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silky-nereid · 3 months

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— deer in headlights || DARK CONTENT

tw: manipulative behavior, sleep deprivation, religious themes/behavior, degradation of self worth, minor injuries, false words of salvation, power imbalance.

Yandere!cult leader x cult member!reader/you

Yandere! Cult leader who was specially helped during your initiation into the commune and was involved more in your initiation rather than other newcomers.

Yandere! Cult leader who reaffirms that you’re special, more different from newcomers because he treats you different from the others.

Yandere! Cult leader who lets you sleep in for one more hour since he tries to not make it obvious that he favors you more but helps you catch up with the flow.

“It’s time to wake up.” He smiles, sitting next to your half awake form. “I know you don’t want to get up but you must. Come on, my heart.”

You waved him away and buried your face deeper into the layers of pillows. Trembling softly while the cold rings rubbed on your exposed back and your eyes peeled open. Turning over to look at him with the remaining bits of tiredness.

“Can’t I sleep a bit more?” You asked. “Can’t you let me sleep for a bit more.”

His smile grew, holding your cheek and pulling you into his embrace; aroma of herbs and fresh flowers surrounded him.

“I know that you don’t want to get up but you have to contribute to our cause,” he said. “I know how difficult it was for you to go through the rebirth. You had struggles but I was there to help you.”

Yandere! Cult leader who keeps you from the rest of the commune because he deems them as dirty and knows that you and him are the only clean ones.

Yandere! Cult leader who makes sure that you do the easiest jobs in the commune and somehow manages to get his eyes on you to make sure that you’re doing everything that he wants; near perfection.

Yandere! Cult leader who always has you in the front row to see your behavior and notices your wandering eyes during the morning sermon.

“Your eyes,” he said. “Why were they wandering?”

His hands remained on your shoulder, silver eyes that once held love now held a scrutinizing tone, your breathing was rapid thinking that if you decided to look away, his very glare would rip you down.

“I don’t,” you stammered, “know why..know why they wandered. It was—you’re upset with me?”

“Very upset, my heart.” His hand let go of your shoulder, holding your chin. “I know that you’re better than this. We both know this, has something caught your attention?”

“Why do you not let me do other jobs?” You asked. “I can do them. Let me try to recruit the lost ones to our—“

“You’re too important for those jobs, let’s stick to the jobs that you know,” he said. “You don’t need to be around such repulsive and filthy people, my heart.”

Yandere! Cult leader who desperately tries to find you in your usual job that he assigned but he couldn’t seem to find you.

Yandere! Cult leader who hears from a commune member that you somehow managed to sneak onto one of the many cars that was transporting members to the outside to recruit the lost ones.

Yandere! Cult leader who gets reports from members that your immediate family gets in contact with you and he immediately wants you back in the commune to repent and begin the cleansing ritual because he can’t have his favorite member falling back in their old ways of damnation.

“I gave you everything.” His hands rested on the cabinet. “My heart, you’re disgusting. The outside polluted you, you’re not pure anymore. Don’t be afraid, I will lead you back to your salvation.”

Cold knees against the wooden floor that carved into your bruised skin and only a thin towel was draped over your shoulders to cover your wet skin, sobs escaped your mouth and wracked your body. He slipped on gloves and walked towards you, wiping away the tears. A smile carved on his lips, tears dribbled further down and using a handkerchief to wipe away the remains of vomit from your cracked lips.

“I know that your stomach doesn't like tea,” he said. “It’s for precautions to get rid of the toxins from your insides, dear. See I know that you can handle this.”

“I don’t think I can,” you responded.

Yandere! Cult leader who makes you get up earlier than the others to begin your tight schedule and smiles when you go to him for basic necessities because he’s restricted every single luxury that you had before your stunt.

Yandere! Cult leader who occasionally leaves you sleep deprived and makes you repeat passages that he chose to drill into your mind since you’re too tired to focus on anything else.

Yandere! Cult leader who happily finishes your cleansing process and spoils you for the day. He no longer scrubbed your skin when it felt like it was bleeding but held you without the gloves and praised you for making it back to him.

You curled up in his arms, gasps escaped your mouth while parts of your limbs were still wrapped in bandages due to the harsh scrubbing process.

“Look at you, my heart.” He kissed the side of your temple. “You’re finally perfect and I intend to keep you this perfect.”

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absolute-flaming-trash · 1 year

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For my fellow readers with sleeping issues.

Pairing: Yandere!Mahito x Reader

SFW

Word Count: 2′557

Warnings: Yandere, Stalking, Sleep deprivation, Insomnia, Mindbreak if you squint, Noncon touching, Implied kidnapping.

“I swear to fucking god...”

You grabbed the bottle of melatonin off your nightstand and held it closer to your face, as if it would magically change the outcome of your current events.

You were tired. Painfully so. Insomnia was that bitch in your life that dangled the promise of sleep just out of reach, and would laugh at each and every failed attempt you’d make to get it.

The instructions on the off-white label were practically memorized by you at this point, but you still read them anyway on the off chance you had missed something.

‘Allow 1 tablet to dissolve under the tongue once per day or as directed by a physician. Recommended to reset circadian rhythm and for those with delayed sleep phase disorder’

You threw the bottle at the wall in frustration, ignoring the rain of pills that showered down after impact. You’d clean it up later.

It wasn’t enough. The “Extra Strength” claim on the label was nothing more than marketing bullshit since you had already taken three pills, and they had done fuck all. The tears of said frustration weren’t far behind, but you quickly wiped them away with the back of your hand. You were tired as hell, yeah, but nothing worth crying over just yet. It had only been about…

You counted the hours on your fingers.

...About a day and a half.

You frowned. That couldn’t be right.

You did it again, only to arrive at the same answer.

“God damnit!”

Your aggravation was emphasized with the slam of your bedroom door behind you. You were still in PJ’s, but fuck it. It was 3am and hardly anyone would be out anyways. You were going for a walk, since maybe that would actually do something for you.

You didn’t even bother to grab a jacket on your way out the front door.

The air was warm this time of year, despite it being so late… or early, depending on how you wanted to view it.

The city and all its concrete soaked up the heat from the sun during the daytime, and it would radiate it back out once the sun had set - allowing for a 24 hour rotation of heat that made you feel like a fucking rotisserie.

You smirked a little to yourself. Another thing to blame your sleep troubles on.

