#get some rest

[sleepicore]

.🌙⭐️.

The stars and the moon kiss you goodnight

[thegoodmorningman]

Get some rest. Process a little. Savor small moments of Joy. The show must go on. Good Morning.

[discord-emote-customs]

a part 2 to the self care/health reminder post ! get some rest , take a shower !

[spacedocmom]

Doctor Beverly Crusher @SpaceDocMom Rest is not a waste of time. It is required for human life. It is necessary for all healing and helps prevent future harm. It is time well spent. emojis: black heart, blue heart, masked 2:35 PM · Sep 3, 2023

[gaytangle]

thank you sonic

[ghostlychief]

if you’re having a bad day, picture your favorite comfort character wrapping you up in a soft blanket and kissing your forehead, and as their lips are resting on your temple, they reassure you that “everything is going to be okay.” they leave another kiss on the top of your head, then wrap themselves around you, holding you until you feel better

[spacedadsupport]

Jean-Luc Picard @SpaceDadSupport Constantly running our warp drive at maximum would damage both the ship and the space we're sailing through. The same goes for you. You cannot operate at or above your maximum all the time without wearing down yourself and possibly others. I give you permission to slow down. 4:22 PM · Aug 16, 2024

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[drabbles-mc]

Get Some Rest

Marcus Alvarez x F!Reader

For Day 2 of @whumpril's 2023 Challenge: stress/insomnia/"get some rest"

Warnings: 18+, language, light angst, emotional hurt/comfort, mentions of scars

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: I personally think it's a crime and a travesty that there aren't more Marcus Alvarez fics out there. So I'm creating the content I want to see.

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You weren’t quite sure what it was that pulled you from your sleep. Opening your eyes, you were met with a room that was almost completely pitch black. The faintest hint of light was bleeding in through the curtains that covered the bedroom window. The streetlamp outside didn’t throw much light to begin with, so there was barely a shadow of a difference.

All you were able to see were the outlines of things, different shades of black. Even so, you could still feel that something was off. You couldn’t see his face to be sure, but you had the feeling that Marcus was awake in the bed beside you. His breathing was even, and he was lying perfectly still, but you could feel a certain type of energy radiating off of him. You never really saw him sleeping these days. You were always falling asleep before him, and he was always waking up before you. In that moment, though, you were wondering if he ever actually fell asleep at all.

“Marcus?” your voice was so quiet it almost didn’t even qualify as a whisper.

The swiftness of his response reinforced your concern that he had yet to fall asleep. “Mhm?” he mumbled softly.

You rolled onto your side so that you were facing him. It didn’t matter that you couldn’t make out the details of his face, or him yours. You still looked at him and even though you wouldn’t quite prove it, you knew that he was looking at you too.

“It’s late,” you said gently, reaching forward and resting one hand on his chest. “You should get some sleep.”

“I will,” he reassured you, and you could hear the faint rustling of his pillowcase that let you know he was nodding his head to reinforce his point.

You traced your thumb along the skin just below his collarbone, the space left exposed by the tank top that he’d worn to bed. “You should get some sleep tonight,” you emphasized your point.

It got a tired chuckle out of him as he brought his hand up and interlocked his fingers with yours. “I will,” he repeated, “I promise.”

Part of you wanted to turn the light on so that you could see his face, try to gauge what he was thinking. It was so hard to read him when you couldn’t really look into his eyes. “Have you been sleeping at all lately?” you asked, your voice still soft with worry.

He knew that you were going to worry about him no matter what, but he didn’t want to make it worse if he could help it. He sighed as he traced his thumb along the ring that was wrapped around your finger. “Here and there.”

“Marcus…” your voice trailed off.

“I know, I know.” He closed the distance between you and gently kissed your forehead, his lips lingering there for a few extra moments as he said, “It’s gonna get better soon.”

You let out a quiet sigh and leaned into him a little more, causing his lips to press against your forehead again. “For your sake, baby, I hope you’re right.”

He let out something akin to a hum as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled your body up against his. “We both know it’s gonna take more than a couple of late nights to put me out, huh?”

You rolled your eyes at him even though he couldn’t see it. “Don’t think you need to be pushing your luck, though.”

His hand slowly traced up and down your back. “What would I do if I wasn’t doing that?”

“Getting a full night’s rest, for starters,” you quipped back with no hesitation.

Your quick reply got a small chuckle out of him. He shook his head but neither of you said anything else for a few minutes. You focused on the slow, methodical way his hand roamed up and down your back. Meanwhile, Marcus couldn’t help but notice the way that your fingertips seemed to be seeking out all of his scars. Sometimes he wondered if you even knew that you were doing it, or if it was just that second-nature to you now. He knew that getting rest wasn’t the only thing on your mind when you thought about what his life, what your life together, would look like when things calmed down.

