#someone get him some melatonin and a warm glass of milk

[kikker-oma]

[spxcemuses]

@lady-scorpion-and-friends asked: sleep-related headcanons! for Syndrome - 1, 2, 4, 6, 8, 9, 14, 18, 33 and 36

[ sleep-related headcanons! ] | Always Accepting

1. what size bed does your muse typically prefer to sleep on? (ex. twin, full, queen, etc)

He likes to sleep in a big bed, loves the extra space to move around if needed. Used to sleep in a twin XL bed when he was a kid, but has changed to a queen-sized bed instead and hasn't looked back.

2. does your muse find it easier to sleep in a warmer room or a cooler room?

He finds it easier to sleep in a cooler room. Would take naps in warmer rooms though as long as it's not too hot, or he starts sweating. He also wears a blanket even in the cold room.

4. what position does your muse usually sleep in?

He usually sleeps on his side, mostly his right side. Sometimes he does sleep on his stomach. He also has a tendency to curl up sometimes too with one arm on his pillow.

6. does your muse snore? do they sleep talk or make any other sounds in their sleep?

Syndrome snores on occasion, but it is not very loud. He also sleep talks but it's little mumbles, not usually coherent and is for short periods at a time before falling back asleep.

8. does your muse typically prefer sleeping by themselves or do they prefer the comfort of having another person in the room with them?

He prefers to sleep by himself, again, likes his personal space. Does long for physical contact at times though. It's conflicting for him.

9. does your muse like sharing a bed, or do they prefer to have their own space?

He prefers to have his own space most of the time. Being an only child, this was just something he was used to. If he had a choice between sharing a bed and not, he would choose the latter.

14. does your muse take any sleeping aids (ex. pills, melatonin supplements, etc)?

Syndrome doesn't typically take any sleeping aids since he's perfectly healthy for that sort of thing. Although he sometimes takes a few melatonin gummies/supplements if he has had a super stressful day, and I mean really stressful. Another thing he likes to do on occasion is have a glass of warm milk before bed. It was a thing he also did as a kid sometimes.

18. does your muse have insomnia? have they ever experienced insomnia? to what degree of severity?

It is likely that Syndrome has insomnia, but he has experienced it a couple times in his life. It gets severe and flares up when he has a lot of stress or anxiety on his mind. There have been some nights he has had to where he would lay in bed for hours and stare at the ceiling even when he's physically tired. Mainly from his mind running constantly about tomorrow, etc.

33. when sharing a bed with someone else, is your muse a cuddler?

Syndrome isn't much of a cuddler. It isn't that he doesn't get lonely, he just doesn't like much physical contact or intimacy (he's distant as a whole). It will vary greatly vary on the person and how close/comfortable he is with them. The most he would do is drape an arm or two around them. He is also a big spoon almost always and would only cuddle if the other person initiates first.

36. has your muse ever fallen asleep or been extremely tired in a situation where it isn't safe to be (ex. while driving)?

It is not something he is proud of, but a couple of times. Sometimes he falls asleep at his desk if he is working or tinkering with tech if he's tired enough. There was one time where he even nodded off during a 'battle' against a superhero mid-flight, only to be quickly startled awake when he about lost balance. He makes sure it doesn't happen quite regularly.

[strangeandun-muse-ual]

Accidents happen. It made Emil want to be sick all over again. The altercation itself had been brief, the time between the backhand to his face and the sickening crack of his father's skull against the corner of the fish tank a blur in his head. Even so, he found himself replaying the fragmented memories as best he could in his head. Trying to find something he could've done differently. Trying to figure out what had gone wrong.

He wondered if his father had died instantly. If he'd had time to process that he was hurt, that he was hurt badly, that he was about to die, that his son was the one to kill him. Had he even had time to really know what had hit him?

He let out a breath, wiping at his eyes with the heel of his hand.

Emil could guess that Erasmo wasn't talking about giving him some melatonin and a warm glass of milk. He hadn't indulged much in the stuff his boyfriend peddled, but while he'd worried about him getting in trouble--either with the cops or with someone else--it hadn't really bothered him. He'd tried a few things here and there over the course of the past two years, but he'd been a bit hesitant on the harder stuff. It felt a bit too much like crossing a threshold he hadn't quite been ready for. Era had never pushed him into more than he was comfortable with, and he'd appreciated it.

Right now, he didn't know what Era was suggesting to give him, and he didn't really care. Closing his eyes as Era caressed his cheek, all he could do was lean against him and nod. Whatever it was, he trusted Era. There were times when he'd felt as if Era was the only person he could really, truly trust. The only person who really knew him.

"Yeah... I... y-yeah. Okay."

His hand found his, fingers interlocking.

"You've... done this before. Haven't you?" Maybe now wasn't the time to ask. But the remark before had lingered in his head, and when he thought of it, how many secrets they'd shared together, it made him wonder why he hadn't known about it before. "Is it just... like this?"

Holding Emil's hair back with one hand and rubbing his back with the other, Erasmo settled into his lot in life for the time being fairly easily. Maybe it wasn't perfect, and he wished he had more arms so he could help hold the trashcan... But he was doing his best.

Emil was, too. This wasn't easy. He knew that as much as this was an accident, it was still a death. Still blood on Emil's hands. Blood that Erasmo was ready to rub over his face, to take this burden on along with his lover.

Maybe he was stupid for it, for wanting to do anything he could for his lover, but... He'd always been that way with Emil. He wanted him to be comfortable, and safe, and happy. This was almost too much for him.

When Emil finally let the bin go, Era carefully dropped his hands. He didn't know what he should do here, what Emil would want from him... But he was there regardless.

That tone nearly shattered his heart on the spot, and he knew immediately what he had to do. He'd help Emil rest, he had some things in his bag that would help him sleep. And then he had some phone calls to make. Emil's parents didn't know him, his car would be safe, he thought.