Like you suspected, there was hardly anyone out. The most activity you saw was at the back door at bars where the employees were locking up for the night, or at restaurants, where the work day had only just begun

You had no destination in mind as you walked. Thinking about one required too much effort, and you didn’t have the energy to contemplate such a thing. Besides, what good would it do to have one anyways if the point was simply to wander? Having one would make no sense.

After what felt like an hour, the ache in your feet had begun to override the blissful nothingness previously occupying your mind, and you leaned to rest against a stone wall that had been on your left side for the past little while.

Only then you noticed the significant drop of temperature in the air, and you looked around.

You weren’t in the city anymore.

At least not obviously. You were surrounded by vast amounts of green - illuminated only by the dull yellow lights that lined the paved walkway you stood on. It made the foliage that wasn’t touched by said light feel that much darker.

But it wasn’t just the lighting that made the atmosphere shift in the way it did.

No, something felt off. Similar to the sensation of being in a government building you had absolutely no business being in - but far more sinister. Goosebumps peppered your skin once you realized what it was.

Silence. Complete and utter silence.

Even the small ravine next to you seemed to make no noise.

You turned on your heel and headed back the way you came.

“Leaving so soon?”

A shriek accompanied the startled jolt of terror that shot up your spine. You whipped around expecting to find someone, only to be met with the darkness of the path.

“Hello?”

Nothing. Not even crickets answered you.

You chuckled nervously, not sure of what to make of your situation. You knew sleep deprivation, if pushed long enough, could result in hallucinations, but you didn’t think you were that far gone just yet. That was only supposed to happen after two days without sleep.

A fact, you realized with growing horror, that could already be a reality.

You resumed walking - a few steps backwards at first before you turned and faced the proper way to accommodate the hurry in your steps.

You weren’t sure of exactly where you were, but if you followed the walkway it would undoubtedly lead you to a better lit area where you could get your bearings and figure out a way back home.

Your hands made a motion to enter a pocket that didn’t exist, and you were reminded of the fact you had neither brought your jacket with you, nor your phone.

God, you were an idiot.

“You’re going the wrong way.~”

Okay, what the fuck.

You stopped again and listened as hard as you could despite the roar of blood in your ears. The temptation to call out again to the voice was there, but you immediately thought the better of it.

Not wanting to stick around longer than necessary, you began to speed-walk..

The path felt endless. The foliage you passed felt the same, and the bridge you were about to go under felt way too familiar. A part of you hoped the familiarity was due to having seen it on your way in, and not because you were actually lost.

Eerie laughter from somewhere in the darkness did absolutely nothing to ease the palpable fear crawling in your skin, and a whimper slipped past your lips.

That was definitely not a hallucination.

The bridge felt akin to a checkpoint once you were under it. It was by no means safe, rather safer. You felt a lot less exposed to the trees - the iron supports acting as a comforting barrier to the outside world; even if logic dictated you were no less exposed than before.

Your slowed steps echoed quietly off the metal as you weighed the pros and cons of venturing further down the path. The unknown danger was by no means gone, but the promise of the coming dawn along with the temporary, albeit probably false, sense of security tempted you to stay put.

You cautiously poked your head out from the safety of the bridge and listened again - waiting for more laughter - or anything else, really.

“Where the fuck are you…”

“Here.”

You froze. Deer in the headlights as you slowly turned to face the owner of the voice no more than three feet behind you.

There was something so incredibly unsettling about the way he looked at you. He was smiling, yes, but there was something so Uncanny Valley about it that it had all instincts screaming at you to do one thing, and one thing only.

Run.

“Hey.” He said, far too casually.

Your eyes flicked over his appearance - lingering much longer than intended on the numerous stitches that ran across his face.

When you accidentally locked eyes with him, you gulped.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing.” You began, “But I want you to leave me alone.”

The stranger raised his eyebrows, his three sections of pale blue hair falling to the side as he tilted his head curiously.

“What, no ‘hello’ back? That’s quite rude of you.”

You laughed, but there was no humour in the sound whatsoever. “My apologies. Please leave me alone.”

“I heard you the first time.” His expression fell into one of boredom while he flicked a piece of lint from his shirt. He clicked his tongue when his eyes came back to yours. “You’re out late, aren’t you?”

Your smile was all nerves. “I suppose.”

He hummed in acknowledgement and continued to look at you. Eventually he bowed ever so slightly towards you, but you couldn’t help but feel it was completely ingenuine.

“My name is Mahito.”

You smiled thinly. “Pleasure.”

He grinned and resumed his full height with a hand on his hip. “I didn’t catch your name.”

“That’s because I didn’t give it.”

The lull of silence that fell between you was nothing short of awful, and you flinched when he finally laughed. It was sharp as it echoed across the underbelly of the bridge.

“Well, aren't you cute?”

“Not really.”

Mahito ignored your answer and leaned in closer, if that were even possible. “I think you are.”

You felt like you were going to be sick on the spot. “Thanks…” You cleared your throat awkwardly. “But if you’d pardon me, I’d like to go home now.”

You went to step around him, but his movements mirrored yours - keeping the path behind him blocked.

“Now? We only just started talking.”

His exaggerated pout made you feel a nauseating combination of pissed off and afraid. “Yes. Like you said, it’s very late.”

“So why are you out here?”

“That’s my business.”

“Trouble sleeping?”

Time stood still after he said that, and the anxiety must have shown clearly on your face because his smirk only widened. “I read humans have issues with that.”

Humans. Not ‘people’. Humans.

Your brow furrowed and you moistened your lips before you spoke.

“We do.” You said slowly, “But what makes you think I do?”

“You threw your sleeping pills against the wall, I’d say that’s a clear sign you’re still having issues.”

If the world didn’t stand still before, it certainly did now.

Unlike before, he wasn’t smirking. He said it as it was - a fact. Neutral expression and everything. It only served to make the drop of your heart into your stomach feel like freefall.

You opened your mouth to speak, but the words came out as a stutter.

Mahito watched your face the entire time you struggled with yourself and used the moment to nonchalantly walk closer to you - debris crunching quietly under the soles of his bare feet as he did.

“...Still?”

He grinned and reached out to push a strand of your hair out of your face with a single finger. “Bottle says to see a doc after you use it for more than four weeks, I’d say you’re pushing it.”

You flinched back from him before he could touch you, repulsed. “Who the fuck are you?”

“I told you, I’m Mahito.” He sighed and looked skyward for a moment, mumbling to himself. “Although I suppose sleep deprivation can result in problems with short-term memory…”

The tautness in your chest increased, and each breath became more difficult to suck in. It was all too much at once, and his complete dismissal of how goddamn creepy he was being only served to add to the fear.

