i could sleep if i could just stop

It’s 2 in the morning and I wish someone would just tell me how to stop missing you. I wish someone could teach me to forget the soft touch of your fingers on my back and how I felt sleeping in your arms. I wish my ears had never heard your sweet words and we never had a first kiss. I wish I could forget all about you because ever since the day you left I’ve been in a whirlwind of missing you and if it doesn’t stop soon I’m not going to be able to breathe.
—  live-lifesimply 
I feel so tired all the time but when I am in bed I can’t shut my eyes. I stare at the ceiling for so long and wonder why? God if you are out there, why won’t you reply?
Rest In Peace

Looks like I’m doing Fluff Fiction Week.

Here are the other fluffs I’ve written.

Day Two Prompt: Friendship/Family


Alya was going to die. This was it. This was her end. Her runny nose was going to kill her. It wasn’t all that farfetched. She could roll over in her sleep and block her mouth and just suffocate to death because of her freaking stopped up nose. It could happen.

Look, Alya was well aware that she was being a tad dramatic over what was likely just a cold, but she also had the worst headache in the history of headaches and two screaming sisters that she was supposed to be looking after. Cut her some slack. And while you’re at it, cut her some nice roses to put on her grave. When her head finally gave up and just exploded from the snot taking up residency in her sinuses.

“Alya!” Clara called, her high voice stabbing into Alya’s left temple. Alya let out a rough groan, hoping that her darling sisters would, against all odds, not come to her with whatever argument they were having. Again.

“Alya!” Clara called, louder this time.

Alya heard running footsteps and then her door swung open, little Clara hanging from the knob.

“Alya-” Clara started, her hazel eyes wide and earnest. Normally, this expression on Alya’s adorable six-year-old sister’s face got her to do just about anything, but right now, cuteness counted for nothing.

“Can you and Letty please get along for just thirty minutes?” Alya groaned.

“But, Alya-” Clara started again.

“Clara,” Alya said sharply. Clara’s face fell, her wild hair, brighter and curlier than Alya’s, falling into her face. Alya immediately felt guilty, but her head was throbbing at this point, so she simply let her head fall back her pillow as Clara slowly closed the door. Alya resolved to make it up to Clara later and went back to silently suffering.

Or she would have gone back to silently suffering if her door hadn’t swung open again a moment later.

“Clara-” Alya began, a little heatedly, but she stopped short when she saw who was standing in her doorway. “Mrs. Cheng?”

“Hello, Alya,” Mrs. Cheng said pleasantly, moving into the room and setting a cloth bag down on Alya’s nightstand.

“What are you doing here?” Alya asked. She wondered briefly if she was hallucinating and if that meant that she really was dying, but then Mrs. Cheng touched a gentle hand to Alya’s forehead and she was pretty sure that was real because it felt so good.

“I’m taking care of a silly girl that has a fever and didn’t bother to ask for help,” Mrs. Cheng said, smiling down at Alya as she started to unpack her bag, taking out medicine and tissues and what looked like a container of soup that might as well have been the nectar of the heavens.

“How did you-” Alya began, but then Marinette walked into the room and all of Alya’s questions were answered.

“Maman, I’ve got the girls deciding on a movie,” Marinette updated cheerfully as she perched on the side of the bed. “Hey, Alya. How’s dying going?”

“I’m not dying, Marinette,” Alya grumbled. “Don’t be so dramatic.”

“I’m being dramatic?” Marinette asked, her eyebrows rising. Alya saw the trainwreck coming, but she couldn’t do anything but wince and take the medicine Mrs. Cheng was holding out to her as Marinette took out her phone and started reading. “‘Marinette, this is the worst. This is the actual worst. I’m going to die. I leave you all of my worldly possessions. The password to the Ladyblog is taped under my desk. Please carry it on in my honor. And don’t let Violetta get her hands on my journal. Oh, and tell Nino I-’”

“Okay, we get it,” Alya said hastily. Mrs. Cheng, the traitor, chuckled under her breath as she held the soup out to Alya. Alya wanted to be grumpy, but the soup smelled heavenly and the Dupain-Chengs were actual angels, so she couldn’t really gripe at them. “Thank you for coming, guys.”

“Of course, Alya,” Marinette said, smoothing Alya’s hair away from her face with a fond smile. “Anytime.”

