#soothing slep

[matenrou-fan]

can I request Jakurai's fem friend who is living with him, she is afraid of a thunder storm and lightning one night and wants to slep in his room with Jakurai, but is too embarrassed to say it, but Jakurai figures her out and invites her to join him? and then they just have fluffy cuddles, he kisses her forehead without thinking and they get lovey all of a sudden?? but in a fluffy way nno spice thank you 💘

Jakurai comforts his fem! s/o during thunderstorm

I write this one so quick!! absolutely adore fluff.. <3

femreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff;; 1414 words;;

For all this time that you lived with your best friend, there's was lot of questions from your whole circle, as your family and closest friends were confused with such a way of life. A man and a woman living together, just as friends? People didn't believe you that much but after a while you stop worrying about it.

Cause you were happy, and that is what is most important! Living with Jakurai was so exciting, even though everything was pretty calm and serene in this house, as your bestie just knows how to fill up your soul with peace..

With peace.. This word stuck in your mind, as you were laying under your blanket, hiding your whole body in warm fluffy fabric. Presence of Jakurai near you always soothes you even in the baddest moments of your life, as his soft voice and soft hand on your shoulders was enough to unravel all knots of your frayed nerves.

But it was already past midnight, and you are not really sure if he has a shift in the morning.. It's not very polite, to distribute someone's rest before a job, especially such an important job as a doctor.. Yet another loud thunderclap that makes your heart stop for a moment starts to change your mind. Maybe it sounds too pathetic, yet right now all you need is just his hug, a glance of his soft gaze, and nothing more.

With a tired sigh you slowly get up from your bed, still wrapped in a blanket like in some kind of shield. Your head becomes confused with random, opposite thoughts, as you still were fighting the urge to quickly run right to Jakurai's bedroom, that was not that far away.. No, you will go to the kitchen and calm your trembling body all by yourself, with a good old glass of cold water.

And despite you always being a little bit uncomfortable during thunderstorms, the simple fact that weather gets so wild right in the middle of night makes it worse.. As now, as the door cracked, revealing for you the long corridor, you realize that this darkness also drags some kind of anxiety from the depth of your bosom. Oh, what a long night it's gonna be for you.

It also feels like every step makes no less loud sound than lightning outside the window, as you slowly move through shadows. Every small noise added speed to your heartbeat, and in one moment you were almost sure you were going to fall unconscious, yet then..

"Oh, I see I'm not the one who couldn't sleep today?"

All your insides flood for a moment with a wave of fear, yet you recognize this voice and turn to face Jakurai, your best friend, who was standing behind you.

"Ah..! J-jakurai…" - you mumble under your breath, relieved and ashamed at the same time. Despite him saying he's not sleepy, you can't help but feel guilty as if you were the reason why he's awake.

"I also wanted to drink some water. Or is there something more you wanted?" - even in the dark you can see how his brows furrow slightly, in his casual attentive care to you.

"N..no, nothing.." - another sigh as you curse yourself, not out loud but in your mind. Such a great chance to ask for help, yet your shyness was on the same level as your fear.

But still, it was much easier to walk in the kitchen with him together, as now you feel safe. And small talk as you drink some refreshing water was just great, you almost forgot about all these sobs you did when laying all alone in your room. …Before another, this time slow and inexorable, thunderclap makes you freeze in place.. It's almost like a big wave from the sky, a wave of something unfamiliar and dangerous, and you can't help but get silent, feeling as the same nagging wave slowly hits your heart.

"..the weather is not really good now, isn't it?" - Jakurai sighs, getting closer and taking an empty glass from your trembling hands. - "I wonder how messy the streets would be in the morning.."

"Y..yeah. You should be careful when driving to your work then.." - with an awkward smile you nod, looking away, getting carried away more and more with your fears.

"Mm? Oh, maybe the weather punished us with such chaos, but my fate was kind enough to bless me with the weekend for tomorrow.." - his chuckle pulls you a little from your dark thoughts, just for a second. Yet then warm, big hands that cup your face actually wake you up, making you look at his face once again. - "So I don't mind spending more time awake.. together with you, okay..?"

"W..what..?" - you don't get it, still a little bit confused with the mess in your head.

"You're afraid of such a thunderstorm, are you?" - his whisper was so soft and gentle, it's even worse than if he tried to tease you about that, as such care embarrassed you even more. All you can do is just nod, shyly getting closer to him.

But when the sudden warmth of his body wrapped around you, along with his arms, you finally feel the long awaited relief in your soul, quickly clinging to his chest. And despite the fact that he actually just wanted to comfort you, Jakurai can't help but chuckle a little, amused by your reaction.

"Now, let's get to my room, shall we?"

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Both yours and his bed were absolutely similar, but right now his pillows feel softer, his blanket warmer, and the whole room was just filled with an absolutely different atmosphere, as you lay down together with him.

Still nuzzling your face to his warm chest, you quickly melted in his touch, as Jakurai kept stroking your hair. For a moment his hand moved to your forehead, tickling soft skin with fingertips. You always had such a peaceful, adorable face when you're around him.. His brows slightly twitched, as he thought about how risky he was going to be now, not controlling his actions and leaning closer to you, placing a sudden kiss on your glabella.

You both froze, as you were shocked with such unexpected affection, and he was no less confused with his actions.

"I deeply apologize.." - he muttered, and it was one of rare occasions when Jakurai himself got ashamed. - "I do hope it will nor ruin our frien-."

"That's okay.. You can continue.." - you whisper in a voice choked with emotion, as you know not what you do. But his lips feel so warm, you find out with surprise that you want to feel it tickling warmth again..

Another kiss on your nose, in the very tip of it, before your gazes meet each other and you merge in a light, tender yet so full of emotions kiss.. Your heart starts beating so rapidly again, but this time filled with unbearable joy. Is this what you actually yearned for all this time? Thinking you just need some friendly support when actually his gentle attitude towards you gave birth to absolutely another feeling in your soul.. To love.

Slowly pulling away, you look up at Jakurai's eyes again, noticing that they get even more softer than usual, warms your whole body, as you feel your skin on cheeks getting hot, blushing.

"Can we do it again..?" - your voice drops to a whisper, as your insides tickles with excitement.

"Of course, dear.." - he chuckled, brushing your cheek with his lips before pulling you into another kiss.

Another, and another one.. You both get carried away, cuddling and fondling each other with tenderness and sincere, finally open love. And not even the loudest lightning strikes spoil your joy, as you didn't even notice anything beside Jakurai's soft hands and so delicious lips.

"Thank you, really.." - with a much more relaxed sigh you mumble, holding tightly your.. ..friend? lover? You didn't know how to call Jakurai yet it didn't matter right now, as you finally start feeling lazy waves of drowsiness washing your body. It all can wait until tomorrow, as in this moment you will just melt in his hug, dreaming about something simple and pleasant, no more nightmares..

