insomnia meme

[sockerballs]

the i n s o m n i a meme

It happens to everyone - sometimes, you have nights where you just can't fall asleep, no matter what you do. It could be for a number of reasons, or no reason at all. And this is what's happened now: you've been laying in bed for what feels like hours, just tossing and turning, and nothing seems to help. So what's left to do? Get out of bed and go wake someone else up, of course. If you're not getting any sleep, then why should they? i n s t r u c t i o n s • Post with your character (note the name and fandom in the subject). • Other people reply to you by generating a number from 1 to 10. • Have fun! o p t i o n s 01 • FEAR. Maybe you're hearing strange, indeterminable noises; maybe there's a severe storm happening outside; maybe you watched a scary movie before bed? Whatever the reason, you're terrified and it's keeping you awake. You just want to wake someone else up so they can protect you from the monster in your closet. 02 • HUNGER. Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops. 03 • PAIN. Your body is completely worn out, be it from exercise, battle, sickness, or what have you. Either way you're in enough pain to keep you from sleeping, so maybe someone else has a home remedy or something, or can at least help you take your mind off of it. 04 • SOLITUDE. For some reason, your bed just feels so empty at the moment. You're feeling terribly lonely and really just want someone to keep you company for a while. Maybe it'd be easier to fall asleep if you're with them... 05 • DISCOMFORT. Your room is an oven. Either that or a freezer. Or maybe this bed is just really uncomfortable? Who knows why you can't get to sleep, it feels like it could be anything. Why even bother trying? Maybe someone else can preoccupy you until you feel tired enough to ignore your discomfort. 06 • PENSIVE. Something's on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus elsewhere, it's just not going to work. Your body may be tired, but your mind is incredibly busy and it's virtually impossible to get to sleep. Surely, talking it out with someone else will help? 07 • SADNESS. Something terrible has happened that day, perhaps; or you could just be severely depressed. Either way you're trying your hardest not to cry yourself to sleep, and it's not working at all. Better find a way to get it out of your system somehow; you need a shoulder to cry on. 08 • ANGER. You are just... fuming. Who knows why - that annoying dog is barking again, or maybe the people next door are getting busy and keeping you awake. Whatever the reason for your ire is, you'd better put an end to it so you can get some damn rest already! Go wake up a friend so you can complain to them. 09 • RESTLESS. You're far too energetic to sleep right now. Maybe you're just trying to do so out of necessity - you have to be up early tomorrow! But you just don't think you'll be able to fall asleep for a while now, so why waste the time trying to sleep when you could be doing something else? Namely bothering someone else - you're totally jealous because they're getting more sleep than you. 10 • WILDCARD. Choose one of the options above, or make up your own scenario.

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[twelveoclock]

Bring whatever ya want. I doubt you'd be able ta handle ol' Peacekeeper anyway.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He snorts, hands in his pockets as he heads off the dock. ]

You named it?

[twelveoclock]

[ He glances back over his shoulder ]

Is there a problem with that? You named your ship, didn't ya?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He waves a hand dismissively. ]

That's totally different. Ships always get named. It's like a universal law.

[twelveoclock]

Ain't no law sayin' I can't name my gun. Besides, we've been through a lot together. I might as well give it a name.

[nostalgiabomb]

Like what? Law school? Bad breakups? Your first date?

[twelveoclock]

[ Lightly, ] More like joinin' Overwatch, losin' my arm, watchin' the whole organization go right ta hell. Y'know, the good stuff.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ a pause, then, ]

I guess that's kinda meaningful.

[twelveoclock]

You’re still gonna tease me about it, ain’t ya?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He feigns a look of surprise, eyebrows raised and eyes wide. ]

What, me? McCree, please, why would I ever make fun of a guy who dresses, talks, and acts like a cowboy, and even wears a ten-gallon hat with bullets on the band in the dead of night, who names his gun? I mean, what kinda guy do you take me for, that I’d just tease a dude about it?

[ A pause. ]

Especially when there are better things to point out, like how he wears a belt buckle the size of Russia?