Oh look, more prompts.

Hey guys, send me a few of these with Seb or any of his characters! I’ll work on them over the next few days. c:


1. “I don’t want to stop loving you.”

2.”Shut up and kiss me.”

3. “Please stop being so stubborn and just let me kiss you.”

4. “A blind person could see that you’re in love with me.”

5. “We were just pretending to be lovers, but I’m not pretending anymore.. I need to know if you feel the same way.”

6. “If you cant sleep… we could have sex?”

7. “I said you couldn’t fall in love with me, but I didn’t say I couldn’t fall in love with you.”

8. “I’m so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.”

9. “Promise me you’ll stay.”

10. “I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me.”

11. “My life is my own to ruin.”

12. “No emotions. No relationship. Just sex.”

13. “You have no right to fall in love with me.”

14. “You did not just wake me up at 2am just because you’re in the mood… We aren’t even dating.”

15. “Do you ever shut the fuck up?”

16. “I didn’t want it to end, I just thought you’d be better off without me..”

17. “I’ve tried to move on, but no one is you.”

18. “If this is the last time I see you, know that I love you more than anything.”

19. “You hide it in jokes and sarcasm, but I can see how broken you are.”

20. “Just do one last thing: Kiss me.”

21. “Nothing has ever scared me more than being with you.”

22. “Please.. don’t leave.”

23. “I should be the only one making you happy.”

24. “We were never just friends.”

25. “Stop avoiding me!”

26. “That’s all I was to you? A one-night stand?”

27. “Is that my sweater?”

28. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

29. “Please, just one more time, and then I’ll leave you alone forever, if you want.”

30. “Then come over here and make me.”

31. “Are you trying to seduce me?”

32. “I miss you every second of every day.”

33. “I don’t wanna be your secret anymore.”

34. “I’d rather fight with you than make love to anyone else.”

35. “I’m trying to forget you the best I can, but damn it, we belong together.”

36. “You don’t hate me, quit lying to yourself.”

37. “You say I got us into this, but you didn’t stop it from happening, either.”

38. “I always overthink, just let me do something thoughtless for once in my life.”

39. “After everything… I’d still choose you.”

40. “You’re blushing.”

Wild Speculation

Okay, I’ve been sitting on this since 4 am, because I was dead asleep when in my dream I had a brain storm about a possible twist in The 100 s4. Woke up, could NOT get back to sleep even though I promised my brain I would talk about it, if it would let me get 2 more hours of sleep. No go, just couldn’t stop thinking about it. It is definitely from out of nowhere, but it could fit in to various things. Not saying it’s going to happen, just saying it might. Putting it behind the cut because it’s not my prediction and it’s rather off the wall. But if it’s accurate it would totally spoil the surprise. I, of course, have also used evidence from the promos, trailers, spoilers, and things JR has said. It’s probably not real but anyway…

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Chekov Headcanons

Wow a lot of you guys wanted these, this is probably a one time thing, but you never know. For @starsaremyocean, don’t worry, I got you!

- Everyone, and I mean everyone on the enterprise knows Chekov likes you. He is always staring at you, smiling when you get excited and Sulu is the first to call him out on it.

- Kirk totally makes comments, especially at really innappropiate times.
Enemy ship about to blow up enterprise, “Hey Chek did you sleep well last night?????”
Core is dead (again) and they are free falling in space (again): “Chek could you stop staring and actually do something??”
Someone was just murdered on the ship, there’s a chance the world could blow up: “So Y/n huh??”

And the whole time Chekov is about to die, because you hear everything.

- Okay Chekov is kinda a horny bastard so I mean him showing up at your door at ungodly hours is not uncommon.

- You guys have actually been a thing since Uhura told Spock about it and Spock well…kinda told you…he thought he was helping. (even though you knew, Sulu told you last week)

- Kirk tries to give Dad TalksTM to the both of you and are soooo awkward.
“Make sure to use pro–”
“OKAY PLEASE STOP!”

- Lmao one day Chekov walks onto the bridge late, covered in hickeys and omg Bones just kinda is there like “???????? When did this happen? So pure. no!”
Tbh I feel like Bones would be the last to notice you two had a thing going, but would always be the first to say something.

