voice was deep, like it was used to speaking angrily.

He wasn’t asking about you? Was he? Anxiety along with fear was clouding your mind.

Surpassing the urge to run out of this suffocating place was hard. But somehow, your brain stopped you. Reasoning that it wouldn’t be the smartest move to run off in front of his guards, they would catch you in a heartbeat at his command.

You didn’t dare to look up at him.

“I asked you, who is that H/C lady with the silver badge..” your heart stopped, The size of your eyes widened.

Oh no no no!

He was asking about you.

his tone was directed at you, that made the hairs on your body stand. “O-Oh! t-that’s a new servant? Your majesty…” the woman had her head kept low. You felt his penetrating gaze stop on you. “Raise your head, lady.”

Everyone felt shocked at his sudden unexpected command. But no one could even think about looking up.

Oh you were definitely going to die, either from his sharp sword or from suffering a heart attack,

You were going to die. “Raise your head up, lady.”

Was he already getting angry at you? His rough tone was laced with irritation, your stomach was churning with anxiety, you had to obey him.

Gathering the little ounces of courage that you weren’t even sure were left in you, you slowly looked up. And as soon as you did, your breath got knocked out of your body.

His gaze were intense on you, locked on your figure. His eyes were almost as dark as charcoal, his expression was almost angry, his eyebrows were sharp, completely complimenting his fierce gaze.

His hair was as dark as the ravens.

“What’s your name?” His lips were perfect on his face, thin but absolutely pretty, like a carefully sculpted doll’s. His nose was unique, only adding to his beauty more. His features were charming, he was handsome, scarily so, Even the Greek God’s would envy his well sculpted build.

His beauty was mesmerizing. The fancy outfit he wore only made him stand out, Golden cloak which was adorned with cultural patterns,

His crown almost made your eyes blind, it was shiner than anything in this world, it was filled with numerous precious gems. The big crown was the most beautiful thing in the world, you were sure.

It captured your attention.

It was majestic and glorious. It made him look powerful and untouchable.

“Speak, girl!” Your eyes blinked at his tone. “Y-Y/N, my lord.”

What was wrong with you now?

It didn’t matter, his looks didn’t matter, even if he was no less than an Adonis. You hated him, his looks were only a mask for his terrifying personality and deeds.

Your mind was starting to spin, why was he looking at you so intensely, did you do anything wrong? The speed of your heart was increasing every second,

this man will be the reason you die.

look away, please look away from me, you devil!

You broke the eye contact, after what felt like eternity. His stare could be alone enough to kill his enemies, maybe that’s why he has so many victories to his name.

His eyes were magnetic. Dark eyelashes made them look even more beautiful. Why was he looking at you so sternly, it was like he was observing you.

He must’ve been thinking about something because no way anyone was capable of staring so intensely at someone without blinking once.

It was hard to breathe even if his attention was focused on you. What on earth was he even looking at you for? To you, you were the most average looking one in this grand palace, his servant’s were so pretty.

What would his large harem look like? Not that you cared anyways.

It was like a huge wave of air washed over you as you felt the burning gaze gone. A sigh full of relief left you, you looked up to see the King gone. And the senior servants were gone too.

Thank goodness!

You cried internally. Noises of chatter were heard again, but this time. You were the topic of meaningless gossip. “Oh my lord… did you witness what just happened!!? The great king stared at the girl like she was a wonder!”

You wanted earth to swallow you. “Yes! Oh my goodness… what I wouldn't do to have him stare at me like that!” “I can’t believe that someone can be that handsome… he was absolutely ethereal! I couldn’t help but steal little glances at him… Y/N is so lucky to be able to look at his imperial majesty directly in the eyes!”

Lucky? They were calling you lucky? “She had his whole attention on her!” One girl scoffed in jealousy. “Wow… she is favored by the stars above…”

Oh if only they knew…

“I can hear all of you? Please stop talking about me..” You walked over to the group of girls. All of their cheeks burned at your voice. One girl only snarled at you. “Wow… look at the star of the night… Are you already acting so ignorant, Y/N?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “what do you mean, Marie?” You spoke in a calm tone, ignoring her rude remarks. “Oh… you know exactly what I mean, dear Y/N..” She passed you a faux smile. “Did you plan on this?” Her smile was long gone, it was replaced with a clenched jaw. It took you a second to get what her words meant. “What are your intentions? Do you plan on becoming his favorite? I know girls like you. Are you eager to warm his bed? I bet you’re already so eager for him to fuck you… Aren’t you?” Her blue eyes glared at you, her accent was thick but you could understand what she was exactly talking about.

Loud gasps filled your ears. Your eyes widened at her accusations, you never wanted the incident to happen, you hated the emperor! You were not a lowly whore, you were a modest soul… how could she say that. Your fists clenched at her words. “You should be ashamed of yourself, Marie! How dare you accuse me of something so absurd!” You don’t know what took over you at that moment. All you felt was ashamed. Your tone was filled with anger and disbelief.

She only rolled her icy eyes back at you, the other girls in the room did not bother to speak, they seemed to be enjoying the drama. “Oh… are you offended now? Gonna go to the king and cry to him about me?” Her laugh made your head spin,

mockery and hatred hidden in the loud sound. “You are so cunning Y/N… such a whore you are…” before she could insult you again, your hand made a loud noise connecting to her pale cheeks. Your gaze hardened at her shocked face, loud gasp erupted from her and the whole crowd of the girls, at your action.

You did not care, she had it coming. You leaned closer to her face, her eyes were as wide as the moon, you could still feel her cheek vibrating from your slap, the redness was visible. “Listen to me… Marie… watch. your. mouth with me alright? I don’t care about anything… especially the king… you want him, have him.” You whispered in her ears, loudly enough to prove your point. “Now… you better not bother me.. I have a duty that needs me…”

You turned around to exit the room, You did not bother to look back at the stunned girls, that was not important right now…

What was important right now was that… in a few hours, you’ll be in the presence of the imperial king. Nothing was making sense to you, the lack of sleep only made your mind lazy.

You needed to sleep, but at this moment, the culinary was the place you needed to be in.

The walk to it was uneventful, you were searching for your friend, Na-Yeon.

Where was she? It was so hectic that you’d completely forgotten about her, maybe she was in the other wing. You were assigned to different types of tasks after all, “are you ms Y/N? Ms lee asked me to bring you to her?” You almost tripped at the voice. It startled you. You looked back to see a girl with almond shaped hazel eyes, “oh yes! I’m coming in a moment..” you replied in a soft tone. The girl opened her mouth “ms, she ordered me to inform you that it is urgent, your assistance is needed.” She continued in a stern tone.

Oh lord. She didn’t forget after all,

the old lady had a sharp memory for her age, You wished she didn’t,

You closed your eyes. “Okay… let’s go.” Exhaling a breath, you followed her.

You couldn’t avoid the King. No matter how much you try to. It was inevitable.

You’ll have to face him.