[twelveoclock]

[ He turns and offers Peter an unimpressed look, one eyebrow arched. ] Get in line, Quill. Right along with everybody I ever met.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter just smiles that shit-eating smile of his. ]

I feel like I should get to cut to the front, since I’ll be putting up with you smoking like a chimney on my ship for the next while.

[twelveoclock]

Is that still an option? I’da figured smokin’ was off the table entirely.

[ Not that he’s prepared to stop smoking at all but he’s sure they could figure something out. ]

And there’s no cuttin’ in the “make fun of McCree” line. You’ll just hafta wait your turn.

[nostalgiabomb]

I figure if it’s a choice between you being cranky and pissy or smelling like a forest fire, the second option is the least of all evils.

[ Bad enough the team in general is in a permanent state of exasperation, as it is.

They walk back into the base proper, and heading to the other side of the base brings them past the Milano. Peter opens the bay door, revealing a dark, silent interior. After the first few days of repairs, when it became clear a quick fix was out of the question and that the members of Overwatch weren’t likely to murder them in their sleep or attempt to steal their ship, the Guardians had taken up rooms on the base while they had the luxury of space and privacy. Days were mostly spent near or on the Milano, but come nightfall, Peter’s the only one who still sleeps aboard the ship.

He pauses halfway through the hatchway, turning a little to look back at McCree. ]

I can meet you, if you don’t feel like waiting.

[twelveoclock]

[ He shrugs. ] Ain’t like I got anywhere to be right now. Go ahead. I’ll hang out.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He offers a quick, “Suit yourself,” as he heads into the dark space of the Milano. Even with repairs half completed, with a few panels removed to expose the Milano’s guts, Peter maneuvers through with a surprising amount of grace. Apparently he’s used to bumbling around in the dark.

(There is, nevertheless, a brief clang and a murmured, “Fuck balls,” but little happens after that.)

A few minutes later, and Peter returns with his blasters, having changed out of his pajamas, though he’s still dressed down. He hops down from the small step, and the doors shut behind him with a quiet hiss. ]

Alright, I’m good.

[twelveoclock]

[ McCree waits outside, content to let Peter take his time. Like he said, he's got nowhere to be, and he keeps himself entertained by doing fancy but useless shit with his gun.

When Peter emerges, he gives Peacekeeper one final twirl before holstering it. ]

Didn't wanna go shootin' in your PJs?

[nostalgiabomb]

I was feeling underdressed, and I didn’t wanna embarrass you on your date with your girlfriend. [ This, punctuated by a wave toward McCree’s holstered pistol. ]

[twelveoclock]

[ Have another it what is probably going to be a very long line of flat looks directed at Peter ]

I recall tellin' you ta wait your turn.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ The gesture turns into a dismissive wave. ]

You're gonna learn pretty quick that I'm impatient and that I have an extremely fluid relationship with rules.

[twelveoclock]

[ That draws a laugh out of him, whatever air of annoyance he had been going for earlier practically forgotten. ]

I knew we got along for a reason.

[nostalgiabomb]

You mean aside from the fact that I'm charming and roguish and just a treat to be around?

[twelveoclock]

I thought all that went without sayin'.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He shrugs, hands in his pockets. ]

It never hurts to offer a gentle reminder every once in a while.

[twelveoclock]

Well, thank ya kindly.

[ He tips his hat at Peter before moseying his way back out of the hangar and around to the opposite side of the base, far enough away from where everyone else is presumably sleeping so as not to disturb them. Silhouetted against the sky are the dilapidated remains of what probably once was a wall between the base and the drop into the ocean. McCree’s been storing the empty beer bottles from he and Quill’s little drinking sessions out here in an old crate for shooting practice. It’s not elegant by any means, but “elegant” and “Jesse McCree” are typically antonyms anyway.

He fishes four bottles from the crate and lines them up on the wall. ]

I gotta admit, I’m kinda curious if those guns ‘a yours can do anything else.