Fell Asleep on Meme

[jading]

sweet dreams.

 

  Someone, whether it be a friend or a total stranger, has fallen asleep on you wherever you happen to be; you are a rather comfortable pillow to them.  

What do you do?

 

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[hallaifyouherd]

[ She blinks, and then she laughs, a quiet breathless noise that catches in the air in a puff of white. ]

You're not wrong.

[ Her shoulders hunch as she scoots forward, enough to reach for the pot of tea. The fire still blazes warmly enough for her to warm her hands, working the joints of her fingers until they move freely again, before taking hold of the pot.

It's careful work, not getting the blanket too close to the flames when it threatens to drape off of her entirely, but she manages. There's a questioning glance towards his tankard, a quiet offer, before unclipping her own from her belt. ]

Aside from that, then.

[ She's learned to trust his judgement on these matters. Ben-Hassrath, as he likes to remind her. Odd to put such faith in a spy, a man whose name amongst his people literally meant 'liar', but he's his own man now. Things are what they are.

And he wouldn't be here now if she didn't trust him. ]

Lucy Heartfilia * Fairy Tail * Castmates preferred

[celestial_wizard]

(( Probably the sleeper, but can be either ))

[idontbreak]

It's not as if Adam minded, knowing she was tired he just wrapped an arm around her. He ended up carrying her off to bed and settled her in. He was nearby just finishing up some things with some of his wolves.

He'd join her if she did not wake up before hand. If she woke with him in bed with her, he was close but not crowding her, giving her some space.

[wines]

[do u want established relationship or nah]

Barry Allen | DCU | OTA

[crimsonblur]

[verybig]

[ let's do established ]

Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | OTA

[oralfixations]

[ooc: Nothing after 3B, please.]

[partofthecrowd]

[It had been a long day, a very long day and Rui was sure he was sporting a serious crick in his neck. All of that aside, he was unfortunate enough to have to travel and since he had yet to buy a car, he was going to be traveling by bus. Well manicured nails brushed the flowing blonde ponytail off his shoulder so he could poke at the sore muscle. He was tired.

Rui wound up with a window seat and sat with a little sigh, crossing one leg over another in a very lady-like fashion, regardless of how short his skirt seemed to ride up. He pushed his glasses up his nose and settled his tablet on his lap. Maybe if he just closed his eyes for a moment.

Hopefully he wouldn't drop it, it was his lifeline. His fingers went slack and he slumped over sideways, landing on the shoulder of the poor person who happened to be sitting next to him.]

fucks with all the timelines w/e

[verybig]

[ There's not much he can do to warm her up from there, and he doesn't push any boundaries by nudging himself closer, either. No, he stretches out a little bit and shifts just enough so that the blanket half stays on him but still shares to her.

He offers his tankard at the silent offer and shifts to let her move more freely, lips twitching at one point where he has to just hold the tail end of the blanket so it doesn't fall into the snow as she's pouring and settling things here and there. Once she moves back in range, he brushes off the snow that had accumulated from the edges and hooks it back around his shoulders, glancing around the camp.

The others are asleep; not deeply, maybe, but asleep enough they aren't listening. Bull waits until they're both settled in their spots again, his hands curling over the warmth of the tankard, not drinking just yet. ]

Dorian's wound up - I'm not sure if it's family, or the news we've been getting about Tevinter and the Venatori. Red's waiting for another message from a contact we have there, but she thinks his friend - Felix, is probably gone.

[ An uncomfortable thought given the tentative friendship he and Dorian have forged; Bull knows a little - knows enough that if his friend did die, or is close to it, some of the worst waiting can be waiting for that confirmation of your fears. Bull buckles that down, shoves thoughts of lost men aside. ]

Sera's fine. She's making noises about wanting to start pranking people again, and Ruffles made me promise to get her out of Skyhold. Think she wasn't a fan of the bucket in her office.