He had been watching you, and clearly had been for a while. A fact only made worse by the knowledge that you hadn’t the faintest idea the entire time it had been happening - however long that had been.

“Did-” You cringed at the way your voice caught in your throat. The croak-like noise brought Mahito’s attention back to you immediately. “Did you follow me here?”

He cocked his head again to the side, “You shouldn’t ask questions you know the answer to, it’s not polite.”

You wanted to fucking cry.

You didn’t know what to do. Honest to god, you had absolutely no idea what to do or say anymore after a response like that because what was there to do?

You were alone. In the middle of a place you had never been with a person you had never met - one who was clearly out of their fucking mind.

Mahito giggled and he reached out to touch you again. “Your soul is trembling, am I making you nervous?”

Frankly you had never been more afraid in your life, and something in your brain snapped when his fingers made contact with your skin.

You ran.

Fight or flight was one hell of a bodily response. Gone was the tightness in your chest and back was the roar of blood in your ears as you sprinted down the path. The boost of adrenaline served its purpose - allowing your muscles to take on the inordinate amount of strain required to get you as far away from danger as possible.

A prospect that you didn’t expect to succeed as much as it did.

There was a large part of you that expected to get hit from behind - to go from hauling ass to eating shit in a matter of seconds, but it never happened.

No, what did occur was far, far worse.

There was an earth-shattering crash before the world disappeared. You had enough time to slap your palms over your ears before the scenery around you was literally pushed out by impossibly large, ink-like hands.

Whatever hands didn’t wall off your only chances of escape were used to pull you into a kingdom of darkness.

When you looked up, you didn’t see stars in this warped cosmos - only thousands of hands linked together in seemingly random patterns. There was no logic, only the horrific truth that solidified itself the more these hands clasped themselves together above your head.

You were trapped.

Even still, a part of you wondered if you were really here. If this was truly something happening to you of all people, and not some sick, horrendous nightmare conjured by several doses of melatonin at once.

That would make the most sense, wouldn’t it? That you were trapped in your mind rather than whatever horrors in front of your eyes - and it would only take a pinch of your skin along with the will to wake up to set yourself free.

But any hope of that was shattered by the call of your name and the feeling of a hand on your shoulder.

He knew your name. Of course he did. It would be incredibly stupid to think he wouldn’t if he had really been following you for as long as he alluded to. He had only been playing dumb beforehand so you would offer up your name to him freely.

On top of everything else, he was a fucking hypocrite.

You let him turn you freely - offering little resistance as he had you face him once more, and he cupped your face in his hands. You closed your eyes, unable to deal with the intensity of the blue and gray staring into your soul.

“Normally I hate this, but I have to thank you.” He murmured, brushing a thumb across your cheek. “The pills were only meant to wear you down. Coming out here… you made this easy for me.”

The burn of hot tears behind your lids worked as an incentive to keep them shut, and you bit your cheek hard - hoping that the taste of your own blood would keep you grounded enough not to break in front of whatever creature that held you in its grasp.

But unlike Mahito, you were only human.

And you tasted salt when cold lips pressed to your own.

Taglist: @sai-my-beloved, @we-are-so-close, @biby-24k, @forcefulkitten, @siphite, @meefy, @liquorishred, @kateaesthetic

#riri writes #Mahito #Mahito x Reader #JJK #Jujutsu Kaisen #Yandere!Mahito #tw yandere #tw stalking #tw sleep deprivation #tw mindbreak #tw noncon touching #tw implied kidnapping #tw insomnia #I'm tired as hell but I hope I didn't make him too soft here #that sort of thing is for my other house

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purple-heart-x · 1 year

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Nothing like a more experienced whumpee quieting a newer whumpee almost violently when Younger breaks and begins to cry with need for something completely natural to them (food, water, sleep). Older slapping a hand over Younger’s mouth hissing angrily- or, really, desperately- that they know it hurts, but they can’t.

Older shooting an apologetic glance, barely hiding their panic, at the rescuers. Unable to hold in stutters as they assure the rescuers that they’ll be good, Younger was just a little scared, he swears they’ll be good. Managing to keep their voice somewhat calm despite the stutters, muted panic in their tone as they try to defuse the situation. Subtly positioning themself between the rescuers and Younger, hoping and praying they’ll be spared and given another chance.

Just something about Older being protective over Younger despite being just as or even more scared than Younger of anyone near them. Being forced to be rough with Younger to shut them up so they might survive.

#whump #whump trope #whump concept #am i the only one who loves this though??#also older having to curb their panic to protect younger #heart pounding as they try to defuse the situation #feeling spread into a thousand directions as they try to keep their new owners- aka rescuers- happy #desperate whumpee #tw starvation #tw dehydration #tw sleep deprivation

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thelunarsystemwrites · 12 days

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Marshmallow dust.

This is the crap I drew @ant1quarian

this... is Marshmallow Dust. A weighted plushie designed specifically for mental health reason. The plush is... semi sentient??? Nightmare had it designed after a bad episode Dust had.

While soft, it feels like dough. Huggable but kinda heavy, it can be hugged abd out on your chest for compression therapy.

The plush does what it deems best for its current owner. It can walk around and do tasks, suck as cook (if it can find a way to climb onto the counter) and will make sure you eat properly.

It has a glow feature, as it's intended to accommodate for fears of the dark, or being alone.

(TW: the next part talks about mental health and the plushes use for preventing things like s/h and bad eating habits!)

It will do anything in its power to prevent its owner from anyform of S/H, and will alert any contacts if it believes it's owner is a risk to themself (In this case, Dust) and it cannot prevent it.

It encourages other coping mechanisms from smoking, and will steal cigarettes and throws them away.

It can be annoying, but it's doing its best. It's just doing it's job. Nightmare is the one alerted if the following happens:

Dust has caused bodily harm to himself on purpose.

Dust has refused to eat or drink for over 24hrs.

Dust has refused to sleep for over 24hrs.

Dust is exhibiting symptoms a panic attack, hallucinations, delusions, high anxiety, or if requested.

Dust is a threat to himself or others.

Requires any other sort of help.

Dust wants to hate the plush, but, he keeps it in his room when he sleeps and just let's ot help him.