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notepadsandtealeaves · 3 years

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The van der Linde boys in: “Whenever I Want You, All I Have to do is Dream~”

Relationship ABCs || Z is for ‘ZZZ’s’

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

|| ao3 version | series m.list | rdr tag | main blog ||

↠ Requested By: No one, naturally. ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW ((but my blog’s 18+ if minors want to consume my sfw stuff while still respecting my wishes of them staying out of this space, they can head over to my AO3)) ↠ CWs/TWs: None, really. Tho two of the fills—Sean (to the surprise of literally no one lol) and Lenny’s—do have some suggestive undertones. ↠ Betas? Nah, we don’t do that here. ↠ Total WC: 7.7k~

♡ Today’s selection: “All I Have to do is Dream” by The Everly Brothers

In honor of all the sleep I’m not getting I decided to write about our favorite boahs and what they get up to between the sheets—no, not like that, why we always gotta go there?? Tho, okay, 2 fills do allude to some fade to black stuff but that’s not the point!

…tf am I even saying at this point? Idk man, I’ve been awake too long. So you lot take these while I go take a nap… well past midnight? I guess that’s just sleep then?? Whatever, I’m peacing out lol…

ZZZ’s || What are their sleeping habits (both with and without you)?

Arthur Morgan || WC: ~400

↠ He’s one of those weirdos *cough*like me*cough* who likes to make the room super cold and layer on the blankets.

At any given time he has at least three on his bed—usually a flat sheet, a thin comforter, and a heavier comforter in that order.

↠ He also keeps a fan going for both cooling and white noise purposes.

His preference for cooler temperatures gives him an excuse to cuddle into you, which is his preferred sleeping position.

He’ll burrow under the blankets, wrap his arms around you, and bury his face into your chest.

And yes—it’s as cute (and low-key claustrophobic) as you think it is.

Honestly if you’re big/sturdy enough that he thinks he can do so without crushing you he’ll be laying directly on top of you when he does this; if not he’ll be nestled alongside you with one leg thrown over yours.

↠ When he’s sleeping alone, Arthur’s a side sleeper. He always starts off on his back, but the minute he hits that good REM shit onto his side he goes.

He’s still a burrower/cuddler, though the object of his glombing becomes a pillow. He’ll keep it pressed flush against him with one hand while the other usually ends up under his head.

↠ Ofc all this is assuming this is a Modern AU were talking about. In yeehaw days you’ll still end up sleeping wrapped around each other, but once too much heat starts to build up between you he’s gonna instinctively roll away from you–

–which is good because he’s like a humanoid furnace.

Yes, this has definitely led to him rolling onto the floor on more than one occasion lol.

Obvi in the winter this isn’t a problem at all. You’ll be snuggled up so close to one another that you’ll legitimately look like one solid entity lol…

Now if it’s warm and he’s sleeping alone he’ll spread out as much as whatever he’s sleeping on will allow; this often leads to one half of his limbs going numb from hanging over the sides of cots and narrow beds.

On the opposite end of the spectrum, when it’s cold he’ll curl in on himself and pull the blankets up over his head, smothering himself in his own heat.

(Has actually woken up gasping because of this on several occasions; dude legit almost suffocated himself via blankets and body heat lmao…)

Bill Williamson || WC: ~500

↠ Much like Arthur, this man is a cuddler—see ‘A’ for more on that.

↠ He’s also big on spooning so it’s no surprise that that’s how y’all usually end up sleeping.

This is the only time he’s insistent on being the big spoon as he’s afraid of rolling over and crushing you.

It doesn’t matter if you’re of a comparative stature or not, the fear of potentially hurting you makes him paranoid all to be damned.

If you’re wrapped up in his arms he knows he’s gonna hold on to you and stay relatively still throughout the course of the night.

↠ He sleeps pretty warm, but isn’t overly fond of fans—white noise actually has the opposite effect on him for some reason, perking up his ears and making it hard to drift off—so he doesn’t wear much to bed–

–and by ‘much’ I mean dude sleep buck ass naked lol.

If you want to strip down as well great! If not he gets it, just don’t come whining to him if you wake up drenched in sweat.

Personally I would keep at least a light tank on as dude is hairy af and having that rubbing against your back all night sounds like the least appealing thing ever, but that’s just me.

He’s p. damn soft for you so if you’re really insistent he’ll give in and put some boxers on, but know he won’t be happy about it.

Also that’s all he’s gonna put on; don’t push your luck or he’ll go commando just to spite you lol.

After all you’ve never had a problem with his body before, so why start feeling some type of way now?

↠ Naturally he likes to keep as cool as possible, but if it’s not a modern AU there isn’t much to be done aside from getting naked and throwing the covers back.

Having such a naturally high body temperature sucks, but at least he, and by proxy you, never have to worry about how you’ll stay warm in the winter…

↠ Yeehaw days are p. much the same as modern times when it comes to his state of nighttime undress.

This is much to the displeasure, and distress, of the other gang members who’ve had the great misfortune of having walked in on him laying spread eagle inside his tent lmao.

Talk about a gd eyeful, but that’ll teach John to go barging in on people unannounced lol…

↠ No matter the era, when he’s alone he’s a restless sleeper, constantly tossing and turning and shifting positions.

You’d swear he was in a fight with the way the sheets—hell the whole damn bed—looks when he wakes up alone.

He usually goes to sleep on his side, but with the way he sifts about who can say what the final result will be…

Charles Smith || WC: ~500

↠ Charles sleeps like a dead man.

↠ No seriously—when dude knocks out, that’s it. He doesn’t move out of whatever position he’s in until sunup.

Those first few nights you’re gonna find yourself checking for the steady rise and fall of his chest just to make sure he’s still with you lol.

Hell, you’ll probably be doing this periodically for the whole of your relationship tbh…

↠ He’s also a v. light sleeper, so if you’re the kind that likes to shift about or snores that’s gonna be an issue in the beginning.

He can adapt to it, naturally, but those first few times are gonna be rough.

If you’re a restless sleeper he at least has the option of trapping you in a strong cuddle, but if you’re a snorer there’s not much to be done on his end.

Cue this poor baby staring at the ceiling at three in the a.m., praying for sleep to take him lol.

He won’t say anything about his disrupted sleep those first couple of nights as he doesn’t want to make you feel bad and-or make things awkward, but all it’ll take is one look at him to know he’s exhausted.

He’s also hoping that he can adjust to it soon, tho if he can’t y’all are going to have a talk. He knows that it’s more than likely beyond your control, but sleep is important, so if there’s anything you can potentially do to mitigate things then I implore you to do it for him lol…

↠ If he’s alone he likes to sleep on his stomach with his hands tucked under the pillow.

Is this partly because in the yeehaw days he likes to keep a piece underneath said pillow just in case a mf thinks they can catch him slippin’ in his sleep? Mayhaps.

As for why he does so in modern times, he just finds the positioning to be comfortable. Plus it adds a bit more stability to the pillow.

He doesn’t like to buy firm pillows as they’re usually too hard. He usually skews to the softer side of medium, with his hands making up the difference in firmness.

↠ If he’s sharing the bed with you he’ll either curl up around your back or let you sleep on his chest, whichever is more comfortable for you.

If forced to pick, he definitely prefers to have you lying on top of him. There’s just something about bearing your weight that he finds hella comforting.

In that same vein I definitely think Modern!Charles would own a weighted blanket or two, but I digress.

↠ No matter the ear, he doesn’t really have a preference for temperatures or anything.

If you’re cold pile on the blankets/crank up the heat/whatever it is you need to do to rectify that, and the same goes for warmer temperatures.

He doesn’t see the point in complaining about something that can be easily remedied—he’s practical like that.

