Subject File | LOKI LAUFEYSON

some places to start if you think you might be a maladaptive daydreamer

the maladaptive daydreaming proposed diagnostic criteria: https://href.li/?https://www.somer.co.il/images/MD/MD_diagnostic_criteria.pdf

link to the MDS (maladaptive daydreaming scale, a 16 part questionnaire to help determine if you could possibly have MaDD): https://href.li/?https://daydreamresearch.wixsite.com/md-research/measures

The International Consortium for Maladaptive Daydreaming Research: https://daydreamresearch.wixsite.com/md-research

Eli Somer’s (the psychologist who “discovered” MaDD) youtube channel: https://www.youtube.com/user/SomerClinic 

Guide to Maladaptive Daydreaming: Overcoming Fantasy Addiction: https://maladaptivedaydreamingguide.wordpress.com/guide/

healthline article on maladaptive daydreaming: https://www.healthline.com/health/mental-health/maladaptive-daydreaming

what it's like to sleep with...loki 🛏

On another episode of what's it like to sleep with... I bring you all Loki. Remember you can send in asks or comment requesting who you want to see next! If it's not MCU related I'll have to of course know the character bc otherwise i do not know their personality but they are certainly not off the table!!

Since the god doesn't require many hours of sleep, it should be practically what it's like to sleep with...you.

You know how you're supposed to stay still when a cat lays on you? It's practically law, you cannot move until the cat decides to leave. Well that's how Loki is when you fall asleep on him.

Whatever duties or plans he had, cancelled. He must not move a single limb until you get off and that could be ten minutes, six hours or more.

You were a heavy sleeper wether asgardian or human. You tangled over his entire body, arms over his torso, hands on his chest, legs wrapped with his, or hist a whole entire body pillow on top.

The first time you fell asleep on him, he didn't know how to react. He looked down at you and was ready to ask what the hell you were doing due to not being used to people....i guess....liking him. Often times people were scared of him or hated him so you actually not just liking being around him but being this close? Loki most certainly treasured that.

Not a single noise could be made while you were asleep. If Thor walked past being loud as per usual or any other person, Loki immediately shushed them or used a casting spell to get them to shut up. He stared at Thor with a threatening look on his eyes and his brother walked out on his tiptoes.

In the case that you were a light sleeper, Loki played a white noise in your ears. Wether it be the ocean or any other sort. In this case Loki knew he had to be extra more careful to not wake you under ANY circumstance.

He built up the courage to start petting your hair. At first he was wary since you moved in your sleep that he was bothering you so he froze. "keep doing that" you mumbled and moved your head on his chest. Loki smiled and his chest let go of the worried breath he was holding in before continuing to trace his fingers through your hair.

You have your tricks as well to help him sleep. Especially when nights are hard and he seems to be tormented by thoughts. Laying on top of a couple of pillows in bed or against the walls of the library in the castle with his head on your lap, you trace his hair, his curls in between your long fingers.

Sometimes a good book can be of good use and with a soft voice your words put him to sleep. You smile to yourself and continue to read out loud despite him being profoundly asleep between your arms.

"Come to bed Loki" you pout when he's been busy all day. His throne duties seem to go off schedule sometimes and sleep is not the biggest of his concerns but he knows some nights he needs to rest. He easily gives in and shoos the guards so he can get in bed alongside you.

If you're a night kicker, meaning you move a lot in bed. LIKE A LOT. Loki will either cast a spell for you to stay still or hold on whatever limb before it lands on him.

One night he woke up on the floor. He was completely confused as how he landed on the ground when just a few minutes before the two of you were cuddling lovingly. When he got up from the floor he understood you had taken over the entirety of the king sized mattress.

It was fine the first time. You were actually quite embarrassed but Loki reassured it was fine.

Until it was not. This was the 50th time on a row he landed on the floor with no previous warning.