"You're welcome.." - he whispers very quietly, watching as you slowly doze off. - "You're welcome, my love.."

[loveydoveylex]

OOH, apple pie and muffin asks for your lovely Ray? :]

hehe of course!! tysm for the ask slep, hope you're well ✨

Apple pie: How does your f/o sleep? Do they snooze soundly next to you or do they toss and turn etc?

you know, at first my initial thought was "oh he probably snores and tosses and turns all the time"... until I realized he DOESN'T. in canon he seems to be a very sound sleeper. I guess that assumption just comes from the fact that he sleeps as much as he does! but he's very calm and peaceful. a certified cutie. lookit him, off in dreamland.

isn't he the SWEETEST... 🥺

his body parts DO sleepwalk though. like, on their own. it's the plot of rayman 3. that's REALLY scary.

then again, I'd imagine being all cuddled up and tangled up with me while sleeping would probably ease that a bit. I believe it's implied in the ending of rayman 3 as well that the reason his hands do go off on their own is because he's having a bad dream, judging by his uneasy grunts and noises during his sleep.

either way, after we start dating, I don't imagine a single day would pass by without us falling asleep snuggled up together, regardless of his own sleeping habits 😆💖 and we'd be able to soothe eachother's nightmares. :)

Muffin: What does your f/o’s laugh sound like?

A WARM HUG. call me insane, but that's the way I've ALWAYS described his voice (mainly the one provided by david gasman) - it's like the vocal equivelant of being wrapped up in a tight bear hug. we haven't heard him laugh a LOT but some of his victory soundclips in rayman 3 are him laughing and cheering himself on and... UGH. I LOVE HIM. HE'S SO ADORABLE.

there's also this lil nervous chuckle (though I'm unsure if this was provided by david gasman), which is SO CUTE as well!!! I JUST WANNA KISS HIM!!!!

[mochinomnoms]

[whispers] what do you think about before falling asleep?

(link to ask game)

i cannot be left alone with my thoughts lest they overwhelm me and i stay up all night so i listen to asmr or those shifting guide videos and think about that

i dont actually go with the shifting vids but their voices are very soothing and they give you instructions so idk it works and i slep

[hunting-songs]

* Cracks fingers *

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Kurapika's chest had become a safe place to sleep in those moments. The train shook gently in the night almost like a lullaby, while Kurapika had occupied the two seats together to lie down so that Aoto could sleep on him. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep as well, with one hand on the infant so that he wouldn't slip while he slept.

However, a couple of hours later Aoto woke up and decided to get off Kurapika's chest, beginning to walk slightly unsteadily towards the opposite pair of seats inside the train compartment, where Senritsu was. "Mama! A story!" The little boy wanted to hear his mother's voice, he wanted to hear one of her stories. However, before reaching her, the train shook hard due to a fault in the tracks, causing Aoto to stumble and fall sitting on the ground suddenly and the luggage to come loose from its grip.

Kurapika was already standing - almost as fast as light - holding the luggage with one hand so that it wouldn't fall on the younger one and he let out a long, heavy sigh of relief when he saw that he was able to prevent something really serious from happening and began to tie up the luggage again, making sure twice that this time it would not come loose again. Aoto's eyes however began to fill with tears from the fall, letting out a sad and frustrated screech.

Even in the middle of the night the train was still too loud for Senritsu to slep- there was the buzzing of the trains mechanic, the quiet breathing of the other travlers sleeping in their compartment and the howling wind clawing on the outside metalwalls of the trains. Accordingly she was still very awake when Aoto wriggled out of Kurapikas hold and reached forward to her and she even stretched out her small hands towards him with a tiered smile, encouraging him to walk the few steps between the seats on his own. Then there was a loud noise flashing through the train. Then the train suddenly stopped. Then their suitcases put in the nets over the seats moved loudly. Senritsu did not even had time to think, yet she jumped on the floor and was the next second cowering over Aoto with her arms wrapped around him, ready to use her body as a shield against the falling luggage. But the suitcases never fell downon them. Kurapika had held them up. And Aotos eyes were two big, glowing pieces of red cole swimming in tears and looking at her. In the blackness hanging in the traincompartment Senritsu did not hestiated to pull the boy to her chest, wrapping her short arms around him thightly. "Its alright, we are here, we are here, you are not alone.", the womans voice was a sweet melody; calm and soothing. Aoto was crying big, hot tears against her chest with his heartbeat screeching in shock and sudden pain: "You were startled when you fell, yes? It sure had hurt hitting the floor, but that sudden noise was even more terrifying than the pain, yes? That is normal. Yes, Mama was startled too. Its normal It is also normal to cry when you are so suddenly startled. It helps you calm down." The boy shaked in her arms, still crying, still crying loudly, still crying loudly with his face burried in her chest: " So cry, its okay, its okay, its okay, just cry, there is nothing wrong with that, you will feel better, just cry, just cry," swayed by the womans gentle voice the boys sobs became quieter and more exhausted: "-just cry, just cry, baby..." It needed a few, long moments until the small childs sobs had withered into quiet mewling and now more exhaustd than scared the boy reached up with his arms to wrap them around Senritsus neck.

Aoto was almost two years old and by now only one and a half heads shorter than Senritsu, which made picking him up more and more complicated. Still she lifted him on her hip and automatically the child nuzzled his still of tears hot, damp face in the crook of her neck where his breath tickled against her cheek. Where before were sobs there were now only heavy, exhausted breathing. "Are you alright, Kurapika?" She did not waited for an answer and simply lay her free hand gently on his arm, nodding her head and sighing in relief: "Okay, good to hear that." She squeezed his hand gently, nodding to herself as if she needed to reassure herself that he was indeed alright and that indeed Aoto had not been hit by the luggage and that indeed they were all three alright. "..mama," Aotos thin voice was muffled by the cloth of her blouse but she heard him anyway, she always heard anything. Senritsu turned her head, pressing a soft peck on the side of the boys head against his still as thin and soft as silk babyhair: "Do you still want to hear a story, baby; mhmmmm?" The little boy did not answered, but he nodded his damp face against the side of her neck quietly and his small hands that were hanging over her shoulder started to tieredly play with the ends of her red hair like he would play with the feathers on Kurapikas necklace when he was very tiered. She turned to where she heard Kurapikas quiet breathing and nodded carefully to the compartment door, asking wordlessly if he would open it for her. "I want to ask a conductor why the train stopped, do you want to come along too?" She whispered quietly past Aotos head, his thin babyhair tickling against her nose like feathers. Half outside the door Senritsu grabbed the small pair of sunglasses she always had in her pocket for Aoto and, head tilted back, balancing the small boy on her hip nimbly, she put deftly the glasses on his small face just to make sure his scarlet eyes would not be seen. The child grumbled tieredly against her cheek, but by now he had worn the sunglasses from her pocket or the pair in Kurapikas pockets whenever they went between other people so while annoyed, the boy was by now much too used to it and much too tiered from crying to make a loud fuss. Still he wriggled a little in her arms, trying to shake off the glasses and almost did so, if it would not have been for the womans voice as soft and melodic as a lullaby that made him stop: "Once upon a time there lived a organ builder, who was so good at his craft that very new organ he build was more wonderful than the first."

