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lushaletta · 2 months

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the lamb and her wolf / tom riddle

pairing: tom riddle x fem!reader

content: muggleborn!reader, tom is goin a lil mad

summary: have you fallen into the dark lord’s trap, or has he fallen into yours?

a/n: i wrote this at 4 in the morning so enjoy this stream of consciousness grumpy x sunshine esque tom riddle fanfiction or something.

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Tom is in a frenzy of sorts, he’s concluded.

Perhaps it is the sleepless nights and stressful days that cloud his weeks that are causing the weird feeling in his chest. Insomnia-induced hysteria.

There’s a flurry of thoughts swirling around his head recently. All with a common theme; you. The space in his brain that he typically reserved for Ancient Runes or Arithmancy was now composed of you, you, and only you.

It makes him sick to his stomach.

He’s unfocused. And he can’t be, because he’s supposed to be working on the secret that Salazar Slytherin hid in the deep crevices of Hogwarts some years ago.

His fingers tap on the book that he can’t seem to pay attention to as he tries to make sense of this. The disgusting, awful, pleasant fondness he feels for you. For a Muggleborn girl no less.

The only solution to his problem is to kill you. It wouldn’t be hard, he thinks. You’re small and meek and all too trusting of him. Like a lamb to the slaughter.

You are a symbol of everything he despises. Joy. Innocence. You are of the same kind as his worthless father. So why is it that he can’t bring himself to end you? To end your time together? He’s done it before. He’s done it plenty of times and without a second thought.

“Tom!” your horrible, beautiful voice cheers, snapping him out of his thoughts. Oh, great, he thinks. You plague his mind and now you bedevil his reality.

“Hello,” he says after a beat.

You ignore his bothered expression and smile. “I’ve brought snacks! You do like mince pie, don’t you?” He nods weakly. “Good, because my mam’s had some sent. She’s trying out a new recipe. Secret ingredient or something like that. I’m sure you haven’t eaten yet, with your inane study habits, I mean, do you ever have breaks?” You ramble on and he listens with fascination. How could you be talking to him so casually? So endearingly?

You’re far from done. “It doesn’t matter, though. You’ll have a break now. Go on, put your book away, would you?” He does as told. He’s not sure why. You take a seat at his table, fumbling with the paper bag you’ve brought. “Aha! Mince pie! One for each of us. Tell me if you like it, I’ll have Mam send some more. She’d be delighted.”

It’s at this point, where he’s chewing on warm minced pie and watching you do the same, nodding contentedly, that he wonders which life decisions he’d made led up to this. He’s the Dark Lord. A name that the world will soon fear. If all goes to plan, you’ll be reading in terror of all the vile things he’s done in the paper. You’ll be afraid of him, and he can’t help dread it. He dreads the thought of your heartbroken eyes as you realise what a wicked person you’d extended your kindness to.

It’s the frenzy again. What is he even thinking? He dreaded nothing. He looked at his plans with excitement.

“Tom? Hellooo,” you say, singsongingly. He didn’t even realise you’d been speaking. He glances up at you and imagines what you’d think of him once the truth comes out.

“Yes?”

“What do you think? About the pie, I mean.”

He clears his throat, fingers gripping the armrest of his seat. “Good. It’s good.” That draws another pretty smile out of you and he really hates the way it made him feel. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome! Also, Tommy,” He quirks his brow. The nickname was a slip of the tongue. You’d never used it and it made you nervous, but he didn’t seem to mind so much. “Are you busy later? I need some help with Transfiguration.”

He’s always busy. Well, he should be. He’s been slacking recently, too preoccupied with your freshly baked desserts and strawberry-smelling hair.

“I could make time for that,” he says decidedly.

Idiot. Idiot, idiot, idiot.

You’re immediately on your feet, giddy like how he’d imagine a child to be upon receiving candy. “Thank you! Oh, you’re a lifesaver, truly!” you say, and suddenly a kiss is planted on his cheek.

A full stop. His world pauses and spins on its axis. Your lips felt good. Bad.

What an evil, evil wolf he was.

#🎞 by.ivy #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter imagine #hp imagine #tom riddle #tom riddle fanfiction #tom riddle imagine #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x you #tom riddle x y/n #tom marvolo riddle

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siriuslynutswrites · 1 month

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a cute little oneshot for me to get myself through exams 😖😖😖

T.N. | Shotgun Kisses

theodore nott x f!reader

warnings; light sub!theo, shotgunning; it's mostly fluff

word count: 1.9k

Rain pitter-patters against the many glass panes lining the hall, and your footsteps ring out in accompaniment to the drumming beats. The air is slightly chilly, damp feeling, as if the never ending rain from today has finally soaked into the castle, weighing the air down. Candle light flickers, drawing long, yellowed strokes on the cobbled wall, and there’s an echo of ghostly laughter from a few corridors away.

March is right around the corner, and seniors are starting to feel the exam crunch, with parties coming to an unusual standstill, crowds thinning on the dancefloor only to ebb and flow into a thickened mob of silence in the library. The scratches of quills, pens and turning of pages seems to be the only things heard in the common rooms after nine, save for the snaps of prefects telling the juniors to shut the hell up and leave the revising students at peace.

In all of this stress, Theo has been working himself thin over subjects, the bags under his eyes growing the more nights he spends sleepless at the fire, straining to read just that little bit more about Transfiguration. He’s always tense these days, save for his smoking breaks with Mattheo, and a few first years have suffered his wrath; you’re sure there may be a few eleven year old shaped dents in the walls around the castle.

In all fairness, it’s kind of funny to watch the little kids sprawl when Theo has had enough of their slow pace.

Alas, you haven’t seen him since the last study period, which he had even spent away from you (as much as he could at the same table at least), huddled at the corner of his desk with books piled high around like a makeshift defence against conversation.

His shoulders were way too tensed and eyebrows way too furrowed for him to be enjoying the Rune work he was going over. Now he’s disappeared, and you’re determined to find him, just so that you can convince him that a break will do him good.

Where would a stressed, anxious Theo go? That’s right. The astronomy tower.

For somebody who hates the subjects of Astronomy and Divination with a living passion, Theo spends a lot of time up there, even if it’s just to smoke.

You finally make it to the steps, and walk up the spiralling steps, fingers trailing along the stepping cracks in the stone. You step out onto the floor just beneath the large open air balcony above, and then climb up the spindly stairs to the absolute summit of the tower.

The rain is falling softly from all sides, the kind that doesn’t freeze you to the bone, but caresses you as it slowly soaks your clothes. The wind is chilly, and you wrap your arms tighter around yourself as you glance around the top of the tower.

And there, in the corner, your giant of a boyfriend is stood, elbows braced on the railing as the raindrops seem to slide off an invisible barrier around his body.

You probably should’ve thought of that, but your excuse is that you’re just not as Charms based as Theo is. Your strengths lie in Runes, and decoding secrets, not in remembering the vast incantations the magical world has to offer.

Nevertheless, you step out, not fully soaked yet as you walk up to join his side at the railing.

He doesn’t notice you until you bump his elbow with yours, and his eyes snap to yours, alight cigarette trapped between his fingers.

“Ciao, principessa.” Theo smiles, and you take in his tired eyes, droopy with the effects of study induced insomnia. “I didn’t realise somebody would want to join me with the weather like this.”

“I’ll always join you, even in the rain.” You say to him, and watch as he lifts his hands to brush the individual hairs soaked against your face away.

“I can see that.” He hums, and then with a snap of his fingers, extends his shield around you too. His runs his hands across you, and you feel deliciously warm air dry you off, making you feel cosy and even slightly sleepy.