"My darling, move over" he whispers. "Psst, my dear, it's still my bed may I remind you" "Mmnn but you never sleep on it" you mumble in your sleep. The god held your body carefully and pushed you to your side of the bed and lied back on his side.

From that night forward he casted a spell so you would remain still, or at least move in your portion of the bed.

Just alike you're a cat he most absolutely is one as well. perhaps the reason your relationship took off.

If he falls asleep on you, you cannot move until he's off your lap. It's a law.

A/N : I will be honest i went off the rails and based off a personal dream but hey, this is how i see him?? and he;s still a sleepless 3 hours a year fucker so kjfnfkjgn but about reader personally 😂 i tried though to write for all sorts of sleepers.

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This is your daily reminder that Luka Couffaine deserves the world

Okay but Loki helping the reader with their self esteem is something I need

self-esteem was something you had always struggled with

it didn’t matter how many tricks you tried, how much time you spent convincing yourself that you were better than your mind was making you believe

you just couldn’t seem to get yourself to budge on the matter

and most of the times, you could deal with it

with self-deprecating humor and bad jokes

but sometimes things got to be a little much

and it would just weigh a little bit too heavily on you

and you’d get a little down about

just sort of keep to yourself, not want to talk to anyone

Loki knew it was something you struggled with

and was always willing to sit with you and talk you down

and just be there for you until you were feeling a little better

Loki would always, without fail, have a pep talk ready for you

after making sure you were bundled up nice and warm in a blanket

with your favorite warm drink

and your favorite snack

“I understand you’re feeling a little self-conscious right now, and really don’t want to have the focus on yourself, and that’s okay. That is completely alright. I’ll keep it short and sweet, and then we’ll watch dumb cat videos. The only catch is that you have to listen and not disagree, alright?”

and you look at them a little suspiciously, unsure what they’re going to say

but nod

mostly because you know Loki won’t let the matter just go away

and Loki nods, as well

“I think you’re a wonderful person. I think you’re funny, and smart, and so very, very brave. You don’t give yourself enough credit for everything you’ve been through, for everything that you’re willing to do. You’re strong. You’re an asset to this team, and everyone loves having you here. You are worth so much more than you believe, and if I have to tell you that every day, I will if it means you might start to believe it. I’ll leave it at that, for now, but just know that I love and care for you, a lot. We all do.”

and you’d already been on the verge of tears

and this certainly didn’t help matters

and you end up sniffling

and rubbing at your eyes with a fist

and when you speak, it’s in a quiet little voice

“Thanks, Loki… That really means a lot.”

and Loki can tell you just need a hug

so they go to sit next to you

and just wrap you up in a warm hug

“Anytime, Y/N.”

you never make it to the cat videos

but that’s okay

because you’re actually feeling okay and happy and warm

and that is far more important

Things only maladaptive daydreamers know

Spending literal days in certain situations in your own reality. Nights even.

Making faces and moving lips when imagining stuff, then realising and hoping no one saw it

Having heated arguments by yourself in your room.

Spicing up everything you do with your imagination. Learning? Your suddenly a professor and have to explain that stuff to your students. Cleaning? Your comfort character is watching you while you hum songs while doing it.

h o r n y

Either not being able to watch the show/movie your reality is based of without stopping every five minutes and acting out a scene or obsessively watching this and nothing else.

Trauma

Creating whole musicals and music videos to your favourite songs in your mind

Watching something from the show/movie your reality is based on and thinking "this is so wrong. This happend differently. I live here, I should know"

Either sleeping in with your comfort character next to you every night or just imagining scenes.

Sudden conversations that make no sense to anyone but you

Weird or really violent imagination (torture, being captured and abused ect.)

Not often dreaming about your own reality even though you practically live there every day (or is it just me?)

Googling "imaginary friends at age [...] normal?" in your teenage years

Thinking they be gone soon but here you are, maladaptivly daydreaming your problems away.

Improving your character and your story so often that it's now so detailed you could write literally about ten to twelve books about it. Fuck.