The small childs head promptly sunk against her shoulder and he lifted his small fists to his mouth, hands full of her hair were he started to suck on the ends of her hair like on a comforter. The corridor past the traincompartment was dyed black as if the walls were painted with ink. Past the row of windows there was spread the deep blue cloth of night with only occaisonally small spots of light as stars appearing. "The organ builder became so good at his craft that the last organ he had build even started to play on its own as soon as someone would step int he Holy House for which he had build those instruments.So when he build that organ that would play on its own whenever someone would step in that Holy House, he was so proud of himself that he decided to settle down in that village and marry." A few of the other compartment doors had opned and people looked out curiously. Still most of the people had been shaken out of deep slumber and were for now too tiered and confused to actually leave the compartments. The noises of confusion and shock: breathing, heartbeats, startled voices asking questions, were so loud they made a headache throb at the back of the womans head like a second, uncomfortable heartbeat. Automatically she tilted her head to the side, focusing more on the noise of Aotos soft breathing in a try to blend ot the other noises. "He choosed a wife and proud of his skills, proud of beeing able to marry such a bautiful wife, proud that it would be the instrument he build would play on his wedding on its own, he walked with her to the Holy House to get married. But when he stepped inside the Holy House, the organ did not played on its own. The Holy House was quiet." As quiet as the world past the train, Senritsu thought to herself. Inside the train it was loud- by now people were stepping like them on the corridor, asking loudly about what was going on and answering just as loudly that they had no idea why the train stopped, yet past the train it was quiet with only high grass looking in the starlight like a blue ocean growing past the traintracks.

"And the organ builder realized that as proud as he was, as perfect as he thought his work and his wife and his life to be, he was not perfect enough for the organ to play for him. And he blame dit on his wife, for in his mind he knew that he should be perect as he had after all build the organ this perfectl so he himself could only be perfect. So after the ceremony, when his wife was sleeping beside him, he left without another word and left the village he had thought to be perfect for him to another village where he settled down. Ten years passed and on one day the organ builder was suddenly hit by a horrible feeling of homesickness- for the pefect organ he had build for his perfect wife, for the perfect village he had left behind. So he packed his belongings and ran back to the village through day and night for weeks, until eventually he saw the towers of the Holy House of the village he had once called his home." Aoto had turned heavy in her arms and as limp as a sack of flour and his breathing was nothing but a soft caressing against Senritsus cheek. The Music-Hunter could hear one of the train conductors, hearable recognizeable by the way that his clothes were made of the thick, hard cloth of the conductors uniform, outside the train and walked towards him through the blackness of the traincorridor surely. Even when suitcases had fallen out of the shelfs and open doors of other compartments, Senritsus keen hearing gave her a perfect image of everything around her so her steps were sure and safe.

"But when the Organ Builder reached the villagegates there came crying people towards him and he asked what had happned. The crying people, not recognizing him after ten years, said that the organ builders wife had died and even if it was now her funreal they already missed her gentle smile, her comorting words, her reassuring hands on their shoulders and her help that she had always been so free to offer and that had made her so perfect."

Nimbly the short woman stepped around other passangers until she reached one of the trains doors- the one with the hightuned creaking hinges through which she had heard the trainoperator with the uniform made of that thick stiff cloth walk outside when she was still on the corridor- and stepped outside.

" The organ builder started to cry, joined the people on their way to the Holy House and as soon as the people carrying the wifes coffin walked into the Holy house, the organ started to play on its own, welcoming the wife wo had been perfect because of her hard work, her kindness and the help she offered others and showed the Organ builder that beside his great skills, he could have never been worthy of beeing called as perfect as her because he had been full of pride instead of beeing kind and helping others. So as soon as the wife was burried, the Organ Builder dropped dead without ever beeing perfect enough for his own organ to play on its own for him."

Aoto was already asleep when Senritsu stepped out of the train on the tracks, even if he was in his sleep still sucking on the ends of her hair. Past the trains metalwalls the traintracks lead through a valley surrounded by high grass that spanned the world past the trainracks like an ocean. And like an ocean the tall grass, taller than Senritsu, taller than the passengers stepping outside behind the woman, the grass swayed in the icy nightbreeze. In the little light of the moon and the stars the grass looked as if drawn with dark ink. Its shadows scampered over the valley of black, grassless earth the traintracks had been build on. The Blackness was far from quiet. Between the voices, different breaths and heartbeats inside the train, between the rustling of the clothes of the other passangers who had left the train and now went along the tracks curiously, between the conductors quiet muttering, between the rustling of the tall grass moving in a barely feelable breeze, there was something else reaching her ears. Something like a whisper. Senritsu almost jumped into the air when she felt the conductors hand on her shoulder, but instead only her small hands digged into Aotos back, making him shift in his sleep a little: "You should better go back inside the train, Miss.", the trainconductor was a short, broadshouldered man whos silver beard shimmered in the stark yellow light of the flashlight in his hand and Senritsu found herslf blinking in confusion like a confused bird. Not because she was suprised by the Conductor; she had heard him. Not because he asked her to go back in the train; she would have asked the same in his position. Not because of something that was logical. But because of his heartbeat. His heartbeat that sounded scared. Scared of the tall grass around them. [ @skarletchains ]

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[steed-of-waloed]

The flick of tongue would soothe the red hickey he'd leave, pulling back just to grin at his handwork. He really was so clever~ "And you love ever moment of it. You didn't complain as you ravaged me so thoroughly. Hmm, rumbling just like that. I love your little growls~" He'd tip the blondes face down to bite his bottom lip.

"Go on...tell me to let you go once more...if you can~" Slep whispered in a sly coo.

Of course, Gav thought. Was there anything Harbard wasn't into? Gav was almost afraid to find out.

The scent of the other wafted around him, filling his senses and nearly leaving him dizzy. He subconsciously tilted his head, a sound rumbling with within his chest.

"You are insufferable."

[balkanotres]

Relaxing Forest Nature Sounds || Soothing Birds Singing-Natural Sound of...

[haileyywrites]

-> Insomnia caused you to share a tender moment with Kazuha as the sun slowly rose in the distant horizon

-> Gn!reader - no pronouns mentioned! Reader and Kazuha are already in a relationship!