[wines]

[In Dorian's defense, he has every right to be exhausted. Two weeks in the Hinterlands with Cassandra and Varric and Lavellan, chasing wayward druffalo and bringing the bear population to the brink of extinction, and Dorian is more than ready to scrub the sweat and muck from his pores and drag the Iron Bull into his bed.

To sleep, first, because he has no energy left to expend on anything more exciting.

But the Bull is, unfortunately, deep into a tankard the size of Dorian's head and a round of Wicked Grace with a group of soldiers that he can't just forfeit when Dorian walks through the doors of the Herald's Rest, still stinking of bear. A glass--or bottle, perhaps--of wine wouldn't hurt, after all of that miserable travel, and he's only a few measly sips in before he finds himself beginning to nod off, chin nudging against the solid warmth of Bull's shoulder.

At least the rowdy cheers of Bull's companions largely drown out the soft sound of his snores.]

[rocknrollrefugee]

[The trip to the city had meant to be innocent. Hanna can't even remember why they decided to go? Was it for clothes or did she have some errand to run? The day had stretched far too long for her to remember now.

There was a flurry, a wicked attack Hanna couldn't discern. She had to choose: fight or flight. Flight was no option. Fight was the only way to live. She had only meant to scare and to push back. The fire would've caused a panic but they kept coming, over and over, this thing she didn't recognize or know. Maybe Klaus knew, she didn't care in that moment. Her hands lit up and suddenly she was fire incarnate.

Whatever it was, it ran away after suffering massive burns. Everywhere was fire, and she had to put it back where it went, force it to not eat up the street and the buildings.

Can we go? she pleaded with exhaustion, and Klaus led her away. No, she wasn't a thousand years old, but she knew to trust him because they'd been through the same. Funny how when the world took and left nothing, nothing always found something.

She leans into him a little more by instinct. She's only lucky she didn't collapse right away.]

What were those things?

[Her voice is small, a slurred murmur with words just barely tipping out of her lips.]

[verybig]

Caught.

It'd figure, Dorian waking up only at that point. Just long enough to give him something to look at and cluck over. Bull rolls his good eye and doesn't bother hiding that he's holding the heat pack to his knee, letting it sit there while Dorian wiggles about.

He can't imagine he's comfortable either way, both with resting on Bull and with just sleeping sitting up. No doubt nothing beats a bed back at Skyhold, but they make do with what they've got.

"Maybe it's just cold," Bull tosses him a half-smile and flexes his foot, the only indication of any pain a flicker of his fingers squeezing the heating pack.

[levelofrestraint]

[ He might not like it, but he'll roll with it. Also protective instincts might kick in, especially once he realizes the similarity in names! ]

[levelofrestraint]

Oliver, on the other hand, is used to flying. It just happens that the kind of flying he's used to is the kind that involves private jets. Never mind that he hasn't really been on one of those in a long time, but the Queens used to be wealthy, and with that came certain privileges. But today, Oliver is flying coach, which means he has a stranger seated next to him. Actually, it's more like the stranger is sleeping next to him, but he doesn't mind.

Unless Dean begins to drool on him, Oliver is content to zone out himself and gradually fall asleep, lulled by the motions of the plane.

[fairyphonics]

I really didn't! Sorry, Gajeel... I guess I was more tired than I thought.

just casually has a demigod napping on his shoulder nbd

[spacegroovin]

[It was on the flight home after what had been a tiring fight. A big fight. Peter had seen lots of weird stuff in space but decided his home planet might attract most of the weirdness. He wasn't sure if that weirdness came from who attacked planet earth or who he had in his company. Peter had thought having a tree and a raccoon for close friends was pretty out there but now he sat beside a demi-god that was currently napping on his shoulder.

Truth be told Peter didn't know what to do so he sat, very, very still.

What if he moved too much and Thor woke up and he had to face the wrath of his hammer? No thanks.

Despite being a big guy himself Thor was still bigger - and heavier - so when he felt Thor moving closer against him he almost lost balance.]