"...You didn't mean to." It was the closest he could get to saying it, "Accidents... Happen, Tiburón. It isn't easier knowing that, but you didn't do this out of malice. You were hurt. Scared... He's hurt you too many times."

Reaching out, he cupped Emil's cheek, avoiding the one that was bruised and cut.

"Let me take care of it. You don't need to worry. Can I get you to take something to help you relax?"

He didn't keep it a secret that he dealt drugs. He'd offered them up on more than one occasion, but he never pushed if Emil didn't want them. With Emil, he struggled to do anything that really hurt him. He loved the man beside him, and he couldn't do that to him.

Era didn't think he'd ever feel this way about anyone else, not this strongly. Emil was special to him, and he'd do anything for him.

[supernaturallyobsessedchic]

He Obviously Cares

Pairing: Dean x Reader; OFC!Male!Character (James) x Reader (formally)

Warnings: Mild Angst, break ups, depression mentioned, Depressed vibes in the beginning, Team Free Will being sweet, Dean being sweet, Fluffy

Word Count: 2.4k

a/n: I did recently broke up with my boyfriend, and this is loosely what happened between us. And I do have these worries about him. But I hope you enjoy this; this is my first fic since being on hiatus.

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She packed her bags; she was making her move.

She loaded up her car, now her boyfriends house is void of her items and belongings. She had thought moving in with him would help him with whatever he was going through but it did not. He was insecure, worried she was going to find another guy. Kept saying she didn’t like him, after every time she said she liked him. Saying he’s not sweet, when he was being sweet towards her. Kept referring himself as “The Bad Guy”. She could feel this was going to be hard to constantly reassure him that he’s wrong.

Until one night, where she stayed at one of the many hunter’s cabins, she wanted to alone time after a hard day. He respected her, understood her. Until she was getting ready for bed. A text came through as she was brushing her teeth.

“You don’t have Feelings for me.”

“Just tell me.”

Her heart pounded in her chest.

I constantly say I love you; I constantly reassure you, and reassure you and you still feel like this towards me. She thought.

Picking up her phone.

This is it. I’m ending this. I can’t do this anymore.

“Ugh, apparently I’m not good enough for you or your insecurities. Insecurities is a trust issue type of thing. And clearly you just don’t trust me.”

“OMG, No that’s not it.”

“It is it. I can’t do this anymore. It’s exhausting to constantly reassure you that you’re okay. That we’re okay. And clearly it’s not getting through to you.”

“Please stop.”

“No, it’s done. We’re done. Clearly “I don’t have feelings for you.” It’s what you told me!”

“It’s over. We’re done. Goodbye James.”

She could see him working to text her back. But stopped.

She was shaking, the nerves were running high. She took her anti-anxiety meds, some melatonin to help her relax enough to go to bed.

Now here she was, at his place while he was at work. To get her stuff and return her key to him.

She drove down the long highway, heading to the one place she knew she would be welcomed back. The one place she remained family.

She entered Lebanon Kansas around midnight. She entered the bunkers garage just shortly after one in the morning. She still remembered the key to get in, where Sam and Dean always stashed it. She parked her car next to Baby. Killing the engine she leaves her belongings in her car, very exhausted. Both emotionally, mentally, and physically.

She walks the halls slowly; nothing has changed much since she left.

She found her way to the library. Sam and Dean weren’t up, they were in bed. She sat at one of the tables. Making herself comfortable.

Her eyes began to feel warm; tears began to surface.

He had crippling depression; he will more likely kill himself over this.

Just you wait, you’ll see his obituary that he died by suicide and there will be a note blaming you.

If he dies, it will be your fault. Sure he hurt you, but you hurt him far worse.

Her hands came up to her ears, and she let the tears fall.

 Dean was one of the first to wake up. He walked up to the kitchen, doing his usual routine. Getting coffee brewed and ready for him and Sam.

Once done, he got himself a cup of coffee and walked down to the library to check if there were any new cases they could take.

Walking through the war room, he saw someone sitting in their chair, knees to her chest. Her head on her knees. He knew her from anywhere.

“Y/N?” He says, trying to wake her up.

She began to stir.

She looked up at Dean with a lifeless look in her eyes.

“I’m gonna kill him.” He says with a hard look on his face.

“No don’t, he’s not worth it.” she says, her voice void of life.

“Sweetheart, what happened, I thought you loved him.”

“Apparently “I don’t have feelings for him.’”

“He got insecure again, huh?”

She nodded.

“Why was I not good enough for him?”

“He was just insecure; it wasn’t you sweetheart. It was him, not you.”

“He has crippling depression; I just have a bad feeling I hurt him so much he’d kill himself.”

“He’s a dad, he’s not going to kill himself. He’s got a reason to live.”

True. She thought.

“When’d you get in?”

“I got here around one…maybe two in the morning.”

“Should have called or texted me before you left wherever it was you were leaving. I would have had a room ready for you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, now let’s work on you. Come on sweetheart, you can sleep in my room.”

“I still have my stuff in my car.”

“We’ll worry about those later, now, you need proper sleep.”

She got up, her shoulders slumped, her expression even told him she was overly exhausted.

She, without thinking, walked right up to Dean. His arms wrapped around her, hugging her close and tight to him.

“It’s going to be okay sweetheart.” He says softly.

She took a deep breath, taking in his scent. His body wash, shampoo, his particular smell always calmed her down.

He could feel her relax in his hold; he even knew she had no intentions of moving anytime soon. And knowing how exhausted she was, he worked her into his arms to carry her to his room.

He laid her down on his bed. Covering her up under his covers, she snuggled more into his covers.

He walked back into the kitchen to make breakfast. Seeing Sam up.