Trouble sleeping wasn't something new to you, but sleeping beside Kazuha had made you able rest better recently - his soothing voice would easily lull you to peaceful sleep. His warm body would keep you comfortable in the not so comfortable sleeping quarters.

Instead of tossing and turning until you managed to fall asleep, you decided to visit the deck to watch the stars and the soon to be sunrise. It was nothing short of spectacular with the open ocean reflecting it and no city lights to hide its beauty.

It was summer but the nights were still rather cold, especially with the ocean winds blowing past you. You shivered from it - your teeth nearly clattering, until a warm pair of arms wrapped around your mid section.

You smiled as he stepped closer, your back now flush against his chest. His head dropped to lay on your shoulder after placing a few sweet pecks upon it - his open white and red strands tickled your neck making you giggle lightly.

"I'm sorry love, did I wake you?" You asked without turning to face him. You had wished to avoid waking him up, but it seems that nothing escaped his notice.

"It's fine, the bed just became cold with you gone." He mumbled with his voice heavy with sleep, it sounded adorable and hansome.

You hummed in response. You felt a lot calmer now but still not tired enough to fall asleep if you were to go back. Besides, you wished to see the sun rise over the waterline - then you would try to sleep.

You did feel bad for waking up Kazuha, he seemed so at peace when he slep beside you. It was an angelic sight to behold, hair open, eyes closed with his mouth slightly agape, but never snoring or drooling.

You stood under the night sky together, a comfortable silence surrounded you with the only sound to be heard was the waves caressing the boat. You began to quietly hum a simple tune as your eyes continued their mindless search of the morning sun.

You could feel Kazuha's hearbeat beating gently against your back, it was such a wonderful thing to feel, knowing it belonged to only you. You weren't even sure if he was awake anymore, as he hadn't said anything or moved an inch since your brief exchange of words.

You let out an involuntary gasp as you saw the sun beginning to climb from the horizon. Your surprise accidentally jolted Kazuha to wake up and examine his surroundings, only to see your eyes glimmer gold from the rising sun. What a sight - you both thought, both looking at different kinds of beauty.

"We should go back to bed for a few more hours..." He mumbled into your ear with a groggy voice after letting you watch the sun for a while.

You nodded, turning to face him with his arms falling loosely around your waist. You cupped his cheeks and placed a short yet sweet kiss to his lips, before moving to hold his hand and walking back to your quarters.

You did manage to fall asleep as soon as he embraced you in your shared bed, your legs were tangled together and your hands intertwined, your foreheads also close to connecting with one another. You swore you had never slept so peacefully before.

Yes - this was entirely based on that picture :)

[littlemothsandtinyvees]

listen to v soothing music? maybe it woul help?

nothin works cos m feelin gross

m abotu to jus WHACK my head

i jus wana slep

m tired｡ﾟ(*´□`)ﾟ｡

[funeral-is-a-twink]

I know most of this blog is funeral but can I request funeral with a burnt out s/o who just needs a hug and some sleep ty

(Heh)

You are tired. I mean doing the work for half of your Department does that to you.

Of course you can’t blame them, they’d dealt with CENSORED and Nothing There at the same time, you would have checked into Counselling as well.

…

Oh, what are you even talking about? You would have just gone into work anyways, like you always do. Shoulding whatever new trauma you go toff into the back corners of your mind.

You know it’s not healthy, but going to counselling would keep you from getting a raise, and you wouldn’t be able to see Funeral.

Which is what you’re currently doing, shuffling along to his containment unit like some sort of zombie, you probably scared a couple of clerks a while back.

When you finally get to his unit, he’s already waiting for you on the floor. Legs crossed, and arms reaching towards you expectantly.

Then next thing you know, you’re sitting with him as he gently rubs his hands on your head, the soothing motion calming you down. Just a tad.

You appreciated the thought, Funeral always did this when you were down. But you didn’t think it would work this time, most of your previous worries had been temporary. A surprise breach from CENSORED, little things you tried not to worry about, and your annual mental breakdown. The last of which you’d never tell Funeral was common, for the sake of your work ethic.

He seemed to catch on too, as he stopped his massage, (much to your ire) and paused. His wings twitching idly as he became lost in thought.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, him doing whatever he was doing, and you tracing the patterns on his wings out of boredom.

Then he jolted up suddenly causing you to squeak and half flop onto the floor. When you finally regained your senses he was holding his coffin up to you, the lid off and a bed of butterflies resting inside. Huh, he wanted you to get inside.

It took a bit of convincing, if convincing means bargaining with you. (It ended with him losing his kissies for three weeks, so you suppose he’s serious.) 

You cautiously place yourself inside, your uncertainty seeping away as you feel the fluttering of a thousand butterflies against you. The last thing you see is the face of your love, before you finally fell asleep.

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Then you wake up, coughing and sputtering as butterflies fall off of your being. Once you’ve calmed you look up to see an unfamiliar face, and you offer the person a smile, “How long have I been out?” 

You’re answered with a shrill scream and the sound of the containment unit being closed in your face. You look back at Funeral, but he’s looking everywhere But at you and you fear the worst.

It isn’t the worst, it was still bad, but it wasn’t the worst.

When a higher leveled employee entered the unit, (Ah, makes sense. That person was a newbie.) You both immediately recognized each other, and you’d been rushed to an infirmary.

You were later informed that a month had passed since you were last seen, and Funeral had handed them a letter. Which they had deemed to be false, and presumed you dead. Of course, seeing as that was in fact, not the case, you were sent back to work the next week. (It would have been day, had it not been for the butterflies permanently stuck to your head)

Due to your curiosity, you were allowed to read the letter which read;

Helo this is ____ i am slep and wil not be bac for a whil pleas do not fier me. Thanc you.

It was cute, and obviously mad by Funeral you had to admit, and you told him that when you next saw him. 

Getting his hopes up right before telling him that he lost his kissie privilege for the next two months. You didn’t feel sorry.

[lunchtimerushin]

1. she killed him by wearing his jacket, and only his jacket, and now he’ll just lie on top of her hugging her to death while she laughs at how embarrassed he became. 

2. she puts a bandage on his face, he’s not terribly harmed but he’ll let her worry

3. a soothing embrace

*long post; 

oofm; I am. tired. that’s not new; kinda wished my weekends were 3 days long, but there’s crunch time tonight and i gotta get enough sleep for it. /does the window wash wave. 

my priorities are all sorts of messed up right now; but hey, i had good sushi and watched a good movie today, drew some things, and also finished watching a let’s play of a good series. 

so it’s all good. (:3; /clonks to slep

[rainsounds-forstudy]

Rain Sounds and How They Can Aid You

When my mind races from one idea to the next randomly. I need a way to comfort myself and relax. You can use your music from a portable bluetooth speaker once you sync it to your favorite device. Some choose their computer either desktop or laptop. I normally find this clunky when I am trying to find slumber. Earphones or the newer models of earbuds are perfect. Especially when I bluetooth my rain sounds videos from Youtube and cast it to my airpods. I can just lie down and relax and let my mind stop the clutter and drift to sleep.