“What are you doing out here?” You ask at last, bracing against his arm, your shoulder pressed against his bicep. “It can’t be this nice, out in the dark, cold night.”

“It’s better now that you’re here.” He grins, and then lets out a sigh, placing the cigarette between his lips, next words muffled. “But honestly it was just to have a little smoke. I’m sorry, principessa.”

“It’s okay.” You whisper to him, laying your head on his shoulder as he retracts his hand to let out a billow of smoke. “I know that’s it’s stress. We can work on quitting after exams, yeah? We have time, Theo.”

“Ti amo.” He kisses on top of your head, and then takes another drag.

There’s a moment of silence, and then you finally speak up.

“Theo, I think it would do you some good if you didn’t do any school work tomorrow.” You say, eyes trying to pierce through the rain colouring the air grey and desolate. He tenses next to you, and you already know the protest that will come from his lips.

“Y/N, I need to get all Os. I think I’ll descend into a pit of misery if I get even one E.” He says, voice low, and fingers ever so slightly crush his cigarette. “You don’t want to see me being in a pit of misery.”

“I know, you bloody perfectionist. But you won’t get all Os if you go through a nervous breakdown, okay?” You whisper, taking the cigarette away from him. “Just one day break. If you do get an E— which I doubt more than I doubt Draco’s ability to get over his crush on Potter— then you can blame it on me and have a go at me. Just, please, take a break.”

“I could never have a go at you, even if something really were your fault.” Theo admits, eyes softly tensed as he runs his gaze over your face. “But I really can’t, principessa. I just— I can’t risk it.”

The two of you stand there in silence for a moment, save for the rain smacking off the stone balcony and metal railing, before you let out a lilting sigh and turn away, his cigarette still lit between your fingers.

“This isn’t anything to do with your father, is it?” You ask, and raise the cigarette, taking a drag. “He’s an asshole.”

“Getting perfect grades is just one way to get him off my back.” Theo admits, soft, and you can feel his gaze heavy on your face. “Plus, I can’t be getting anything less than the best. I’m Theodore fucking Nott.”

“I love you, Theo.” You say, a gentle smile splitting your lips. “But sometimes, you have such a superiority complex it kinda hurts.”

“At least I can admit to it.” He says. There’s a beat, two, and then he’s talking again. “Are you done with that? I’m not done smoking yet.”

Your gaze flickers down to the cigarette, and then you look back up to Theo, brain ticking away.

At last, you lift the cigarette to your lips, and take a long, strong drag, your free hand reaching up to curl into the hair at the nape of his neck, fingers twisted in the brown.

Theo furrows his brows at you, eyes flickering to the cigarette and back to yours, before promptly tilting his head down agreeably when you pull slightly.

Your lips connect to his, and you give him a moment to rewrap his hands around your waist before parting your lips against his, tongue teasing over his mouth.

Theo lets out a shivered breath as his mouth opens, and then you’re pushing the smoke into his mouth, feeling his fingers twitch and tighten as he accepts the smoke like it’s oxygen. He takes it in and takes it in, fingers caught curled around your clothes, and then you break away, a smile already on your face.

Theo flickers his gaze over you, and then a lazy grin spreads on his face before he’s blowing the smoke out into the side, remainders trailing lazily from his nose. He stands there for a beat, two, and then he’s leaning forwards again, lips ghosting over your mouth in an invite.

“Do that again. Please?”

You concede, your mouth already wrapped around the cigarette, and by the time you're tilting your mouth up to his, he’s turned away from the railing, both hands grasped onto your hips as he moulds your body against his.

“Impatient, are you?” You laugh softly, the majority of the smoke spilling from your lips, and Theo simply whines, head pushed down so he can press against yours. You comply, breathing the smoke into his lungs, and you feel him squeeze your hips tightly when you do so, head tilting to the side to deepen the shallow shotgun kiss.

You break away, and watch him inhale the smoke deeper, head tipping back with the movement until he can exhale it all in a cloud of smoke up into the air, contentment colouring the sound from his lips.

There’s a moment where he just breathes, and then he’s looking down back at you, eyes lidded and wanting.

“More.” He simply breathes, and you let out a laugh, tugging his hair softly so that his head rolls back once more as you take in your next inhale.

While you do so, Theo squirms slightly, hands gripping you tightly as he tries to look at you again, only to be corrected by your controlling palm.

“Patience.” You whisper, knowing that you enjoy toying and teasing him way too much. The smoke billows from your lips, and you take in another drag.

“I don’t think mixing my best and worst addictions is a good idea.” Theo lets out, his hands travelling around from your hips to claimingly plant his palms on the curve of your ass. “But I really don’t care. Please, Y/N?”

You hum, and redirect his head to look at you. Your mouth catches another breath of smoke, and then you simply blow it at his face, making him squint through the smoke.

“Promise me you’ll take a break tomorrow.” You say, and take another drag from the cigarette, seeing the way he eyes your lips as you do so. “Then we can talk.”

Theo simply remains silent, eyes on your mouth, at least until you tug at his hair and make him look at you properly.

“Promise.” He mumbles, looking back down, only to let out a pained gasp when you yank his hair.

“Like you mean it, Theo.” You say, and he lets out a frustrated breath.

“Fucking hell.” He says, and then rolling his eyes, forces his mouth down to yours, kissing you despite how you pull his hair. “I promise to take a break.”

“There you go.” You praise, and kiss him back at last, mouth moving against his. You break a breath away, only to murmur into his mouth, “Wasn’t that hard, was it?”

“I’ll be harder if you kiss me again.” He says unexpectedly, and you burst out laughing, fingers relenting in his hair. His tone was entirely serious, but that doesn’t stop him from grinning when he sees the joy on your face, eyebrows raised. “What?”

“I can’t fucking breathe.” You wheeze out, feebly holding the cigarette as you crumple into his chest. “You’re killing me Theo. You’re killing me.”

”There there.” He says, voice low as his hands gently ghost over your back. “Breathe.”

”I can’t.” You say, despite taking a deep breath at his command.

“Want me to perform CPR or what?”

“That just sounds like an excuse to kiss me.”

“So what? Rather we keep shotgunning as an excuse?”

icl when its fictional, smoking is lowkey kinda hot..... however my motivating factor is fear, and im terrified of lung cancer!!!!

#marcie writes ✭˖*°࿐#theodore nott #theo nott #theodore nott x reader #theo nott x reader #theodore nott x y/n #theo nott x y/n #slytherin boys

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redskull199987 · 7 months

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i have two so I'll probably send them separately, but at the same time I feel like that would be a lot of notifications (also fem reader please); #1 is giving mike schmidt head under his desk while he's at work and stuff , #2 is like playing with mike's hair and stuff to help him sleep and cuddling with him , and #3 is mike bending reader over his desk and going to down because he's had a pretty bad shift and needs to relieve stress. you can just do one or all, it's up to you

First of all, this is only one of these three requsts, the second one to be precise. The others will follow of course, don't worry. Until then, I hope that you enjoy this one. I had lots of fun writing this:D

So hear my Voice, remind you not to bleed

Mike Schmidt x fem!reader Request Word Count:1.3k Warnings:tooth rotting fluff,kissing and hugging, that’s all, slight movie spoilers Summary:You knew that your Boyfriend had trouble falling asleep, so you did everything you could to help him find his way into sweet sweet dreamland…

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You felt like shit. At least, that was the short version. And the longer one wasn't even that much longer. To put it simply, you had an awfully long week. And that was probably an underestimation.

You fought murderous animatronics, a creepy dude in a bunny costume, a feral cupcake and after all that shit, you barely escaped with your life. And while you were fortunate and had only obtained a few minor scratches and bruises here and there, Mike had a few life threatening flesh wounds and Vannesa was lucky to be alive at all, after her father had stabbed her.