“Morning.” Sam says.

“Hey.”

“Was that Y/N I saw you carrying?”

“Yep.”

“What’s she doing back?”

“She broke up with James. Apparently he got insecure again, saying she didn’t have feelings for him.”

“Sounds like he didn’t allow himself to trust her.”

“Sounds like that to  me too. But she’s exhausted, not herself either. She got worried about him and his depression getting bad.”

“Do you think, Cas could wipe his memory. Wipe her from his memory so he wouldn’t hurt as much?”

“Possibly, we could do that for her.”

“Already done.” Cas says walking into the kitchen. Making Dean and Sam jump.

“You need a damn bell or something on you Cas, quit sneaking up on us.”

“Apologies Dean.”

“I see that Y/N has returned to us, but I can sense she is drained.”

“She is. And we’re taking a break from hunting to take care of her.” Dean says.

“Where do we start?” Sam asks.

“Her stuff is in her car; I’m making her breakfast. Wash her clothes, get her old room set up. Cas, you are going to get her favorite foods, snacks, and movies. And get the Dean cave set up for a movie night tonight.”

“Alright Dean.” Cas says, turning to leave.

“I’ll get her stuff and start laundry.” Sam says, taking his mug of coffee with him.

Dean turned to the fridge, finding bacon, eggs, and milk. Making pancakes, bacon, and eggs. A hefty, hearty breakfast.

 She woke up to the smell of bacon. She stirred awake at the moment Dean walked in with a tray full of food. A mug of coffee. A glass of cold orange juice.

“What is this?”

“Just taking care of my girl is all.”

“You’re girl?”

“Yeah, you’re my girl. Remember?”

“Dean, I just broke up from an exhausting relationship.”

“Just as friends sweetheart, I’m not trying anything honest.”

“Thanks Dean, that’s really sweet of you.” She says with a soft smile.

He returned her a kind and soft smile. Walking in more and sat the tray on her lap.

“You cooked enough food, that’s for sure.”

“I only assume you didn’t eat anything yesterday or on your trip here.”

“You assumed right.” She says.

“We’re not hunting today, we told Garth to let some hunters in on some cases we find.”

She nodded, grabbing her fork, and digging in.

“Why don’t you eat something Dean?” she asks, mouth full of food. Making Dean chuckle.

“I ate already, I’m good. Besides, we’re getting your room set up, and among other things. So you just relax while we do that.”

“Thank you Dean, that’s sweet of you guys.”

“Anything to help you sweetheart. Eat up, relax and I’ll stop by again soon.” He says, turning to leave. Taking the keys to the Impala.

 She finished her plate, only being able to eat half of what he made her. She gets up to clean off her plate. Finding Sam in the kitchen.

“Hey Y/N, it’s good to see you.” He says, with a kind smile.

“It’s good to be back with you guys.” She says returning a sure and kind smile.

“Here, let me, I’ll wash those for you.” He says, holding out his hands.

She gives him her tray. “Thanks Sammy.”

“Anything to help you sweety, why don’t you go take a shower or something, relax, get cleaned up. I bet you feel gross.”

“I do. That sounds good right now.” She says turning to head to the shower room.

She heads to her old room, finding her bags on the bed, the room in the midst of a makeover. Clearly not done. She finds a note on her duffle bag.

Seeing it was written by Dean.

‘Hey sweetheart, I’m betting you are wanting a shower or something to get cleaned up and relax. Knowing you’re not a fan of baths, I bought you some shampoo and body wash that would help you relax. I’ve heard lavender scented anything helps relax you. Go check the shower room, I want you wearing my clothes, use the shampoo and body wash I got you. Take as long as you need to. Freshen up, and I’ll see you soon. ­– Dean’

She smiled at the note, turned out of her room and she made her way to the shower room finding Dean’s Henley, sweats, a pair of her clean underwear, and his flannel. She even seen the lavender scented body wash and shampoo.

She got the water set at the perfect temperature and stood under the steamy stream of water.

She took a deep breath, closing her eyes. Content to starting over. Pretending those few months didn’t exist. Sure she can’t get that time back. But at least she ended it before it got worse.

 The scent of lavender filled the shower room when she finished. She even felt even more relaxed as she wore Dean’s clothes, smelling his scent in his clothes.

She walked around the bunker in stockinged feet. She walked past the Dean cave seeing Cas in there, rearranging the room.

“Cas?”

“Y/N, Glad to see you’re doing well. How are you feeling?”

“Better, what’s this?”

“Dean, Sam and I think a movie night will help further. So I bought all of your favorites, your favorite movies and snacks.”

“That’s sweet of you guys.”

“Anything for a friend.”

She smiles at her angel friend.

They all said the same thing to me, anything for you, anything for a friend, anything for my girl. I like this. I feel valued. She thought.

“Of course we value you Y/N, you matter to us.” Cas says.

“I keep forgetting you can read my mind.”

Cas tilted his head, confused.

“Nothing, just…thanks Cas.” She says, smiling and continuing down the hall.

She got closer to her room. Seeing Sam walking out of her room.

“Hey, Y/N, come check this out. Tell me what you think.” He says.

She quickens her pace a tad, she peers into her room, seeing a string of star lights hanging on her ceiling. Her pictures on her new wall shelves. Pictures of her with Dean, Sam, and Cas.

Her bed, looking new with new covers that fit her personality with her favorite color. She had a smile plastered on her face.

She had a small bookshelf with all of her old books she had. Her desk with her laptop. Her TV in the corner of her room, perfect view from her bed. Her Xbox console, DVD player and Apple TV. She felt like she was at home.

“I love this, thank you guys so much.”

“I’m glad you like it. Dean’s getting pizza, and we’re close to watching a marathon of movies that Cas bought.”

“How many did he buy?”