There are many different types of rain sounds to use, but most of us want pleasant, soothing music. A gentle rain sounds pattering on tents or objects, with the extra sound of water dripping can be extremely soothing. I personally like to add some thunder and rumbling as the different sounds puts me completely to sleep. It's not just rain sounds to make you sleep. It is also meant to relax you and have you drown out your inner background noise. And focus on studying or reading your journals. So that you forget you are in a meditative like state, you need to do other things as well. Try to keep your mind focused on your task, as this will help you stay calm while the rain sounds are playing.

[we-are-all-obsessed-here]

Two Pieces Of A Whole

(Not my Gif)

Summary: Poe offers his company once he learns the reader hasn't had a peaceful nights sleep in years. What begins between two people who barely know each other turns into something neither want to give up. (Plus BB-8 is a little shit) A/N- I fucking loved writing this! 

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Masterlist

Time passed slowly in the near empty cantina, only those Resistance members on the night shift were up and about. Then there was you. Technically you should've been asleep hours ago, but just like every night since you arrived on D'Qar years ago, sleep evaded you. Even when you turned the heating in your quarter's to its highest setting, it still didn't feel right. Your home planet bathed in tropical temperatures, sometimes they could be unbearable. But not to you. You adored the heat, the warmth, and so even though D'Qar was a warm planet, its nights were relatively cool. Sometimes you wondered if it was just a very prolonged homesickness and that eventually you'd overcome it. You humoured that idea sometimes, though your sleepless nights had been going on for far too long to be just that. Still, despite finding yourself only receiving a few hours of sleep each night, you were still relatively functional. Though coffee did help a lot. You found yourself currently with your hands wrapped around a mug of steaming tea, hoping that for once it might help you slip into sleep. The silence was broken by chirps and beeps as a droid rolled into the cantina. "Yeah I'm coming buddy." A voice spoke sleepily. You looked over your shoulder to watch as Poe Dameron stepped into the cantina. He immediately went to get his own mug of something warm and stood leaning against the wall, a distracted look on his face. Poe's little droid rolled over to where you were sat, a questioning whistle emitting from it. Poe glanced up, finally recognising that someone else was there. "Hey!" He spoke cheerfully, a smile making its way onto his face as he strolled over. "Didn't you retire hours ago?" You inquired after Poe sat down beside you. He simply hummed in affirmation. "Couldn't sleep." He eventually admitted. You and Poe weren't exactly what you'd call close, you weren't exactly friends nor were you acquaintances either. Your work meant that you only came across each other whenever he came into the command centre. It wasn't as often as you would've liked. You admired Poe, his tenacity and prowess in a cockpit had made him someone to be feared if you were his opposition. Though he had a kindness about him that despite all the tragedy he'd seen in the galaxy, he hadn't become bitter. He made great company whenever you got the chance to be around him.

"I heard you lost someone today." You turn to look at him, your hand resting on his forearm. Poe tilted his head to look at you, a small frown made its way onto his lips before he nodded.