Viktor just went from being some guy to my all time favourite Arcane character. Funniest possible direction they could’ve gone with him. Every fuck in his mind body soul was spent and gone when he emerged from that goop. Woke up purple from a near death experience and immediately dumped his situationship, quit his job, fucked off to the undercity wearing nothing but a blanket and then became the second coming of Christ on accident. King of protecting his peace. Imagine being that guy who tried to shank him. Some Czech twink with dick and balls hanging out starts glowing and then magically cleanses the poison from your body. I’d be on my knees worshipping him too man what a fucked up situation. Someone please get him some trousers

Nightmares || Bucky Barnes x Reader

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word count: 4696

Warnings: mentions of nightmares, insecurity, trauma and ptsd, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, angst. Bucky doesn’t think he’s worthy of love. Reader has mental powers. Starts out kinda sad but it ends up being really cute and fluffy in my opinion. I think that’s it but if I missed anything let me know!

English is not my first language so there could be a lot of grammar mistakes in this.

Summary: Bucky is a free man. Free from Hydra and all that they put inside his mind. But that doesn’t mean he’s free from the past. It haunts him in his sleep and everytime he closes his eyes. Luckily he found someone who’s willing to put up with him. 

Notes: This is a story that I wrote a while back kinda inspired off that scene in tfatws in which Bucky is sleeping on the floor. This is not the first time I write or share a story but it is the first time that I do it in english so I hope it’s not terrible. If it is, I’m sorry, I’ll get better with time!

I hope you like it! Likes, comments or reblogs are very much appreciated!

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cold fingers, warm hands

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: in past relationships, you've always been told you were too much when they called it quits. then you find the perfect man, and you don't want to mess that up too.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: relationship/personal insecurities, wee bit of angst if you would even call it that (talks of a breakup), swearing, suggestive language and i think that's it. pls notify me of any warnings i overlooked.

a/n: here’s a bit of a winter drabble. im in the cozy, cuddly mood & i wanted to get this out. i hope y’all enjoy! my inbox is always open for your sweet, perfect, and filthy ideas. also, the summary thing is new?? i just haven't updated my masterlist and am lazy lol. this is for all the peeps out there who have been told by their ridiculous and stupid exes that they're "too much." you're never too much. you are just the right about for someone who truly loves you.

minors dni.

masterlist

We should talk.

It was a simple text message from Bucky. Three words. Three fuckin' words that made goosebumps rise on your skin. You chewed at the green Starbucks stopper and uncrossed your legs from your comfortable position on the couch.

You've been all the right things -- you thought. Answering his text messages at an appropriate time (not within five minutes since it was received). You didn't babble on dates and made it know just a little bit of you at a time.

When you two slept together for the first time, you left in the early morning by just leaving a kiss on his lips. You didn't stay to make or enjoy breakfast. You put your own clothes back on. You didn't contact him until the next day.

You were sure you were doing everything right. Or at least doing the opposite of what your exes said was just too much.

okay.

should i come to your place?

Shit. Your nerves about his text message got to you and you didn't filter out how ridiculous it was to double-text. You also didn't filter out how inappropriate it was to invite yourself to his. You're killing a relationship that has just started.

No. I'll come to yours.

Shit, times two.

Still a bit anxious, you replied quickly, already breaking one of your rules:

when should i expect you?

Bucky had come into your life a couple of months ago. It's been good or what you thought was good. He was sweet, patient, attentive, and made sure you felt good (all around). You knew after the first date, he was the one. Then you got all in your head. It was too soon to think that. He would think you were desperate. You couldn't be more into this than he was. So you sat back a little and let the relationship be.

Yeah, you thought it was going good.

Then he sent you that text message on a Friday night, you wish you were spending in bed with him. Stop.

Just talked to Fred for bit. See you soon.

Fred. Your doorman.

Oh.

You jumped up, almost knocking over your tea. Double-checking that you didn't have any stains on your jumper, you smacked your lips at the tiny hole on your yoga pants.

