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[ezraholmes]

Maniac

‘You just went too far, wrecked your car, call me crying in the dark. Now your breaking my heart. I show up at your place, right away, wipe the tear drops of your face, while you begged me too stay.’

This with jschlatt

angst to fluff ig

words: 750

warnings: mention of car crash. (I think thats it lmk if I missed anything)

not edited

Nothing. Again I twisted the keys and felt my heart drop when Nothing happened. I sat defeated in the drivers seat, a silent tear snaking its way down my cheek as the reality of the situation set in. 

       Wallowing in self pity I climbed out the car to asses the damage. I rounded the front of the car and once again felt my heart sink as I saw the front bumper hanging off and lights broken. I felt myself sink down on the side of the road, a street light down the road dimly illuminating my shit show of a day.  I sat there numb to the cascades of salty tears streaking my face, I could just sit here and wait for the sun to come up. A rustle in the bushes jolted me harshly back to reality and I clutched my knees to my chest, eyes desperately searching the bushes for the perpetrator. Fear started to set in and I pulled out my phone, calling the only person I knew would be up. 

        It wrung for a few seconds before a gruff voice answered. 

“What do you want, I was filming” Taken aback by the harshness of his tone I let out a short breath, struggling to compose my self.  “What happened?” There was a bit more human to his tone, possibly sensing something was wrong by my inconsistent breathing. I opened my mouth to speak only to let out a scared whimper as tears clouded my vision. “Send me your location, what happened?” fingers shaking I sent him my location and managed to get myself together enough to form a coherent sentence. “Crashed, into a lamppost, car wont start and, and” once again the reality of being stranded at stupid o’clock closed in on me and I started to hyperventilate. 

“Deep breaths, im on my way” 

What felt like hours later a porche 911 turned into the dimly lit road and stopped just behind my wrecked car, I tried to wipe the tears from my cheeks only to realise they where sill flowing. The door of the car opened and he stepped out into the cold night, yankees cap situated on his head as always. He made his way over to my hunched figure and bent down in front of me, when he was at eye hight he reached his hands out, cupping my face. “S’ok, your fine now” his fingers moved, wiping the tears from my face as he looked at me, sadness deep in his eyes. He looked away, sighing slightly and removing his jacket. Standing up and draping it over my shoulders, then offering me a hand up. “We’re near your place, ill drive you, we can sort this in the morning” I nodded taking his hand, he pulled me up to my feet and guided me to his car. I got In and buckled myself in as he made his way round to the drivers side. We sat in a comfortable silence as he drove, I looked out the window, making out familiar landmarks in the dark as we got closer to my house. 

          Eventually he turned into my driveway, cutting of the engine and getting out the car, I did the same, the motion light by my door flickered on and we walked up to my door, I took out my keys and opened the front door, switching on the light in the hall way and holding the door open for schlatt. He shut the door behind himself and we walked through my house into the kitchen, he pointed to one of the stools for me to sit down. I perched on the edge as he turned on the light and made his way over to me. “You get hurt?” He asked gently, obviously referring to me crashing. “No” I half whispered, conscious of the time and knowing what my neighbors where like. Despite my answer he checked me over and grabbed me a glass of water, I drank it while he sent a few messages. I was still shaken, and the idea of being alone in the house troubled me. “Jay?” He hummed in response. “Can you stay?” He let out a small laugh and nodded. After a few more seconds of silence I set down the glass on the side and I hopped of the stall, he put his hand on the small of my back, his large figure following mine to my room. The idea of the warm blankets and his warmer side a welcome thought after the events of the last few hours. 

[ezraholmes]

thinking about how in the latest chuckle episode tucker asked ted if he would buy his wife a ring with a big diamond and ted saying it depends what they want

sitting in the sofa with him, both your eyes on the tv as an episode of the simpsons played. Ted leaning forward and pausing the tv, turning to you.

‘what kinda ring would ya like, bug?’

him watching as your eyes lit up, as you figured out his intentions with a ring.

‘you mean? Like, you want to get married?’

he nodded

‘couldn’t see it any other way myself, not proposing yet, just wanna know your thoughts’

your head nodding at rapid speeds, feeling giddy at the idea of spending the rest of your life with ted.