"I'm sorry." You spoke quietly. "I could've done more." He replied. "Poe. I've read the report, there was nothing you could've done," you tried to reassure him. "It never gets any easier, especially if they're a friend." You added. Poe nodded his head in agreement. "Couldn't sleep either?" Poe asked a moment later. He took a sip of whatever drink he had with a brow cocked. "Nah. Its nothing new." You revealed. Poe sat back a little, his brow furrowing in question. "Where I'm from, its tropical temperatures twenty-four-seven. Here, its much colder." You revealed. "You're not comfortable enough to sleep." Poe finished. You hummed before taking a sip of tea. "You ever tried body heat?" Poe asked after a few silent minutes, the only sound being when either of you sipped your drink. You almost choked on a mouthful of tea. "I-I erm, I... no..." You spluttered out. "You ever wondered if it might help?" Poe asked curiously. "I might have humoured the idea once or twice." You answered honestly. "Do you... want to try it out?" Poe wondered. "Poe, I'm flattered really I am. But we barely know each other!" You awkwardly shuffled a little further away from him, not knowing what to do. "Look," Poe sighed, he turned to straddle the bench so he was fully facing you. "Having company does help on a night, I can tell you from experience. It could help the both of us get some sleep. I know we barely know each other, and in the midst of war, I think we should take every chance to build relationships. Look there's no strings attached, we just sleep in the same bed and hopefully both get a good night's sleep." Poe spoke sincerely, his hand reaching out to take yours and squeeze it reassuringly. "Do you say this to every girl you come across who can't sleep?" You raised your brow. Poe chuckled softly. "Only the pretty ones." He joked, touching the underneath of your chin with a bent finger. You couldn't help the soft blush that crept onto your cheeks at his action. "What do you say?" Poe tried. "I suppose if you're such good company outside the bedroom, then it must translate to in bed... well in bed sleeping, well trying to get to sleep." You rushed out, internally groaning at your awkwardness. Poe called your name softly, finding it rather endearing how flustered you were beginning to get. "You don't have to do it if it makes you uncomfortable, it was just an idea." Poe tried to soothe. "No, no. Like you said, if company helps... then we both benefit. Plus... It wouldn't hurt to get to know each other a little more." You answered quietly. You figured why not give it a go, and if Poe was offering, who were you to say no. While finishing the last of drinks, you fell into a steady conversation with Poe, discussing your home planets and the transition to the Resistance. BB-8 rolled around the cantina, keeping itself busy while his friend spoke to you. "You ready?" Poe asked after he'd taken your mugs away to be cleaned. He offered his hand to you, an encouraging smile on his face. Taking his hand, you let Poe lead you through the base until you reached the habitation area. "I was thinking your room. Means you can kick me out whenever you want if you're uncomfortable." Poe stated. With a nod you took over and led Poe to your quarters. "Hey buddy, you should head back to our place. I'll see you in the morning." Poe spoke to his droid. BB-8 let out a string of beeps then turned down a corridor to your right. There was a brief awkward moment after you'd both entered when you weren't sure what to do. Poe reassured you with a kind smile and a rub of your back. "Go get changed." He told you, picking up your pyjamas that were neatly folded at the bottom of your bed, then handing them to you. After slipping into the bathroom and getting changed you returned to find Poe sat on the edge of your bed waiting. "Do you mind if I put my heating on?" You questioned. "Whatever will make you comfortable." Poe smiled. Once you'd switched the heating system on you stood in front of Poe by the bed. "What do we do now?" You rubbed the back of your neck. "Which side do you usually sleep on?" Poe gestured with his head towards the bed. "Usually? All of it. I sleep alone Poe so I kind of just take up all the room..." You gave a small smile when Poe chuckled. He took your hand and guided you to the bed. While Poe crawled to the other side to slip under the covers, you slipped under the covers at your side. You weren't sure what to do next, Poe was laid rather relaxed beside you, but you were rather stiff, extremely unsure of yourself. You almost jumped as his hand touched yours. "If you're uncomfortable I'll go." Poe spoke, propping himself up on his elbows. "Its not that... I just don't know what to do." You admitted. "Have you never shared your bed before?" Poe asked curiously. "Oh I have... just not without it leading to sex." You replied. Poe laughed softly then began to slowly shift closer to you. He held his arm out and gestured for you to come closer. A smile made its way onto your lips as your realised he would let you make the final move, making sure he wasn't overstepping the line. After reaching his side, Poe laid back against your pillows and gently reached an arm around your back, tapping your side to encourage you to lay down. After laying down beside him a moment of awkward silence passed between you as neither of you said a word or moved. Gingerly you turned onto your side and moved your arm to hover across his chest. "Am I alright to..." You drifted off. Poe gently took your hand and brought your arm down to rest against his chest, his fingers rubbing against the back of your hand encouragingly. "Do whatever makes you comfortable." Poe stated. With a hesitant movement, you rested your head on Poe's shoulder. Your breath hitched, heat spreading across your cheeks as Poe's other hand buried itself in your hair, stroking your scalp and hair rhythmically. A warmth blossomed in your chest at how intimate the position you were laid in was. Soon enough Poe's breathing became shallow, the soft sound of air passing his lips as he drifted off to sleep. His grasp on you tightened every so often, as if he was making sure you were still there with him. He almost became restless whenever he tried to tighten his hold but found he was no longer holding you, his hands fallen away from your body during his sleep. He would only settle again once he was holding you. You wondered whether he found a sense of comfort from you. You banished that thought the moment it came into your mind. Still, while Poe slept soundly, you found yourself awake. So you listened to the sound of his heartbeat and his breathing. Eventually sleep found you, but unlike Poe your sleep was much more restless. You woke to the feeling of fingers brushing against your temple, then travelling to brush your hair behind your ear. Rubbing your eyes and yawning, you looked to see Poe gazing down at you. "How did you sleep?" He asked sincerely. "Had a pretty restless night." You answered honestly. Poe frowned slightly before moving to sit up. "And you?" You questioned. "I slept well. Just feeling a little guilty that you didn't get the same," Poe rubbed his jaw while he thought. "Since this ended up more in my favour than yours, if you ever find yourself unable to sleep, come and find me. I don't like the idea that you didn't sleep well last night." Poe touched your hand, his thumb caressing your skin. "Oh erm... sure." "I should get going. Beebee-ate will be wondering where I am." Poe hopped out of the bed and stretched his arms above his head. He gave you a smile over his shoulder as he stood by the door. Poe called your name softly, drawing your attention to him. "Thank you." He said simply before leaving. While you dressed for the day ahead your thoughts turned to why you'd become so restless during the night. It wasn't because you were cold, for the first time since arriving at the base, you hadn't felt cold during the night. You humoured the idea that perhaps you'd become too warm but thought it was a ridiculous idea. Yes Poe's body heat was much warmer than the men you've slept beside before but surely not enough that coupled with your heating it became too much. It frustrated you throughout the day why you couldn't put your finger on it. Luckily you didn't see Poe to humour any other ridiculous ideas. The day went on like usual, filing reports and redirecting transmissions. Your heart broke when you came across a particular transmission. The veil of loss surrounded you, as you heard the final words of a group of Resistance fighters. Then night came again all too soon. The silence of the cantina was not good company. It left you alone with your thoughts, ones that kept returning to your night with Poe. Thoughts that lingered on those that were lost, people who you knew. People you'd never get to see again. You shrunk in on yourself, not sure what to do, not sure how to comfort yourself. A quiet chirp drew your attention to BB-8, the little droid sat on the ground beside you. "Hey Beebee. What're you doing up? Can't Poe sleep again?" You inquired. Before you could get an answer BB-8 rolled away, leaving you alone once again. Your brow furrowed in curiosity but you shook it off after a few moments of silence. The quiet was broken by a set of persistent beeping. Turning in your seat, Poe's droid appeared by the door. With a shrug you stood and began to follow the BB unit. "Beebee what's going on?" You called as the droid pulled ahead. BB-8 led you through the turning corridors of the habitation area until it stopped at a door, it rolled back and forth almost impatiently. You were greeted with a dark room as the door opened. Just in the shadows you could make out Poe's form laid on the bed. The same soft sound of breath passing his lips told you he was asleep. "Beebee what's your deal?" You hissed at the droid. BB-8 rolled over to the bed. The droid looked at you before a metal appendage exited its round body. "Don't you wake him up!" You whispered harshly. With a sudden jab, Poe sat upright in bed, slamming the button for the light. The pilot looked to his side to find his droid. "Buddy what're you doing?" "I was asking it the same!" You complained. Poe looked up at you, his brow furrowing before finally coming to his senses. He whispered your name in a somewhat dazed state. "Beebee brought me here. I didn't know you were asleep." You stated. "You're not sleeping again?" Was all Poe had to say. Hesitantly you nodded. Poe's brow furrowed. "Why didn't you come to me?" His voice held a twinge of hurt. "It isn't just the usual thing tonight Poe." You looked down at your feet. Poe called your name tenderly. Glancing up you saw his hand outstretched. With a sigh you stepped over and took his hand. Gently Poe pulled you to sit on the bed beside him. "Talk to me." He encouraged. "I lost a friend today. He is... was... one of the technicians. He'd gone with a team to supply support. They left a couple weeks ago. We drank together the night