Dutch van der Linde || WC: ~500

↠ Honestly this man is a nightmare to try and share a bed with.

↠ To be fair, his intentions are noble, it’s the results that are lacking.

Sure, things start out okay—more than okay, really.

He’s v. accommodating, molding himself into whatever configuration best suits you both, adding pillows and blankets as needed…

…but as the night progresses things take a decidedly downwards turn.

↠ Do you remember when I talked about Uncle being a strong cuddler back in ‘A’? Yeah, well meet the one man who can match him in grip strength lmao.

It doesn’t matter what position you went to sleep in, you’re getting squeezed half to death. Dude will have your soul leaking halfway out of your body with how tight he holds you to him.

If you bring it up to him he’ll honestly try to avoid doing it again, ‘good intentions’ and all that noise, but it still ends up being a thing. If you share a bed with him you’re getting that good WWE treatment, and that’s just facts.

And the worst part is if you manage to break his hold somehow and move to the other end of the bed this asshole will migrate with you and snatch you up again lmfao.

You have become the safety blanket he didn’t know he needed and his subconscious’ll be damned if it lets you go that easily.

↠ If he’s sleeping alone he likes to take up as much space as possible. Arms splayed, legs thrown out wide and head tilted off to the side—homie looks like he’s being served up as a sacrifice to some long forgotten god lol.

↠ As for temperature preference that really depends on the era.

↠ If it’s yeehaw days he used to say that he’d rather be cold than hot, but then Colter happened lol.

Now he cannot for the life of him stand temperature that dip below the fifties—that’s around 10 °C for you non-Fahrenheit users.

He doesn’t care how gross and sweaty he gets, he’d rather burn than have to worry about if his balls will ever descend again lmao.

↠ In modern times, however, he does like to keep the room on the cooler side.

Fans annoy him tho, so you’ll be more opt to find a cool mist humidifier running somewhere nearby.

The device’s purpose is two-fold as it helps to keep his fucked up sinuses clear and properly moisturized while he sleeps.

The one time you convinced him to go a night without it he told you that you would both be miserable because of it and he was right. Dude was snoring and coughing up a storm, but somehow stayed asleep? You on the other hand were just seconds away from taking a pillow and ending it all lmao…

Hosea Matthews || WC: 500~

↠ Look, Hosea is, by his own admission, old and set in his ways.

Luckily for you said ways are for the most part pleasant.

Having been married for a great many years he’s used to sharing a bed with someone. In fact he finds it much easier to get to sleep when there’s someone beside him, but this is a thing that he never actively acknowledged until you came along.

↠ When he’s with you he’s a side sleeper with a penchant for spooning.

Definitely prefers to be the big spoon because our mans is a protector, first and foremost, and that’s something that doesn’t change even when he’s sleeping.

If you’re insistent enough, however, he’ll allow you to curl around him on occasion. This will definitely not be a super common occurrence, and he’ll only allow it if you’re in a place that he knows for certain is safe.

(That caveat is more so mean for the yeehaw days, naturally; in a modern au you know he’s got the best security systems that money can buy.)

Again he’s got his habits and he’s loath to break them at this point, but he’s not so stubborn as to be completely inflexible. He understands that compromise is a thing that any healthy relationship needs to survive, and this doesn’t only apply to the big things.

Still, don’t be surprise if you wake up with him curled around your front. He can’t help what his unconscious form gets up to when left to its own devices. After all, it’s in the core of his bones, that need to protect that which he holds most dear.

↠ If he’s by himself he tends to sleep on his back with one arm tossed over his eyes.

As he’s gotten older he’s found that sleep doesn’t come to him quite as quickly as it used to, despite his desperate need of it, so he doesn’t want to take the risk of an errant beam of light waking him early.

The downside to this is the fact that that arm is essentially dead weight for those first few minutes after waking up, and honestly that’s the best of it because the pins-and-needles, static-y feeling that comes with the return of proper blood flow is a bitch.

↠ He definitely prefers a warm room to a colder one when sleeping.

Dude’s up there in age and the last thing he needs is added stiffness in his joints because of the chill.

If it’s modern times he’s gonna keep the thermostat at a steady 70-74 degrees (21-23 °C) depending on the season. If it’s yeehaw days then he’s piling on the blankets until things are suitably toasty.

↠ It should also be said that he snores, but lightly.

Really it’s more like really heavy, drawn out breaths than a true, rumbly snore.

Still, it can get annoying if your sensitive to such things as his preferred positioning usually leaves your heads fairly close together, but it’s something that you’ll probably get used to over time.

Javier Escuella || WC: 600~

↠ Such a romantic, this one. He loves to hold you while you sleep.

He doesn’t particularly care how this happens so long as he’s got you in his arms.

His personal favorite is for you to drift off while facing one another, but he knows this can be a bit claustrophobic so he’s more than willing to entertain other options.

In fact he recognizes that being held while you sleep can be undesirable in general so he’ll definitely avoid playing you so tight if you so wish.

↠ If you’re not likewise inclined he’ll be willing to find a compromise that you can both live with.

He’s got no problem with just throwing an arm or a leg over you but otherwise staying to his side of the bed or any variations thereof—he just wants to be touching you somehow.

However if you’re one of those people that really needs their s p a c e he’ll give it to you, albeit begrudgingly.

Just don’t be surprised if you wake up with him curled around you regardless of how your initial positioning. Much like Best Dad Hosea, dude can’t help what his subconscious drives him to do in his sleep lol.

↠ When he’s alone he’s a side sleeper that likes to cuddle a pillow.

He really hates sleeping on his back as he just doesn’t find it all that comfortable for whatever reason.

The one exception to this is when he naps. The lack of comfort serves as a natural alarm clock that keeps him from oversleeping lol.

↠ He prefers warmer temperatures to colder ones, so if you like to keep a colder room then expect him to pile on the blankets.

In the yeehaw days this obviously works well for him during the warmer months, but come late fall/winter?

Bruh.

Cuddling isn’t an option or a preference then—it’s a gd mandate lol. Luckily you’ll probably be down for it as you’ll be desperate to keep warm as well.

Definitely the type to shove his cold toes and fingers onto various parts of your body to warm them up (and also to annoy you, but whatever lol).

↠ Regardless of if he’s alone or not he sleeps ~nude~

He’s got no shame when it comes to his body, and honestly if you’re at the point where you’re sharing a bed you’re already well acquainted with it, so by his estimation this shouldn’t be an issue.

If your sensibilities are a bit too delicate for this for whatever reason, he’ll put on a pair of boxers (or whatever the ye olde equivalent is) but that’s the most you’re gonna get lol.

While he loves to dress nice, when it comes time to catch some Z’s he doesn’t like being bogged down.

This is a big part of the reason he likes to keep the room on the warmer side when he sleeps; warmer temperatures means lighter blankets and he’s here for that.

He also loves the intimacy that comes from being in such a vulnerable state with someone else. Because of this he’ll encourage you to ditch the PJs as well. There’s absolutely nothing sexual about this request, btw—his love language is physical and sleeping naked with someone is about as close as you can get with them without doing the do.

It’s the combination of trust, love, and intimacy that goes into the act that really does it for him.

