crew uniform

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Relaxing off the clock, cause not everything in these two’s lives is about their janitorial jobs.

Seafaring: Crew

A captain cannot run a ship on their own!

Race (roll 1d6):

  1. Humans, elves, and other common races
  2. Orcs, goblins, and other hated creatures
  3. Tiefling, drow, and other mistrusted people
  4. Dwarves, halfling, and other stout folk
  5. Dragonborn, gnomes, and other uncommon people
  6. A great mishmash of races

Attitude (roll 1d6):

  1. Cliquey, divided
  2. Brutal, prone to brawling at the slightest provocation
  3. Cheerful and supportive
  4. Highly regimented and disciplined
  5. A chaotic, homogenous, and single-minded rabble
  6. A lazy, undisciplined heap of bodies

Feature (roll 1d6):

  1. They all wear a uniform
  2. All crew members are skillful at boarding ships
  3. Everyone is middle aged or older
  4. Many crew members keep pets
  5. The crew is divided evenly among genders
  6. The crew is vitamin c deficient

Song (roll 1d6):

  1. A cheerful shanty
  2. A mournful lament
  3. A bawdy tune
  4. A surging battle chant
  5. A penitent hymn
  6. A whistled call and response

Notable member (roll 1d6):

  1. A Secret-Keeper who can track down any scrap of truth
  2. The Cook who can cure what ails you
  3. The Little One who knows all there is to know about surviving
  4. An Old Hand who can tell tales no one else remembers
  5. A Shackled Prisoner who will pay any price for freedom
  6. A straight-up, honest to god Bear

A continuation of a series

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Manly Monday Men…

Rowers And Oarsmen Ragin’!

Sexy As Hell, Baby!

Landslide: Part Four (ending)

                                            SUMMARY:

Dayton White (Logan Lucky) x Reader

When a tragic accident happens in the heart of your hometown - you’re forced to go back to the countryside you’d sworn to forget. In the midst of your world turning upside down you find yourself in a state of panic when the familiar face returns in your life, Dayton White. From the time you were young he was labeled in your mind as the man who got under your skin, with the past brimming to the surface - will you be able to fight off the landslide of love?

Word count: 5,279 (long I know…hahahah)

Notes: Cursing, Tension, SO. MUCH. FLUFF.

Let me know what you think! :) 

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Take it Easy - Star Trek

“I LOVED YOUR DOCTOR BASHIR STORY!!! Could you possibly do one of Doctor McCoy where the reader gets hurt and he cares for her? It can be fluffy but it doesn’t have to be!”

‘Ow ow ow ow ow ow’ droned on repeat through your head as you rolled over on the floor. Alarms were going off and you could hear quiet moans from the others who had been in the lab. The explosion had cut through the power system and the room was dark. Faint yellow emergency lights shone through the smoke and dust.

At least there were no flames you thought to yourself. You tried to sit up when a searing pain shot through your lower body. Gasping, you fell back as your hands snapped to your thigh, where they were met with a warm and oozing wetness.

And pain. Lots of pain.

Your communicator chirped. With wet and shaky hands you flipped it open”

“Y/L/N here.”

“Is everything ok down there? Our computers detected an energy spike.” The Captains familiar voice emanated from the small device.

“Energy spike doesn’t quite cover it Captain. We could use an emergency medical team down here.”

A pause.

“Casualties?”

“Im not sure. It’s pretty dark and I am…not mobile.”

“Are you ok?” the Captain asked

“Uh…no, but there appear to be some worse off down here.” You said as you glanced around through the now clearing smoke. Black dots started to appear in your vision as you began to feel increasingly sleepy. You didn’t notice the communicator slip out of your hand as you started to drift off.

In orbit, Leonard McCoy was standing on the bridge when he heard “Emergency medical.” He bolted for the turbolift. He used the intercom in the lift to instruct his team to bring medical kits and supplies to the transporter room. When he stepped off the lift, several more crew members in blue uniforms rounded a corner in the hallway to meet him.

“Situation?” One of the asked, handing a med kit out to him.

“Some sort of explosion. Prep for burns and shrapnel damage.” He grabbed the kit and stepped onto the pad. His worries as a Doctor were going crazy, but his worry for you specifically was causing the slight shake of his normally steady hands.

“Energize.” And less than a second later he appeared in the smoky ruin of the alien lab on the planet below. Right away he could see the two Starfleet scientists who were on your landing team, as well as several scientists from the alien colony you were assisting. McCoy motioned his team towards them.

He moved around the room, looking for you. His face barely hid the rising panic he felt. He took a step over a fallen column and spotted you on the floor. His stomach sank and his heart threatened to beat out of his chest as he dashed to the floor beside you, fingers heading straight for your neck to check for a pulse.

Your eyes fluttered open at his touch.

“Thank God” McCoy let out the breath he had been holding.

“Mmm Leonard.” Your speech was slurred and heavily groggy.

He started to scan you with his tricorder.

“Help…Help my team first” You tried to raise a hand to push him away, but found yourself unable to move.

“Like hell.” He mumbled as he pulled some sort of device out of his kit and moved it over the gash in your thigh. His panic returned as your eyes drooped shut once more and your head slumped to the side.

“Hey. HEY. Don’t you fall asleep on me Y/N!” He shook your arm, still holding the device over your leg. No response. “Dammit! Dammit!”

He whipped out his communicator “Enterprise! Two to beam directly to the medical bay.” He spoke into the little box. “COOLIDGE YOU’RE IN CHARGE DOWN HERE.” He yelled into the smoke filled room.

