#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.

[spacedocmom]

18/12/2024 Doctor Beverly Crusher @SpaceDocMom Incoming Transmission…

You are allowed to put your feet up and do nothing for an extended period of time. Are there things that need doing? Yes. There always are, but rest is one of them. emojis: black heart, blue heart, masked, spoon, couch

[discord-emote-customs]

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

[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 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

[sleepicore]

🌙🪻 Your blankets are waiting for you

[illyrianbitch]

I hate timezones because I was just about to go to bed already way past my bedtime (it's 2am here lol) and then I get the notif of awsf? part 3 but my eyes are pleading for mercy and I just know I won't be able to read 8.5k words but I want to SO BADDD 😭 I'll think about it until I can read it when I wake up

HAHAHA it’ll be waiting for you bby don’t worry

usually i try to post midday so its the best of all timezones but im a baddie with a 9-5 and cannot post until im home 😔

[trooperst-3v3]

Happy New Year! Wooooooo!

Okay, that's enough partying. Time for bed.