“Just…a lot.”

Oh god. She thought while stifling a laugh with a snort.

The bunker doors opened and shut.

“Dinner’s on!” Dean shouted.

“Dean it’s almost 2 in the afternoon!” Y/N giggled.

She seen him walk around the corner of the hall seeing him walking with a tall stack of pizza.

“Holy shit, what!?”

“Okay, Dean, that’s too much food.” Sam says.

“Think about leftovers dude.”

They shrugged, eh, true.

“Alright, to the Dean cave, lets get this party started.”

Y/N giggled. She felt fuzzy inside, whatever they’re doing. It’s working.

Dean sat the pizzas along the bar. Y/N even noticed some added furniture. Some adult sized bean bag chairs.

Dean had paper plates ready, sodas, beer, and another table with snacks and more sodas ready for after their lunch slash supper.

She picked the adult sized bean bag chair, Sam and Cas had the two lazy boy recliners; Dean picked the other bean bag chair. The movie Cas popped in, one of her personal favorites. Thor Ragnarök.

But once she saw Loki, her chest felt heavy. He looked like her ex. Dean saw her face drop.

Getting up with his plate, he joined her. She snuggled against him.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Wasn’t this your favorite movie?”

“It is, it’s just. Loki looks like him.”

“But is Loki him?”

“Well, no.”

“There you have it. Loki is not him. Loki is Loki. Not James.”

She nodded, continued to eat, and watch the movie.

“Anyone want seconds?” Sam asked.

Everyone practically held their plates up. Sam chuckling.

She felt tons better than she did when she first got here.

She doesn’t miss him. She only wishes him well. She does hope that one day she’ll be ready to try again but maybe hopefully she finds someone who is more willing to trust her.

She snuggles against Dean, his arm around her, holding her close. Making her feel safe. Making her feel okay.

She felt him kiss atop her head.

Maybe there is still hope. Maybe she should go for the obvious.

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A/N: Kind of back, still on hiatus but how’d you like it? It is loosely based on my actual break up, the texts were the actual texts I received and sent to him. But please be patient with me, I’m still feeling a tad off. I’m sure I’ll post spastically when I’m okay again.

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[entropicfeline-moved]

sleeping hcs: hws nordics

denmark:

- very chaotic sleep schedule, almost completely dictated by his energy levels. some days, he’ll stay up past midnight, other days, he’ll be in bed by 8.

- despite this, he’s pretty consistently an early riser, usually waking up between 6 and 7, even on weekends. he’ll only sleep past 8 if he’s sick.

- usually just wears an old t-shirt and shorts to bed.

- sleeps on his back.

- he tends to kick and thrash in his sleep, and he’ll often wake up in the middle of the night with all of the blankets thrown off the bed.

- no one likes sharing a bed with him on trips for the aforementioned reason, so he usually gets the pullout bed when they stay in hotels.

- he also snores most nights, especially when he’s congested, but not nearly to the degree that finland does.

- it often takes him a while to get to sleep, since even if he’s exhausted, his thoughts will race and he won’t be truly asleep for about a half hour.

- surprisingly, he doesn’t dream that vividly, but he loves hearing about other people’s dreams.

- gets the weird falling-and-being-jerked-awake sensation quite often. needless to say, when iceland told him that that was his soul falling back into his body after he was about to die, he got pretty freaked out. sweden did give him a more scientific explanation later on, though, which calmed him down a little.

- he can really only sleep in beds/laying down. it’s pretty rare to see him truly asleep on cars/planes/trains, and he gets jet lag a lot because of this.

- he wakes up pretty frequently during the night for no apparent reason, but he can get back to sleep easily.

- he does breathing/muscle-relaxing techniques to help him fall asleep, but he’ll also take melatonin supplements if he’s having a particularly rough time getting to sleep.

- since he gets up early at a pretty consistent time, he doesn’t usually need an alarm. if he needs to wake up earlier, his alarm tone is “move your feet” by junior senior.

norway:

- usually in bed by 11, but he might stay up later if he isn’t that tired and doesn’t have any plans the next day, and wakes up at 7.

- likes to sleep in on the weekends, occasionally past noon if it’s been a particularly rough week.

- wears satin pajamas to bed. he’s fancy like that.

- sleeps on his side.

- he sleeps with a lot of blankets and pillows, and he makes himself into a blanket burrito. it sounds cute, but it also means that he’s a blanket thief, so he’s also not anyone’s favorite person to share a bed with on trips.

- he will claim that he doesn’t snore, but he does. the other nordics will confirm this.

- he’s a lucid dreamer! he loves dreaming because of this, and he enjoys manipulating his dream-reality to allow for him to do whatever he feels like doing.

- he doesn’t usually fall asleep on transportation, since he likes to listen to music and look out the window, but he can if he tries to.

- just about always sleeps the whole night; he really only wakes up if he’s going to be sick.

- he’s a big fan of natural remedies to help him fall asleep, and he’ll often drink herbal tea or use lavender or chamomile oil to help him go to sleep.

- his alarm tone is the bell tower tone on the iphone.

iceland:

- total night owl. he’ll go to bed at around 3 in the morning and sleep in until 1 in the afternoon if he doesn’t have any plans the next day.

- otherwise, he goes to bed anywhere between 11-1, depending on how tired he is. the only time he goes to bed before 10 is if he’s sick or if he has to wake up really early.

- usually just wears whatever he wore that day if it isn’t super formal or uncomfortable. he’ll wear a hoodie during the colder months.

- sleeps on his side, usually in a fetal position.

- he sleeps with a weighted blanket, since he likes having some weight on him while he sleeps. it feels like a hug to him.

- pretty much out like a light once his head hits the pillow.

- regardless, he’s a very light sleeper; he’ll wake up if someone sneezes.