It was a matter of when, even though some days it felt more like if. He tried to keep reminding you of that, tried to keep reminding himself, too.

Another minute went by and then you felt him pulling away from you. You reached out to stop him, but then you realized that he was reaching for the lamp on his side of the bed. The distinct sound of the chain for the light filled the room, and then his side of the bed was covered in a soft, warm light.

With the light behind him, part of Marcus’s face was still cast in shadow. But you could still see the exhaustion in his face, the stress in his brows.

You were going to ask him what was wrong, but he beat you to the punch. “Talk to me.”

You exhaled through your nose, a short, crude version of a laugh—it was all your body could muster given the circumstances. Shaking your head, you said, “I worry about you.”

He nodded as he got himself into a more upright position. He moved so that his back was against the headboard, blanket still draped over his lap. Holding out one arm, he wordlessly asked you to come lay against him. So you did, situating yourself so that you were laying with your head against him, your arm draped over his middle.

He watched as you settled and got comfortable. “You always worry.”

You hummed in agreement, your eyes focused on your hand that was entwined with his. “You always give me reasons to.”

He chuckled quietly. Your tone wasn’t accusatory—it hardly ever was. It was half the reason the two of you could talk like this.

“What’s different this time, hm?” he asked.

You shrugged against him as you toyed with his wedding band. “I don’t know. Nothing, really.” You paused and looked up at him. “Is something different?”

He gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head. “It’s always the same shit.”

That got a more honest laugh out of you because you knew he was right. It was quiet between you again for a moment before you asked, “You ever think, sometimes, that we’re getting too old for the same shit?”

Much to your surprise, there was no hesitation in his response as he nodded. “Sometimes.” He moved his hand so that it was going up and down your back again. “But I’ve been thinking that for—”

“A long fuckin’ time,” you both said simultaneously. Both of you chuckled after the fact, too.

“That’s true,” you conceded.

He could hear the slight shift in your voice. “What are you thinking, huh?”

You pulled yourself a little tighter to him. “I’m thinking I’m going to start putting melatonin in your drink at dinner if you don’t start getting some sleep.”

He chuckled, leaning and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “It’s gonna get better. Always does.”

You bit back a yawn. “I know. But it’s my job to worry anyway.”

He could feel the way you were starting to melt against him, sleep coming easy for you in a way it never had for him. “I know.”

“I love you,” you mumbled against the fabric of his shirt.

His hand stopped moving as he said, “I love you too.”

Seemingly unperturbed by the warm light coming from the lamp, it wasn’t long until you had fallen back to sleep. Your arm was still slung across Marcus’s stomach, his still wrapped around you. He was no closer to falling asleep than he had been before, but at least now he had you to look at.

[frikatilhi]

rough times ahead

[cynthiadasorceress]

Reminder that you are valid, you are loved, and there is always somebody waiting for you. There is always somebody who would miss you.

You deserve to be loved. Even if you think there's nobody to love you, there is.

Relax your shoulders and unclench your jaw. Take a deep breath and get something to eat/drink. You deserve it. You deserve to eat, drink, and relax. You don't need to earn those rights - you have them as a human being already.

If you've been working for a while, take a break. Even just five minutes of staring at the wall to reset your brain is good. Take care of yourself.

Good luck, friends <3

[marsmad]

He should be resting but instead there he is outside the venue last night with an impromptu performance 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

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[spacedocmom]

Doctor Beverly Crusher @SpaceDocMom Rest is not a reward. You cannot "earn" it. You need it to live. It is essential for your physical and mental health. Get more rest and stop treating it like a sticker. If you need reward stickers, come to my office, I will give you stickers. But REST. emojis: black heart, blue heart, masked, spoon, unicorn 4:32 PM · May 10, 2024

[sleepicore]

🌙🪻 Your blankets are waiting for you

[grim-has-issues]

bro no one prepared me for the Scythe Audio run time.

[cricket-reader]

His Whole World

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Summary: a restless night gives way to anxiety about her boyfriend and their relationship.

Warnings: language, insomnia, self-doubt, self-hatred, negative body image, pet names, worries of infidelity, fluff

Word Count: 1,093

Prompt: Stress, Insomnia, “Get some rest.”

A/N: day 2 of Whumpril 2023 by @whumpril

Twisting and turning in her bed, she cursed her mind. It would never shut up when she needed it to. Thoughts raced through her mind like cars in a NASCAR race. The lights were out and she was all alone.