Your Bones ached and your head was pounding, as you finally made your way home. Unfortunately, you couldn’t just ask your Boss to give you a few days off because you had several Animatronic-induced wounds scattered over your body. Heck, you were happy you didn’t just lose your job after not showing up for three days in a row.

All you could do was tell them that you got involved in a car accident and that you and your boyfriend had been in the hospital for a few days. Much to your favor, they believed you and the fact that Vanessa was still in the Hospital only backed up your little lie.

Your Mind was still racing, as you reached your little Home. It was already dark outside, as you stepped into the comfort of your Apartment. You saw Lights coming from the Living Room and the Sound of the TV slowly made its way into your Brain and pushed away the gruesome memories of the Pizza-Plex.

“Mike?”, You shouted into the darkness,”Abby? I’m Home.”

You didn’t receive an answer, so you quickly discarded your shoes and Jacket and walked into the Living Room. Only now, you noticed Abby sitting in front of the Sofa, drawing with her Crayons and listening to the sound of the TV.

“Hey Abbs.”, You smiled and leaned down to greet the little Girl. She practically beamed at you and gave you a small hug.

“Have You eaten yet? Where’s Mike?”, You quickly asked again as you rose back to your feet.

“Yes, we had Spaghetti with meatballs.”, Abby stated happily,”And Mike said he was tired and went to sleep already. He told me I could stay up for a little bit longer:”

“Okay then.”, You mumbled, gently running a hand through Abby’s Hair,”I’ll go join your Brother in Bed. Don’t stay up too late, okay Love?”

Abby nodded at you profusely before turning her focus back on the Half finished Drawing in front of her. You looked at her once more, before deciding to finally go see your Boyfriend in your shared bedroom. You knew that he was always tired. Even before you started dating. You knew what you were getting yourself into.

But after recent events, his insomnia seemed to get severely worse. He could barely fall asleep anymore and even if he did, he’d be awake again a few hours later, jumping up with heavy breaths and a sweaty forehead. You always tried to comfort him and be there for him, but you still felt like you weren’t doing enough. Like, you should do more. But you didn’t know how.

With a sigh, You slowly pushed your bedroom door open. You were surprised as you realized that the lights were still on and Mike was sitting in the middle of the Bed, still fully dressed.

“Mike?”, You asked with furrowed brows,”Are You okay, my Love?”

He didn’t answer you at first. Only as you got closer and sat down next to him, he looked at you.

“S-Sorry, must’ve been lost in my thoughts again. I didn’t notice you coming in.”, Mike explained. His voice was raspy and tired. With a soft smile, you grabbed his hand, squeezing it lightly:”It’s okay, don’t worry. You wanna go to sleep?”

Mike only gave you a nod and got up to change into his sleeping attire,which consisted of a Shirt and some sweatpants. You quickly followed him over to the wardrobe and before he could pull off his hoodie, you carefully hugged him from behind, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I love You.”, you uttered against his skin. You could see how the hair on the back of his neck stood on end and the shiver that went down his spine.

“I love you too.”, Mike answered, taking a hold of your hands and turning around in your embrace. For the first time today he gave you a smile. A lazy one, but you saw that it was genuine. You quickly leaned forward, planting a kiss on his cheek, before you connected your lips with his in a tender kiss. You felt his hands wander to your waist and he pulled you closer. Warmth radiated off of his Body, while his lips worked against your own in passion.

As you finally parted due to the lack of oxygen, both Mike and you were panting against each other's lips. It was quiet for a few minutes and no one said anything, while the two of you just enjoyed each other's company.

But then you reached for the hem of his hoodie and as Mike realized what your plan was, he obediently raised his arms, so that you could pull the hoodie off of his body. After you let the Hoodie fall to the Floor, Mike grabbed the Hem of your sweater and the two of you repeated the whole action, but with your roles reversed this time.

It didn’t take long, until you were both in your sleeping attires after you lazily helped changing each other.

With a drowsy smile, You grabbed Mike’s hand and pulled him back towards the bed. You had of course noticed that his expression wasn’t really the happiest, as he was afraid of having nightmares again. He had told you about them. It was always the same. He saw Abby, Vanessa or You getting stabbed by William Afton and there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t move or scream. He just had to witness it.

“Come here.”, You mumbled and held out your hand as you saw that Mike was hesitating to lay down. His gaze wandered from the sheets to your face and it seemed like the soft smile you gave him did the trick on him. He gently grabbed your hand and let himself be pulled down by you. As his head was laying comfortably in the crook of your neck and your hands were slowly brushing through his hair, Mike let out a deep sigh.

“It’s okay. I’m here with you, Mike.”, You mumbled into his ear. You felt how his arms slung around your waist, pulling you closer.

“I know.”, Mike muttered under his breath,”You’re here.”

He took a deep breath in again, before you finally felt his body relax against yours. You quickly grabbed the blanket, pulling it over the two of you.

“Just concentrate on my voice.”, you said, soothingly rubbing his back with one hand, while the other still brushed through his hair to calm him down,“Listen to my voice. You’re not alone. I’m here with you.”,

“You’re here with me.”, Mike repeated quietly. You only nodded and continued to mumble sweet nothings into his ear. And within Minutes, you felt his grip on you loosen ever so slightly, while his breath became more even.

With a soft smile, You kissed the crown of his head once more, before also letting your eyes fall shut. If Mike could sleep, you could sleep too. And if he woke up, You would wake up too, no matter what.

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multifandomfanficss · 2 months

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A Pretty Damn Good Solution

Egon Spengler x Reader

Prompt: When Egon finds out you’ve been having nightmares all week, he decides to find a way to help you by conducting a sleep study.

Warnings: Nightmares, panic attacks, sleep deprivation, and insomnia.

A/N: This is GN!Reader with no pronouns specified. The Egon brainrot is so real so please enjoy this incredibly self-indulgent fic I wrote to the cope with my work stress induced nightmares. Crossposted on my AO3 adriansglasses.

You woke up breathing heavy, in a cold sweat. You hear quick, clumsy footsteps running through the hallway of the firehouse. At first you’re confused. You’re still out of it and you’re scared. Suddenly Egon is busting through your doorway. His glasses are crooked, his pj shirt is buttoned incorrectly, the buttons not matching the holes. He has a proton pack slung over his back. He must have been in a hurry to get to you.

“Are you okay?! I heard you scream.” He looks at you with confusion. “I thought one of the ghosts had breached the containment unit.”

“I’m sorry. I just had a nightmare.” You apologize, still trying to collect yourself. You’re shaking like a leaf.

“Oh.” He looks at you sadly, taking off his proton pack. He sits on the bed, straightening out his glasses. The bed dips, shifting you towards him.

“I apologize for my appearance and demeanor. I was under the impression you were in danger.” He looks down at his shirt, fixing his buttons.

“I’m sorry I worried you.” You say, sheepishly.

“No, don’t be.” He draws out the o on the no, speaking softly, inflecting his tone upwards to try to bring you comfort. He gives you a soft smile, to match his tone.

You sit in silence for a few minutes. Egon isn’t quite sure what to say, but you don’t mind. Despite his awkwardness, he was still deeply comforting.

“I forgot to ask. Are you okay?” He breaks the silence.

“Not really. I’ve been having nightmares all week.” You begin to fidget with a string on your blanket.

“(Y/N), why didn’t you say something?” He asks.

“I didn’t wanna bother anyone.” You shrug your shoulders.

“You’re living in a building with several scientists who care about your well being. I assure you that you wouldn’t be bothering us. We could have helped you. You should have at the very least spoken to Peter. His concentration is psychology.” Egon tried not to lecture you, but he was confused as to why you were suffering alone instead of asking for help. He didn’t like to see you in pain.

