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There was only one bed... (internal screaming intensifies)

It's cozy, warm and very, very narrow; you're stuck sleeping in a single bed with someone else and have to endure/enjoy the situation until morning. Snuggle-time?

2 person, single-bed bunking

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01) FRIENDS you know the other person well.

02) LOVERS is this really such a bad place to 'sleep' together?

03) ENEMIES try not to stab each other in the night.

04) STRANGERS super awkward or getting along like a house on fire.

05) AUTHORITY higher/lower social status.

06) WILDCARD choose your own adventure.

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[Open to all scenarios. He currently works as an E.D. doctor, so having someone stumble into the on-call room could be a starter. I'm open to pretty much anything. He cuddles.]

[ ooc: hoping mostly this will steer into shipping ( m/m if so ), but i'm also happy to write platonic, gen scenarios ( ota for gen ). just bear in mind: he's 14 ( tho happy to age up to 18 max ), has had A History, and has a tendency to flirt as a self-defense mechanism and a means for control………… not to say it has to be reciprocated, but just mentioning the potential risk with his lousy coping skills. you can message me if you'd care to discuss anything prior too! ]

[Up for any of those options. Or even starting as one of them, becoming something else during this... (friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, and so on) OTA gen, and she's 23-24, so shipping/smut 20+ OTA. Castmates (especially JINUS), crosscanon, crossmedium, assumed CR, AUs, OCs etc all always welcome!]

Edited 2026-06-15 14:50 (UTC)

[ 30+ for shipping but platonic is a vibe too; he's an affectionate guy, he'll spoon his friends, fuck it- ]

[ He's been aboard the Hail Mary for about a month now, and with some trial and error, the two of them have fallen into an easy daily routine. Watney tends to turn in for sleep earlier than Grace, most of the time. And most of the time, he's asleep long before Grace remembers he needs to sleep at all.

Tonight - as if they have any real concept of night and day out here - sleep does not come to him. He turns, and turns again, tiredness clinging to him as the hours fall by. He tries listening to music for a while on an iPod, borrowed from an astronaut he'll never meet. He tries keeping his mind busy with what he'll do when they get home, what he should expect, but it's useless. It's a familiar anxiety keeping him alert and conscious. One that knows how bad his dreams have been lately and is trying its best to give him reprieve from them, though it hasn't thought of the cost.

By the time he hears Grace coming in, Mark's frustration is tempered only by the realisation of the only thing he hasn't tried. Grace assumes he's asleep, so he gets ready for bed as quietly as he can, climbs into his bunk and gets comfortable. Probably forgotten to take his glasses off again.

It's hard to not feel younger than his years as he gets up, gathering his blanket as he goes, and pads across the dorm to Grace's bunk. Keeps his voice quiet, as if there's a third person in the room they need to avoid waking. ]

...Hey, Ryland..? Can I sleep in with you..?

[ There's no embarrassment. Only hope emphasised by how tired he is. Since their night with David Attenborough, he knows Grace will likely say yes.

But he'll always check. He'll always ask. ]

[It's been easier to concentrate on actual work, with somebody else aboard. With more than just the hum of the engines and music piped through Mary's intercom to keep him company. When they're not sharing a meal or watching something in the Don't Go Crazy Room - or, on a few memorable occasions, indulging in some videogames - they still tend to cross paths a lot. Exist in the same room, even when they're doing different tasks. Having somebody in the corner of your eye, making human noises, doing human things... it helps a lot. Reminds you that the other person didn't just vanish when you weren't looking.

Sometimes Mark just sits in the corner of the lab with an ebook while Grace runs tests on microbes from Adrian, or they chat to fill the silence while typing on their respective laptops. Grace always misses him when he's gone to bed, though he doesn't always notice the change, only knowing that he's not enjoying the work quite as much. Which doesn't prevent him from dialing in and working on a paper until way later than he should be up, like it does tonight.

It's not quite 1 am by the ship's clock by the time he throws in the towel and returns to the dormitory. The lights are off, except for the ambient glow from panels here and there around the room, but he knows his way around in the dark by now and quietly shuffles to his bunk.

He only has his eyes shut for a few moments before he can hear the soft whisper of movement, and he has just enough time to think aw beans, I woke him up before Mark's low, tired voice cuts through the quiet. Oh.]

Yeah. C'mere.

[He reaches out, guessing at where Mark's hands are to pull him closer. He has to scoot over a bit to make room, rolling back onto his right side to make space. The bunks are not made for this, but Mary has already been asked to do so many things out of her design spec. This is nothing.]

Edited 2026-06-15 20:15 (UTC)

[ He had actually gotten a hotel room, even though he hadn't bothered to check in at any point. There hadn't been time, between getting here and bulling his way into the hospital to begin with and stubbornly refusing to acknowledge the concept of 'visiting hours,' and now it's late. Mark's drifted off into his second deep sleep since Jud arrived — there had been a few rounds with doctors and one with a therapist that Jud had to step outside for. He'd paced in the hall like an anxious sheepdog, and when the door had finally opened, he'd made a beeline right back to the chair he'd left at Mark's bedside, and now it's late.