Plus sleeping naked is just super liberating/comfortable, in his opinion. It’s a small rebellion against societal norms and we all know that our mans is still a revolutionary at heart no matter the century, so he lives for shit like this lol…

John Marston || WC: 500~

↠ John’s a stomach sleeper whose positioning doesn’t really vary even when he’s sharing a bed.

Doesn’t matter if he’s got company or not, dude’s flopping down on his belly and taking up as much real estate as possible lol.

Yeah he really likes to starfish when he’s alone. It takes a bit for him to break the habit, tho the issues that we’re gonna get to in a second sees him striving to rectify this behavior sooner rather than later.

When he’s not completely spread out he tends to keep his hands tucked under the pillow, but like in a really weird way.

The left one goes under like normal, but he’ll like loop his right arm so that it’s coming over the top of the thing before going under it. So it basically looks like he’s trying to put the pillow in some sort of headlock-type deal lmao.

↠ The most that’ll change if you’re sharing a bed is his flopping an arm over your middle, and even that’ll be removed as the night progresses.

By his estimation all that cutesy, couple-y, cuddly stuff is just not sustainable for an entire night. Limbs grow numb and bodies uncomfortably hot…

He loves being near you, but dammit, he needs his sleep lmao.

If you want to cuddle save it for your waking hours. At least then you don’t have to worry about anyone’s arms going all tingly or getting drooled on.

↠ Like his big brother he runs hot—this is a large part of why he doesn’t really want to get too close while you’re sleeping.

It’s a comfort thing, for both him and you.

He doesn’t even want to be in his own skin when he’s like this so why would he inflict it on you?

…He may also be a bit self-conscious about the amount he sweats, both when he’s awake and asleep, so that also plays a part.

((Me, projecting my hyperhidrosis onto John’s greasy ass? It’s about as likely as you think lmao.))

It doesn’t matter how cold the room is either, he’s still gonna sweat because his body is a traitor like that >.>

Even if you don’t mind the sweat you’re not gonna change his mind about things. He’s super self-conscious about this and no amount of honeyed words is gonna fix that.

In a modern au he may consider getting Botox if the idea is presented to him, tho he’s definitely gonna do his research as he’s heard horror stories about botched applications in the past. He doesn’t think you can fuck up an armpit in the same way you can someone’s face, but with his brand of luck…

↠ He likes to keep the room at a comfortable temperature in modern au’s—i.e. room temperature—as he finds that if it’s too cold he’ll wake up stiff and if it’s too hot his sheets’ll be soaked through.

In the yeehaw days he doesn’t see a point in having a preference as the temperature’s gonna do what it’s gonna do. He just adjusts the amount of blankets accordingly and keeps it moving.

Josiah Trelawny || WC: 600~

↠ Josiah snores like a gd chainsaw—try to change my mind lmao.

Seriously, it’s always the people that are the most put together that have shit like this going on behind the scenes.

Ever since he was a child he struggled with this affliction. His parents wrote it off to the bad allergies that affected both themselves as well as the rest of their children, and while that was part of the problem the actual underlying condition turned out to be far more serious.

Turns out the lot of them had sleep apnea.

I’m p. sure this wasn’t a thing that they fully understood back in the 1890s, so they probably wouldn’t have been diagnosed properly.

↠ If you’re back in the yeehaw days you p. much just have to learn to live with the noise as there’s not much he can do about it, unfortunately.

In modern times we ofc have treatments for the condition, but they’re all pretty involved. So far he’s been getting by with a CPAP, but he hates the device for several reasons and has been considering more invasive solutions.

Tbh there are nights where he just cannot deal with that blasted thing and tries to go without. That… never ends well for anyone involved.

Luckily for him (and you too, honestly) there are some non-surgical procedures that have some promising results.

↠ No matter the century, please don’t tease him about his snoring.

He’s already hella self-conscious about it, and honestly doing His Best to keep it at a minimum.

Even mentioning it in a non-joking manner is pushing it, tbh.

Trust me, he’s already well aware of what he sounds like, and is doing all he can to remedy it—commentary is not needed or wanted.

↠ But unfortunate medical issue aside, he’s a pretty pleasant bed buddy.

↠ It doesn’t matter if he’s alone or not, he’s a side sleeper.

And no matter the date he finds that sleeping on his side is the best way to somewhat mitigate his infernal tendency to snore. Because of this he’s a spooner by default.

Definitely prefers to be the big spoon, but if its modern times and he’s using his CPAP that’s not really comfortable for either of you.

Luckily he doesn’t have any problems with you holding him if you’re that way inclined. He’ll link his fingers with yours and nestle your joined hands against his heart, and ahhhh~ It’s so sweet!

Look, he gets extra soft when he’s sleepy, okay?

↠ He’s a creature of comfort so he likes the temperatures to be adjusted accordingly. If it’s warm out he likes a cooler (but not cold) room, and vis versa for warmer months.

Unfortunately the yeehaw days didn’t allow for many adjustments to a home’s temperature.

This is in part why he loves to travel so much. When he gets tired of one scene he just picks up and moves on.

↠ Another one that likes to sleep nekked as he has a tendency to overheat otherwise.

Despite this he owns a lot of nice silky pajamas because he likes the way they look—and the way you look at him when he’s in them—not to mention the fact that they feel amazing fluttering against his skin.

But the minute it’s time to hit the sack he’s shedding everything before sliding between the sheets.

He can potentially be persuaded to keep on his undies if you’re really adamant, but he’s definitely gonna tease you about it.

That you still have the audacity to have a sense of decorum after you’ve both seen everything the other has to offer is just so cute to him, he cannot with you sometimes…

Doesn’t much care if you choose to sleep nude or not; in his opinion sleep’s all about comfort so you do you boo-boo.

Kieran Duffy || WC: 400~

↠ Oh is it time for bed? *koala mode activated*

↠ So, so clingy, but also so, so cute so it balances out–

–or at least he hopes it does.

You’re… you’re okay with him getting this close right? God he hopes you are, he doesn’t want you to feel like he’s smothering you or needy or anything like that! He just likes being close to you, even when he’s not fully awake to enjoy your presence…

If you’re okay with the snuggly sleeping conditions then please, for the love of all that is good and holy in this world, reassure this man.

If you’re not down with being played that tight he totally understands. Just break it to him gently and he’ll be all to ready to switch things up. He’s nothing if not eager to please.

↠ If given the choice he’d like to have you lying on his chest.

There’s just something about that position that screams comfort and trust to him. That you allow him to provide you with the former and entrust him with the latter is just *chef’s kiss*

But like I said, he wants this to be good for you too so he’s willing to fold himself into whatever configuration will best work for you both. He’ll give you as much or as little space as you want/need with no complaints on his part; he’s just happy you’re willing to share a bed with him, tbh.

↠ When he’s alone he curls up into the fetal position, usually hugging a pillow tight to his chest. It’s a comfort thing for him, and idk whether to find this precious or sad, honestly…

↠ Temperature-wise he just wants to be as comfy as possible.

If it’s cold out crank up the heat, if it’s hot turn on the AC.

Naturally these aren’t options in the yeehaw days so instead he’ll open windows and shed clothes or toss logs into the fire and pile on layers as needed.

↠ In modern times he’s definitely the type to turn on a fan and-or an air purifier for white noise.

He p. much keeps the latter on at all times (year-round allergies are a bitch), but sometimes he needs something a bit more substantial. The sound gives his brain something other than his racing thoughts to focus on.