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pupco1 · 10 months

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Now that I use Tumblr I vow to never sleep again

#sleep #no sleep #tw sleep deprivation #tw vow #myNewLife

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sappho-favourite-pupil · 29 days

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MDNI

#lesbian #dykeposting #sappho would be proud of me #lgbtqia #my hair are more messy than my personality #me tonight at 3:00 a.m. because i couldn't sleep as always #tw sleep disorder #tw sleep deprivation #luv this outfit tho #also i covered my face with that blob because yeah i'm still delusional #👀💅🏼

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aj-is-typing-18 · 2 months

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New one shot just dropped! Go read it!

#hermitcraft #impulsesv #ajs hermit headcannons #keralis #naga keralis #joe hills #hermitcraft zombiecleo #iskall85 #tw hypnosis #tw sleep deprivation #dw it gets fixed #ajs drabbles

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jubilee-station · 5 months

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Ju was lying down on bed, staring at the ceiling, big eye bags under her eyes, it was just another night without sleep. He checked the time, it was 8:00 AM, time to get going.

Ju stood up and stretched a little, he's been wearing the same clothes for weeks now, and decided to change them just because they were going somewhere else. She pretty much grabbed the first thing he saw on the closet, a hoodie with red strings and some other red details, and a pair of black jeans.

She went to the bathroom and got changed, not bothering to shower, but bothering enough to put on some deodorant. Ju picked up her guitar and placed it on its case, her eyes glaring at a folder next to the case.

He shook his head and sighed, she would worry about him later, he grabbed her phone and left the apartment.

They went to the direction they were given, it was far from his house, but he decided to go walking. He got there at 9:01 AM. She sighs, accomodates her glasses, takes a deep breath, coughing a little in the process, and walks in.

"Hello. . ?"

Ju says when they walk in, her voice was quiet, as they were still unsure if this would be a good idea. She wondered if her physical aspect was good, she hoped they weren't. . . shadowing a little.

[@arrowsandkisses]

#bursonaverse #jubileebur's roleplay #ju has a life #tw depression #tw sleep deprivation

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baileys-writing-desk · 5 months

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When a parent needs parenting

Lanayru works himself to exhaustion, and Eldin is not pleased.

[Misfits of the 3 Dragons]

AO3

“ZINGA-DINGDING!”

The Thunder Dragon flies over Skyloft, a few people waving to him from the Knight Academy’s balcony. Although Link and Zelda no longer live up here, the locals have gotten to know him a little from his frequent visits. It is quite nice to be around people…something he was deprived of for centuries.

“Mighty Thunder Dragon!” a young boy calls out. “Sing for me!”

Lanayru groans quietly, aware that his strength is beginning to fade. The fatigue from being so active the last few days has finally gotten to him. But it would be a shame not to please the boy…and so he slows his glide down slightly and opens his mouth to sing.

The sweet melody of the Song of the Hero, the same song he performed for Link all those years ago, fills the air. He tries to ignore how it takes some breath out of him, and his spinning movements through the sky are flimsy and uncoordinated. His deep, booming voice still echoes through the clouds and makes its way to the young boy’s ears.

“More! More!” the kid chants. “Sing another song!”

“Now now, dear. I think you’ll have to wait.” A woman puts her hand on the kid’s shoulder…most likely his mother. “Mr. Thunder Dragon, you don’t look quite right. You should go home and rest.”

Well…shit. Of course this lady noticed. Lanayru floats on his back and lets his eyes droop closed.

“Mr. Thunder Dragon?” he hears her ask, but he is too absorbed into the calming feeling of resting at last.

“Lanayru?”

He snaps his eyes back open. “Ah, yes…my apologies.”

“What’s wrong with him, Ma?”

“Overworked, I assume,” she answers. “Gully, go see your father. I’ll be right with you.”

The boy turns to jog away, giggling, and mutters Lanayru’s signature line repeatedly:

“Zinga-dingding!, zinga-dingding!, zinga-dingding!, zinga-dingding…”

Gully’s voice fades off into the distance, and Lanayru brings his focus to the mother. He chuckles slightly, but she only frowns.

“Please go, Mr. Thunder Dragon. Go lie down, I’m serious.”

Lanayru scoffs. Besides the hero Link, he never likes to take orders from someone a fraction of his size. But this woman seems persistent. A little too persistent.

“…Fine, I guess…”

“Good. You can come back when you’re better, okay? Gully will love it.”

The Thunder Dragon grins, giving her a thumbs-up with his claw, before pushing himself forward through the clouds. I can’t look that tired, right…? His condition must appear even worse than he thinks…surely the lady was right. He does need to lie down.

“Tell the boy I’ll be here tomorrow,” he calls out, most likely loud enough for her to hear.

Leaving Skyloft behind, he continues straight until he approaches the yellow beam cutting a large hole through the cloud barrier…the one Link and his sword spirit created at the start of the hero’s adventure. Squinting from the incredibly bright glow of the beam, he dives down into the skies over Lanayru Desert. His former home. The air warms up, sunlight beating down onto the sand, but Lanayru doesn’t mind too much. He can handle the heat just fine.

His body continues to weaken from the effort of flying, like a robot slowly running out of power. But he pushes on, past the dry sands of the desert and into the grassy area beyond…closer to his current home. The tops of trees become visible soon, and he starts tilting his glide down to meet their level.

You’re almost there, he assures himself. Almost there.

He wonders how Faron would react if she found out about all this…the Water Dragon would definitely not be happy. Especially since she’s always on his ass about caring for his own health.

As he reaches his large forest clearing, the place where he normally resides, he finally slows to a stop. A few LD-301’s scurry around, carrying various materials like sticks and pinecones, but his eye is quickly drawn to something else. Or rather, someone else, lying right on the grass of his sleeping area, the sun brightening the oranges and reds of his body…

“Eldin?? Wh-what are you doing here? I told you—“

Oh.

The Fire Dragon’s eyes are closed, and his breaths are deep and even. He’s asleep.

In my territory??

As Lanayru lowers himself to the surface, taking a seat on the grass in front of Eldin, he rubs his temples with a groan. Too tired to yell at his brother and push him around for breaking several rules, he simply nudges Eldin on the shoulder, digging his long pointy nails into it to wake him.

“Hnngh-ahh!!” Eldin gasps, eyes snapping open. “Wha…?” His gaze meets Lanayru’s. “Oh…guess I dozed off, I’m so sorry—“

“No need for an apology, fire boy. I’m not pleased with you, but I’m letting this one go.”

“Wait…really?” The Fire Dragon yawns, rubbing his eyes before squinting at Lanayru. “Hold on, something’s not right…oh, you look awful.”