Shit.

[He caught himself but in doing so had to brace his feet and put his hands on Thor to make sure neither of them were falling. Helplessly he looked around but of course, every one was pretending not to even notice them.

Assholes.]

[spacegroovin]

[Peter wasn't so sure what to do now. At first when he had been given the mission to retrieve Gabriel hadn't questioned it much but in heat of battle he had a feeling someone had with-held some serious information from him. He hated when that happened - and it happened way too damn often too.

Having set his ship to auto-pilot his team had stayed behind to deal with some of the mess, he had been quickly send off to make sure Gabriel arrived safely at his destination.

Wounded himself he had wanted to clean the gash on his shoulder but the other was soon occupied as he had his prisoner nuzzle against him, asleep.

There was something very very wrong about that, he thought as he glanced over at Gabriel while making a face. Seriously? The guy he just took prisoner was now cuddling up to him?]

Not at all weird.

[Shifting he gently nudged Gabriel in the hopes of having him turn away - no such luck, it only seemed to be bringing him closer.]

Hope you don't mind these two CW guys catching some zzz's

[unmarkedman]

Dean stirs awake about an hour later due to a nightmare, but finds himself surprisingly comfortable. He rubs his eyes and his about to sit up when he notices that Oliver's head is resting against his - he too had fallen asleep. Dean feels a bit awkward - for two reasons. The first is fairly obvious, he's laying on some dude's shoulder, and the guy apparently fell asleep too, and people (specifically and especially Sam) might see this and never let him live it down. The second reason he feels awkward, is because that was a really nice nap - really helped to calm him until the nightmare at the end, and he kind of wants to just go back to sleep. He mentally debates it, before he closes his eyes to get some more sleep.

[redhotsummers]

[Care for a poor little plasma boy?]

[notmarieanymore]

[allllllleeeexxxxx yes! I missed him!]

poke me if you want anything adjusted! also is not exactly falling asleep on but meh. ~*~details~*~

[thegoshdarn]

This has been... kind of a disaster, honestly. Because of course her parents had to decide to move them to Starling City, where she can't see Bruce or Dick, for no reason that she can honestly discern because she thinks they've spent an aggregated week at home in the month since they moved.

Star City, it turns out, is just about as bad as Gotham in terms of crime statistics. About the only thing of interest she has to do is patrolling, which is why she might be overdoing it just a touch. Bruce isn't around to regulate how much time she spends working, and she's more than old enough that her parents don't see a need for anyone to be at the house with her overnight.

This is one of the days her parents are home, however, because of this society party/mixer/insert-your-term-here the Queens are hosting, and they've dragged her along to be the well-behaved heir. So intelligent, doesn't get into trouble like other teenagers these days, etc. Some impressive application of makeup is enough to hide any marks from her nighttime activities and the obvious physical evidence that she's exhausted, but it does nothing for her actual state of consciousness.

At some point, she managed to fade into the background enough to go find a chair to sit on, and then that turned into shutting her eyes for a few seconds, and, well, short story shorter, there's a teenage girl asleep over there, what do?

i'm so sorry

[outfight]

[ How?

It's a question that Caesar can't answer. His memory does him no favors in figuring out how he's ended up where he is.

He recalls his last fight. But the next thing he remembers - and he's almost sure he shouldn't remember anything if his fight went the way he thought it did - is waking up in Venice with no one around to offer an explanation.

Not only is no one around to do that, but nothing's the same and Caesar's trying to come to terms with what's going on - why have so many years passed and why does he still look the same age? - without sounding completely insane to anyone he chooses to talk to. It doesn't really work.

His attempt to find someone who can help him leads him to Japan. Maybe the Speedwagon Foundation is still around and someone there can answer his questions. Or, better yet, maybe they're the reason for this. Caesar can hope.