If you can’t deal with the added noise he’s fine with putting on headphones if he needs a sleep aid. Even before you came along he would occasionally pop a pair on so that he could fall asleep to various white noise mixes, so it’s not a problem for him at all.

Leopold Strauss || WC: 600~

↠ Ngl, it takes him a while to get used to sharing a bed.

He’s spent the majority of his life alone so it’s not surprising that it takes him a bit to acclimate to having his space invaded by another person.

Okay, so ‘invaded’ is a harsh word, he knows this. It’s not as if you make him uncomfortable or he thinks you to be a nuisance or anything like that, it’s quite the opposite really. When you’re around it’s as if he’s passed into the eye of the storm that is his life.

If you didn’t have such an effect on him then there’s no way you would’ve gotten to the point where you’re bunking together.

But still everything has an adjustment period, especially something as monumental as this.

↠ Those first few times he’s gonna be stiff as fuck—and I don’t mean that in the fun way lol.

Dude’s p. much doing a spot on impression of a mummy, the only thing that’s missing is the crossed arms. He’s also gonna leave room for Jesus and all twelve of his homies lmfao…

Once he gets used to having you there he’ll move in a bit closer, but he’ll still be p. stiff, so take pity on him and close the gap. He’s so worried about making you uncomfortable that he’ll keep carrying on like this otherwise.

With that hill taken he’ll be open to experimenting with sleeping positions until you find one that’s right for the pair of you.

Personally he’s partial to being the little spoon as he gets cold easily and leeching off of your body heat is so much less taxing than trying to generate his own lol.

↠ When he’s by himself he’s a v. restless sleeper.

He’ll start off on his back only to end up hanging halfway off of the mattress or something else equally weird/uncomfortable.

Being as anxious as he so often is he’s prone to nightmares which is why he moves about so much.

He finds that he sleeps much more soundly with you around tho. Honestly your being in his life has done wonders for his health overall, and he’s forever grateful to you for that.

↠ Due to his health issues he’s p. much always cold so he likes to keep his home on the warmer side of this at all times.

For some reason when he’s sleeping he’s found that he gets even colder so expect to have a grip of blankets on your bed at any given time—doesn’t matter the century or the season.

He’ll remove some if you find it too unbearable, but you better be ready to be his new heat source because he cannot stand to be cold.

↠ In modern times he likes to listen to ASMR videos to get him in the mood to sleep.

A lot of times he finds it hard to get his brain to switch off. Not being one for employing the use of medication until all other option has exhausted he started looking for alternative solutions online, and eventually he stumbled across ASMR videos.

Ngl—at first he was like ‘da fuq??’ but he was desperate and had nothing to lose and so he gave it a go. Five minutes later homie was out like a gd light.

He now swears by the things, and has no shame in telling people he likes them. And honestly he doesn’t get the stigma?

At first glance it can seem a bit odd, yes, but there is documented proof of both the response and its effects on the body. It’s a natural and free high, so why not indulge?

His favorites are scalp massages, fabric scratching, and liquid sounds. His least favorite is inaudible whispers as he finds himself straining to hear what the person is saying which is the opposite of relaxing lol…

Lenny Summers || WC: 500~

↠ This adorable baby giggles in his sleep.

↠ A lot.

↠ You have no idea what it is he’s dreaming of that’s so damn funny, and sadly neither does he—he’s one of those people that rarely remembers his dreams—so it’s destined to remain a mystery to you both.

But that’s fine, you suppose, as the most important part is his cute little sleepy laughs.

Has definitely woke himself up before laughing and it was fucking adorable.

Has also woken you up as well—that was less cute, but like who can stay mad at that face? All it takes is for him to bust out the puppy-dog eyes and nuzzling hugs and all is forgiven.

Usually.

Sometimes more… involved measures are necessary to make amends, and he’s all for that ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

↠ When you’re sharing a bed he’s definitely a spooner.

Will never admit to it, but in modern times, before you came along he had a waifu body pillow that he liked to cuddle up with.

No, he did not buy the thing himself. It was a gag gift from Sean (aka the worst bestie/roomie in the world). He’d found his friend hugged up with pillows enough times to figure that a body pillow would make for a nice birthday gift. But Sean being the asshole that he is couldn’t just get him a nice, normal pillow because that would be too much like right lmao…

Anyways!

He prefers to be the little spoon majority of the time, but he isn’t at all opposed to holding you if you’re that way inclined.

When he’s the little spoon he likes to face you. He’s like Arthur in that he’ll burrow down until he can smoosh his face against your chest; he likes to hear your heartbeat, it’s soothing.

When he’s the big spoon he’s doing it for your comfort so lay however you like, he’s down for whatever.

↠ Aside from liking to use a body pillow he was a lot like Sean in that he didn’t have a favored position. Whatever was most comfortable at the time is what he went with when alone.

↠ As far as temperatures go he prefers to be toasty af.

By his estimation you just can’t beat a nice, warm room and a pile of comforters.

Likes to put on white noise vids in modern times; he really likes winter wind/snowstorm sounds or rainy cabin ambiance for this as it adds to the whole ‘tucked away, comfy and safe, from the outside world’ vibe.

But if you like a different sound, or a quiet room altogether he doesn’t mind as the vids are a bonus for him, not a must.

In the yeehaw days he’d still rather be warm than cold. His body just does not handle chilly weather well (Colter was his own personal wintery hell). It’s like his body cannot produce enough heat to sustain him, which leads to muscle aches as his shiver response kicks into overdrive.

So if you’re partying like it’s 1899, fully expect for him to pile on the blankets before curl around you for the whole of the winter—not that that’s a problem at all imo…

Orville Swanson || WC: 400~

↠ Swanson is a rather clingy individual in general.

He knows it, you know it, and you both accept it as a part of your lives lol.

Unsurprisingly this trait carries over into his sleeping habits. Luckily for you he isn’t picky about positions so long as you’re touching one another.

↠ Ideally he’d like to be lying on top of you.

He’s not the biggest man so weight-wise this is usually doable, though various factors can make it uncomfortable for anything long term. He’s well aware of this so he’s more than happy to settle for any alternatives that’ll suit you as well.

Spooning is his second favorite position, though surprisingly enough he wants to be the one doing the holding.

This is his go to when you’ve had a rough day and-or are feeling vulnerable. He knows how comforting it is to be held—hell, you’ve done it for him more times than he can count so how could he not return the favor?

Ngl, it makes him feel strong as fuck when you ask him to hold you. Knowing that you look to him when you’re in need like that is just *chef’s kiss*

Ofc this isn’t to say that he likes to see you hurting in any capacity, but life is never as consistently kind to us as we would like. In such instances he feels so damn honored that you would even think to come to him.

He so often doubts his own strength, but when you rely on him like this it just makes his entire existence go full-on heart eyes…

↠ When alone he mirrors Kieran’s fetal curl perfectly.

*insert ‘They’re the same picture’ meme here* lol.

He would pull the blanket up completely over his head and sleep like that. How he never accidentally suffocated himself is a question for the ages…

↠Temperature-wise he’s all for the cold as he’ll take any excuse to cuddle up closer to you.

This was just as much of a necessity as a want back in the 1890s since heating solutions (aside from fireplaces) weren’t yet a thing.