“Well, thanks a lot,” Lanayru mutters. First the Skyloft woman, and now Eldin…Although he figures that is most likely true, if he does indeed appear as worn-out as he feels.

Eldin’s brow furrows. “Lanayru…have you been overworking yourself again?”

…Shit.

“What? No, of course not! I—“

“Nuh-uh. I can literally tell by looking at you, Lanayru. I know how much you like to zip through the air and do your singing and take Link for rides and all that…but you got a limit, old thunder man. Ho! You like to think you’re invincible! But you’re not.”

“You…do remember what happened to me, right?” Lanayru asks, arms folding across his chest. “All those years ago?”

“Of course. Yeah, you nearly lost your life then, but you don’t seem to have learned! You’re a bit weaker than Faron and I, that’s just how it is, and so you need more rest and more breaks.”

“…Ugh, I know…” The Thunder Dragon tries to ignore the dull aches throughout his large body.

“You are so darn stubborn. Like you’ll admit to your tiredness when you’re parenting us, but not now?”

“That’s because you and Faron exhaust me so much more…” he mumbles. “You two act like five-year-olds sometimes and it takes a lot out of me.”

Eldin gapes at his brother. “Five-year-olds?? Since when have we acted like—“ He pauses, seemingly in thought. “You know what, you kinda have a point. But what you’re doing now isn’t much better.”

“…Stop it. Just…stop it.” Lanayru’s head begins to throb at Eldin’s booming voice. “I’m fine.”

“Totally not fine! Can’t you admit to neglecting your own health at least once? Isn’t that how you fell ill in the first place??”

“…I don’t know, Eldin, it was so long ago, I…I don’t really remember how it happened.”

“Well, I can bet ya it was from your stubbornness, thunder boy. Cause ya know, you claim to be the Mighty Thunder Dragon and all…but that almost killed you. And Hylia blessed us with eternal life, Lanayruuuu.”

He scowls at the way Eldin whines his name. It would have killed him had Link not intervened…he knows that. Eldin knows that.

“I get it, okay? I was really bad…but not anymore. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“Well, if you keep this behavior up, I will.”

Lanayru breathes out a long sigh, a light fog beginning to fill his aching head. Maybe Eldin is right…perhaps he is too stubborn. But the last thing he wants now is to admit it.

“Mrmmm…” he mutters. “Your call, fire boy. I won’t change…”

Eldin’s face begins to blur, darkening at the edges, and Lanayru feels his head loll slightly. He snaps it back up, blinking several times to focus once more. But it’s beginning to get harder now.

No. Don’t fall asleep, Lanayru. Not now—

“Haha, someone’s feeling reeeeally sleeeeepy,” Eldin teases, cackling. He reaches a claw forward and waves it back and forth in front of Lanayru’s face. “Veeeryyy sleeeeepyyyy…”

“Shut up.” Lanayru pushes the claw away, his lightning bolt ring clinking against one of Eldin’s. “Maybe if you go away I’ll sleep.”

“Nope, can’t trust you! I’m not leaving til you’re out like a light, thunder man, because you’ve been at this too long. Link can wait.”

Eldin rises up from Lanayru’s sleeping area, floating behind him with another laugh. Soon Lanayru feels the Fire Dragon’s warm claws pushing up against his back. He is much larger than Eldin, and normally he’d be able to resist it…but this time he doesn’t have the strength; he lets his brother shove him down onto his back with a thud.

“Now, do you want a bedtime stooory?”

Lanayru glares at him with all his might. “No.”

“Or maybe I’ll sing you to sleep with the Song of the Hero.”

“Nnngghhh…no.”

At last, he lets his heavy eyelids close as his body sinks into the warm grass. “Don’t…need that…”

But Eldin doesn’t seem to have listened. Soon the Fire Dragon’s mighty but calming voice fills Lanayru’s ears, a bit more higher pitched than his own. The Song of the Hero indeed.

It is this melody, one they each know all too well, that lulls the Thunder Dragon to sleep.

#bailey writes #lanayru the thunder dragon #eldin the fire dragon #skyloftians #gully!#(the name is a nice nod to gulliver)#misfits of the 3 dragons #tw sleep deprivation #<<just in case

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themogaidragon · 8 months

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Somniphobia Pride Flag

[IMAGE ID: a flag with five horizontal stripes with the central one being bigger. Their colors are, from top to bottom, dark blue, pastel orange, white, grey and dark purple. In the center of the flag there is a pastel yellow symbol of a moon and three z letters. END ID]

[IMAGE ID: a flag with five horizontal stripes with the central one being bigger. Their colors are, from top to bottom, dark blue, pastel orange, white, grey and dark purple. END ID]

Somniphobia: irrational and extreme fear of sleeping and/or going to bed and/or falling asleep.

Similar to sleep anxiety, dream anxiety disorder, psychophysiological insomnia.

#somniphobia #tw somniphobia #sleeping disorder #sleeping sickness #sleep disorder #sleep deprivation #tw sleep deprivation #psychophysiological insomnia #pi #phobia #anxiety #anxiety disorder #mad pride #tw anxiety #phobia flag #redesign #recolor #design #flag design

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mxthtea · 2 years

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for the 600 followers event (congrats, by the way!), can i request hurt/comfort prompt 10 with, wouldn’t you guess it, cyno

surprise me with who says it to whom >:)

600+ follower information (prompts)

another banger request,,, screams

cyno x gn!reader prompt: “rest, i’m not going anywhere.” warnings: overworking, sleep deprivation, hand holding, cuddling, massages, reader calls cyno 'dear', written before cyno's release, grammar + spelling mistakes, tell me if i forgot any. description:

A dark room, a migraine, and a ton of work. That's what Cyno's day has been for well, the past few days actually. His work for the Akademiya had stayed the same as always: a ton.

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A dark room, a migraine, and a ton of work. That's what Cyno's day has been for well, the past few days actually. His work for the Akademiya had stayed the same as always: a ton. Yet there would always be a few days in a months, a few weeks in a year, that would drag him down. And this was one of those weeks that would total up at the end of year.

Truly, he thought of his state as a pitiful thing. How could someone ranked so high within Sumeru be overtaken by just some pieces of paper and several tasks he'd have to do throughout the month? So all he would do is stretch for a few seconds and get back to work. The faster these papers were taken care of the more time he would have to himself. This week would end soon and so would his suffering with these sheets of agony and torment.

