fxllenwilson

[fxllenwilson]

You just ran into the wall. It's time to lie down.

Sleep Starters - Accepting @kryptonianclone

"I feel like shoulder checking the wall is slightly different than running into it." Maybe not by much, but enough that it deserved the distinction. "And I'm in a mask, who says it doesn't hinder peripheral vision?" Probably most heroes who had the annoyance of fighting him.

"This how Melvin feels all the time? No wonder she's so touchy. And since when are you in Jump City?"

[fxllenwilson]

You have bags, and I'm not talking about the Gucci kind.

Sleep Starters - Accepting @dementedspeedster

"Apparently these are more my style." Not particularly by choice, but maybe by some less than healthy coping mechanisms. But since when did Wilsons use those anyway? "I took on a couple extra jobs, it's not that bad. I'll catch up soon."

[fxllenwilson]

Lack of Sleep Starters!

pronouns and context can be changed as you see fit.

When was the last time you actually got some rest?

Alright, that's it. You're going to bed, and I'm not taking no for an answer.

Look at you! You're spilling coffee.

You have bags, and I'm not talking about the Gucci kind.

Jesus, have you been awake the entire night?

It's 4am. You need sleep.

You're safe here. You can rest now.

I promise, I'm fine. I just look tired a lot, thanks to... the tiredness.

Look, I'm okay! I've pulled all nighters before.

This isn't the first time I've gone without sleep.

I'll carry you to bed if I have to.

Do I need to baby you?

Huh? What? I'm awake, I swear!

You just ran into the wall. It's time to lie down.

Go. To. Bed. That's an order.

I made a nest for you. You can sleep in that, if you want.

Can I get an extra pillow / blanket?

Want me to tuck you in, too?

I'll check in on you in an hour. You'd better not have moved.

[fxllenwilson]

in another universe, i’m dead.

and in this one i pretend that doesn’t comfort me

[fxllenwilson]

//It's the little things bc i'm throwing grant under THE BUS

Little things (aka let rosie get up in her feels about your muses) // Accepting @fxllenwilson *rubbing my little hands together*

Oh, you reckless thing. Even Death couldn't take that part from you. You know very well that you're not invincible. No matter how much you act like it. And maybe it's so fitting you found freedom in a suit so volatile. Letting you be reckless even when you feel armored. And the suit does make you feel armored. Giving you a whole new mask of confidence. So it can hide the scared teen who made too many mistakes.

It wasn't all your fault. What was supposed to happen when you take a little boy and raise him for war? What happens when the only way to really get your parents affection is through an embracement of violence? Well, you end up idolizing violent folks who lead you to road you can't change. And commiserate with Thad about Daddy Issues all you might, but we know better. You're scarred from both sides.

You try so hard to act like you don't care. All while doing the things in the shadow that would imply otherwise. Checking up, hiding bits of harm, making new friends along the way. You are allowed to change, you know. It's not easy to find a way to rebuild bridges, but that doesn't mean it's impossible. You don't have to be the same boy who died. You don't have to throw your caution to the wind because you feel unworthy of care.

Or maybe it's the underlying urge that you believe you shouldn't be back that really drives that lack of caution. And don't act like we're wrong. Death Wish is a term that applies, no matter how much you may deny it. You're allowed to figure out how to live again.

-<3 Dee & Nina

[fxllenwilson]

"What happens when the only way to really get your parents affection is through an embracement of violence?"

//i'm on the ground. fucking obliterated. pack up folks, it's all over.

[fxllenwilson]

Happy annual Fuck Father's Day

[fxllenwilson]

*not worried. nope*

Thad @ Q&E just breaking everyone:

How do they do that???

[fxllenwilson]

>We're not there yet. Go back to sleep.< from @gntlesoull

Unconscious meme // No longer accepting

Panic mostly subsided at the familiar moving. He misses a word here and there in the bleary blinking of it all, but it's enough to get the jist from Joey. Shit fucking hurts.

"I'd really prefer to not," he grumbled. Staying awake was preferable to dreams of burning up again. It didn't seem like a battle he'd win though. Surrendering to the fate, he inched closer to the blonde and closed his eyes again.

"Don't draw on my face. And don't let me forget to tell you about the mess later. I swear it was worth the risk."

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"Grant. Grant. Grant." Thad repeatedly pokes at Grant's cheek excitedly, "Lets go out, get some drinks, and do something stupid and fun."

@dementedspeedster

"The phrase 'get drinks' only really applies to one of us," he laughs, batting away the prodding finger. "You drink and it doesn't do anything. When are Q and E gonna fix that?" They were smart, they had to have a way to get a speedster drunk. Still, he grabbed his jacket.

"What're you thinking?" He's in.

[fxllenwilson]

"........10%, max. Sometimes more only because she breaks out on stupid adventures." And yeah, he's an asshole, but he can't just ignore her wandering Jump.