before he left. Everything was fine... but the First Order found them. I heard their last transmission as their ship was blown up. They were requesting backup. It was an ambush." Your fists tightened as anger overtook you. Poe reached out and cupped your cheek, caressing your skin with his thumb. He carefully pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you and keeping you close. "I'm sorry." He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You gave him a sad smile. "Stay here tonight. Just talk to me for a while. Being alone is the last thing you need right now." Poe spoke quietly, comfortingly as he stroked your back. You nodded in agreement. Poe stood from the bed and stepped over to the heating system. "Don't," You called. Poe cocked a brow as he turned to look at you. "I'll be fine. Just... come back to bed." Your voice was strained. He did as you asked, letting you climb under the covers first before joining you. "Tell me about him. How did you become friends?" Poe asked gently. "We were from the same planet. Grew up half a world away. We met during our induction, laughing when we told each other where we were from. Both of us got homesick when we first started, so we found each other's company a comfort. We didn't see much of each other while we worked, but whenever we got the chance, we'd go to the cantina, have a few drinks, joke and have a laugh. We... slept together way back in the beginning. We were both lonely and it just kinda happened. But nothing ever became of it. I just wished that I could've had more time with him." Your words tumbled from your lips as you told Poe about the memories of your lost friend. He sat quietly and listened, squeezing your hand whenever you got choked up on your words, embracing you whenever you started to cry. In return Poe told you about those he had lost, those who he saw die and those who he learned of their deaths only after. The atmosphere became filled with sadness once you'd both finished speaking. You were the first to lay back against Poe's pillows, your hand reaching to ease him back down against the bed. He looked at you softly as you shuffled to lay beside him, your arm across his chest, your head against his shoulder. Poe held your waist and stroked your hair as your chatter turned to more lighter subjects. You spoke of your family back home, told Poe stories of the mischief you got up to as a child and how one time it led to the kitchen flooding and being on fire at the same time. Unlike the night before, you were the first to fall asleep, your soft breathing and small sounds that escaped your lips seemed to enthrall him. To see you so peaceful despite your loss and pain, it brought a warmth to his chest. His fingers continued to stroke through your hair, occasionally he'd brush his knuckle against your cheek, watching in awe as you'd grasp him tighter and nuzzle yourself deeper into his shoulder. He wondered if he was being a comfort to you, this thoughts dwelling on the idea, a softness entered his eyes. Poe soon fell asleep, his chest rising and falling softly, his head falling to the side to almost rest above yours. His grasp on you tightened every so often, just like it had the night before. BB-8 watched the two of you sleeping soundly for a few minutes, almost enjoying the sight in front of it before the droid decided its job was done and returned to the charging station to power down. In the morning you were the first to wake, a quiet yawn escaped your lips. Glancing up you saw Poe was still fast asleep. You were no longer wrapped in his arms but you were laid close to him. A squeeze of you hand drew your gaze to where your fingers were entwined with Poe's. Reaching out you stroked the pilot's jaw, smiling at the beginnings of a scruff that was coming through. A quiet whistle made you look over Poe's shoulder to see BB-8 rolling to and fro, awaiting his friend to return from sleep. "Morning Beebee." You whispered. The droid gave a series of beeps in response. Poe grumbled and shifted in his sleep. "Poe..." You whispered his name, stroking his cheek in hopes to wake him steadily. The pilot turned his head and rubbed his eyes, opening them a moment later and grinning when he saw you beside him. "How did you sleep?" You asked. "Like a baby. What about you? Sleep any better than before?" His voice held concern, his brow furrowing as he cupped your cheek. You smiled and leaned in to his touch. "I've never slept better." You answered honestly. Poe beamed at your response. "Good." His voice filled with relief. "Time to get up." Poe leaned down and pressed his lips to your cheek. He froze a moment later realising what he'd done. "I'm sorry I didn't mean... It was automatic..." Poe apologised. He made himself scarce, disappearing into the bathroom, he silently cursed himself, he didn't want to scare you off. Your fingers brushed against where he'd kissed you, a smile spreading across your face. Poe peered out of the bathroom, a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth, he watched you as you laid at the edge of the bed, almost playing with BB-8 who was emitting several very joyful sounds. He could get used to this he thought. A familiar warmth spread across his chest, Poe reached up and pressed his hand above his heart. This feeling wasn't entirely foreign to him, but it was something different and he liked it. With a smile he returned back to the bathroom to finish getting washed. "I've got a proposition." You stated as Poe stepped out of the bathroom. "Oh?" He replied surprised. "We... keep on doing this..." You gestured to the bed. "I haven't slept so well since I arrived here... I enjoy the company and I think you feel the same." Poe sat down on the bed. "You want to keep sleeping together?" Poe questioned. "Only if you want." You answered. Poe had to try hard to not let a grin show on his face. "I'd like that." He spoke, reaching out and taking your hand in his grasp. A sweet smile was exchanged between the two of you before BB-8 broke the silence with excited chirping and whistles. The weeks following were blissful. You slept peacefully beside Poe, holding on to one another. You never tired of hearing his stories about crazy, reckless maneuvers during missions. You adored the way he spoke about flying, how passionate he was about it. He never tired of hearing your stories about the banter in the command centre or the way you spoke enthusiastically about training you'd recently started to be a technician. Then came the inevitable day he had to leave for a mission. He held your hands as he told you where he was being sent and how long it would be before he came back. You embraced each other just before he stepped into the cockpit of his X-wing. Even BB-8 emitted a solemn farewell. You watched as he quickly disappeared from sight. Days went by where you monitored Poe's transmissions, fearful that something might happen, that this time he might not come back. Your nights were restless, a mix of being cold, alone and afraid. Eventually you found yourself spending your sleepless nights sat outside, looking up at the sky wishing that a familiar black and orange X-wing would be coming in to land. Several weeks later, much longer than Poe had first anticipated, you found yourself in the command centre, exhausted and downtrodden. No transmissions had been received from Poe or his squadron in over a week. You had begun to assume the worst. Word reached you of an unidentified wreck in the area where Poe's squadron had been. General Organa had ordered a small team to go and confirm what the wreck was. All hope was lost to you when it was reported that a black X-wing wing was among the wreckage. Late that night you sat in the cantina, sniffing over a mug of coffee. He was gone. He was really gone. You'd lost your friend. Stroking the side of the mug, you lamented over your loss. Something nudged your side, you tried to swat it away, wanting nothing more than to be left alone. An indignant beep echoed in the cantina behind you. Spinning around you looked down with wide eyes to see a round orange and white droid looking up at you expectantly. "Beebee?" You whispered. The little droid turned and rolled away. You followed closely behind, being led through the base. You reached the hangar to see Poe rubbing the back of his head as he took in his wrecked X-wing. You gasped in horror. How he'd managed to get back to base was a miracle. "Poe." You called, taking a hesitant step towards him. The pilot turned on his feet, his face breaking out into a grin. He started to run towards you, his grasp on his flight suit gear to keep it still, your name escaped his lips in a desperate shout. The moment he reached you he picked you up, spinning you around and keeping you close. A giddy squeal left you as you held onto him. Poe cupped the side of your neck, his gaze tender as he looked over your face. You did the same, Poe's face was covered in scratches and minor cuts. "What happened Poe!" You pleaded. "We got caught in a tight spot. One thing led to another... I lost a wing. I had to limp all the way back here," Poe caressed your cheek "I had to take a risk to save my squadron. If it wasn't for BB-8 there would be nothing left of the X-wing. Or me." Poe confessed a moment later. Crouching down you stroked the little droid's dome head. "Thank you Beebee-ate for bringing him back." You whispered to the droid. Poe spoke your name softly. Standing up, you allowed Poe to take your hands in his. "I've slept alone for over a month. I realised something in that time." Poe spoke slowly, though you could tell he was slightly nervous with how he kept changing his grip on your hands. "I realised that you and I are like two pieces of a puzzle, we fit well together and I don't just mean in bed," you let out a soft chuckle at his words. "I know we haven't been close with each other long but I think we're good together-" "Poe," you interrupted. His expression fell a little as you stayed quiet, struggling to find the words you wanted to say. "A very handsome man once told me 'in the midst of war, I think we should take every chance to build relationships'." Poe breathed out in relief. BB-8 emitted a series of ecstatic beeps before rolling around the two of you. The droid rolled into the back of Poe's legs, forcing him to take a step closer to you. "Okay buddy, okay!" Poe laughed. You wrapped your arms around Poe and pulled him closer. He gazed down at you with the most tender look in his eyes. You leaned up to meet him halfway, your lips meeting in a delicate kiss. Poe cupped the back of your head, his fingers getting lost in your hair as he held you against his lips. Your hands reached up, one to cup his jaw, the other to run through his dark curls. With a tilt of his head, Poe deepened the kiss, pouring his newfound love into it. So there you both stood in the centre of the hangar in the middle of the night, wrapped in one another's embrace as you captured each other's lips in tender kisses.