The man sighed once again as he set a page to the side. He stared at both piles of work for him to fill out, the 'unfinished pile' was way larger than the 'finished pile.' And so, Cyno got to work once again. While his head was protesting and the candle's wax was melting, he would continue.

It wasn't until his door opened that he realized you had returned home. Disapproving light filtered into the room as did your more welcomed shadow. Squinting his eyes, Cyno look at you with a smile.

"Home already? Thought you had some more work to do," Cyno asked.

You nodded, "I did. But it's not like they were big chores to do around. Some monsters lying around, helping a kid get back his treat that was stolen, just some easy stuff."

"Well that least one of us had an easy day."

Picking his pen right back up, Cyno got right back to work. The sound of the door closing as you set down some things and sat upon his bed was almost drowned out by his pounding head.

Almost.

Yet he still knew you were behind him, looking over his desk and analyzing the papers, the ink, the candles, and the state he was in. You mumbled if you could give him a massage, which he gave a silent nod to. It was comforting to have you with him while he did his mass amount of work. The feeling of your hands on his shoulder help ease his mind and calm him down to work once again.

"How long have you been working," you whispered, your lips pressed close against his ear.

"All day," Cyno placed the paper he was working on into the other pile and got another out, "there's still a lot of work to do. You can head to sleep if you wish, I'll join when all this work is done.

"That would take all night."

"But this work must be done by the end of this week. If I can finish it all tonight then there will be no work for the rest of the week. At least, not this much work. Of course I could get some new projects thrown at me in the next few days. But if I get this done and there is a chance more work is thrown, that gives me a lot less things to do."

Another paper placed to the side, and another one replacing the finished sheet. Once again, the grey-haired man was about to get to work.

"Well I-" you pulled Cyno's seat away from the desk, "- think you should take a break. You're tired, dear, it's written all over your face. The work can be finished tomorrow but doing it all in one go and forcing yourself to stay up just to finish it is a horrible idea."

Cyno didn't have the words to reply as you stood in front of the desk and hugged him. Despite the need to finish all of the work, he leaned into your touch and reached his arms to hug you.

"So, will you take a break now? Or do I need to do some more convincing?"

"My head has been hurting for a few hours. Just this once then."

The man looked up to see with you a knowing smile. One that said 'you said that the last time this happened' and it made him smile too. Cyno stood from his seat and stretched out his muscles, he hasn't actually stood from his desk for a long time after all. And with a small blow to the melting candles, the room was fully embraced by the welcoming darkness.

'I'll have get new ones for tomorrow if I'll work this long again,' Cyno thought to himself. But that was for tomorrow. For the rest of the night, he will rest alongside you.

The way to the shared bedroom was also contained by the darkness of night. It was nice to not have any bright lights in the view considering the splitting migraine. Cyno squeezed your hand as you both arrived to the bedroom.

You opened the door and with a few steps, laid Cyno onto the bed, not following after him. Were you not going to stay with him for the night. A hand reached out to grab at your hand as you walked away.

“Rest, I'm not going anywhere."

"But why are you leaving?"

"Just you tidy up your papers. I'll take care of them and lay down with you, alright?"

Cyno let out a tired hum as you gently closed the door behind you as you left. The room felt empty now. This was one of the few times Cyno caught himself being needy for your attention and affection. Really, he falls asleep pretty easily most days.

But this day seems to be an exception from that.

After what felt like hours, which was only five minutes at most, you walked into the room to lay beside Cyno. Your arms wrapped around his middle and pulled him closer to you.

"G'night, dear," you whispered against his skin.

"Goodnight."

The words that fell from his lips traveled in the air, soon fading away into the night. Cyno closed his eyes as you snuggled closer to him.

Finally, he would rest for the day.

#genshin impact #cyno #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #cyno x reader #genshin impact hurt/comfort #genshin hurt/comfort #cyno hurt/comfort #tw overworking #tw sleep deprivation #tw physical contact #600+ followers event #perpetualcynicism #vennys tales

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serickswrites · 10 months

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How Long Have You Been Like This?

Warnings: captivity, restraints, sleep deprivation, torture, gaslighting

Whumpee looked up at the ceiling, the standing cuffs chafing their wrists. The room was so bright, the lights on the ceiling burning bright no matter if Whumpee closed their eyes or not.

Everything hurt and yet it shouldn’t. Or at least Whumper told them so. “I’ve yet to lay a finger on you, Whumpee. Why are you crying?”

At that point, Whumpee doubted they should be crying, too. Whumper had just captured me, tied me up, and then mostly left me alone. So why do I think that everything hurts?

“The mind plays tricks so often, Whumpee. I’m not hurting you. This is for your own good.”

Maybe it was for their own good. They couldn’t remember. Maybe Whumper was trying to help them. It had been so long since they slept. They were so tired. And everything hurt.

“This is for your own good, Whumpee. I’m just trying to help you. You keep hurting yourself. Let me help you,” Whumper purred, their eyes concealed by dark sunglasses.

Maybe the room is really bright. “You know I have photosensitivity, Whumpee. I can’t believe you would be so insensitive to me.”

Did I speak? “You’re talking. Running your mouth. Saying mean things to me. It’s really uncalled for, Whumpee. I’m just trying to help you.”

Sorry. Hurts. Tired.

“Well, if you would just let me help you, you wouldn’t hurt anymore, Whumpee. I’m going to go. Give you a chance to think about how you can make it up to me.”

Sorry. Please. Don’t leave me. Sorry.

But Whumper had already left, leaving Whumpee alone in the burning light. Their arms ached, their shoulders burned, and their body hurt. But most of all, Whumpee was beginning to doubt their pain, doubt their suffering. Sorry. Please. Come back. Help me.

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw captivity #tw restraints #tw sleep deprivation #tw torture #juneofdoom #june of doom 2023 #day 17 #day 18 #how long have you been like this?#prompt: doubt #prompt: sleep deprivation #queue #tw gaslighting #prompt: gaslighting

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absolute-flaming-trash · 2 years

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“Come now, you can beg better than that.” W sukuna or Choso

Okay I know I said I didn't feel comfortable writing for any of the canon minors on my blog, but since it isn't Yuji being the yandere here, I feel like this is still okay when it comes to my moral compass.

Plus fuck it, who knows if my stance will change over time.

Warnings: Allusions to future noncon, Allusions to future kidnapping, Sleep deprivation, Psychological torture. Not edited.

Word Count: 501

Being Sukuna’s vessel was not the easiest thing at the best of times.