“I guess I thought I should be able to deal with it on my own.” You avoid eye contact. Egon finally puts the pieces together. It wasn’t always easy for him to read social que’s, but he could read his friends easily enough.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed. Everyone has nightmares. They could be caused by a number of reasons. Typically mine are caused by stress, but I’ve since figured out how to get a handle on them through scientific means. Where they used to be constant, they’re now more rare for me.” He sympathizes.

“I didn’t know you had nightmares like that. I’m sorry.” You respond.

“They’re handled.” He pauses for a moment, thinking. “I believe it would be beneficial for me to conduct a sleep study on you starting tomorrow night, with your consent of course.”

“Do you really think it’ll help?” You look at him, desperate for an answer to your problem.

“Yes. I’ll have everything ready tomorrow night, but do you need anything before I go?” He asks.

“Can I please have a hug?” You request. Usually you’d be embarrassed, but right now you didn’t care. Egon had been the greatest comfort you’d had in the last several nights.

“Of course.” He smiles, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks. The hug is awkward at first, but you both relax into it. He’s warm and his pajama shirt is soft. While Egon’s presence is always calming, his steady breathing and heartbeat do wonders to bring you back to a more relaxed state. He begins to rub your back. “We’ll get to the bottom of this and just remember you’re not alone.”

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The next night you’d shown up to Egon’s lab as requested. You’re surprised to see he’s set up a cot with your favorite blankets and pillows. He was nothing if not observant.

“I gathered some things from your room in an effort to make you more comfortable.” He speaks, walking around the room, pressing buttons and moving things around.

“Thank you.” You smile. You sit down on the bed and Egon begins to fit wires to your forhead.

“May I?” He asks, gesturing to your chest.

“Um yes- yeah uh that’s okay.” You blush. Egon moves your shirt over and attaches wires over your heart. “I really appreciate you doing this.”

“Of course. It’s no problem, really. Do you need anything before you go to sleep? Can I get you a glass of water?” He asks.

“No, but can you explain how it’s gonna work again?” You lay down, attempting to get comfortable.

“While you’re asleep I should be able to see any changes in heart rate, breathing patterns, or brainwave activity. I can collect all the data I need and all you have to do is sleep.” He explains.

“Seems simple enough.” You give him a smile, despite your nerves.

Egon leaves the observation area and the lights dim. You close your eyes and fall asleep.

About 2 hours into the study Egon starts to notice a rapid elevation in heart rate and your breathing becomes heavier and inconsistent. He scribbled down notes, watching your brainwave patterns until you shoot up gasping. You start to pull at the wires attached to you, not remembering why they’re there. Egon enters the room with his journal and pen in hand. He approaches your bed.

“You’re okay. You’re in my lab, remember? I have to say that was quite interesting. How long did it feel like you were stuck in that nightmare?” He asks.

“Uh I- I don’t know, like hours?” You debate, trying to catch your breath.

“You were asleep for about 2 hours, but you only entered REM state about 15 minutes ago, which is when you started dreaming.” He takes down more notes.

“Only 15 minutes?” You ask, your voice and body shakey. Egon pulls a chair up to sit next to you. He lays his journal on your bed and takes your hand in his. He begins to feel your pulse. You instantly start to calm by his touch. He’s observant of this. He decides to keep holding your hand even after he’s done checking your pulse in an effort to keep you calm. He writes with one hand and holds your hand with the other.

“Can you tell me a bit about the dream?” He asks.

“I was alone in the firehouse and the containment unit broke and I was being chased by a demon. I woke myself up before it caught me.” He gives you a look. On one hand he feels bad that you were so scared, but on the other hand he’s intrigued.

“How did you wake yourself up?” He asks.

“I have like this thing I do if I need to escape a dream. I feel like I’m pushing and pulling and clawing my way out of reality, like I’m trying to swim through molasses until I wake up.” You tell him.

“That’s amazing. From my end your adrenaline spiked enormously. I didn’t realize you were doing that on purpose.” He scribbles down some more notes.

“Yeah. I guess that’s a thing I do.” You say awkwardly. “Did you get anything useful?” You ask.

“Yes, but I’ll have to run more tests throughout the week.” He closes his journal, turning to you. He realizes he’s still holding your hand. He doesn’t let go. He was so excited by the scientific aspects of the experiment he forgot why he was doing this in the first place. “We’re going to figure this out, but until then I’m here.” He smiles at you, giving you a look of sympathy.

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The next two nights went similarly to the first one. You would have nightmare and Egon would remind you everything was okay before sitting down next to you to take notes as you recounted the dream. Your dreams were often about being chased or not being able to save someone. You would usually use your emergency escape out of your dreams. Talking about your dreams helped. It gave you an outlet and it aided Egon’s studies. The two of you had fallen into a routine and it was starting to help.

Tonight was different. Egon watched as your heart rate spiked and your breathing patterns began to change. Your brain activity was off the charts. He knew you’d be up soon. He watched as you tried and failed to pull the emergency break. You begin to thrash in bed. He wonders why you haven’t woken up. He enters the room just in time for you to shoot up screaming and covered in sweat. You begin to hyperventilate, crying out. “Egon!” You cry for him. Tears start to stream down your face. He runs to your bed.

“It was just a dream. You’re okay. You’re safe. I’m here. Everything is okay, (Y/N).” Egon tries to keep his voice calm, but he speaks with urgency. He places his hands on your shoulders, trying to ground you. You can’t get your breathing under control.

“I- I couldn’t get out! I couldn’t get out! I was stuck and I couldn’t get out!” You’re speaking a mile a minute.

“(Y/N), look at me. You’re awake now. You’re safe. I won’t let anything hurt you. I need you to try to breathe with me. (Y/N), what’s three things that you can see?” He asks, trying to bring your focus back to reality.

“I can’t” You sob, unable to focus.

“Yes, you can. What’s three things you can see?” He repeats.

“I see your journal. It’s in the chair.” You try.

“Good that’s two things.” He smiles.

“Your pen is on the floor.” You continue.

“I dropped it when I rushed in to check on you. What’s two things you can hear?” He asks.

“The clock is ticking really loudly and- and I can hear… the heater is on.” You tell him, listening closely.

“Good. What’s one thing you can touch?” He asks.

“Can I touch you?” You ask, hesitantly.

“Yes, thank you for asking.” He smiles. You grab his hand, beginning to trace all the lines and wrinkles on it. You learn every detail of his fingerprints. Tracing the indents and following the patterns comforts you.

“Are you feeling a bit better?” He asks.

“Yeah. I’m sorry. I’m just having one of those moments where it’s hard to tell what’s real and what‘s fake. I woke up from a nightmare, but it was just another nightmare. I don’t know if I’ve ever had a dream inside of a dream before. I thought that was just in movies.” You keep tracing his hand.

“No, it’s real unfortunately, but so am I and so are you. This is real.” He gestures between you. Part of himself means that the two of you are real and your interaction is real, but another part of him meant something different. The care you have for each other is real too, very real.

“I hate that I’m still tired. I don’t wanna go back to sleep, but I know I have to.” You sigh.

“Would it make you feel better if I stayed in here with you?” He asks. While he’d usually be too awkward to ask this, his solution is based in science. All of his research points to his presence being a comfort. This gave him more confidence.

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” You hope you’re not being an inconvenience.

“If I minded I wouldn’t have offered. I want you to feel like you’re not alone.” He gives your hand a squeeze.

“I think that would help me a lot actually.” You start to shift, laying back down in bed. Egon gets up to turn the light back off, kicking off his shoes and lab coat before getting back into bed with you.