But maybe changing your entire outfit would be a red flag, a little much to Bucky. The lazy and effortless wear was perfect for someone who didn't want to seem like they were trying too hard.

God, this suppression of your full self was getting hard.

You were combing the ends of your braids when there was a knock on your door. You let a little yelp escape you but swallow it down as your head to the door.

With a deep breath, you twist the doorknob and there he is.

Bucky was sporting a soft smile and a raincoat. You then took notice of the sound of rain hitting your windows and let Bucky in quickly. He shook off his boat and set them on the towel you kept folded by the door for that exact reason.

"Hi, sweetheart." He said. You got a whiff of his warm cologne and a slight citrus scent. The tip of his nose was a little red and you could tell he was a little cold. He must have walked most of the journey here because the subway stop was just across the street and there's just no way he would be this cold from that short walk.

You wanted to ask why he didn't take the train all the way to you? Why did he decide to walk? Why did he walk in the rain?

But you kept it all to yourself and just let him warm up on your couch. He made himself comfortable, grabbing the throw you kept in the living room, to toss over his legs. Meanwhile, you poured him a glass of water and offered him so hot chocolate.

He declined the latter and drink his full glass of water before speaking again.

"Maybe I should just get it out and say it, huh?" There was a small laugh on his breath.

Here it comes. The most perfect guy breaking up with you. Of course, you would mess that up. You always do.

"Are you-- do you want to break up with me?"

No, it wasn't you asking that. It was the perfect guy. Bucky Barnes. In a navy blue hoodie and sinful gray sweatpants, was asking you if you wanted to break up with him.

What?

So you said it aloud.

"What?"

"I mean," Bucky coughed," You just don't seem-- Fuck, I don't want to say the wrong thing... You just don't seem all that interested. I don't you to feel like you have to date me."

Your heartfelt like it was going to just beat out of your chest. If you could throw up in his lap, you would.

"What?" Is all you could say.

"I'm saying this wrong, aren't I?" Bucky's smile was uncomfortable and small," Are you into this? Us? Do you want to end it? Sometimes it feels like I bore you-"

"-No!" You almost screamed. Bucky's eyes widened and you were sure it wasn't from your volume but rather the fact that you didn't want to end this," I really like you, Bucky. I really, really like you." You cringed at yourself, hoping he wouldn't take that the wrong way.

He just smiled.

No, he actually grinned really big.

"Okay, okay. That's good," Bucky nibbled at his lip," But just answer this for me. Why are you so, I don't know, away from me all the time. If you want to slow things down, we can." Bucky's eyes were so innocent, so hopeful.

It's been clicking the entire conversation but to just hear Bucky say that, you knew you had to say something.

"I only know like your siblings' names and that you performed in a talent show when you were like 12," Bucky laughed," I want to get to know you. Why won't you let me get to know you?"

You were silent for a few moments before you felt a wave of tears manifest themselves. You scooted away from Bucky's outstretched hands and sniffled up.

"I've been told," You started. Deep breaths.

"I've been told I can be a lot. Crazy sometimes. I just," You shuttered, another rush of emotion coming on," I just didn't want to do that with you."

"Too much?" Bucky scooted closer to you," You could never be too much because sweetheart, I don't think I could ever get enough of you."

That made you sob. You couldn't stop Bucky's arms from wrapping around you and sinking you down into the couch. He left small kisses up and down your neck, then pressed his lips to your wet cheeks.

"Talk to me, beautiful. Talk to me."

"I can't," You don't even know how those words came out. You couldn't stop crying. Your throat burned. Your face was hot. You weren't sad. God, no.

You were relieved.

"Don't hold back on me," Bucky said," Don't hide away parts of you. I want them all. I want every single bit."

The thing is,,, I don't even want ppl to be like my favourite fictional character(s) I just want my favourite characters to be real

And I guess I'll just miss her

Even though she isn't even really gone

But things are just different

Ever since she cut her blue hair off