In modern times, he likes to keep things cozy (I talked about that a lot back in ‘A’) so expect him to pile on the blankets, esp. in the summer when the AC is on. In the winter he likes to keep the heat kinda high so you don’t need quite so many comforters; in fact he prefers to have just one really heavy topper with a couple of thinner sheets underneath it.

↠ He’s a sleep talker, though he mostly sticks to single words. Very polite as well; you hear ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ a lot lol.

Sean MacGuire || WC: 700~

↠ The firebug doesn’t stop talking, even when he’s asleep.

And most of what he’s babbling about doesn’t make a lick of sense. Some of the highlights include:

“Mmmrpfh—ketchup, eat it, sir…” “Fuck-shit, yoooous all!” “Fight me Aragorn, you bitch!” “Tastyyyy breath, tasty…”

((shoutout to all the sleep talkers that I have been forced to live with throughout the years—your mildly annoying quirk has given rise to this foolishness lol))

↠ Aside from that he’s p. basic when it comes to sleeping.

He doesn’t really have a preferred position; he finds the configuration that’s most comfortable at the time and rolls with it.

In the yeehaw days this is a necessity as he rarely had the opportunity to sleep on a decent bed—or really any bed at all. Lbr, the junior members’ digs could be considered bootleg sleeping bags at best. Pallets and threadbare sheets are the norm, making comfort more of a distant concept than anything.

In modern times things aren’t much better because he’s a broke ass college student. He’s p. sure that the mattresses back in the dorms were left over from the 80s, and the one he’s been forced to buy for himself since moving off-campus feels like it’s made completely out of cardboard.

Seriously—he would not be surprised if he cut that bitch open and found leftover toilet paper tubes instead of springs and flattened off-brand cereal boxes where padding should be.

With options like these comfort becomes relative and being picky is a waste of time, ya know?

↠ When he’s with a partner he finds that sleeping on his side is usually the most comfortable option.

More specifically he’s a spooner. This isn’t done out of any lovey-dovey reasons, but rather because he doesn’t want to take a stray elbow or knee during the night lol. If he’s molded around your back (or vice versa, he’s not picky about that) then the risk is greatly mitigated.

The biggest problem with this is that leaves your heads p. close together so you’re gonna get to hear all of his one-sided convos with that good 4K clarity lmao.

↠ He’s p. flexible when it comes to temperatures.

He’s like John in that he doesn’t see the point in fighting against it during the yeehaw days (though unlike the older man he is more opt to complain about it) and in modern times he can adjust the thermostat/amount of blankets he uses.

If you like to keep the room super cold he’s gonna sleep with his socks on. And only his socks.

He once heard it said that the human body vents most of its heat through the top of the head, the hands, and the feet. Sleeping with a hat and gloves on would just be weird, yeah? But socks are totally acceptable.

Naturally he could keep the rest of his clothes on, but why would he deprive you of the majesty that is his body?

Less clothes means its way easier for the two of you to get it in should the want arise, and Sean’s all about taking the easy route whenever possible lol. Ofc he’ll encourage you to join in the fun, but if you’re not down he gets it, that nudist life isn’t for everyone, tho with a body like yours he doesn’t get why you don’t want to show more of it.

Doesn’t matter what you’ve got going on he thinks you’re sex on legs, so maybe it’s actually better if you do stay clothed—if you were on display at all times nothing but you would ever get done lol.

↠ On that note, I can totally see him as being one of those roommates that walks around naked from time to time.

Lenny has seen his dick so many times at this point that he doesn’t even blink.

Some may say that he’s taking the whole ‘be comfortable in your own skin’ thing a bit too far, but this is Sean we’re talking about here—he could always take things further so don’t tempt him lmao.

He will grudgingly put on some bottoms if you’re really insistent, though he doesn’t see what the big deal is.

Like he’s already been balls deep in damn near every hole you’ve got so why get shy now?? But you’re his baby and he always wants you to feel comfortable so if you need him to put Cú Chulainn away then he will.

((this jackass named his junk after an Irish demigod because of course he did lmao))

Simon Pearson || WC: 500~

↠ Another one who takes a bit to adjust to sharing a bed.

↠ The process isn’t nearly as involved as it is with Strauss, but it is annoying lol.

He’s not nervous about having you there at all, in fact he’s overjoyed to finally be sharing a bed with his sweetheart!

However, comma, once he’s knocked out he forgets you’re there and either rolls on top of you or kicks you or nudges you out of the bed lmao.

He’s so used to not having to take another body into account that he just doesn’t. It isn’t until he hears you yell and-or feels the retaliatory pillow strike that he remembers you’re there.

Ngl, this asshole’s gonna be laughing his ass off as he apologizes. What? It’s not his fault that you look so damn cute when you’re full of sleepy, yet indignant rage.

This’ll probably go on for a week or so before he finally stops assaulting you in your sleep lol. If you want to rectify things sooner insist on spooning. If he’s holding you from the start his brain’ll register your existence and you’ll stop falling victim to various rude awakenings.

Trying to be the big spoon yourself isn’t advisable at this juncture as there’s a good chance he’ll roll on top of you again and that’s the opposite of what you want.

↠ Once he’s gotten used to having you there he’ll find that his favorite position to sleep in is actually back to back.

Spooning’s okay for cuddles, but he finds it to be a bit uncomfortable when he’s trying to sleep. When you’re back to back, however, he can breathe freely and move about a bit more without having to worry about waking you.

Plus homie’s an ass man, so having your cheeks smooshed against his is a definite plus. Ofc spooning gives him this advantage as well, but at least this way he doesn’t have to worry about noticeably chubbing out on you when that isn’t the vibe lol.

↠ When he’s alone he usually sleeps on his back with one arm thrown over his eyes and the other across his middle.

↠ He’s also a snorer, tho it’s on the softer side. It only gets loud when he’s either extremely tired, sleeping off his drunk, or coming down with something.

↠ Pearson’s a big dude that puts out a lot of heat so naturally he likes a colder room if at all possible.

He keeps a comforter scrunched down at the bottom of the bed so that it’s within reach should he need it, but he rarely does.

Once you come along the pair of you will have to work together to find a temperature/blanket configuration that you can both live with.

If it’s the yeehaw days idk what to tell either of you as you can’t adjust the temperature much.

He doesn’t mind it if the pair of you have to migrate to completely opposite sides of the bed, or hell even if you have to sleep separately on occasion. Sleep’s such a precious commodity that he won’t begrudge you doing what you gotta do to indulge in it comfortably.

Uncle || WC: ~300

↠ The OG strong cuddler, Uncle’s gonna trap your ass into an embrace that you’ll have an extremely hard time escaping.

He’ll pull you into him—heedless of positioning for the most part, tho if you say something he’ll give you a chance to get comfortable—and then knock out and you’re p. much stuck that way until morning.

Seriously, he is way stronger than he looks, but I covered this back in ‘A’ so let’s move on.

↠ When he’s alone he tends to pass out whenever, wherever, and however he pleases.

What can I say—dude loves his sleep. Doesn’t matter what century he’s in, if he wants to catch some Z’s he’s gonna go for it right then and there.

Like Charles he’s given to sleeping like dead man so even if the positioning isn’t all that comfortable it isn’t much a deterrent or detriment to him.