Then they got married and lived happily ever after, the end

Just some silly thoughts I had, anyways chapter 1 of ‘a pirates life for us’ is almost complete!!!

read the prologue here :)

[ezraholmes]

pirate!schlatt x crew!nurse!reader

chapter 1

yipeee wrote a chapter, this is mainly charcater introduction but idk more interesting than just that I hope!

if you haven’t already read the prologue here

word count : 1k ish

cw: mention of injury, mention of death

8 years later, you find yourself still on board the mighty ship you boarded all those years ago. You had grown and matured with the ship that now sported a fair few scratches and missed a plank or too up on deck. The important bit was that you made it, and no longer concealed, you were a pirate! Or as close to being one as a woman could get, you were resident doctor on board the chuckler, a small room beneath deck filled with makeshift beds and vials of medicinal potions; the room was yours, although many a day you spent sharing with unwell pirates. You sat on the edge of one of the crates that formed a bed. Applying some concoction of Caribbean amenities onto a nasty wound upon the boatswains right foot. A wedge of golden light enlarged as the decrepit door of the dimly lit room was pushed further open. Your eyes stayed on your patient, having learned your lesson after a few unfortunate incidents. A humm left your lips, your way of enquiring to your mystery guest. Your question was answered by a firm hand on your shoulder, followed by Schlatt's gruff voice: ‘You almost done?’ Slicing through the mild silence as if with a knife, his violent demeanour was ever present. ‘Yeah. Just let me dress the wound,’ you replied, your voice soft as ever. You reached for the bandage from the crate to your left. Gently stretch it out before wrapping it several times around the foot before you. You could feel Schlatt's eyes on you, him observing how tender and careful you were with every movement. His eyes were following you as if you were the brightest thing in the room, as if you cast everything else into shadow. You slit the end of the bandage and fastened it tight before helping the boatswain to his feet and assisting him out the door. You waved him out of the room and closed the door behind him, turning then to light the candle sitting by your bed. Sitting down next to your newly lit candle, legs dangling from the side of your raised bed, sheets crinkled and faded from years of use. Only then did you look st schlatt, giving him your full attention. He looked down at you, seemingly taking his time choosing his words but in truth admiring the sparkle in your eye and the way you looked at him as if you were equals. As if he wasn’t a cutthroat pirate and you weren’t a well-informed medic. ‘Captain thinks there's a ship up ahead, he says, briefing in 10’ It saddened you the way he referred to his own father with such formality. A ship up ahead meant a raid, you sighed. As much as you enjoyed the pirate life, you knew how Schlatt would throw himself into battles. He would fight to the end. Thankfully, that ‘end’ hadn’t yet been his end. You and Schlatt had grown even closer over your years at sea, a combination of your already-formed bond and the fact that everyone else on the ship was a good few years older, well into their 30’s. He knew how much you despised the wholeheartedness he applied to battle; he knew you spent their time at battle sitting worriedly on your bunk waiting, hoping for his return. This was probably the only reason he hadn’t yet come a cropper. Saving himself for you. He was the only reason you joined this ruddy ship, and he wouldn’t leave you here alone. 

Minutes later, Schlatt broke the silence that had overcome the both of you. ‘We better go,’ he offered you a hand, and he helped lever you out of your bed. Your hands lingered in each other's grasp a little longer than anticipated before falling back to their owners sides. He followed you out of the room, unbeknownst to you, his hand hovering just off the small of your back as you made your way up the ship's rickety stairs and up onto the top deck. The fresh sea air is a relief to your lungs after the damp, smelly interior or the ocean vessel. You let Schlatt take the lead, and you followed him to the gathering of men around the helm of the ship. A man you knew as Zame passed schlatt a tankard of rum, watching you almost judgingly as you seated yourself atop an empty barrel. Schlatt stood himself behind you, a protective hand on your shoulder. Being the only female on a ship of middle-aged men led to more than your fair share of sexual advances, and Schlatt knew how much you disliked the attention. He acted as somewhat of a guardian angel with the way he shot angry glares at anyone looking your way, even a little too long. The captain stood on the raised platform of the ships wheel and explained the vague plan. Himself Schlatt and Gart were to be the front line of attack, and so on and so forth. Our pirates were skilled, usually taking our whole ship with only one or two casualties and very rarely fatalities; as far as you were aware, your ship was known ocean wide. Yet still, before any raid or attack, there were the nerves bouncing around your head and making light in your stomach. The uneasy feeling knowing the possibility of schlatts demise. In your head, you were friends, but you’d been devoid of social norms for the last 8 years, not having seen the proper functions of love interests and feelings. Not being taught the difference and how friends acted. Schlatt was always touchy with you, feeling the need to always have some part of himself connected to you when in your general vicinity, and vice versa. You hadn’t yet realised the strength of your relationship, and yet with every clash of swords, you feared the end of it.