#Thad typing in the thing about Melvin: Why do I feel like I'm coparenting with Grant Wilson of all people???

it's like 5% babysitting, not parenting- that's the Titans job and they're bad at it

[fxllenwilson]

#Thad typing in the thing about Melvin: Why do I feel like I'm coparenting with Grant Wilson of all people???

it's like 5% babysitting, not parenting- that's the Titans job and they're bad at it

[fxllenwilson]

"I just fucking hate telling them they're right." They might not be as narcissistic as their boss, but goddamn if their egos didn't need the boost of admitting they were spot-on with his reckless ass.

Grant gratefully accepted the water and drugs. Thad was an absolute real one. Thank fuck. After a cursory look over himself for any shrapnel, it was looking like the shockwave was the worst of it. As soon as the healing factor took care of what was undoubtedly a concussion hopefully the splitting headache would dip.

"It's a semi-complicated story involving looking into something with Searchers and inadvertently pissing off a hotel manager. And I recognize that doesn't sound like much- it is for this one." Spies and their goddamn secrets. Whoever trapped the door was a pretty good explosives person, but that meant looking into more pros. Which probably meant going back to said hotel eventually. With a better plan, and less flash. Spies see, spies do- or something like that.

"Fucking espionage runs on invisible rules. And few places enforce them as heavily as neutral lands. Next time, I'm going without the suit I prefer. Wanna tag along? Can tell you all the spy stuff I absorbed via osmosis. Could probably gain you jobs if you want a richer kind of breed." Otherwise I'd just be nice to have the backup and company.

@fxllenwilson || Continued from here.

Thad chuckles at Grant. The guy only just woke up and he was full of attitude. Though Thad wouldn't take his friend any other way, and if he hadn't been then that would have been his first sign that something was terribly wrong with Grant.

He snickers under his breath.

"Oh, you absolutely do. I wouldn't have had a clue where to start searching for you if they hadn't sent the coordinates my way." Thad says as he zips about his apartment and back to Grant with a glass of cold water for him and his med kit. Sitting down opposite of Grant he fishes something out for his headache and hands it to him.

"Sounds like that fifty bucks is more than well deserved considering they're really the ones who saved your ass in this situation."

"Oh." Thad glances at his phone, "I'd say two-three hours at least. You really got yourself into some trouble this time didn't you?"

[fxllenwilson]

"How'd you sleep?"

'you were asleep/unconscious/comatose' prompts // Accepting @dementedspeedster

"Like being dead was more restful. My head fucking kills. You got drugs around here?" Thad was a good sign. Thad's familiar place, also good sign. Little fuzzy on the getting here. Vague memory of a big boom followed by the unforgettable bone rattling of the aftershock. Lucky the suit didn't go too. Something's there about reaching to press at his wrist as the world was fading out. Grant fidgeted with the twine bracelet on him. The green circle pendant in it's center flashing a black dot.

"I think I owe Q&E some drinks next time I'm in Gotham. They made the SOS bracelet." Something about his reckless ass having friends and using them they'd said. "Tragically, I also owe them fifty bucks." He hated when they were right but damn if they didn't know when to make the right bets. Too bad this one was on his ass getting into something too deep.

"How long have I been here?"

[fxllenwilson]

"Relax. Nothing happened." (pls ignore the bedazzler. it's not important)

'you were asleep/unconscious/comatose' prompts // Accepting @deborahmorgna

"I trust that about as much as I trust Melvin to not have eaten all the cookies." It's a trap. Deb's chaotic baseline rivaled that of most Gothamites. Which was as impressive as it was slightly terrifying.

[fxllenwilson]

"You absolute fucking idiot." (jinx, probably)

'you were asleep/unconscious/comatose' prompts // Accepting @chooseyourfxghter

"You're so charming, Jinxie," he croaked. Groaning a bit as he slowly sat up. Fuck. Talk about a bad night. This shit hurt. Healing factor be damned, pain meds sounded fucking great. If there was enough juice in the suit to get to a place with that sort of thing.

"You been around long?" He was gonna get up, but actually, after wincing mid-try, maybe sitting a minute was good. "Tell me your teammates aren't lurking around. I don't think I can take another L tonight."

[fxllenwilson]

'you were asleep/unconscious/comatose' prompts

"So, you're finally awake."

"Good of you to join us."

"They don't know you're awake yet. Stay down."

"Oh my god. [Name]? Hi, [name]?"

"Get up. Now."

"I'm not leaving you here. GET UP."

"Hi. How are you feeling?"

"Sleep okay?"

"You know there are, like, actual beds here. You didn't have to take the floor."

"Relax. Nothing happened."

"Thirsty?"

"Can you hear me?"

"How'd you sleep?"

"You absolute fucking idiot."

"How could you be so stupid?"

"You were pretty out of it."

"Relax. We're safe here."

"We're not there yet. Go back to sleep."

"We're about halfway."

"You're on next watch."

"Up and at 'em. We have activity."

"You wanted me to wake you if [x], right? Well, [x]."