“I figured it might.” He smiles. He always loved when his scientific theories were proven right, especially one that benefited both of you so much. It brought both of you comfort to be in each other’s arms. Egon’s presence was enough for you to sleep soundly for the rest of the night and he was happy to know that you felt safe and calm. Even if it was only a temporary solution to your problems, it was still a pretty damn good solution.

“Goodnight, Egon.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

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s3crificialbrides · 9 days

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YUI KOMORI HC’S

A/N: heyyy! I got a lot of really good feedback from my post about the mukami brothers! And everyone seemed really interested! So here’s so more! Regarding the mention of my AU I will be doing a small guide to what I’ve been working on so you all can enjoy it to the fullest extent!

Mentions of SH, ED, and religious imagery

- Grew up strictly Catholic. So even now she does the cross across her chest when she sees a statue or a painting of Christ, God, and The Virgin Mary. As well as before she prays.

- Favorite historical figure is Joan of Arc cause she related to her so heavily as she also thought she could hear the word of god as a child. Turns out it was something else

- Has a very dull appearance. Dirty blonde hair and brown eyes rather than the vibrant pink eyes and blonde hair

- Had doubted her faith a lot, even more since living with the Sakamaki’s

- has pretty prevalent SH habits, these doubled when she started living with the Sakamaki’s as well

- Her and Cordelia share a brain and body, rather than an awakening in my AU Yui has had contact with Cordelia since puberty

- Cordelia can switch places with Yui easily due to their connection

- Her relationship with her “father” is rocky. Since a young girl she denied a lot of what the church taught her and her father would punish her. The nuns really cared for her more

- was exorcised due to her telling an older nun that she was hearing voices, this has happened twice within this universe

- favorite animals are little rodents. Mice are really her favorite out of them all, she thinks they’re sweet and thinks their big ears are funny

- definitely a Cinderella lover, she relates a lot

- lowkey a picky eater? But mostly because she’s constantly stressed out and eating makes her feel sick.

- hates hates HATES dolls. Her and Kanato don’t really get along well due to this fear of her’s

- she actually tries really hard to be nice to every person she meets, but after some time at the manor she really stopped caring as much and her personality also dulled

- Horrible Social anxiety, she literally only has herself or Cordelia for a good majority of time

- smoked weed once with a guy she met when she was living with her father still and actually really liked it. Has partook time to time in the current events of the au, but it’s limited cause Reiji threatened to cut her soiled lungs out of her body if she continued. When in the Mukami manor she partakes more often but its anxiety inducing now.

- In my au Yui is a mixed blood, solely due to Cordelia sharing her body for years. Yui is technically a vampire, when she hit puberty and got her period that’s when Cordelia started talking and engaging with her more often. So when Yui arrives to the manor the awakening was already in process

- Wanted to be a writer as a kid and would sneak out to read books from the nearby library

- has a fear of dogs as well

- ED habits, this started when she first arrived at the manor due to the way the brothers would prod at her skin plus influence from Cordelia

- hates Coffee

- Demi romantic and Demi sexual- meaning she needs a genuine connection with a person before dating/having sex

- claims she doesn’t have favorites but is seen more with Subaru and Reiji more than the other brothers. Does indeed have favorites at the Mukami manor, and it’s Azusa and Yuma

- hates apples a lot

- has had horrible insomnia since a kid

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers fandom #diahell #komori yui #dialovers

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masterofengene · 1 year

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Enhypen's reaction to you having insomnia.

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heeseung

You stress him out.

Totally stressed

He knows it isn't your fault, he just wishes he could help

He has seen you not sleep for days on end, it saddens him

He makes you herbal tea (if you like tea)

Puts on piano covers for you

He even pulls you in for cuddles just to help you relax, he knows you may not even fall asleep but he just wants to try.

Jay

A literal angel

He always tries to stay up with you on the nights your insomnia is really bad. He couldn't stand the thought of falling asleep next to you while your body wouldn't let you.

(He does fall asleep)

He would try to convince you to go to the doctor and get medicine sorted out.

He helps put ice to your eye bags on days that they are really prominent, reminds you how beautiful you are

Sunghoon

He researches natural home remedies, non harmful ways to get you to fall asleep.

He cuddles you, rubs your back and hums a quiet tune to you.

He will smile so warmly if he notices your breathing even out. Even if you aren't sleeping at least your relaxed.

He knows he has a hectic schedule, so he jokes that he is happy you're always awake when he gets home.

Jake

Poor baby didn't realize it for a hot minute. For about 4 months actually.

It wasn't until he realized you always text him back no matter what time it was, "do you even sleep?" It was a joke it wasn't until you were like "half the time, no."

Oh no no no

He calls your mom to find out ways to help, see what helped you when you were younger

He listens to your sleep deprived rants before he pulls you down to watch a movie.

If you have medicine for it, you best believe he is gonna hype you up so you take it

Sunoo

He notices things. He's very attentive, especially to you.

Eventually he noticed that your eye bags never seem to fade even a little bit. Sure some days they were darker, but they were always there.

He didn't ask either, it was like one day he just knew. He buys vitamins that help with stress, and relaxation for you.

Buys things to help with eye bags and swelling (if you want him to)

"Come on, your eye bags are Gucci let's take care of them."

He would say that lovingly of course, of course he would do the night time routine with you.

He would massage your back until you fell asleep, even if you would wake up after five minutes.

He cares so much, he feels so bad when he knows you haven't slept in a while.

Jungwon

He knows that realistically not much can help besides going to the doctor.

He asks you at least once a week to go to the doctor.

He just wants you to be okay, he's already stressed. He worries about you.

He has seen you struggle to put words together from not being able to sleep.

When he knows you haven't slept in days he won't let you leave his room. He's gonna keep you in the room and cuddle you until you st least relax.

A nap, power nap, full blown sleep.

You won't leave his arms until some variation of sleep happens.

Niki

He's just so-

He buys you those vitamins. You know the ones, I know you do.

He would probably buy insense and essential oil, natural sleep inducers.

Everything he does he does it passionately, that includes loving you and taking care of you.

When you start spending the night with him he is gonna accommodate his room to you and change the lighting, anything to help you sleep easier

Has about 4 pillows just for you, even if he is your favorite pillow.

Asks his hyungs for help on nights you can't seem to get your brain to stop

#enhypen #enhypen jay #enhypen heeseung #enhypen jake #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen sunoo #enhypen jungwon #enhypen niki #enhypen reactions

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softxsuki · 2 months

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Hiii, i just joined the club and everything here is amazing!!! I absolutely love how you write and i wanted to make a request if it's ok, it's half urgent half not...let me explain: these last days have been very stressful for me and i have been trying to find a comfort mha fanfic for a simular situation as mine, i feel like a i need attention but now just soft one like a worried kind one and not from a partner but from more like a fatherlike figure i need to feel secure and cared for to relax before i breakdown :")...idk if you take requests with characters other than bakugou etc but i really wanted to request this fan fic:

Reader is part of class 1A and she's been having trouble at home and training hard plus insomnia, in other words she's not feeling too great but she always takes part i class, trains and never skips anything. Mr Aizawa has noticed that the last few days reader seemed out of it so he decides to have a talk with her after class but reader in that specific day has been feeling much worse than the other past days of exhaustion and while Mr Aizawa is expressing his concerns and trying to get her to talk to him she has a stress induced seizure and then passes out from then all carrying reader for urgent check up and the comfort. :))

I would be so happy if you took this request...thank you so much for all your hard work!!