You could see the other ship drawing nearer, and with a soft exchange of words, you were sent back to your room to cross your fingers and wait for your friends return. 

<-previous part ||

Ummm yipeee, I have an idea for plot so just hold tight :)

kinda new to posting on here so lmk if you enjoyed this by rebloging or wtv 🫶

taglist: @azzypzazzy (just ask to be added or removed)

[ezraholmes]

kiss?

not really sure what this is, was kinda tryna get my brain i to gear to finish something else and I wrote this?

ted x reader

200 words

2 am

Laptop propped open on your knee, the title screen rolling in, eyes half closed, silent tears rolling down from your tired eyes. A hand on your shoulder, turning you to face him properly. A hand on your cheek wiping away the tears. ‘Its just a movie hun’ that was new. This was new. Teds body wedged up against yours, teds hand on your knee. Ted. Thoughts simmered bubbled and died down, never emerging fully formed, no marvellous concoction of imagination, no proper sentences. Like a fog had descended, a cloudy haze of tired thoughts. Something words, something thoughts? Eyes slipping closed and fluttering back alive. Lips? Soft lips pressed against your own, mumblings. Sleep. 

Light, eyes fluttering back to life, the cloud lifting. Blue skies and morning breeze. Until he stood up, weight off the mattress, half awake shuffling for the door. ‘Got recording, laters.’ 

Alone, sky still blue but heart heavy. What did it mean. Did it mean. The memory of your lips together strong enough not to be confused for sleep. Was it just that. Lips together. Nothing more than tired confusion on his part.  It felt like more, you longed it to be more. 

[ezraholmes]

pirate!schlatt x crew!nurse!reader

prologue

welcome to the beginning of whatever this turns out to be!! I have plans, weather I complete them only time will tell.

this part is a bit of background, its set when both characters are younger, around 14 in my head.

word count: 639

cw: mention of injury, twink schlatt ig?

You are obliged to let me know if you find mistakes :)

“Mind yer head” a voice called from atop a stack of barrels, you ducked as a mast swung round, narrowly missing you. The hubbub of the dock surrounded you, nose filled with the salty smell of the ocean and the sweet yet pungent smell of rum waiting to be loaded onto the awaiting ships. The hustle and bustle of the people going about their business in contrast with the seemingly quiet expanse of the ramshackle housing the island offered, the early morning sun just starting to cast its rays upon the rooftops.  Carefully navigating the gangplanks and boardwalks you made it over to where a young boy was perched, legs dangling above the golden cast water, light brown hair cut short to avoid distractions, swooped to one side with copious amounts of macassar oil, brown eyes glinting in the light as he gazed out at the ever lapping waves. You joined him, carefully positioning yourself to avoid falling into the salty abyss below. He turned, giving you a once over with his eyes, acknowledging the tight corset that hugged your figure tighter than you would like and the voluminous skirt that your housemaids helped you put on before you left this morning. He gave you a friendly nod and turned back to the ocean, clearly troubled by something outside the usual. ‘Jay?’ the tone in your voice made it clear to him that you read right through him. He was your only friend on this lonely island and you his. Jonathan Schlatt, the boy who came investigating the new addition to the village, found you sitting on the side as all your belongings were unloaded off of your father's ship, watching quietly as they dropped your heavy boxes and scrambled your book collections. He sat by you, he showed you around the village, he taught you the basics of sword combat, he showed you excitedly when his father allowed him his first pistol, he was your friend, you could tell when something was up. ‘My father is setting sail again.’ Captain Schlatt, a formidable pirate forced into retirement by a horrific injury, now boasts a nasty scar across his face and a wooden leg. Your face clearly showed how surprised you were as Jonathan expanded further. ‘He spoke to your father and he thinks my dads recovered enough to be considered ocean-worthy. He took the news and immediately gathered together a crew, we set sail this afternoon.’ you took a second to process what he said then turned to face him, ‘we? You're leaving?’ he didn't want to have to tell you, he didn't want to say goodbye. He nodded sadly, avoiding eye contact and focusing instead on the bit of driftwood that floated beneath the makeshift pier. You would rather go with him than try to survive the pirate town without your friend, risking the perils of the sea instead of countless days spent alone. Just the thought of life continuing without Jonathan was enough to set your mind. ‘I'm coming with you, I will sneak on board once we are far enough away that they're not gonna bother taking me back, I'm learning medicine. I could be helpful.’ the string of words left your mouth so quickly you were surprised your friend even managed to keep up. He wanted it to work, you wanted it to work. Maybe the determination of a child is all you need to make it work.