Well providing it doesn’t trigger the ~L um BA g O~, tho if he’s drunk and-or tired enough he won’t even take that much into consideration.

↠ Temperatures don’t bother him much either, tho his back does tend to flare up in colder conditions.

Despite his lack of hard preferences he’d be lying if he said he didn’t prefer to avail himself to a nice, comfy bed.

Positions still aren’t a thing that he’s fussed over, in fact he’s got more freedom to sprawl in a bed as the whole darned thing’s comfortable.

On that note it should also be said that he’s another one that likes to let his limbs stretch out. This is only when he’s alone of course; when he’s got company he’ll get on his good WWE shit as previously established lol.

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scarfacemarston · 2 years

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So I saw the Winter Soldier tag has been banned in certain ways. What’s next? What is this type of censorship? This is literally the type of thing some of my friends in Eastern Europe deal with. Not joking. I”m from there and keep in contact with people there. RDR fans - I’m being sarcastic, but also maybe not - watch the following get banned: Red Dead Redemption - has the word dead. Dutch van der Linde - Grey character to dark grey

Abigail Marston /Abigail Roberts, Karen Jones, Susan Grimshaw - girls and former sex workers with Black/brunette/blonde hair. I think Tilly, Mary-Beth and Molly would be safe. Micah Bell - antagonist Bill Williamson - Grey character to dark grey

Van der linde gang - they shoot people and commit crimes. Anne Rice fans - yo, I see everything banned. Vampire, Lestat, Anne Rice, Louis, Armand, Marius, Vampire Chronicles, The vampire chronciles Vampire the Masquerade - probably Star Wars - Palpatine and Darth Vader better watch out. Any Horror fans? I’m sure Resident Evil, talking about Friday the 13th, and any other horror film/video game, too. As far as random - watch drag queen, drag king, drag race be all banned I’m only being somewhat sarcastic.

#anne rice #bucky barnes #red dead redemption

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heroofpenamstan · 3 years

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—OC TAG !

tagged by ( ages ago ) @faithchel, @chuckhansen, @loriane-elmuerto, @risenlucifer, @blissfulalchemist, @archetypesinthefog! x going to do my two new sons this time around just to have something about them on main, and going to Peer Pressure for some wayhaven/rdr ocs ( or any ones not done for! ) from my lovely mutuals: @consumedkings, @faithchel ( xoxoxo ), @abosaa, @starcrier; @shallow-gravy, @shellibisshe and anyone who wants to do it! x

name: ulrich hamelin alias/nicknames: ‘rich, rick, warlock of hamelin, nature’s abomination, pied piper, trickster, rat, tier X, agency’s menace gender: cis male age: 171 ( c. 2018 ) zodiac: gemini sun / capricorn moon / taurus rising abilities/talents: hypnotization, glamour, spell casting, conjuring, alchemy, dark magic, divination, enchantments, charms, manipulation, singing, various instruments, brewing, honed surivalist skills alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true religion: polytheistic pagan sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience languages: german, french, english, old norse, polish

family: unnamed father, mother, and two sisters, eliphas levi ( former mentor ) friends: man only has acquaintances he keeps at arms length and is prepared to drop and betray at a moment’s notice ( ethan murphy, various witch covens, agency higher-ups who need “special” “”illegal”” favours, trappers that want similar services; same goes for rogues, actually ), and ava du mortain ( even if it’s vehemently one-sided—or so she claims ). further along the line: detective isobel ross. sexuality: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other relationship status: single / partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating / it’s complicated ( the century’s long slowburn/ lovers to awkward exes perceveres ) libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent build: slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other eyes: brown / blue / gray / green / black / other ( left eye is pale and hazed ) skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / dark / other height: 6′2 ( 189cm ) scars: both palms grazed with numerous cuts from various rituals, two deep gashes running from brow to cheekbone on the left side of the face, scarring the eyelid. magically healed would-be fatal wounds leaving faint lines in various parts of the body from altercations with other supernaturals, or humans during wartime features: strong bone structure, accented, deep voice, memorable face, and heterochromia sometimes shielded away with an eyepatch dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic or melee || sword or bow || summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future five songs that remind you of them: 1. J2—man in the mirror 2. emily jane white—washed away 3. delta rae—i will never die 4. duivelspack—germania 5. soap&skin—thanatos bonus: the playlist

name: kayne o’driscoll alias/nicknames: kay, “abel smith”, o’driscoll jr., second-in-command, irish bastard, deranged maggot, pretty boy, cunning snake, the brains gender: cis male age: 35 ( c. 1899 ) zodiac: leo sun / scorpio moon / sagittarius rising abilities/talents: planning and organization, accounting, lying and deceiving, sweet-talking and philosophizing, long-range and short-range weapons, riding, gambling, stealing, basic survival skills alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true religion: ( loosely ) catholic sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience languages: english, some spanish and gaelic

family: colm o’driscoll ( uncle ), cillian o’driscoll ( father ), shannon o’driscoll ( mother ) friends: the o’driscoll boys, his sub-unit gang members ( cole, samuel, darren, james, niamh ), ben calloway, hector barlow, alden carruthers, seamus, sheriff leigh gray, sadie adler sexuality: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other relationship status: single / partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating / it’s complicated libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent build: slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other eyes: brown / blue / gray / green / black / other skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / dark / other height: 6′ ( 185cm ) scars: old bullet wound scar on his right collar bone, a poorly-healed knife cut on his thigh, slight scarring on the chin features: olive-green bandana around the neck, trimmed and tidy beard, cocky drawl, wide, toothy grin, animated gestures dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic or melee || sword or bow ( gun ) || summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future five songs that remind you of them: 1. anthony willis—toxic 2. jack leopards & the dolphin club—look what you made me do 3. radiohead—you and whose army? 4. the kinks—i’m not like everybody else 5. mario batkovic—revenge is a dish best eaten bonus: the ship playlist

#tag game #ulrich hamelin #oc: unveiled tales #kayne o'driscoll #oc: wanted poster details #twc oc #the wayhaven chronicles oc #rdr 2 oc #red dead redemption 2 oc #my stuff #ugh my bastard sons who can do Only wrong

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rdrevents · 1 year

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ONE DAY TO GO

We're in the last 24 hours of the RDR Secret Winter Exchange creation period, which means tomorrow is

GIFT REVEALS!

Starting Dec 22nd, we invite all our Secret Winter Exchange participants to share their lovingly crafted gifts and reveal themselves to their giftees!

Remember to use the event hashtag (#RDRsecretwinterexchange) and tag us on tumblr (@rdrevents), twitter, and AO3. We can't wait to see all your amazing creations! @rdrevents

#SWE #SWE22 #rdrevents

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fangirl-ramblings · 3 years

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Pairing: Arthur Morgan x gn!reader

Summary: A return trip from Annesburg is about to change your life forever

Word count: 1520

Notes: CW: vague descriptions of wounds | Unsure how to tag this right now, Amensia Plot | Unbetaed [Any feedback is appreciated]

Tags for: @husbandits.

I was so excited when I saw that I was assigned to be your Secret Santa this year (even if i do still have a request I need to fulfill for you 🙈) I loved each item on your wishlist, but this one really jumped out at me.