[steed-of-waloed]

"Enough? Tis never enough for a man such as I...not when you buck like a thoroughbred, love~'' Slep was all cunning tactics and smooth satin purrs.

He was more succubi than steed and it was in the simple way how he moved. Each touch, each dappled kiss was like venom, a graze of fangs to constrict his prey and make him his.

The young faced Lord Commander would soothe that scowl upon a red tempted face with the gentle brush of his thumb against the blonds bottom lip, humming as he traced over those supple pair. He'd lean in close, his own lips now playfully nipping at an earlobe. "I would know if we can break this pretty bed of yours~" He'd teased with a mischievous chuckle.

"Will you take me again, Ser Gav~" Harbard would whisper in a breathlessly needy murmur, breath hitching as if he was but desperate to be under him once more. "So I ask you again..."

"Stay...and make sweet love to me~"

The scout tried to look away, tried to resist the urge to take the Ashen commander and pin him down on the bed. He had to walk away.

Yet, the icy hot touch of the other's skin against his own made Gav shiver, a breathy sigh escaping through his lips. It was so difficult to resist when such honeyed words were spoken and light caresses lingered across every inch of his skin. The knot in his stomach tightened, so wound up and ready to spring at a moments notice.

Then - Harbard was right in front of him, bare and ethereal like in a dream. He knew exactly what he was doing and Gav knew it too.

And he won't let me walk away...

"Why must you torment me so?" he huffed, suddenly breathless. "Have I not given you enough?"

[handsomepeacock]

(( mskadamtoyou )) There may have been a somewhat slow moving hyena heading right at you. They might have ended up flopping onto you,maybe across your lap. Little wiggle and shift to get comfy and then a soft content sigh. Yes, comfy. Might have been a slight snore not long after. Tired Sheriff needed their sleps and what better place then right on a handsome bird.

@mskadamtoyou

It was tempting, oh so tempting to shove the sleeping Sheriff off of him, but thinking on the consequences his actions would have he decided it would be best to just let them rest on him.

To keep himself from dwelling on thoughts of pushing his fiancée to the floor he maneuvered them so they would be more comfortably nestled against him, in a position that would allow him to continue working and pause to get the sleeping body a pet or a scratch here and there. The actions had always proved to be oddly soothing.

[fidelishaereticus]

D and K for Iris and Anemone :D

ok this was harder than i expected,,,ok i go slep now

D. mood trends / thought patterns- all stars must vascilate between elation and despair: so there’s that. It gets worse with time.-iris however might actually have [undiagnosed]* bipolar disorder so it’s...an enhanced experience for her. In any case she definitely was the quintessential ADHD kid from hell and her existence—mentally and physically—is very scattered and inconstant. So she’s a hot mess, but it’s really not her fault. She has a difficult time seeing beyond her current mood or thought and inhabits a very narrow, and very intense (or intensely apathetic), present. Also, feeding on negative attention has been a part of her Aesthetic since like, second grade: she’s a Huge Troll (online too, oh yes). She generally views herself as a contaminant: interanlized “problem child” complex, “i destroy everything i touch” complex, etc. Watches self sabotage relationships in real time and sometimes wants to stop it but also...doesn’t. As an adult, she works crap jobs and generally treats her life as a lost cause (she was going to be a visual artist—she even got a scholarship!—she was so VERY ~gifted~, AAAHAHAHAAH yeah no). THANKFULLY, she makes a much better fairy than a person! Unfortunately, none of that is #Real. -Ok so for context, anemone is…kind of ridiculously privileged, and her brain works impeccably. I, personally, would KILL to have anemone’s brain. She’s not really a genius when it comes to concepts, but her attention to detail and her ability to plan and execute are,,,just,,,i would kill. Her thoughts very ordered, and her mood COULD BE quite stable. Also? She’s pretty! Also? Her family is very well-off! And so on. She is, however, a terrible, terrible perfectionist. Partly, this is learned. She grew up in a hyper-competitive environment and everyone around her measures worth in very strict, material terms: success, beauty, productive output, and so forth. Sure, she’s pretty! but is she pretty enough? Is she smart enough? Because if you’re not the best, you might as well be nothing. Also, there’s a clock on her value: she’s convinced she will be Worthless by the age of 30 unless she has accomplished some pretty impossible things, and even so,,.she’ll be old and ugly then and just, you know, life’s not worht living if you can’t be beautiful. In this way, for all her ridiculous advantages, she can think herself very deep into a rut of self-loathing and despair. She not infrequently insults others for the cheap ego-boost, because she’s awful like that. GOOD THING SHE NEVER WANTED TO BE HUMAN ANYWAY.

K. What do they find most soothing?- Iris: In faerie, iris loves blowing shit up, It’s just…it’s very soothing. She looks like a menace while she’s at it, but she’s never been more at peace. Also: rain (sound, smell, cold), running in the rain, lying down in the rain, colours (particularly bright oranges and blues), the sky, tearing up pieces of paper, rainbows, making art (sometiems), music (emo trash), lying on rooftop at 2AM after a successful spray-paint extravaganza. - Anemone: pretty liquids in glass bottles, clean spaces, fresh bedsheets, making lists, tea, rose petals (stroking them, eating them, smelling them, bathing in them, transforming into them), having (in faerie) complete control over her embodiment, thinking about poison (her search history is a little alarming). 

*she may or may not have parents who are not so up on the ‘maybe i’ll take my kid to the doctor for brain problems’ because like…dat shit’s fake, you’re perfectly healthy, come on.