- he only snores when he’s congested, but because he wakes up so easily, he’s the one that’s most bothered by everyone else’s snoring. he wears earplugs every time he has to share a room with one or more of the nordics, and he will wake them up if they’re snoring too loud, regardless of the consequences.

- dreams pretty frequently, but his dreams are quite surreal and never seem to make logical sense.

- he’s also pretty particular about having to lie down to sleep, but he can fall asleep while he’s traveling if he’s tired enough.

- he usually sleeps through the night, but occasionally, he’ll wake up in the middle of the night and won’t be able to go back to sleep. when this happens, he usually just does something low-key for an hour or two, like reading, knitting, or doing a puzzle.

- he can usually fall asleep pretty easily without any additional help, but he’ll take melatonin supplements if he’s having a hard time.

- he prefers using an alarm clock to using his phone, since the alarm tones from his phone always seem to get incorporated into his dreams for some reason.

finland:

- usually goes to bed between 11 and 12 and wakes up at 8.

- sleeps in a bit later on the weekends, but rarely sleeps past 10.

- wears the same “i’m only a morning person on christmas” pajamas that sweden gave him every night, no matter how hot or cold it is outside.

- used to sleep on his stomach, but because he kept getting back problems from doing that, he now sleeps on his back.

- LOVES to cuddle with things. whether it’s hanatamago, a stuffed animal, a pillow, or whoever he’s sharing a bed with, he will cuddle it while he sleeps. he tends to have nightmares if he isn’t cuddling with something.

- he also snores SUPER loudly. it’s woken the others up on multiple occasions, and they have to wear earplugs if they’re sleeping in the same room (sometimes even the adjacent room) as him.

- he sometimes also talks and laughs in his sleep. this is usually quieter and less annoying than the snoring, but a few times, he’s shouted random things in his sleep. one time, he cried in his sleep (not actual tears, just the sounds), and everyone got really worried, but he assured them that he was alright and it was just a bad dream.

- he’s kind of just a messy sleeper in general. loud snoring, drooling, bed head, the whole nine yards. sweden thinks it’s adorable.

- dreams VERY vividly. this can be good and bad.

- can fall asleep pretty much anywhere, sitting or lying down. because of this, he suffers from jet lag the least out of the nordics.

- pretty much never wakes up during the night; he only wakes up if it’s an absolute emergency.

- falls asleep to metal music. for some godforsaken reason, it works.

- his alarm tone is “hard rock hallelujah” by lordi.

sweden:

- usually goes to bed around 9-10 and wakes up at 6.

- his sleep schedule doesn’t change on weekends or holidays.

- usually wears a sweatshirt and sweatpants to bed, but if it’s too hot for that, he’ll wear an old t-shirt instead of the sweatshirt.

- sleeps on his back.

- once he is out, he is OUT. his house could be flooded, and his bed could’ve floated clear from stockholm to russia, and he’d still be asleep.

- he’s pretty much perfectly still and silent while he sleeps. if you didn’t see his chest rising and falling, you might think he was dead.

- regardless, if he’s congested, he’ll snore a bit, but not to the extent that finland does.

- dreams pretty often, but he’s never had any of the classic dreams (flying, being chased, teeth falling out, etc.)

- prefers to sleep lying down, but he has been known to fall asleep while sitting in chairs or couches. he has a hard time getting to sleep on car/plane rides though, most likely because he’s confined by a seat belt and can’t shift to a comfortable position as easily.

- he usually sleeps through the night, but he’ll sometimes wake up if he’s thirsty or if he needs to go to the bathroom. in that case, he’ll just take care of whatever needs to be done and go right back to sleep.

- also listens to music to fall asleep, but he prefers slow music. his go-to fall-asleep songs are “stranded lullaby” by miracle musical and “sången föder dig tillbaka” by agnetha fältskog. he also drinks a glass of warm milk before bed.

- he always changes his alarm tones because he gets used to them and they get incorporated into his dreams, but they’re pretty much always abba songs.

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Somnambulation Samba

@stunnerstorm ‘s prompt  “Julian sleepwalks into Garak's quarters”

After his escape from Interent Camp 371, Julian Bashir has trouble sleeping.

That week in solitary had been eye-opening and mind-wrecking. At first, he’d thought he could just sleep the days away; but the silence kept him awake.

Julian knew it was just going to take time to readjust to life on DS9. More than a month in that internment camp;  he hadn’t despaired, but he had resigned himself to the fact that he might spend the rest of his life here with an unusual assortment of cellmates. He’d grown used to the terrible food, the close quarters, the stench of alien bodies and the ever-present threat of violence from their Jem’Hadar jailers. It was going to take time to get back into the rhythm of working and eating well and sleeping alone.

It was sleeping alone that was causing him the most trouble. He’d been somnambulatory every night since his return. It was embarrassing, really. Sleepwalking was the sort of thing that happened to emotionally turbulent teenagers, not thirty year old doctors and certainly not to the Chief Medical Officer of a Starfleet outpost as important as Deep Space Nine!

Julian’s first night back on Deep Space Nine; he’d woken to a flood of sounds- glasses clinking, people talking, the chirps various games and Leeta shouting “Dabo!”  

Disoriented, Julian sat down at the bar and tried to act as if he’d deliberately left his quarters half-dressed.

Julian had experienced a bout of sleepwalking during his first year at Starfleet Academy. Nothing serious, he’d just stumbled around in the dark and annoyed his roommates by opening and closing doors, he’d not even left his dormitory. Julian never expected to sleepwalk in his adult life, and certainly never thought he’d end up doing so in a public space.

“Nice pajamas.” Quark smirked.