Aizawa Comforts Reader Who Has A Stress-Induced Seizure

Warnings: Mentions of seizures, stress, insomnia, alluding to at-home troubles

Note: Hey, welcome to my blog it's great to have you! I don't write for Aizawa anymore because I'm just really bad at writing for him as you'll see NBFHKEAFJ. But I wanted to make this for you since it's a topic I haven't been asked for yet, but moving forward for anyone reading this, I do not write for Aizawa so please don't send any requests for him :3. I have a full list of characters that I do write for on my navigation page if anyone wants to check that out. But hopefully this does it's job for you! All my urgent requests are written in headcanon format so I hope that's okay! I hope the stresses in your life ease up so you can get the rest you need ! <3

You could feel your head pounding as Aizawa asked you to stay for a few moments after class, a worried expression on his usual stoic face

It had been a tough week for you, with your usual troubles at home and the countless nights you’ve had without sleep

Yet instead of taking a break, you pushed yourself even harder, training every day and never missing a class

It got to the point where Aizawa could see how out of it you were, hence why he pulled you aside

You could hardly focus on the words he was saying, but by the look on his face it seemed like it was serious

Tingles shot up your body as the pounding in your head grew more severe, and before you knew it, your body was convulsing

Alarmed, Aizawa supports your head, waiting for your violent shakes to cease from the little knowledge he held about seizures fill his mind, but once you go still, you're passed out from your lack of sleep and fatigue that had filled your body these past few days

He lifts you up and brings you to Recovery Girl who watches over you until you finally wake up later in the day when classes are over

Upon opening your eyes, you see Aizawa asleep in a seat beside the bed in the room

“Aizawa Sensei,” you say softly, making the older man jolt at the sudden noise, his eyes immediately on you as he sits up

“How are you feeling?” He asks with a sigh, rubbing his tired eyes

It was the most rest you’d gotten the whole week so of course you felt a lot better, but you could see the slight furrow in Aizawa’s brows as you speak, letting him in on your rough week and how you’ve been feeling in general

“L/N…you’re a great student and I know you want to give it your best, I see the effort you’re putting in, but you can’t do it at the expense of your health. Take the next few days off recuperating at the dorms. I’ll have Uraraka or Yaoyorozu bring you any work you miss. Don’t bring yourself to your breaking point like this again”

He’s stern, and stoic as usual, but you can hear the tinge of concern in his tone, you’re his student so of course he’d be worried about you just suddenly collapsing and having a seizure like that

You were ready to protest–how could you go a full week without training? You’d fall behind your classes. Seeing your inner turmoil, Aizawa speaks again

“You’re free to train after class hours for no longer than an hour each day, I’ll have one of your classmates observe you…Just know your teachers are here for a reason, even if you feel like you can’t come to me, every teachers here at UA has an obligation to be there for their students, so reach out if you need it. I’ll be stopping by the dorms to check in on everyone more frequently from not on, so please rest”

You nod your head in agreement, with Aizawa’s support perhaps you could work your way through your troubles and stresses moving forward in a better way

You were a future hero, if you couldn’t properly take care of yourself, how could you save anyone else?

With a small smile, Aizawa pats your head, standing up from his seat as he nudges his head towards the door

“Then let’s get you back to the dorms, Recovery Girl said you were set to head back once you woke up”

And with that, Aizawa leads you back to the dorms where everyone is informed of your situation (briefly) to make sure you actually do rest instead of overworking yourself again for the next few days and even moving forward in general

Not only do you have your teachers support, but even the support of your classmates

Posted: 4/15/2024

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #mha x y/n #mha x you #mha x female reader #bnha x fem!reader #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #aizawa x you #aizawa x y/n #mha headcanons #mha comfort #bnha headcannons #bnha comfort #aizawa headcanons #aizawa comfort

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ashestoashesjc · 9 months

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Heather looked busy. That was important. Keeping up appearances. Dragging icons around on her desktop, typing nonsense into blank Excel spreadsheets. She picked up the shiny black office phone, mimed some casual discourse, replaced the receiver, repeat. No one would know what she was actually up to.

Not even she knew. Not really. But her orders had been clear. Behave as you ordinarily would. Greet co-workers. Take lunch. Answer calls. Above all: act natural. Await further instructions.

They’d come in the middle of the night, this first ominous set of directives. Not through email, not over the phone or via text message. Who knows who else would have listened in?

Heather had been lying in bed, unable to sleep. A few hours earlier, she’d taken half a dozen melatonin tablets, but in a self-sacrificial act of rebellion, her mind remained attentive, buzzing. The sheep, she’d lost count of somewhere around five hundred.

She struggled to remember where she’d left off. Instead, tomorrow’s meeting with Jensen, head editor at the publisher, sure to be a massive ego-fueled shitshow, drifted always to the forefront of her consciousness.

Then: 548.

Heather froze. Who was that?

It was a thought, certainly. It bounced around the confines of her skull with the intimate tenor of a thought.

But it wasn’t one of hers. Of that, she was sure.

She’d never really noticed before, had never paid it much mind, but her usual internal dialogue had a familiar timbre. Not her own necessarily. Maybe her mother’s? Maybe the daycare assistant from her youth with a face and voice like a fairy’s. Maybe some whimsical, maternally judgmental amalgamation. But there was safety in recognition.

And this voice was altogether new.

Deep, crystalline, cutting, like a beacon through dense fog. It spoke with a certainty warmed by a patience that, even wrapped in enigma, had an oddly soothing effect on Heather.

548, the strange voice repeated.

Heather grappled with the implications of responding. What would it mean if she did? What would it say of her mental state? Had she taken too many melatonin or not taken enough?

Finally, “549,” conceded Heather in her own internal voice. No harm talking to yourself, she told herself.

They continued, Heather and the voice, for some time. 633, 782, 805…

Heather had begun to nod off. Her eyes sealed tight, her breathing slowed, longer and longer intervals stretched between replies. She was right on the precipice of total submersion.

Are you awake, said the voice.

She started. One eye squinted ajar. “Now I am.”

It’s always difficult for me to tell, it said with apologetic notes.

She wondered to herself, “Always?”

And then the voice said, How are things at work?

Heather so loved discussing the source of her stress-induced insomnia, particularly with disembodied delusions. “Peachy.”

I can sense that things are not, in fact, ‘peachy.‘

“Then why’d you ask?”

It’s the polite thing to do.

Heather felt the polite thing to do would be to not mention work at all.

How long have you been there?

If there was one thing Heather couldn’t stand, beyond subway cars packed like pop-tab cans of Vienna sausages or men who falsely added inches to any applicable measurement, it was first dates.

She found the idea of concentrating yourself and all your hopes and dreams and desires into capsule form unthinkably depressing. Interviewing for a life partner. What do you do, what are you looking for, do you like dogs, how many dogs do you see in your future, would you be willing to move to a farm, one with animals, where the only animals are dogs, check these boxes ‘yes’ if soulmate. Bleak shit.

But at least with first dates there was the ever-lingering option of sex, to bestow or withhold. Right now her strongest desire was to be asleep and alone.

The voice sighed.

Let me be frank, it said.

“Frank, John. You can be whoever you want to be, pal.” Slurred and mumbled, the melatonin had begun to make her a bit delirious.

The voice took a moment, carefully selecting its next words.

What if I told you… things are not as they seem?

Heather scoffed. Thinking you perfectly understand the world was something you either grew out of or didn’t, and very often those who hadn’t made careers of extolling their wisdom to the insanely gullible.

“Were they ever?”

Quiet. I’m serious.

There hadn’t been much in the way of levity to its voice to begin with. Here, though, the temperature dipped to freezing.

Heather didn’t know why, perhaps it was the kiddy gloves with which she was being handled, maybe it was the precious moments of rest she was losing going back and forth with a voice in her head, but she prickled.