- (NSFW) He speak in Russian when he goes down on you, and oh lord…
He really likes kisses when you got at, and he prefers getting hickeys. But there have been days when you’re covered in them, Uhura nudges you like, “Get it girl!”
He has really high pitched moans and they are kinda adorable
Also swears in Russian…a lot…
Chekov’s very interchangeable, some days he’s a dom, other days he’s a sub.
Honestly the boy likes sex, so he doesn’t really care what’s happening.

- Lots and lots of making out.
You could be walking somewhere then he’ll just grab you, pull you into the closest room.
You both aren’t big on PDA only because everyone makes comments. Even hand holding, Spock is screaming about rules and you there like “You??? literally??? eat??? Uhura’s???? face???? before??? beamng out????" 
You almost (always) get caught making out. poor Scotty.

- He really likes always just touching you in some way
Chekov will always have a hand on you, shoulders touching when you sit, omg boy loves when you sit on his lap. ;)
He also likes when you play with his hair, lol the noises he makes.
And cuddling, so much cuddling.

Okay I could go on forever, so I’m going to stop myself here. I have exposed my deep love for Chekov…whelp!

okay but wincest/brothers fandom can we pls just take a moment to appreciate the canon fact that sam actually kept the samulet. this has been one of the biggest, mutual headcanons across the fandom and now it’s fucking canon. sam kept the samulet

anonymous asked:

Bechloe 46

46. “If they find out, I’ll kill myself and then you.”

“Beca, would you calm down? It’s not that big of a deal.” Jesse says as he watches Beca pace around her room, one hand on her forehead, the other placed on her hip.

“Oh my god. Oh my god.” Beca panics continuously, completely ignoring the boys response in attempting to calm her down.

“Beca, honestly! It could of been anyone who walked in here. It could of been Amy, it could of even been Chloe!”

Beca stops in her way suddenly, the horrifying thoughts smothering her brain of such things the boy suggested.

“Oh god, no. No.” Beca begins to panic again. “I mean, who even does that, right?” She laughs hysterically.

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Better

A 221B that could be about anything but that I just happened to write today:

It was long after midnight, nearly time to begin a new day. John lifted his head from the cradle of his pillow. “Stop pacing and come to bed, hmm?" 

Sherlock paused in the path he’d been stalking across the room. He’d stripped down to his underwear before being distracted by the news alerts on his phone, and now John could see him shivering in the cool night air. 

"How can you possibly expect me to sleep right now?”

“You don’t need to sleep.”

“I’m not really in the mood for—”

“Just come here and we can keep each other warm, okay?” John twitched back the covers in invitation and Sherlock sighed and crossed the room to climb into bed.

John turned off the bedside lamp and shifted on his side so they were facing each other, foreheads and knees touching, hands clasped in the space between. “All right?” he asked.

Sherlock shook his head and made a sound somewhere between a sniff and a sigh and John traced one hand up his chest, stopping to curve his fingers over his shoulder. “We’ll get through this.”

“How?" ”

“We’ve been through worse.“

"How?” Sherlock repeated.

John’s head was at a loss but his heart knew exactly what to say. “Together,” he whispered, and pulled Sherlock closer, trusting they would eventually feel better.  

hey psst hey is it ok if i text you at 1am when i can’t sleep and maybe you’ll come over and we’ll play mario kart and i’ll lose like i always do and i’ll try to make the food you love the most and you’ll gently correct me by holding your hand over mine on the spoon as i stir the noodles—

or.

we could lie next to each other, both not sleeping. maybe my feet would touch yours under the covers. maybe i’d tip my forehead into your shoulder and you’d go all still like you don’t want me to move, or maybe i’m making you uncomfortable with the touch. sorry. i’ll stop.

maybe—

we could just keep texting because you’re too far away to come sleep next to me even though the right side of the bed is empty and waiting for you. you’ll send me a smiley face and my heart will thump against my ribs, the only noise i can tolerate when i’m tired. i’ll spend half an hour with my eyes closed thinking up scenarios where you come to me, or i come to you, imagining, fantasies. i’ll go to sleep thinking about you and i’ll wake up thinking about you too.

hey. psst. hey. it’s 1am and i can’t sleep— can i text you?