“Uh, thank you.” Julian had been dreaming but could only remember and he’d felt a keen sense of isolation, a longing to hear some particular sound…  “A glass of warm milk with nutmeg, please.”  He’d likely been having a nightmare about the week he’d spent in solitary confinement. He supposed his sleepwalk had brought him to Quark’s because it was bright and loud and alive and as close to diametrically opposite that cold and lonesome cell as any place could be.

At Academy he’d taken a history course that had covered the Geneva Convention and it’s various successors. Julian hadn’t truly understood then why solitary confinement was considered a form of torture. He had thought, naively, that solitude would be preferable to sharing squalid living conditions with half a dozen other prisoners.

That week in solitary had been eye-opening and mind-wrecking. At first, he’d thought he could just sleep the days away; but the silence kept him awake. He hadn’t realized until then how even the silent presence of another person was a conversation. How even the soft sounds of another person’s breathing, or foot tapping or teeth-sucking or head scratching, made a symphony of silent interpersonal spaces. When he did manage to doze off he was often jarred awake by the echoing sound of his own snores.

On the second night Julian put on some music, took a moderate dose of melatonin, and used Kukalaka as his pillow.

He found himself gazing at his own reflection in the window of the promenade’s flower shoppe. He knew that he had been desperately searching for something but could not recall what.  he could not shrug the sensation of guilt that, by waking from the dream, he had consigned someone to an unbearable darkness.  He found Kukalaka smushed grotesquely by the door to his quarters.

The third night Julian placed a chair in front of his door and took a mild sedative.

He was startled awake by Odo’s hand on his shoulder, “Are you alright, Doctor Bashir?”

“Yes, I’m- I’m fine,” he was groggy and mildly nauseous from the jolt of adrenaline. He did not know where he was. “I just got lost… in thought.” Julian remembered clearly that he’d been dreaming about a long, dark, and narrow tunnel. At the end of the tunnel there had been a voice and a soft light. He knew that no matter how quickly he reached that place it would already be too late.

“Do you often wander into restricted areas while lost in thought?”

“I’m sorry, Odo. It won’t happen again.”

Odo made a sound that conveyed disbelief and concern. If Odo mentioned it in his report neither Major Kira nor Commander Sisko brought it up the next day.

The morning of the fifth day since his return to Deep Space Nine, Julian woke in his own bed just as the computer brought the lights up for the day. Had he managed to stay in bed the entire night?

He remembered the dream this time. He had been moving down an endlessly long, dark and narrow tunnel. There was a soft light in the unreachable distance and the murmur of someone speaking under breath to himself.  As Julian walked, the light became no closer and the murmur became agitated, became a shout, and an arhythmic bass banging of fists against hollow metal.

“I’m coming! Hold on!” he shouted but he could not hear himself. Absolute silence was the response. Silence that made his ears ring with an intensity that made him feel disembodied, weightless. He could not outrun the silence. The world rotated ninety degrees and suddenly the fading light at the end of the tunnel was above him and he could not reach it.

In the dream, Julian pounded on the wall, kicked it, shouted- but he could not hear anything. The silence was overwhelming. The darkness was disincorporating. He could not even feel the wall that he struggled to climb.

“Julian.”

His name sounded foreign to him— a composite of syllables and vowels selected at random by centuries of linguistic drift— but the voice was familiar.

“I’m right here.”

Then the world of the dream had shifted back to a less dizzying orientation and he had drifted upward— buoyed by that familiar voice— and the dream dissolved into a torrent of relief and nameless comforts and, finally, gentle oblivion. Then he’d woken.

Julian noticed the small creak of a chair, the whisper of cloth, the pad of footsteps. He sat up too quickly and felt light-headed.

“Good morning,” Garak said.

“Garak? What are you doing in my room?”

“You and I need to have a conversation.”

“What sort of conversation couldn’t wait until I was out of bed?”

“Really, Doctor Bashir!” the huff of his unvoiced laughter was as distinct as each consonant,  “I’m the one who should be asking that question! Banging on my door in the middle of the night and shouting any number of blatant untruths about my emotional well-being! It’s behavior quite unbecoming of a Starfleet officer, I would say.”

“Oh, god.”

Garak’s smile was inscrutable, “My dear doctor. Some of the things you said were quite unforgivable.” The soft clink of fingernails on porcelain as Garak pressed a cup of tea into his hands.

“What else did I say?”

“Oh, only that you thought you might die if you could not immediately have a conversation with me. It was rather charming, really. I’ve never had someone insist that my mere presence was ‘balm in Gilead’. I assume that is a literary reference.”

“It is.”

“So you do feel in waking the same way that you felt while you dreamt?”

Julian watched the steam move in delicate wisps across the surface of the tea and answered.

[yoosungiib]

Hello ~ I would like to request (for all my fellow sleep deprived students) rfa + v and saerans reaction to mc who cant sleep well because of stress caused by school. Like sleeping a couple of hours at night and them napping and sometimes sleeping in the weekend like 15+ hours. Thank you :)) ~~~ sorry for my english and have a good day/night ~~~

Honey, I relate so hard. First term I got no sleep because I was so stressed with all the work given to me.

RFA + V and Saeran reacting to an MC unable to sleep due to stress from school

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★ Yoosung ★

Honestly, he isn’t one to talk about not sleeping much considering the amount of video games he played during college. However, the difference between what he was doing and what you’re doing is that you are not sleeping because you are so stressed from school.

From the moment you get home to the moment you leave, you are frantically doing school work. Yoosung gets into bed pretty late in hopes that you will come and rest with him, but around midnight you are still usually working.

He tries to alleviate some of your stress by doing household chores you would normally do. For example, cleaning the dishes. However, he did a really bad job the first time so you had to redo it, but after that he got the hang of it and would do it for you.