Moments later he was lifting you onto a surgical table and calling for nurses to bring him various things. As your pulse continued to drop, his level of panic rose. Shaking and feeling sick to his very core, he moved various machines into positions around your leg. A nurse gently tugged off your boots and uniform pants revealing an enormous gash cutting deep into your left thigh. His heart sank even further. You were losing way too much blood way too fast.

“Lets stop this bleeding!” He yelled to the room. A nurse appeared at his side with the required tools and he set to work, sending silent prayers to every deity he had even heard of.

Hours later, your eyes once again fluttered open. Listening, you could hear the familiar beeps of the medical bay. Feeling a pressure on your right side you lifted your head to find Leonard sitting next to your bed, his upper body slumped against your side. His sleeves were pushed up to his elbows and his fingers were wrapped tightly around yours.

“Hey.” You said, and wiggled your fingers against his.

His head snapped up and he looked at you with wide eyes before letting out a long breath.

“Don’t you ever do that again!” he spoke softly and moved to sit on the bed beside you. He brought a hand up to your face, brushing his fingers over your cheek.

“Do what?”

“Scare me like that. God Y/N, Ive never been so scared in my life. And I was once cornered by a Telethian Scissor-Beast.”

“Is my team ok?” you pressed.

“A few burns. A couple heavy shrapnel wounds like yours, but everyone is pulling through.”

You smiled and lowered you head back to the bed before a puzzled look came over your face and you sat up.

“The compressor must have receiving more power than we realized. I need to get back down there.” You mumbled and started to pull the thin hospital blanket from your legs.

Leonard stood and gently pushed you back down on the bed.

“Take it easy gorgeous. You can go back down there when I say you can.”

You shot him an exasperated look.

“Doctors orders. Besides. I don’t think I am physically able to let you out of my sight for a little while” He reached for your hand. You noticed the slight shake in his arm as he sat back down on the bed. Realizing just how scared he must have been you nodded.

“Fine.”

He bent over to kiss your forehead, soliciting giggles from several nearby nurses.

“You’re going to be the death of me you know.” He mumbled against your hairline.

“Mmmmm” You murmured as you closed your eyes. Leonard began tracing circles into your palms with your thumbs as your mind drifted off to more calculations about the explosions. In the back of your mind though, you were silently grateful for the love of your protective sweet talking doctor.

White Light on a Black Sea Chapter XXIX.

Two years later, I’m back.  I’ll eventually post something longer about my hiatus, but for now, I’m honestly just happy to finally have the next portion finished.  I owe a massive thank you to anyone who wrote to me, reviewed, or read this, because every time I wanted to give up, your kind words reminded me that it was worth another try.  I also have to specifically thank @krustybunny, @wordsmith-storyweaver, @marriedkillianjones and @holdingoutforapiratehero. I love you all, and your support means more to me than you’ll ever know. 

Available on ff.net and Ao3 for those who prefer to read it there.

XXIX.

Hook crept through the various rows of cargo that littered the shadowy docks as silently as he could, listening to the sounds of Ed’s wrath fade with the waves as he neared the anonymity of the city’s streets. With a new coat of paint and a uniformed crew, the Jolly had passed for a Leinster naval ship without much difficulty, but it was his quartermaster’s performance that really solidified the illusion. Ed was cantankerous even on his best days; the role of exasperated navy captain with little patience for the bumblings of an inexperienced young harbor guard was one the old sailor was born to play. Hook had to stifle a chuckle when he thought of the poor lad’s blanched face and stuttered apologies as Ed ranted about protocol and falling standards. Sneaking off the ship had been downright simple thanks to Ed. He’d have to remember to buy the man a drink. Or five.

Thanks to information gathered during their assault on the Lady Victoria, they’d been able to plan their arrival and departure for maximum success. His crew had timed their approach to Leinster’s port nearly perfectly, arriving just before midnight and, as such, right before the exhausted guards were scheduled to end their shift. There was little chance their subterfuge would be discovered before the harbor master arrived the next morning, and Killian had every intention of leaving these shores with his beloved princess long before that could happen.

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Connor murphy as a crew boi
  • if anyone does crew, you will get this. and if u don't look it up
  • - Connor started crew bc during a fancy dinner party with his parents someone said 'hey, you kid looks like a good crew rower',,, and thus it started
  • - at first he thinks he's all bad and thinks he will suck, but surprisingly he doesn't.
  • - he's really tall so it's easy for him to take long strokes so after one season of doing it he's bumped up to varsity.
  • - let me tell you, all of the coxswains l o v e this man
  • - they look up to him in both ways, literal and mentally
  • - he started a natural and wow lOOK AT THOSE STROKES
  • - also, all of the girls love Connor, they love his hair and braiding it.
  • - Connor also love crew, it gives him propose, it makes him not feel like a freak. he doesn't feel like an outsider anymore
  • - also because he rows for a boathouse (which is with other schools) no one has literally ever heard of him, so firsts impressions are now 'hey your the best male rower on the team?' instead of 'hey your the one who threw a printer at a teacher in second grade?'
  • - ((also gives him a hOT C R E W. B O D Y))
  • - his parents love watching him race, and his sister even comes along. After 1 year of rowing she doesn't even ask or is forced too. It's a family weekly tradition to all go see Connor the crew star™ row
  • - all in all, Connor fucking loves crew(but he hates the crew uniforms, too tight, no long sleeves, no black)
  • - Connor later grows up to be a Olympic medalist, he's won 5 gold metals and continues to win more every olympics.