Larissa x reader

Rest my darling| fluff

*A/n~ I'm back hoping to get on a good posting schedule for you all. My personal life will start to get slightly busy in the upcoming months as I will be moving to university after two gaps years. But I'm hoping to still update while I'm uni free. Oh and this prompt is pulled from my recent experiences. *

Prompt~ reader is not sleeping at all or if she does it's poor quality sleep. Being a very touch starved and reserved person she gets by hoping no one notices how dead on her feet she is. Larissa noticed and wants to help. Flufffy sleepy vibes.

Squinting slightly at the big red block numbers that seeming taunted you, you sighed once more.  Two o'clock in the morning. God. This wasn't the first night or hell even the first week you were facing sleepless nights. No, this had been going on for months now. Either you got a few hours of poor quality sleep or you just didn't sleep. All you could do is lay in bed and stare into the black shadows that haunted your room.

Makeup was doing a marvellous job at hiding the dark circles underneath your eyes, the same very pair that were stinging and blood shot. In fact you had taken recently to wearing your long chocolate locks down allowing them to frame your face hoping to redirect the attention from your eyes to else where. Glasses were the next change. Your tired eyes needed the extra support these days so you often found yourself with the black rimmed pieces of glass on your face as your marked or planned lessons.  Only ever adorning them when you were alone. The headaches were excruciating. Your body desperately wanting to force you into sleep.

Your skin seemed to be paler these recent days. You blinked more and your concentration decreased massively. All things that a keen eye would pick up if they knew you well. However to your knowledge no one was watching you that closely. After all you prefer your own company more often than not so worrying over friends was something you didn't do. The students were too preoccupied with the usual teenage dramas and exams which is what you believe has allowed you to get away undetected with this for this long.

The shrill of the alarm broke you from another night of sleepless thoughts. You let a sigh and a roll of your eyes take over your body. It was so damn Frustrating. And if your honest did you really have the energy to get up and teach your drama lessons today? No you didn't. But laying in the bed unable to sleep wasn't appealing either. So with a grunt you dragged yourself out of bed and got ready for the day.

Now Larissa likes to pride herself on her observation skills. Of course she did. As years of being a misunderstood version of an outcast, she spent years in the shadows just watching. Now recently y/n had peaked the women's interest. Her behaviour was a little off these last few weeks which had caused her to observe you. However, Larissa couldn't crack what was causing the strange behaviour from y/n. Just waiting for someone to come to here so she could have a reason to check in.

You're lessons today seemed to drag on forever. Drama was the one passion you had for life. The ability to be anyone you wanted to be. To put the real Y/n aside and transform into someone else. A great way to deal with emotions and express yourself. It's one reason why you wished you had the ability of the principle. To be able to change, transform and create a new person. To escape. Instead you got stuck with the ability to feel emotions. Feeling everyone's emotions and reading their auras. The ability definitely aided your teaching.

"And this guys is why creative arts are so important. It's important to remember you are who you are and that's okay. You should be free to express yourself in any ways you deem fit." You finished declaring to your 5th years. Most of the students met you with smiles and of course Wednesday with her usual blank stare. A

Claps sounded the drama hall catching your attention. "Ah! Principal Weems what a lovely surprise" you exclaimed plastering a small smile on your face and trying to use your normal tone not the one that had exhaustion dripping through it.