(He probably should have checked into the hotel then. Oh well.)

The building around them is quiet, the room dark and warm. Some nurse had drawn the shades to keep the lights from the parking lot from bleeding through and tugged a blanket up over Mark. It's thin and light and Jud's really not sure it's warm enough, even if the room feels comfortable to him. Mark is still so thin.

How long has he been awake for? Hard to say. Since before he got on the plane to get out here, certainly. For hours before that. But keeping vigil at a bedside isn't unfamiliar to him, and he uses the time to pray, and think, and wonder about the future. The night crawls slowly on, midnight bleeding into smaller hours, and Jud's chair is pulled so close to the bedside that his knees are pushed out to either side. He checks the blanket, again — it's thin under his fingers but Mark feels warm to the touch — and this time leaves his hand where it is, splayed on the edge of the thin mattress, fingertips just nudged against Mark's hip.

It can't be more than a few minutes that he dozes off, head pillowed on an arm he's resting at the edge of the mattress. His sleep is still light enough that any small movement from Mark drags him unceremoniously to the surface of consciousness, and now he blinks a little blearily at the frown tugging at Mark's brow, the hands clenching and flexing against the blanket. ]

Hey—

[ His own hand is bigger than Mark's, rawboned with too-large knuckles from years of throwing punches, but it's gentle when he rests it over the one Mark has worrying at the blanket. Jud leans close, elbow on the mattress, half on the narrow hospital bed himself. ]

Mark. It's okay. You're okay. You're dreaming.

[ It's all expected. All what Mark knows has to happen. He does what he's told, submits to the tests and the questions, talks to the first therapist with Jud's gentle, but firm encouragement.

He's not so stubborn as to fight something that's only for his own good. But Jud knows better than anyone how much he'd rather fast forward through it all, wake up tomorrow and be okay. He'd rather be on a flight out to New York. He wants to see the grounds of the church, the trees Jud's told him about. He wants to stay up all night talking with him so they can catch a sunrise. It's wouldn't be on Mars, but it'd be perfect.

It's all of this Mark wishes he'd dream about. But why would it be, when fear and stress are far more persuasive influences on a mind already pushed closer to the brink than he ever wanted to experience. He won't remember the start of the dream when he wakes, only the pervasive cold of open space, distant stars his only company as the husk of the MAV flies close to the Hermes, close enough to dock, but instead shoots clean past. This time, he doesn't see Lewis or Beck at the airlock, waiting to try and reach him. He's only spinning, spinning, spinning-

His hand turns, grabbing for the one resting over it before his eyes have opened at all. In the seconds that he comes round, he doesn't remember that Jud's right there- it takes him a very long few seconds to remember where he is at all. All he feels is cold, is his breath coming fast and hollow, all he sees is it's dark, but there's no stars-

The light's not coming from Sol. It's from the machines flanking the bedside, the soft light behind the bed to allow the nurses to see what they're doing while their patient sleeps. Mark blinks hard a couple of times, squeezing the hand in his before he realises it's attached to someone. ]

S-Sorry, sorry-

[ He apologises in a ragged voice, but doesn't let go for a minute, still getting his bearings from a dream so vivid it had edges, and the grogginess from sleep direly needed. If he lets go, this might turn out to not be real either. ]

-Fuck...

[Can be the one crashing out or the one crashed on. Also available in furry mink flavor, so cuddle with a giant furry noodle who will definitely not understand the meaning of personal space. He mostly bounces around from motels and hotels, so could be a card/key mixup, could be just exhaustion after shifting/injury catching up, or someone could fall asleep on him and he just lets them.]

[ can keep it gen or get shippy(/smutty??) with it; either way, he doesn't take up much space! 👍 ]

( m/m for romance, ota for gen. maybe a hotel booking gone wrong for an away game or idk, I think there's so many ways it can go so well or so wrong )

( a cramped motel room, out in the wilderness in a tiny tent — just to name a few places. if you're sharing, you'll have to sleep on him unless you wanna be crushed. ota! )

[OOC Elevator Pitch: Heir to a dieselpunk mafia branch family. Theatrical, volatile, violent, mentally unwell, unhinged in a kind of funny way, loyal to a fault, softer than he looks or acts.

OTA 18+ for smut; m/m 18+ for shipping; canon characters/OCs/AUs/whatever welcome; open to any prompt]

Edited 2026-06-15 17:06 (UTC)

[ guess who's taking the floor! (permissions and notes). additionally, (emp). ]

((Not interested in option 5, but the rest are good to go! Defaulting him to 17, but let me know if you want 27yr old Ryuu instead.))

( info in journal. ota for shipping, no smut, very welcoming of gen, too. happy to do canon time period, other historical eras, modern au's or whatever au's necessary to make him fit the plot. he will most definitely not take the floor, either way. )

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open to cast, cross-canon, OCs, AUs. m/m, m/f, 21+ for shipping, OTA for gen. ]

[ f/f for shipping, no spoilers beyond the start of endwalker please! ]

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