It was a difficult thing, having something inside you with unlimited access to your deepest thoughts and emotions. It was something the King of Curses took advantage of on the regular, tormenting Yuji with his deepest and darkest secrets whenever he felt bored. It took some getting used to, and eventually Yuji was able to block it out the majority of the time.

However the one thing he would never get used to was the fact this connection went both ways.

The morbid curiosity got to him in the beginning and he allowed himself to look into the reaches of Sukuna’s soul only to regret it immensely and receive several detailed death threats from the Curse himself - most of which detailed what he would do once he had his own body.

These visions and thoughts paled in comparison the day he met you, though.

You were unassuming little thing - a bystander in the chaos of a Level 2 Curse wreaking havoc in an old set of apartment buildings that was easily taken care of by Yuji, Megumi and Nobara, but the short interaction you had with the three of them was enough to set something off with the King of Curses.

To put it plainly, he was revolting. Revolting in his descriptions of what he wanted to do to you, and what he would have done if you were around when he was worshiped as the God that he was.

It was never ending, and only increased in intensity and detail once Sukuna discovered just how much it bothered the young curse user.

The usual techniques he would use to shut Sukuna out became useless, and he found himself losing sleep at night listening to the horrific details of your potential capture and deflowering once Sukuna had a body of his own, and that it wasn’t a matter of if, but when it would happen to you.

A horrible part of Yuji’s mind began to take an interest in what the King of Curses was saying, and this was only used to further add to his torture once Sukuna caught wind of it. It just made his determination to find all the fingers and destroy this awful Curse for good all the more stronger.

But god, a decent night’s rest was something he would’ve sold his soul for if it wasn’t entangled with such a monster.

Eventually he broke. Sobbing into a pillow as he begged Sukuna to shut up and give him a break from the detailed descriptions of defiling you within an inch of your life. He would do anything, would make any deal, even let him have 5 minutes of free reign with his body if he could just sleep.

He was only met with a howl of taunting laughter he had grown oh-so familiar with followed by a phrase that would soon become just as familiar. “Come now, you can beg better than that.”

#riri writes #600 followers event #Sukuna x Reader #Sukuna #JJK #Jujutsu Kaisen #Ryomen Sukuna #Ryomen Sukuna x Reader #tw yandere #tw future noncon #tw future kidnapping #tw sleep deprivation #tw psychological torture #love my moots #sweet shadow

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runelocked · 5 months

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rune speaks about remnant & rotten old men becoming computer viruses

in my version of gli.tchtrap, it actually IS william to an extent. not the version of him that got springtrapped though it does have a partial memory of that, kind of like it’s watched it happen in a movie, but the part of him he used remnant to extract and put into the computer. this is gonna be rambling probably bear with me ALSO IF YOU WRITE ANY OF THE CHARACTERS MENTIONED. your canon takes precedence in my threads w u!!! — this is just me trying to sort this out in my head svkxbdk

trigger warnings for child death / murder, human experimentation, mental instability, self harm ( but because of self experimentation ), general dark themes !

so remnant !!!! is kind of a weird ambiguous thing in my canon mainly because i haven’t thought much about it. it keeps william alive, it’s extracted from the blood of those that have suffered agony in their last few moments, without agony it’s less potent and kind of useless. it extends lifespan and gives users extra invincibility against horrific injuries, but mainly just keeps them alive no matter what state their body is in. that’s the extent of development i’ve done of remnant in my canon so far.

but i’ve been toying with what gli.tchtrap actually IS recently and think it’s explicitly linked to william’s experimentation. because of course he experimented on himself too — he HAD to. he wasn’t about to waste remnant on anyone else, and he wasn’t about to give anyone else a substance that kept them alive and then experiment on them: that would just create more problems for him lmao. so yeah, 100% experimented on himself, very carefully, and gli.tch.trap is the result of william realizing he could utilise his OWN remnant for his own gain.

so remnant: the substance that keeps the spirits tethered to animatronics and to their bodies, right. but it exists in everyone: it’s only made POTENT by the release of a chemical / substance during bodily agony. this . . . doesn’t actually mean DEATH, though. william kills because it’s much easier to deal with dead people than deal with leaving them alive after putting them through agony — it makes more sense to him to kill them instead of dealing with the fallout ( and because it gives him that extra rush and them that extra despair ). if, then, he can extract remnant & agony WITHOUT killing . . . there’s no real reason he can’t extract his own.

which means what, then ? well, it means that william probably at LEAST once or twice inflicted excruciating pain on himself to bottle his own agony & remnant. probably at his most unhinged ( just before liz died ). he’s not thinking straight, he’s sleeping maybe like. four hours every few days, he’s killing and experimenting and generally at his most unstable. there’s no real reason he WOULDN’T experiment on himself, first out of curiosity, then out of the realization he can use his OWN remnant to further his lifespan — rather than keeping THIS body alive, he can use it to tether an ‘imprint’ of himself to something else.

to a computer.

remnant essentially is just that, in my canon: an imprint. a ghost of a person in their worst most painful moments, tethered to the living world while the actual REAL part passes on or in william’s case springlocked in eternal agonising life. so glitchtr.a.p is . . . just that. the part of william at his most unstable and powerful, captured forever in that computer virus that its creator transferred it to. it’s not william exactly. but it’s also not NOT william. it’s like a snapshot of him captured in time with one fixed personality and one fixed goal, unable to ever change or develop unless it gets corrupted or something idk. it’s clever, and knows how to manipulate to get its own way, but it’s not . Fully William ? it has his wants, goals, needs, memories, feelings from the late 80s. it sees itself as human, in a way. and it acts that way: it can be affected by emotion and experience in the exact manner of way that william would have been, at the time of its creation.

but whereas william deteriorated drastically after liz’s death ( which happened like. 1989/1990-ish in my canon, but obv changes dependent on who i’m writing with as does all of this post!!!! ), the part of him that is glitch.tr.ap does NOT. it retains that same feverish dangerous personality, still fixated on killing & eternal life, whereas william in reality kind of . . . falls apart. first time experiencing real consequences to his actions and first time he can’t blame someone else. this last part is v dependent on who i’m writing with so is v open to changing but this is how i set out writing william: mounting in instability & power until liz’s death, where he shrinks, and begins to try and focus more on trying to move on with his life. glitch.t.r.ap doesn’t have this though — he’s william frozen in time essentially, forever at that height of his work.