It's the trip to one of the foundation's locations that lands him on a bus for an extended period of time, leaving him nodding off thanks to jet lag and a lack of sleep since he's started his entire mission to work things out. He's so tired that he doesn't even notice the way he sways over, head ending up against the shoulder of the guy who's only recently taken the seat beside him. ]

[verybig]

[ Skyhold's quiet without the Inquisitor and whoever she chooses to bring along. It's not that they don't know what to do without her, it's more that without the Inquisitor, people tend to keep their nose to the grindstone a little more, like every little bit of extra work will somehow protect them while she's gone. If his boys were still here, he'd -- well. They weren't, so it didn't really matter, did it. It just makes the waiting for word back all the more difficult, though, waiting and waiting and waiting for a letter, for some sort of word back that they're all alive.

He's self-analyzed and knows that dwelling isn't going to fix it, isn't going to make him go back in time. All he can do is push through each day, and make their sacrifice worth it. The waiting is the worst part, but Dorian comes back. He keeps coming back and it's something that's settled in as a fact, some sort of heavy truth that settles in his bones and leaves him feeling certain.

Dorian settles in next to him, almost a surprise given that he's two days early. It would be, if Bull hadn't heard him, hadn't heard the greetings tossed at the team as they returned, settling with their groups. Dorian smells like he's been traveling and Bull could probably piece 'where' together if he studied him a moment, but right then, he's a few cups in and a good hand up. He doesn't over-analyze it, he just winds his hand around Dorian's waist and plays the rest of the game.

That Dorian falls asleep isn't a shock; that he came here before showering and tending to himself is. Bull does his level best not to think about that again, and simply takes the fresh tankard Varric hands him with murmured thanks, and lets Dorian sleep. He adjusts Dorian so he's lying against the bench, his upper body and head pillowed on one big thigh. One hand dips down while he's not playing cards to stroke through his hair like Dorian's a worry stone and he's touching him to reassure himself he's still there, he's in one piece. ]

[watersacrificed]

[ooc: open to cross-canon?]

[ungenial]

[ jim kirk is one hell of a whirlwind — bones isn't sure he's ever voluntarily taken a breather since he met him, honestly. it's part of what makes him a good captain. it's also part of what pisses bones off the most, since it means he's not actually paying any mind to his own health while he's busy sticking his fingers in everyone else's pies. it's not surprising anymore, but it's still eye roll worthy.

and on the long list of things bones isn't crazy about, negotiations rank about a solid five and today's? well, that bordered more of a three, given the fact it took seven hours and he's never been the type for a round of chicken with phasers. he'd insist on staying back on the enterprise if he weren't so intent on sticking to jim's side because someone has to take care of the kid.

back on the shuttle, bones is quick to find a seat and stay there, the desire to move or to talk basically nonexistent after today's events. he's fiddling with his tricorder, making sure all the data he's logged about the aforementioned species is correct and easily accessible, when he hears the unmistakable sound of uhura calling jim ( who else ) a pervert, his gaze flicking up in time to catch him fumbling through the aisles in a daze and—

alighting next to him. with a raised brow, he peeks at what he assumes is going to be a bit of a bump on the crown of jim's head ( uhura's handiwork, no mistake ). with a shake of his head, he returns to fixing his data, a flick of a button to turn any noise the tricorder might make off. if he does that for jim's sake when he sinks against him, he's not going to own up to it. ]

Better not drool on me, kid. [ but it's only rumbled out, too quiet to really rouse jim from his much needed nap. he could stand to do it more, actually, if bones has any say about it. not that jim is in the habit of listening. when he shifts, it's just to ease jim's head to an angle that won't make his neck stiffen and plague him later on.

and then he's getting grabby, which is something that reins his attention back to him instead of his work. yeah, you're damn right it's un-captainlike — so much so that bones isn't going to say a word, isn't even going to bring anyone's attention to it. he does, however, heave a sigh and take it as a sign he's not going to be able to finish his work at the moment, not with one arm. ]