“Well, so am I,” she said, alert with defiance. “Weird, unexpected shit happens constantly. Every week there’s some new species discovery or unidentified flying whatever-the-hell. Last month, NASA figured out dark matter. Or antimatter. One of the two. I’m desensitized to the scope of how much I don’t know.”

The voice didn’t respond. As the silence lengthened, Heather sighed. The voice was gone, dissipated into the ether with every other Ambien hallucination and ill-conceived one night stand.

There she was: floating, delicately gliding, into that blurred pastel haze that precedes slumber. Deeper, deeper, deeper…

Your Earth is due to be replaced.

Heather was awake.

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cannibal-nightmares · 1 month

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apothecary's log: cannibal's schizophrenic insomnia survival guide

this is just an extremely extremely loose review on one night of drinking this tea, for anyone's interest. I'm not going to edit or formalize this, especially given that this is based around sleep, so I want to depict my thoughts as they were. (also slightly interesting to see how my text patterns change)

foreword: I picked up this tea just because I wanted something lavender-tasting; I genuinely did not expect anything to actually become of it's effects, though I probably would have if I had actually read the ingredients.

physically: actually made me sleepy, which was unexpected, as per my original (un)intentions of buying this. made me a bit disoriented-- I couldn't tell if it's similar to the imbalance melatonin causes me, or if it was due to general induced-sleepiness paired with the symptoms of chronic vertigo. "dizzy" isn't quite the word here: it feels like the wakefulness from sleepwalking, like I move and then I realize I've moved, it unbalances me, I resolve the slight panic, repeat. it's like trying to do a task while high. maybe I'll try actively doing something for my curiosity the next night. I really didn't experience anything unpleasurable (ex, some teas that give me heart palpitations)

mentally: didn't experience much change in my mental state other than feeling I could freely slip into daydreams (with paranoia and constant critique, this is not always the case). background chatter remained at the same volume, corherency, and tone. I felt my focus alter: normally when I "get off track," I make mental tabs on where I was and where to reference back to after I go down a rabbit hole, but with this tea, no tabs were granted. I barely felt slightly annoyed with this, much less concern (though any semblance of "panic," as described, was mildly entertaining within the context), so, so far, no unpleasant mental effects.

I tried to do some cross-referencing on some of the ingredients in this tea, but results were mixed and contradicted each other, and--I'll be honest--my tired hypochondriac ass got a bit spooked trying to read about consuming poppy (and then confused... more on this later). I'm sure I could read on it upon a mornings wake.

waking up: I woke up interrupted to a phone call, but had felt like I had been waking up, anyways. I woke up sleepy, but not drowsy or miserably tired. I'm not sure that I moved much in my sleep, which is often a problem for me; as for dreams, they were busy and plot-thick but might have been due to how stressed I've been. They did physically feel a touch different, though, so there's room for further observation, especially because I think i was grinding my teeth again, based on a mild headache (something that seems to have lessened and momentarily disappeared in taking cbd+cbg+∆9, but i have otherwise ground my teeth for far more than a decade now). Upon continually waking up, sleep gently melted away and has left me comfortably alert. Its hard to tell what dizziness is from vertigo or the tea; honestly, probably the former. Similarly, after standing up, I almost immediately starting hallucinating bugs (without fear and without total recognition until they vanished), which on one hand I wouldn't consider to be the factor of the tea, and on the other, I don't commonly see stuff upon waking up.

Overall, in its purpose, I slept through 5 hours. I'll take that as a win. Only after one night, 9/10, so far would recommend. Also it's delicious.

Some general unorganized notes of contrast: Valerian root (found in "Extra" Sleepytime brand tea) doesn't seem to do anything for me while awake, and induces consistently mildly disturbing dreams; CBD+CBG+∆9 is fast-acting in calm--doesn't make me sleepy or necessarily keep me asleep, but puts my mind and body at ease to make for productive and stress-free rest (of what I get); melatonin causes drowsiness as it kicks in and has me "fast travel" through the night, which I find more uncomfortable than productive

#apothecary's log #cannibal-nightmares rambles

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ggengariite · 8 months

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IT Headcanon: After they end up together romantically, Richie practically demands Eddie become the househusband. He wouldn't do this maliciously or anything. He just thinks that, if Eddie doesn't work, then he'll have more time to get the help he needs to detox from the lifetime of gaslighting, abuse, and manipulation he's gone through. He could focus on therapy and have actual doctors properly diagnose him with anything he may have. Which I personally think is just a severe case of anxiety and maybe (stress induced) insomnia

OMG YEAH I AGREE 100%

i also really like the opposite end of the whole spectrum where eddie gets a really messy job like being a mechanic (he’s totally a car guy and if i remember right that’s canon) to like hella push him out of his comfort zone

both r so cute though i think about adult reddie a lot they mean so much to me

#gengars silly rambles #it 1990 #it movie #it 2017 #it 2019 #reddie #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #reddie hc

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turtle-babe83 · 2 years

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Hi! Omg I’m obsessed with your work. I have a request if that’s ok lol. I was wondering what Leo would think if he walked into his female s/o smoking weed in her room at night for the first time. (I smoke every night before bed to help with sleep/anxiety/depression.) PLUS!! weed put me in the “mood” so do with that what you will 😘😘

Ok love you bye!!

You are too sweet! I have several friends and family who do this as well. Let me see what I can do! I think headcanon style with this one. 💙 Hope it’s to your liking and sorry it took so long!

Leo x F!Reader

Warning: Language, drug use, NSFW 18+ only

You and the leader in blue had become fast friends as you got to know the turtle brothers.

Leo was good at hiding his worries and anxiety, but you recognized the strain behind his eyes. You were quite familiar with it.

You chose to smoke weed as a medicine to relieve you of your stress-induced anxiety and depression and your loathsome insomnia.

You weren’t entirely sure how stoic, by-the-book Leo would react so you kept that to yourself.

After several months of friendship and tap dancing around feelings, you ended up becoming a couple.

One evening after patrol, Leo decided to surprise you and stopped by your apartment.

You weren’t expecting him and had just taken a hit on your blunt as your window slid open and he climbed inside.

“What’s that smell-oh.”

Leo looks at you with your wide eyes and look of panic. At first, he’s angry. You were hiding something from him and he didn’t like it. There weren’t supposed to be secrets between you two.

When tears fill your eyes, his face softens.

You explain how it helps with your anxiety and depression, and how it helps with your insomnia when nothing else seems to work.

He gets it, he really does. But he admonishes you to not keep things from him.

It takes a little while, but you finally both become comfortable with you indulging when he’s there with you.

Leo starts to catch on that you get very touchy-feely and affectionate when you smoke weed. He finally just straight up asks you about it.

When you confirm his suspicions, a new gleam comes into his eyes. Suddenly, your relationship moves up to the next level.

In time, the play-by-the rules leader tries it himself and finds it aids in his meditation. He “thanks” you rather vigorously for introducing him to it.

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possessionisamyth · 9 months

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So we know Jill has insomnia.

Whether this was a something she wrangled with since she was young or something she developed after her time at the Spencer Mansion, Jill has now had and dealt with insomnia for a good portion of her life. So there's very little doubt in my mind her insomnia was significantly worse after being Wesker's puppet for several years.

We see the pods where test subjects were put in when they're not being used. We see Jill's empty pod specifically when Chris brings it down. They were putting Jill in cryo-sleep for periods of time we do not know the length of. A type of sleep that's really just done to render the person unconscious like anaesthesia, so they don't know how much time has passed until they're told after they wake up.