He’ll also sometimes do the laundry. He had to do the laundry when living with his mom, so this isn’t something he messes up. What a sweetheart

To help you with sleep, Yoosung suggests cutting back on caffeine, so no more coffee. And he even decides to do it with you so you don’t feel alone.

“Yoosung, please, I need one more cup.”

“No, cutie, what you need is some sleep. If you are unable to continue without a cup of coffee, listen to your body and go to bed. Come on, we’ll go together and cuddle!”

Yoosung also suggests that you set yourself a regular bedtime, and once in bed, read. He buys you a whole stack of books in your favorite genre, and he’ll even read to you some nights.

♪ Zen ♪

You need to sleep.

He refuses to let this charade of you not sleeping go on for long. It is not healthy for you to only sleep three hours a night.

“But, Zen, I take naps during the day-”

“Jagi, that isn’t enough to keep you functioning. This isn’t healthy for you,” he says, pulling you in for a hug so he can rub your back and play with your hair.

Zen completely understands your stress with school. Before he dropped out of school, he admits to getting stressed with some of the work he was expected to do. He definitely thinks, however, that you are being too hard on yourself, and that it’s essential for you to take some breaks.

But the anxious look and expression on your face whenever you are pulled away from your work just shows him how much school means and effects you. He thinks your stress and anxiety with school is much more serious than it seems. “Jagi, please try to relax. It’s one paper, and from reading it over once I can tell you now it’s really good!”

Zen suggests going on twenty minute walks or runs with him to take your mind off of things. He tells you the fresh air will help you and put you at some peace.

He even says if you want that he’ll give you a piggyback ride around the neighborhoods!

To help you sleep, Zen will cuddle you under the sheets, the blanket wrapped snug around you guys, and he’ll just sing to you. Sometimes it will be songs from his latest musical, songs he knows you like, or he’ll just hum to you.

“Just listen to my voice. Let my voice be what drifts you into a deep slumber.”

Zen also likes to do stretches with you before bed not only to help you destress but to tire you out a little bit.

He positions you on your back with your legs against the wall. Sometimes he’ll massage your shoulders while you’re doing it, or he’ll join you.

❀ Jaehee ❀

Jaehee knows where you’re coming from. Her stress comes from work, but she understands completely not being able to sleep due to stress.

She is more than happy to help you and share some of her tips in dealing with stress and sleep. For one, she has lavender scented candles all around the apartment. Lavender is known for reducing anxiety with its lovely aroma. She makes sure every candle in the house is lit when you sit down at the desk to start your work.

Jaehee suggests limiting your caffeine; no coffee or tea past 8 o’clock. She even does it with you to encourage you, and so you don’t feel alone.

Instead of coffee, she suggests having a glass of hot milk before bed since she read online that milk helps you to sleep.

“Mm, thank you, Jaehee, but do you think maybe I could just have one cup of coffee instead?”

Jaehee frowns, putting the glass of milk on the bedside table. “If you have a coffee now, there is no way in hell that you are getting to sleep.”

“But I still have tons of work to do. I have a project that’s-”

“That’s not due for another week. You can afford to take a break from it, ok?” She won’t have any of your excuses. 

Jaehee also suggests that you take a melatonin before bed. At first, you’re really hesitant about it, but after awhile you agree to taking it, and it does help to knock you out. However, that doesn’t solve the fact you are still incredibly stressed in bed, thinking about school even as you drift off to sleep.

After a while, realizing that the stress really is just consuming you, she suggests that you start seeing a professional to talk about your stress and to find proper ways to cope with it. That or see the counselor at your school.

☂ Jumin ☂

Like Zen, he refuses to let this go on for long; it is not healthy for you to only get three hours of sleep each night and then to sleep for more than 15 hours a day on the weekend. He has his doctors on speed dial and everything, and he’s already setting up appointments with therapists to help you with your stress once you tell him that’s the reason you can’t sleep.

The first time he saw your habit of no sleeping and swamping yourself in work, he was willing to let it go because he’s no better in all honesty.

But after a week and you finally confessing to having this issue all year, oh, he’s not having it and he’s doing whatever he can to help you. With stress and your sleeping.

Jumin arranges tea times for you and him. He believes not only will this help you to alleviate stress and to relax, but himself too. Everyday at 5, you will put your school work down and he’ll put his work down, and the two of you will go to the kitchen to have some tea.

Jumin makes your favorite tea and brings some cookies too for you guys to nibble on. If you are still visibly stressed, he’ll ask you to explain to him what it is exactly in your school work that is stressing you out, and if there is anything he can assist you with.

“I don’t want to take you away from your work, darling. I can figure it out I’m sure,” you say, though there is uncertainty in your voice.

Jumin frowns, reaching across the table to take a hold of your hand. “Sweetheart, I am more than willing to help you. I can take an hour of my time to assist you, especially if it means that you can at least get some sleep tonight.”

Jumin also regularly during the week will take you to a sauna; a nice big one reserved for just the two of you too.

Jumin is a little clueless at first when it comes to helping you sleep. As much as he thinks stress is a huge aspect of your inability to sleep, he also thinks you may have some insomnia. He first off decides to get a new and more comfortable mattress that is more supportive to your back. It’s soft, warm, cushiony.

Jumin will also read to you at night. He’ll have you rest with your head on his lap, and he’ll let you chose the book too. And hell, he’s reading till you fall asleep. It doesn’t matter if it means he’s reading for about three hours, he’s not stopping until he knows you are asleep.

☺ Seven/Saeyoung ☺

Guys.

Seven can not be talking here. He is no better than you are, and if anything, he is worse. But still, that doesn’t stop the fact he is incredibly concerned with your sleeping habits.

It’s totally ok for him to sleep at iradical times, but you, no. Immediately he’s doing research on insomnia and proper ways to help someone with stress. He’s hacking into your school to see the agendas.