"okay, so there was a post going around like last year i think where arthur had gotten amnesia and the reader took him in, and honestly i haven't been able to get it out of my head these past few months for some reason"

I couldn't find the original post you referred to, but a rough idea started to form in my head...The only problem is, this idea is so much bigger than the stories I usually write and I was starting to run out of time to get it posted for in time for the @rdr-secret-santa event (as you well know, I'm a slow writer) so...please accept my humble offering of the first chapter while I try chip away at the remaining parts.

The Best Kept Memories

[working title]

Chapter 1: Late 1899 [Oct/Nov]

All this commotion was frustrating to say the least; you'd arrived in Annesburg late yesterday afternoon, ready to pick up the supplies you'd needed to stock your cabin up with before the weather turned back into the harsh winter the Grizzlies were famous for. Despite arriving in town a good 30 mins before the train carrying your supplies from Saint Dennis was due in at the station, an hour later you were still standing on the platform waiting for it to suddenly come rumbling down the tracks.

"All the trains have been delayed you know" A local busybody informed you.

"Yeah, I kinda gathered," you politely replied - not really wanting to be drawn into conversation...too bad the older lady didn’t get the message.

"Talk is…" she leaned in close, as if she was sharing confidential intel that only you were to know about, "a bunch of degenerates living not too far from here, decided to rob one of the earlier trains coming up from city."

You found yourself rolling your eyes internally upon hearing this; you were aware the Murfree Brood were a sadistic bunch of murdering bastards, but from what you previously heard about them, they could barely care for and ride their horses, let alone plan to board and rob a moving train.

"Terrible affair I heard, seems they managed to make it all the way up towards Bacchus Bridge before…" she stopped mid-conversation, not because she ran out of gossip to share with you but she had noticed that the tracks began to rumble and the sound of a train's whistle could be heard approaching the station.

"Well, looks like the delay is finally over," you commented, pointing out the obvious.

"Oh do excuse me will you." You sighed with relief as you watched the woman move a little down the way, heading towards the train's engine to see if the driver had any updates of the goings on in Saint Dennis to share with her.

By the time you'd finished loading your wagon up, you were exhausted and couldn't face the thought of driving home through Roanoke Ridge in the dark, especially if the Murfree Brood were still loitering about. Looking down the main street you saw the local hotel had some vacancies and made the impulsive decision to spend the night in one of the rooms there, ready to feel refreshed in time for your morning ride home.

While it seemed like a very good idea at the time, you soon realised you'd made a huge mistake. After waking up and having a quick wash before getting dressed, you made your way back outside to find the most peculiar sight. The mining town of Annesburg, usually full of workers with dirt covered faces, wandering about in their equally filthy overalls, was now overrun by well dressed men in suits.

"They say they're Pinkertons." You overheard the gossiping woman that you encountered the previous night, telling her newly captive audience. "One of them told me personally that there was a gunfight up near Beaver Hollow."

"Well Eunice, I heard talk there was reports of those hooligans that they're after, fleeing into the night and the 'Pinkertons' had to chase them all over the Ridge well into the early hours of the morning," another lady informed her, looking super smug that she'd been able to provide some information that her friend wasn't already privy too.

"Well either way, several roads around the area have been blocked off by the men in suits." Eunice huffed before walking off, looking for a less informed person to chat too.

Shaking your head, you dismissed their talk as nothing but idle gossip and jumped up on your wagon, ready to head back home along one of the roads leading South.

"This road is closed," the well-suited man hissed as you approached the roadblock with your wagon. "I suggest you find another route."

"It wasn’t closed yesterday when I rode into town, any chance you could let me go past just this once?" you protested, not really knowing why you were bothering. His stony face told you this was not a man who had much compassion for others, but wanting to get back home before the storm brewing on the East side of the Lannahechee river rolled in, you persisted, "I can be home within the hour if you let me past, whereas the other route will take me twice as long - not to mention those treacherous mountain roads I'd be forced to travel along."

"I said, find...another...way" he growled at you, clenching his teeth as he emphasised each word.

"Fine," you sighed as you reversed your wagon and drove along the road heading north.

Even though this route would take you the better part of the day to get home, you didn't mind so much as you could take the time to enjoy the beautiful scenery of this part of the country, especially the area around the huge mountain that rudely stood directly in front of you.

Taking a left hand turn to finally head southwards; you trundled along, lost in a world of your own as you admired the red wildflowers that grew in abundance here. Making a mental note to maybe pick some up on your next visit up here, so you could liven your cabin up, you were shocked when your horse suddenly reared up, whinnying a distressed shrill.

"Hey now Ponos, what's to do with you?" you asked gently, hopping down off your wagon to assess the area around you. There was nothing obvious that you could see in the road, but out of the corner of your eye you noticed a flock of scavenger birds circling over something that must be hidden out of sight behind the giant rock to your right.

"Trust you to be scared of a half-eaten animal" you chuckled as you patted Ponos' neck in an effort to calm him down. A beautiful Chestnut coloured Belgian Draft, you'd named him after the Greek God of hard labour & toil and while you couldn’t fault his excellent work ethic and seemingly unlimited stamina, you soon realised why the stable owner had offered you such a cheap price for him all those years ago; this giant of a horse was easily spooked by the smallest of things.

After reaching up to grab your gun from underneath your seat, you started walking over to the most likely spot to investigate. If it was a fresh kill you had enough space on your wagon to throw the carcass on and take it home to make a nice meal or two out of.

Approaching the overgrowth behind the rock, the birds squawked and scattered when they realised that you were about to steal the meal they had their eyes on. Getting closer, you noticed a heaped mound laying there. Your mouth started to water as you realised whatever this was, it was certainly likely to be bigger than a rabbit and therefore would provide several tasty meals over the next few days. Using the barrel of your rifle, you cautiously moved apart the long grass, almost dropping your gun as you finally saw what was previously hidden.

Looking like death personified this was certainly no animal, but a seriously injured man. His poor face, gaunt, bloody and bruised. Judging by the shallow, laboured breaths you could see him trying to take, he was still alive - but only just.

"Sir? Sir? Can you hear me?" You asked, not really expecting a response but the almost corpse groaned and weakly nodded in response.

You glanced back at the grey clouds that had followed you on your journey from Annesburg, before looking back at this wretched soul. What was it your old pa used to tell you?

'There's never any harm in being a good Samaritan to those that need your help.'

Realising that you could never let yourself walk away and leave a healthy man to be stranded in a storm, let alone an almost dead one to succumb from his wounds, you quickly set your gun aside and placed his arms around your neck. Summoning all the strength you had, you somehow managed to pick the sandy-haired man up and manoeuvre him onto the back of your wagon.

"I live a short ride away, you’re welcome to rest there until you get your strength back up.” Unravelling a few pelts you had stored with the rest of your cargo, you tossed them over the injured man to help try to keep him warm.

"Sorry it's not very comfy but I guess it beats lying there in the cold waiting for the cruel embrace of death," you explained whilst taking out a carrot from your satchel to feed Ponos, in the hope he had gotten over his fear and was willing to continue your journey back home, “Tell me, do you have a name sir?”

Jumping back into the driver’s seat, you looked back over your shoulder, only to find your passenger had passed out.

#arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 fanfic #rdr secret santa 2020 #fangirl writes #(this techincally is still a work in progress so i may edit parts in the future

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