How long it took Wesker to get Jill under full control is debatable, but even if I shave off 6 months-1 year for healing and brainwashing, that's still 2 whole years of drug-induced sleep being her only style of rest, and there's no way her body didn't get used to it.

I think a lot of her recovery was learning how to sleep again, and having to tell her doctors or psychologists that she's struggled with insomnia long before she was a puppet. Medicating her sleep doesn't really work anymore. It barely worked before, and resistance is stronger thanks to the virus.

Exhaustion comes to her in waves, but it's worse now. Laying in bed staring at the wall or the ceiling until she wants to scream. Closing her eyes with turning to lay on this side or the other side every 10 to 15 minutes because she's restless in a way she can't name. She tries tiring herself out with a home gym installed. She tries self medicating over the counter remedies combined with her prescriptions knowing she's playing a dangerous game. She tries drinking. Nothing quite works to turn her brain off, and when she does manage to fall asleep she's never sure which cocktail of actions led her to the result. It's also never for long. A few hours at the most. It's fitful, and the nightmares come freely.

Which part of her brain is sending her into the response? There's stress tests done. She's already exercising. Maybe she's more of a night owl? Maybe her inner clock never functioned like most jobs ask of people? She reads to try to relax since meditation isn't working. Her time off is exuberant, and her bills are paid, and there's food she doesn't always have to cook. Her bed is comfortable, and her place is a little messy but hers. She tries learning a new hobby or two. She tries going out to join the night life like she used to before work and bioweapons took over.

She still can't sleep. She's rightfully angry about it. How does anyone deal with doing "all the right things" to fix what's labeled a problem and the problem remains? Simple! She's forced to learn to live with it.

#resident evil #re #jill valentine #re5 #re analysis #headcanons

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youngbuckisms · 6 months

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I'm so sorry to be requesting another thing with ruby again, I understand if you're getting tired of it and you can ignore this if you want 😅 but I had a bit of a breakdown tonight again and can you write something like headcanons or whatever of her helping her partner when they're having a breakdown at night, like maybe she just helps them focus on plushies or toys or anything like that (or maybe the spikes on her jacket or the sunflower on her shoulder, I always love those because it's more personal), and then maybe resting in bed (nothing with sleep though because I have insomnia and thinking about sleeping is stressful and anxiety inducing for me, yes I know that sounds odd but I've been like this since I was in elementary school)

Um god I feel so awkward right now, you don't have to do this if I'm getting too annoying, it's... been a long day with chores and then anxiety

Ruby comforting her partner through a breakdown; headcanon list

Warnings: anxiety mention, panic attack mention, emotional breakdown

Notes: So sorry it took me forever to get to this one, oh my gosh. But I do hope you enjoy this one, hun. I always love writing for Ruby and as someone who used to regularly have breakdowns and panic attacks, I get it. So, I hope you enjoy and hopefully this mkes you feel a little better next time you aren't feeling too great!

— Ruby knew you had your struggles, of course, like anyone else did. She never pressured you into talking about what caused your restless days, the anxiety, or eventual meltdowns when all of it got to be too much.

— Ruby never minded helping you during these times either. And she made sure to tell you that any time you got nervous of her getting tired of “dealing” with your breakdowns — “I’m not dealing with it, I’m helping my partner, and I would do it a million times, no questions asked.”

— It was a particularly rough night as it was, as Ruby wasn't with you for the majority of it and the day had been enough stress to make anyone emotional, leaving you to sit on the floor in the middle of the apartment.

— When she had come home and saw the state you were in, she wasted no time in dropping her things and crouching down in front of you. Rather than overwhelm you further with questions, she gives you a soft smile and holds a hand out for you to take if you need.

— "It was a rough night, huh?" She asked as she gently carded her fingers through your hair, her other hand guiding yours to the spikes on her jacket, to touch and feel something that could ground you.

— It wasn't uncommon during moments like this that she would use small things like that to help you relax, making you focus on other things.

— One night, she had made you name all the colors on this rainbow zebra she had purchased for you some time ago. She was so gentle and kind that night, colored nails pointing to different colored strips to ask over and over "can you tell me this color?" in a soft tone.

— "My sweet baby," "my darling," "little angel." All gentle little praises as she guided your hand over different sized spikes, before leading your fingertips to trail along her tattoos to trace the black outline of them.

— She would stay there as long as you needed her to. Even if her legs get sore from being crouched for so long or her mouth got dry from constantly whispering sweet things to you.

— When you do calm down, Ruby always asks you what you want to do, making you choose between two options such as laying down or taking a bath. She can pick for you if you need her to, she never minds and always tries to read the situation as best as she can to decide what's best for you.

— Tonight, the two of you opted to lay down, snuggled in bed with legs tangled together and a plushie Ruby had gently pushed into your arms before holding you.

— "Call me next time, okay? I'll be there in a heartbeat."

— You could always count on Ruby.

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dearcat1 · 1 year

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(Stress induced insomnia)

Part 8 of Unfortunate Surprises

Sawada is annoyed. Xanxus doesn't know what the problem is, he only knows that the alpha's pacing is messing with his sleep. Xanxus stretches, humming under his breath. "Sawada."

The alpha stops, turning to Xanxus. "Did I wake you?" He walks closer to the bed, petting Xanxus's hair. "I'm sorry."

Xanxus jawns, "yes. Stop moving." It gets him a slight tug on his hair.

"I'll go pace outside," Sawada leans down to kiss Xanxus's cheek. "Sleep."

"No." Xanxus pulls Sawada into bed, rolling on his back so that he can hold Sawada against his chest, the alpha's forehead on his neck. "We are going to sleep." Xanxus's first attempt at a soothing purr gets cut off but he tries again and manages it. "It can be dealt with tomorrow."

"Damn it," but Sawada arches into Xanxus's hands. "Fine."

"Hmm."

He wakes again hours later, Sawada comfortably asleep on his chest. It takes him a moment to realize it's Sawada's phone vibrating in the nightstand but he bites back a growl when it becomes clear. It almost falls to the floor when Xanxus tries to grab it but he manages. "What?"

"Hey, Xanxus!" Takeshi is far too cheerful for the hour. "Is Tsuna busy?"

"Sawada is sleeping," like Xanxus should be. "What is it?"

"Nana wants to know if Tsuna is coming over for Christmas."

Why is that stressful? Xanxus doesn't understand it but it has to be. Sawada is an anxious guy but not to this level. Still, Xanxus doesn't want to wake him up so he needs to make some sort of decision. "I'll call you back." Just in case, however… "I'll get us a hotel room if we manage it."

Takeshi laughs, a little too obviously relieved. "Good, good. Iemitsu is coming over next week."

Ah. That'd be why. It's not a secret that Sawada has little regard for his father, even if the man is sporting the sort of denial his wife is most known for. "I see."

"Yeah…" Takeshi snorts, "you could probably get away with showing your face for a couple of hours."

That's a good idea. Xanxus could steal the alpha away, get them a little cottage or something so Xanxus can have all the attention he wants. "We're doing that." Xanxus has a holiday retreat to plan. "Bye."

"What are you plotting?" Sawada chuckles, dropping the phone aside as soon as Xanxus offers it.

"Holiday retreat." Xanxus bares his throat, perfectly aware that he's misleading but unwilling to stop his plans.

Sawada clicks his tongue. "Brat." He leans down to suck a mark on Xanxus's neck. "Are you earning yourself a spanking?"

"...no?" Xanxus's eyes widen. "You'll like it. I think..."

"Well," Sawada nuzzles him. "It's your gamble to make."

Xanxus shrugs, "I'm always good." And his ass is still always sore, fucking trash. His elements can't behave to save their lives, he might as well earn a session all by himself for once.

"That you are." Sawada's smile softens. "Perfect."

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