#(( did any of this make sense. ttwirls hair ))#(( cannot stress enough how much this changes depending on writing partners ))#(( i always get so stressed writing stuff like this in case people don’t wanna write with me anymore . IM INSECURE ABT IT IDK WHY ))#(u) william talking tag #tw child death #tw child murder #tw human experimentation #tw child experimentation #tw sh #tw sleep deprivation #tw mental instability #tw mental deterioration #tw death #tw murder #( ask to tag. )

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sliceroftpeirweirisles · 3 months

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Whumpuary 2024 Day 6

6. (Jan 11-12) Exhaustion / Blindfolded / Old Injuries

Barry Bluejeans was a strong man. Well, maybe not physically, but mentally he was strong. He could calculate the rate of necrotic damage at any skill level of a warlock. He could measure the precise amount of hair that he could grow on his chin in three days. He knew he was smart and therefore strong.

On the other hand, emotionally? He wasn’t very strong in that area.

For a man so strong in logic, he couldn’t understand how emotions continued to break him down. He knew, logically, that the night terrors weren’t real. He knew they just weren’t feasible any longer. There’s no Hunger, no threat to their plane of existence. No grand relics and no war. Nevertheless, he found himself waking up from night terrors long after everything started to settle down. The first two nights were fairly easy to keep under wraps. Barry had suffered from them before, but it had been months since his last one. Lup shook him awake on the third night after she found Barry crying out for her in their bed.

After that night, he was determined to try and stop the nightmares from happening. Barry turned to his strength - his books - and started studying. He dove into logical explanations and jotted down notes about night terrors. He started coming up with a plan to build another body tank, just in case they needed it. He also read up on potions and home remedies for night terrors. Anything he felt the need to study, he'd drag out the chore into hours of reading and notes.

To further keep from falling asleep, he hung out with the twins and Kravitz who never needed to sleep. Taako and Lup were Twosun elves, which means they did sleep occasionally, they just didn't need it as often as humans. Lup used to be a lich and didn't need sleep, but since she gained her body back Barry found her catching up on that sleep a lot. Mostly with Taako at her side, the other times with himself. Kravitz was, of course, the Grimm Reaper. Not needing sleep is pretty much given to him. So Barry ended up spending nights at a time just chatting with the three of them in their shared living room.

One night of studying night terrors turned to two, turned to three.

On the fourth night, Lup walks in on Barry barely keeping it together in the lab.

“Babe, how long has it been since you’ve slept?” Lup asks as she moseys over to her husband at his desk.

“Mm…” Barry mutters as he stares into a microscope at his latest project. Lup leans over his shoulder and reads some unintelligible scribble on one of the microscope slides. She can’t tell what he’s studying, but he’s definitely staring intently at something.

“What are you looking at, Bluejeans?” Lup muses as she pokes his cheek.

He rouses and backs up to look at his wife. “M’spit” he mumbles and rubs at his eyes.

“Bear, why the fuck are you studying your spit?”

“There’s somethin’ in it…” Barry removes his hands to reveal his eyes have deep dark circles under them.

Lup grimaces slightly at the state of her husband and sighs. “Pack it up there, Bear. Time for bed.”

“No, I’m studying, I promise I'm fine. I’m just not done yet.” Barry sounds like a small child insisting he can stay up late. Lup reaches out to take Barry’s glasses gently off of his face, earning a protest from the man. She knows he can't do shit without them. “Lup, please. I’m not done.”

“And I’m not kidding, Barry. You’re exhausted, look at yourself.”

“Lup, I’m not tired!” Barry shouts, glaring up at the elf. His angry expression falls instantaneously when he sees Lup is taken aback by his outburst. “I-I’m sorry, I just… I…”

Lup gently folds Barry’s glasses and sets them on the desk. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just hurt my feelings… I need you to be honest with me, babe. When’s the last time you slept?” She crosses her arms and leans against the desk, staring down at Barry.

Likewise, Barry stares up at her, a nervous energy vibrating through him. Should he be honest? Could he even lie about it at this point? Lup looks pretty when she’s mad…

“Four…” is all Barry can make out before he breaks the eye contact and rubs his face again.

“Four what? Hours?”

“Days…”

There’s an uncomfortable silence in the room as Barry’s hands don’t leave his face. Lup wants to yell. Scream at Barry for doing this to himself. Yeah, they were reapers, but he was still a human in a squishy, human, sleep-deprived body that needed sleep. Lup wants to yell, but instead, she sits for a moment and then lets out the most controlled sigh before standing up straight.

“C’mon, Bear.” Lup takes his hands and moves them from his face.

Barry sniffles and obliges, trying his damndest to not look Lup in the eye. He stands when Lup tugs at his arms to pull him up. She doesn’t let go as she leads Barry away from the lab, away from the basement, away from the living room. When they reach the bedroom, Barry starts to weep openly and it breaks Lup’s heart.

“Talk to me, babe. What’s going on?” Lup pulls Barry into her arms, gentle hands rubbing his back.

“I can’t do it, Lup… I don’t wanna sleep. It hurts too much.”

“Hurts?” Lup questions, a hand gently raking through Barry’s thick brown hair.

“The nightmares… They keep– keep taking you from me.” His side of the hug turns to trembling as he uses all his depleted strength to hug Lup. “I don’t wanna lose you again.”

Lup holds her husband in her arms as tears prick at the edges of her vision. She knows what she did to him hurt Barry. She knows this is her fault, that he’s going through unimaginable trauma. Lup pulls away from the hug and leads Barry to bed, sitting him down on the edge. She looks him in the eye, a serious look on her face.

“I’m not going anywhere, Barry Bluejeans… I love you, and I’m not leaving you, never again. I swear.”

Barry nods and rubs at the tears across his cheeks. “That’s just it, I-I know you’re not gonna go anywhere. My subconscious is just having… having a hard time catching up.”

Lup smiles softly and kneels down, taking off Barry’s shoes and socks. “Then we’ll teach it. You love learning, babe. You can learn to tell your brain to shut up. You’re strong like that.”

Barry sniffles and smiles slightly at that statement. He doesn’t feel like he can be strong like that right now, but Lup’s words are encouraging.

“Tonight though,” Lup states as she helps Barry into the covers. “Tonight, you are allowed to be weak. I’ll be here to be strong for you.” Lup climbs into bed with Barry and tucks herself beside him. “I’ll be here, Barry… I’m right here.”

#whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno6 #tw sleep deprivation #tw past trauma #taz #the adventure zone #taz balance #barry bluejeans #lup

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