Huffing in irritation, she threw the blankets off of her and ambled to the kitchen. Grabbing a glass, she wondered where her boyfriend was. Looking at the green digital clock on the stove, she saw that it was much later than he was usually out.

Ever since they moved in together Matt had always tried to make it home earlier. Often times she couldn’t sleep without him. She usually called him her personal teddy bear.

She sat down on the couch and watched the stairs. Matt should be home any second now. He’s going to be okay. He’s talented beyond belief and has made several promises to always come back home to her.

Biting her nails, she wonders if he got hurt. He did once tell her that he got left in a dumpster to die. What if that is where he is now? What if he’s in the alleyway by the apartment, too weak to make it up the stairs? What if he is silently hoping that she will come down to help him?

Cursing under her breath, she slips her sandals on and scurries down the stairs. She doesn’t even bother to change out of her pyjamas. If Matthew is hurt, that is the last thing she should worry about.

It was still damp outside due to the rain that had just fell. There were a few people ambling the streets along with some cars passing by. It is the city that never sleeps, after all.

Checking in both alleyways next to the apartment complex, she didn’t find her boyfriend. She didn’t know if she should be relieved or even more worried. On one hand, he wasn’t bleeding out whilst she was being useless up in the apartment, but on the other hand, he could be bleeding out in an alleyway somewhere blocks away.

Shivering, she notes that she probably should have at least thrown on a sweatshirt. The wind nips at her skin as she makes her way back into the building.

Whilst climbing the stairs, a brief thought passes her. What if he was out with some other girl? She knows that he’d never do that to her, but what if? After all, she’s not all that amazing of a girlfriend. Even if Matt can’t see her, he surely knows that she’s ugly. She has too much fat in all the wrong places. She has too much anxiety and struggles a lot with mental health problems.

He could do so much better.

She paces back and forth, stress gnawing at her brain. He’d be better off without her. What if he’s injured? She can’t deal with needles so he always has to do it himself. Maybe he could find someone pretty that also wasn’t given the heebie jeebies with needles.

She didn’t even hear him come in. Although that could be attributed to the fact that he is so quiet on his feet.

He could hear her steps back and forth and back and forth. Her heart was beating fast and he could tell she had been at it a while.

He knew she struggled with anxiety and felt horrible that his vigilante act had gone longer than usual. She must have been worried if he was okay.

“Baby?” Matt questions, taking his Daredevil mask off. He heard her spin on her feet and her heart skipped a beat.

“Matt,” she breathed out. She wanted to run up to him and wrap him in an embrace and never let go. But she couldn’t get those pesky thoughts out of her mind.

“I’m okay, sweetheart. I’m sorry I’m late. There was a lot going on and I couldn’t get away.”

She nodded, wrapping her arms around herself. He could easily be lying to her. She didn’t have the ability to tell if his heart was beating any faster. It wouldn’t be the first time one of her boyfriends had lied to her.

“Are you okay?” Matt questions, moving closer to the love of his life; his everything.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired.”

He frowned, not even needing to hone into her heartbeat to tell that she was lying. “What’s wrong?”

She huffed, hating that he could read her so well. It wasn’t fair that he knew everything about her whilst she could never even discern what his mood was. It was dumb. She hated it so damn much. “I’m fine,” she grumbled, moving to go to the bed.

“Stop lying to me.”

She rolled her eyes that were filling with tears. “Why? Why can you lie whilst I can’t?”

Matt furrowed his brows, taken aback. Lying? When did he lie? “What?”

“Just admit it, Matthew. You could do better than me. You probably just didn’t want to have to come home to deal with my annoying clingy self. Admit it! You don’t want me anymore and that’s why you come home later every night. You’re tired of staying up with me because I can never fall asleep and you hope if you stay out longer I’ll be asleep.”

Matt was speechless.

How could she think such things? Had he not done enough to show her that she was his whole world? How could she doubt herself? She is perfect. Too good to be true.

“What makes you say that?” His throat was dry. Was this her way of breaking up with him? God, he hoped not. He didn’t know what he would do without her.

“Don’t play dumb with me Matty. I’m.. I’m just me… and you’re you. You deserve better than me,” she pouts, plopping down to sit on the bed.

“Baby, you’re crazy if you think that I could ever find someone better than you. You’re perfect and I’m so sorry that I haven’t done enough to prove that to you.”

She sniffles as he moves to hold her on the bed. His gentle caresses immediately make her feel at least a little better.

He gives her a gentle kiss on the forehead before saying, “get some rest. I’ll be here when you wake up, yeah?”

She nods, curling into his chest and yawning. Matt holds her the entire night, occasionally giving her small kisses. He’d do anything to prove her worth. He’d make her see. She is his everything. And he’d never give her up for anything.