Seven offers going on walks when he sees you at your desk, visibly anxious and getting yourself worked up. “Honey? The fresh air is calling for us. Maybe we can even get a ride on my phoenix.”

“That sounds wonderful, honey, but I have– SAEYOUNG!”

No buts, no nuts, no coconuts, he is pulling you out of your chair and dragging you outside. If he has to, he’s handcuffing you to him and he’s dragging you around the neighborhood. That may only just stress you out more, so he’ll start to tell you funny stories and jokes till you’re distracted from the work left at home and more relaxed.

To help with sleep, he has the house automatically dim the lights around 8 o’clock each night. This can be a bit of problem sometimes since Saeran and Vanderwood really attest to it.

“Can’t you atleast wait till 9?”

“Idiot brother, I can’t read my book now!”

Seven also likes to do exercises before bed. The exercises does it’s job, tiring you out, but also a lot of fun, making you both laugh. “Now the happy baby pose! No crying babies. Honey, I think you just made the sound of Yoosung’s emoticon!”

❆ V ❆

His sweet girl is stressed, and it’s causing inability for her to sleep, and he hates it. He hates that whenever you come home from school, after kissing him and offering to make tea, the first thing you do is sit right at your desk and work.

And you work for about 6 hours straight, with only a few bathroom breaks and one break for dinner. V think’s it’s great that you are hardworking and focused on school, but he feels you are too hard on yourself, and if you don’t learn to take a break, or just sleep, you’ll grow sick.

It’s incredibly concerning when he’s getting into bed around 11 and he still sees you at the desk with the lights on, a cup of coffee besides you and your hand wringing through your hair. He’s pretty sure the most sleep you get in a week is about 8 hours, and that is what you should be getting every day!

And on the weekends, you’ll be in bed for 16 hours. Once time you nearly slept through a Saturday. V knows he can’t let this go on for much longer. It isn’t good for your physical or mental state.

He sits you down and asks you to tell him specifically what it is that is making you stressed in school; projects, papers, big tests, what is it?

“Well, I have a really big test in my Chemistry class coming up. And if I fail this test, it could bring my whole GPA down, and if that happens, then-”

“Sweetheart, calm down. You need to slow your heart rate.” He takes a hold of your hand and massages your palm lightly. “Here, why don’t you show me what it is you need to study for your Chemistry class, and maybe I can help you.”

V will put all his work aside to help you – even if it means he’ll have more work later on. What matters to him is that you are calm and relaxed, and he feels if he leaves you alone for any longer than an hour to work, you’ll drive yourself mad.

V limits screens, for the both of you, each night. Of course, he won’t force you, but he really enforces that you come off of any computers, any phones at around 9 and start to settle down. He suggests that you guys build a puzzle together if you’re still will awake.

Normally, the peacefulness and quietness of the puzzle building helps you to become sleepy. One night, and he was quite happy about this, you fell asleep on top of the puzzle, and he carried you to bed.

He gets a better mattress. One that is more comfortable and suitable for your back and supporting you in general. As a little stress reliever, he even suggest that you guys jump on the bed together, and then do another activity to wear each other at~

☻ Saeran/Unknown ☻

At first, Saeran didn’t really notice that you were so stressed from school and hardly sleeping since he was so concentrated on getting his own health back on track.

But when he finally does see just how little sleep you get and just how stressed out you really are with all the work from school, he feels terrible for not noticing before and not doing anything to help you.

Now watching you, he can’t figure out how he didn’t realize or notice you were only getting about three hours of sleep a night, and if not with him always at your desk doing work, and using the weekend to sleep for about 18 hours!

He brings it up casually over a bowl of ice cream at the dining table. You’re sitting next to him, the two of you have your pinkies hooked and your shoulders touching; a simple gesture of affection.

“MC? How is school?”

“School? Oh, well… it’s stressful, but you don’t have to worry about it.”

Saeran frowns. “I’m worried about your sleeping.”

“Oh… I am too, but you don’t need to concern yourself with that. I’ll figure something out. I… promise.” Oh, Saeran is going to worry, no matter what you tell him. And he’s going to help you whether his actions are subtle or obvious.

Saeran first has to look up what to do to help someone sleep and deal with stress. He tries to think back to some things you did with him when he was having particularly bad nights sleeping, or when he was stressed over life in general.

Saeran starts with making work around the house a little easier for you. Still living in the bunker, Seven hardly does anything, and when Vanderwood isn’t working, it’s normally you tidying up, doing the laundry or making dinner.

Saeran decides to start by doing the laundry so you don’t have to do it or worry about it while you’re doing your work. He also downloads some cooking recipes on his computer so he can cook dinners once and awhile.

Saeran decides to establish a regular bedtime with you. He thinks for one, not only will it be beneficial for you, but it will help him out too. “9 o’clock every night? But… I don’t know if I will be done, honey?”

“I don’t care. Having an established bedtime will help you with sleep. If you still have work to do, you can get up early in the morning.”

Before bed, Saeran always brings you a glass of warm milk because he read online that milk, especially when warm, facilitates sleeping.

Saeran will give you massages, even if you don’t ask from them – sometimes you will, and sometimes you just let him grab you and tend to you. He has you lay on your stomach so he can massage your shoulder and back. And with lying down in the bed, his hope is for you to drift off to sleep.

In general, to help with both the stress and lack of sleep, Saeran is very comforting. When he sees you’re stressed, he compliments you and encourages you, reminding you it’s ok to take breaks. “I’d really like some ice cream. You should get some with me.”

“You look so beautiful when you’re concentrating… but I think you should take a break. You’d look even more beautiful relaxed.”

When he sees you struggling to sleep, he’ll kiss your cheek or neck and pull you to him. He’ll soothingly rub your back and stroke down your hair.

“Try listening to my heart. That might help you.”

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