That may be what led to a few hours later being concealed within a barrel beneath the deck, surrounded by the few items you could fit with you in your tight spot. You could hear the commotion up on deck as the crew worked to depart the docks, the occasional yell of goodbye of family being left behind. Now you suppose you wait to be found.

Ty for reading the prologue, I hope yall are just as excited as I am!!!!! Please reblog anf leave comments letting me know your thoughts so I can gage more opinions on my work and the story so far!!!

[ezraholmes]

please please please ted nivison x male or transmale reader 🥹

tysm for the ask 😋 chose to do this as ted with a trans male reader because im trans masc :)

•If you haven’t had top surgery this man is   the absolute boss of binder breaks!! Deffo keeps track of when you have been putting it on and reminds you when it gets close to the 6 hours.

•When you aren’t binding you live in teds hoodies and sweaters. And Ted loves it, he will leave his sweaters all over the place for you to claim and hide within. 

•Will insist you record T voice updates every month!! He backs this shit up and stores it on a hard drive. 

•If you are having a bad dysphoria day he will sit you down and watch back the oldest of your T progress videos, grins a little at you visibly un hunching your shoulders as you appreciate how much more masculine you have grown since starting T. 

•He would honestly be your biggest supporter, doing extensive research on different healthcare options for trans folk and how to help with dysphoria and side effects of your gender affirming medication. 

•Seeing as you hadn’t grown up male Ted takes great pleasure in showing/teaching you things you had missed out on. Him sitting with you teaching you how to tie a tie. Inviting you to boys fishing trips of golf sessions, taking great pride in teaching you how to hold the club or cast a line. Things his father had taught him when he was a boy. 

•Definitely adds a trans emote to his twitch, just subtle things like that to put a smile on your face and show his support for you. He also definitely joins in on fundraisers for trans youth and always puts links in the description of his videos. 

•If you have had top surgery Ted would remind you to apply the cream provided to the scars and would always go pick up the necessary medication for you. 

•I feel like he wouldn’t be one to make a big fuss at some one miss gendering you, but!! 

‘Oh yeah she-“

“He” ted would but in, not in a rude way but he would stand his ground and is fully ready to defend your honour. 

•If you were introduced to his audience he wouldn’t make a big thing of you being trans. It would go unmentioned until specifically asked, he wouldn’t avoid it as he is incredibly proud of you but knows you would rather it wasn’t all you were known for. 

So sorry if this is shit I haven't written in a while…. (Like 3 months help)

ummm anyways while I have some motivation if people want to send me requests I am working through them 🫡

[ezraholmes]

found this in my notes app from a few months ago and thought it was worth posting!!

(sorry if its shit)

James marriott x reader

fluff but angst if you squint?

warnings: nothing (lmk if I missed anything)

words: not many

James sat at his desk editing as you walked into his office. “Pookie?” He turned in his chair, you having got his attention. “You want a drink” you asked, hovering in the doorway, ready to go get him something. “Please” he said in response, you left the room grabbing two cans of coke from the kitchen and returning moments later, placing one on his desk and cracking the other open and taking a swig of it yourself, he mumbled out a thank, absorbed in his work. You sunk down onto the couch in his office, pulling out you phone and beginning the scroll through twitter. Your eyes stopping on one of your boyfriends posts. 

“James?” You spoke up, worry etched into your face. He turned quickly in his chair, his whole body facing you, giving you his whole attention as he could pretty much taste the worry radiating off of you. “Whats wrong?” He sounded genuine, he was genuine. “You tweeted asking people to stop calling you pookie. I can stop” he let out a little chuckle at this, which confused you, had you missed something. “Its not you. Not at all, the oposite really” you let out a breath you didn’t know you where holding. He explained himself further. “Fans keep jokingly calling me pookie, its our thing so I asked them to stop.” He cupped your face with one hand,  looking into your eyes. “i didnt mean to worry you dear”  you laughed a little “so i can still call you pookie” you said giggling softly. “Of course you can my love” he said planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Love you (y/n)” he said noses touching each others looking into each others eye’s lovingly “love you too pookie” 

[ezraholmes]

sorry for the lack of content I have been feeding you lot lately!! Went on holiday then to a music festival and now im back at uni 😔

knowing me though I will now end up pumping some writing out at times I should be doing other things but at least you lot got fed!!

Please send any requests through my ask box, I will do my best to get to them!!!