#Softer

[darkenedroses-world]

Sleepy Silhouettes —Grizzy x Reader

f!reader, sleep stream, cuddles, request 🦋

The makeshift sleeping area was dimly lit, pillows and blankets spread across the floor to accommodate everyone in this late-night “sleep stream.” The camera’s gentle red light indicated that thousands were watching, but at this hour, who would have the energy to do more than doze off? That’s what you told yourself, anyway, as you struggled to settle in. You had your own pillow and blanket, positioned near Grizzy, but for some reason you couldn’t drift off. Maybe it was the soft murmuring of your friends scattered around, or the muted giggles that occasionally rose into the darkness. Maybe it was the strange tension of sleeping on camera, the knowledge that chat was filling with messages you couldn’t see. Whatever it was, you were restless. Grizzy lay on his side a few feet away, hoodie pulled low, breathing steady but not quite asleep. The subtle curve of his shoulder and the slow rise and fall of his chest looked inviting. You thought about it for a moment—would it be weird to move closer? The two of you had never explicitly defined what you were. Close friends, sure. And you’d shared stolen moments that hinted at something deeper. But here, in the hush and half-light, it just felt natural to seek him out. You scooted closer, inch by inch, until you could feel the warmth radiating from his body. He turned his head just slightly and caught your gaze, a soft, sleepy smile forming on his lips.

Without words, he shifted his arm, an open invitation. You accepted, curling gently into his side, your head resting just near his chest. The fabric of his hoodie was soft against your cheek, and he smelled faintly of detergent and something comforting you couldn’t name. “Can’t sleep?” he asked, voice a low whisper. You shook your head slightly, managing a quiet hum of acknowledgment. He exhaled softly, not quite a laugh, more like acceptance. He didn’t push or tease—just slipped an arm around you, holding you close so you could feel the slow rhythm of his breathing. It worked better than any lullaby, making your eyelids heavier, coaxing you into relaxation. Until the noise started to pick up again. Someone whispered too loudly, another friend let out a muffled laugh, and a plastic bottle rolled across the floor with a hollow clunk. Grizzy tensed slightly beneath you, and you heard a muffled sigh escape him. “Be right back,” he murmured, carefully disengaging himself. You propped yourself on an elbow, watching as he stood and padded quietly across the room. You couldn’t see exactly what he was doing—maybe asking them to keep it down, or adjusting something, but he moved with calm purpose, his silhouette outlined softly against the streaming equipment in the corner. The moment he left, you felt unmoored.

You tried to settle back down alone, but everything felt off. The space where he’d been was too cool and empty now. Without giving it much thought, you stood up too, following behind him on light feet. Like a sleepwalker drawn to a familiar beacon, you trailed after him, unsure if you were even visible on the stream’s camera. You just knew you didn’t want to be away from him. Not now, in this vulnerable, late hour. He turned, surprised to find you behind him, and his expression softened. He reached out, brushing the back of his fingers against your arm. “What’s wrong?” he asked quietly. You shook your head again, not trusting your voice to stay steady. You felt silly, but he didn’t tease. Instead, he offered a lopsided smile and nodded toward a quieter corner of the room where a couple of pillows lay stacked. You followed him there, slipping down together onto the floor. This spot felt cozier, maybe a bit more out of the camera’s direct line of sight. Grizzy adjusted the pillows and beckoned you closer. “C’mere,” he said softly. You obliged, settling back into his side with a relieved sigh. His arm draped over your shoulders, your head tucked under his chin. The noises from across the room felt distant now, muffled by the barrier of his presence. He murmured a quiet “Better?” and you nodded, smiling into the soft fabric of his hoodie.

With him holding you, the tension ebbed away. Your limbs grew heavier, thoughts drifting aimlessly. The soft warmth of his body was like an anchor in the hush of the night, and you felt yourself sinking into something close to sleep. Maybe you felt his lips brush lightly against the top of your head—maybe it was your imagination. Either way, the gentle affection radiating off of him wrapped around you, and nothing else mattered. When morning came, the viewers would find the stream ended sometime in the night. They wouldn’t know all the details—just a vague memory of two figures curled together, drifting peacefully off, content and comfortable. But you would remember the quiet steps taken in the dark, the comforting press of his arm around you, and how natural it felt to follow him anywhere—even half-asleep—just to end the night in each other’s arms.

[grellssquishyhusband]

Saw a post online complaining about the new style saying that they made Sebastian look ugly

My brother in Christ this is what you're missing???

Look, look at him with your eyes

[editcrimes]

they say you can't relive the past, but you know what I see? oh, finally...

[lifeisntfuckiingeasy]

Taken me so many years, to peel away my own layers ❣️

[redleafhaiku]

Rolling along the

gravel, the rock has only

one real thought: Softer.

🍁 Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark Helzer

inspired by @the-hollow-quiet

[catalisst]

[19silvermirrors]

"Are you really here, Luc? Or am I dreaming yet again?"

(Kaeya's not dreaming. It's for real😳)

[runningfromadream]

You listen and you know you could live a better a life than you do, be softer, kinder. And maybe this year you will be able to do it.

Mary Oliver

[yoongsriverandme]

guys am i fucking tweaking or did the desktop version of tumblr change???

[hold-him-down]

was just on instagram the other day minding my own business when this actor/model posted these and i was struck with Big Felix Energy so thought I'd share :)

[blazereifpoetry]

[editcrimes]

we're only human, baby. we walk on broken ground. we lose our way, we come unwound.

[heart-songs]

I decided I was too soft to last. But then I decided to be even softer.

- Andrea Gibson

[scpwiki-official]

we lost beanie baby creamthing btw

[punkrockmixtapes]

Hole - Softer, Softest

[weepingwitch]

Hole - Live Through This