growing up was odd when no one believed half the things I said. And it was all because I knew something was wrong as a kid. That it wasn't growing pains, that my leg was not working the way it was supposed to. I developed a limp, began to fall over constantly, became tied to my bed
I already have a list talking about the experience of being ignored by doctors. But this is about mobilty aids, and gut feelings. Follow them. It will help you so much in the long run, really. When my falls became frequent I knew I needed support. My family didn't understood.
But I ordered a folding cane. And there it was the ability to go out and have support. Than each time I needed another mobility aid there was that same gut feeling. I was in pain, my body was weak, I needed extra support. Now my most recent, my wheelchair is a discounted standard chair, that I had to modify to have a low back, no arm rest etc. Don't feel bad if you buy mobility aids second hand, get them donated. Being able to take the step to get them is so fucking brave.
I had a dream we went to America to go prom dress shopping and we drove past our first gun robbery of a store while the bus played Bella’s Lullaby from Twilight
Uhhh so in the chapter I’m working on next for the Gimli Dark Lord of Erebor AU fic, I have the Ring getting really excited about the idea of dressing Legolas up in Fancy Clothing to make everyone think that he’s Gimli’s “pampered pet” and...yeah, I think I accidentally just turned Durin’s Ring into a frustrated fashion designer that’s finally getting its chance to shine after three thousand years of being stifled by its parental maker’s expectations that it do military service and shit like that instead. Help?
Hello! Could I make a request abt roommate! Stiles and gn platonic best friend reader (this can be like a sequel lol) who has a hard time falling asleep (either overthinking or stress abt upcoming tests) and Stiles wants to help out? Any format! Thank you!
I was gonna go with headcanons but figured an imagine would be better :)
*•.¸♡ college stories ♡¸.•*
pairing: stiles stilinski x gn!best friend!roommate!reader
warnings: mentions of stress and anxiety, possibly panic and anxiety attacks, mentions pf insomnia, some tears.
It's finals season, which is also known as y/n's least favorite thing about college. You'd think it gets easier over time but no, not really. If anything, it stresses them out even more.
Y/n considers their major considerably easier than most majors, but it still takes it's tool on them. They'd spend hours -if not days-on end studying for a certain course that they'd occasionally forget to take care of themselves. They'd forget to eat or drink water to keep themselves hydrated enough to be able to concentrate on their studies amd they'd end up with the worst headache of their lifetime.
Thankfully, they have a very caring roommate with the attention span of a dog.
Stiles, as much as he despises it, enjoys caring for y/n; it means spending more time with them and he gets to take a break from being an intern himself.
The first few days before y/n first final, he finds them holed up in their shared dorm with them taking over the desk top they shared. They're hunched over with a glowing computer screen on a video of what he assumes to be a recorded lecture and they're scriplling down notes like their life depends on it. He chooses not to bother them, instead he'd discreetly leave a cup of water or juice -sometimes their favorite energy drink- on the desk for them to enjoy, and some other times he'd leave a plate of any snack he happens to be munching on while they study.
When they get halfway through their finals is when they start to spiral, Stiles noticed. They get more frantic and he's almost always certain they don't sleep at all. This is where he decides to interfere.
He goes to sleep with them studying on the desk and wakes up to them doing it still, he purses his lips and decides to make the both of them breakfast before trying to pull them away from the torture they're putting themselves into. When he's done making the instant ramen noodles, he does his best to pull them away from the computer, saying things along the lines of "you've been here all night, when was the last time you ate anything?", "you look like a rat's child.", and "if you don't sit down and eat with me I'll burn all your notes."
It was a joke of course, he'd very much prefer his head exactly where it is.
Y/n hadn't realize just how dependant they've grown to Stiles reminding them to take care of themselves, not until he wasn't around and they've reached their peak on what their body and brain can handle and what it cannot.
First time it happens, Stiles wasn't around. Y/n had started thinking about how long it will take them to finish studying for all of their courses before each's final and the time line of it all overwhelmed them so much that they're breathing started to get heavier as their lungs felt like they were being squeezed to death, their mind fogged as their eyes watered and y/n choked on a gasping sob to remain quiet.
Their hands shook, their chest tightened and y/n was sure they were going to pass out, they gasp for air as they do their best to get down from the chait they've been sitting on and unsteadily fix their breathing; they were unsuccessful.
With tears running down their face, y/n realizes they're no longer alone as calloused, steady hands shake their shoulders to gain their attention. With a gasp, they realize that it's Stiles.
He decided to pay y/n a visit in between his courses and he was so glad he did, because the state he found them caused him to go into panic mode. They were curled into themselves beside the desk as they heaved and gasped for air, trying to mimic a steady rhythm of breathing so they'd calm down. He quickly got to his knees and held onto thier shoulders, calling out for their name but the haze in their eyes told him they're not really listening, so he shook their shoulders to gain their attention.
"Hey, hey. You're gonna be alright, alright? Just breathe with me, come on y/n, breathe with me."
He guides them with a steady tone to follow his instruction and with a trembling body they did, their tears never quitting their flow as thy cakm down and their hands immediately cover their face when they're feeling better.
Stiles frowns an pushes himself to sit next to them, his arm wraps around their shoulders and tugs them closer into his side for comfort, he mumbles comforting words into thier hair as their tears stop and they pull themselves into a calmer version of themselves.
"I'm sorry about your shirt," y/n sniffles, pointing at the tear marks on his navy blue top. Stiles doesn't even glance at it, "it's fine. Are you okay?" y/n hesitates, but nod nonetheless.
Stiles purses his lips, "You should really take a break y/n, you're driving yourself insane like this."
Tears immediately fog their vision amd y/n releases a deep breath, "I have to finish studying Sti," they whine, their head pounding at the idea of spending another hour in front of the computer. "but you have to take care of yourself! that should always come first." Stiles exclaims, worry and desperation glistening his eyes.
"What do you suggest I do? Huh? Because if I fail any of these finals, it is over for me." y/n didn't mean to sound so harsh, but Stiles' nagging request to take a break really pushed them over the edge. He shrugs, "these finals won't fucking matter if you kill yourself studying for them. You start studying and you forget everything else. You don't eat, you don't drink. Hell, when was the last you even left this dorm?" He wasn't looking for answers to his questions, because he already knew them. So he just sits there and waits for y/n's mind to catch up and realize just how bad they've been treating themself.
"you need a break, physically and mentally. You're driving yourself insane." he was much softer this time, his hands holding onto their own. "you also need a shower," he whispers and y/n barks a laugh that he returns in a chuckle, "but seriously though, why don't you and I got out for lunch today? Give you a break and give me a chance to escape my one o'clock lecture, yeah?"
Wiping away their tears, y/n nodded. Maybe they are in desperate need to leave this room and lunch with Stiles seems like the perfect way to go about it.
Me writing about a teenaged character who grows up to be a deranged assassin fixated on one man at the expense of his health and what might remain of his sanity: he's grumpy