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Confessing DiNozzo you loved him since you first saw him :D

You coughed and sat up, unable to sleep. This open wound was hurting.
You rolled over and grabbed your phone.

Tony walked into the bullpit the next day, circles under his eyes dark. He sat at his desk and noticed the light on his phone beeping. A voicemail.
‘Beep- Hey Tony. It’s me. I just… I couldn’t sleep.’
He inhaled. Your voice was something that could soothe him, even from miles and miles away.
'I wanted to tell you I love you.’
Tony’s heart stopped.
'From the first moment I saw you.“ You could be heard laughing and he could envision you shaking your head with a smile, hair brushing on your shoulders. 'You made me laugh. So hard. Remember that time you put Ziva’s stapler in jello?”
Tony grinned to himself, almost not feeling a tear wander out of his eye and down his cheek.
He loved you too.

Mr. Snuggles - Yakov Chernenkov [Drabble] (Fluff)

Masterpost can be found here.

For: @saesha

A/N: I hope you like it, and I hope this will make your day a little better. You know I heart you a lot, and I really wish I could be there. But since I can’t, I wrote this short thing to at least heal you after the angst yesterday. I love you, Raya ♡♡♡ Also, I seriously need to stop writing about Yakov.

Mr. Snuggles

The soft breathing of the baby made her smile; she could not blame her little girl to be so exhausted when they were just getting back from another meeting at Nobel Michel. Her tiny figure was curled up against her, nuzzling against her chest and burying her face in her neck. She settled her again into her arms, trying to make her sleep as comfortable as she could.

“Seems like someone was tired”, her husband said, suddenly, looking at her.

Yakov had that sweet, proud smile on his face. His violet eyes glanced at the little girl peacefully sleeping, before returning to her. He knew that not only their daughter was exhausted; his wife had to be just as tired, and even he was feeling the effect of those three long days outside Sybil Fortress.

“Yes”, his wife giggled. “But you can’t blame her. She spent almost all her time playing with the other children”

He smiled again.

“I know”

She looked at him lovingly, before putting a lock of hair away of her daughter’s face. Eleonora, as Yakov so eagerly said he wanted to name her, was quietly snoring, completely unaware of her surroundings. She looked just like her father when she was asleep, even though she was only two years old, and the thought made her smile. The Sybilian prince reached to cover her more, with the pink blanket her mother had put over her; it was cold, the usual in their kingdom, and he didn’t want her catching a cold.

Yakov made her sit down in the lobby while he went to call Yuri. The sight caused her to laugh softly; it was such a cute view, seeing her husband walking around the airport with that big pink bunny plush. He had been hugging the stuffed animal the whole way back home, since the owner claimed to be too tired to be carrying her best friend. 

The soldier prince, the strong and brave Yakov had been carrying around a pink stuffed bunny just for his daughter. And no, he didn’t have that grumpy face he would usually make. He had a satisfied, proud smile as he walked around the lobby talking to Yuri so he could arrange things for later.

“Mommy…”, the girl whispered, softly, still asleep as she nuzzled more into her.

“Shhh”, she coo, kissing her forehead softly so she could go back to her pleasant sleep.

Once he finished the call, they went outside waiting for Yuri to come back with the car. However, the shocked looked on the butler’s face didn’t go unnoticed as he glanced at his master with the big stuffed animal still glued to him.

“Uhm, Your Highness… Why don’t you give me Mr. Snuggles and I put him with the rest of your belongings?”, he asked, reaching for the bunny.

“No”, Yakov said, taking a few steps back so Yuri couldn’t even touch the stuffed animal. “Mr. Snuggles was entrusted to me.”

His wife laughed again.

“Seems like Mr. Snuggles made a new friend, love”, she whispered softly to her sleeping daughter, a silly smile on her face.

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i really love jin he's hilarious honestly,, but he seriously doesnt get enough attention and im sick of fake woke jin tweets just for retweets and attention srsly

Unpopular opinion: Seokjin deserves all the love from all armys not only Jin stans. Yall should stop sleeping on my man 

unpopular opinion:: Jin is attractive af but i cant imagine him in a sexual way🤔

1) jin is hands down one of di funniest members in bts. in fact, he is di funniest. not bc of his puns but jin could literally look into di camera n i start busting out laffing. he really is such a naturally funny person. could b his sag tbh

2) jin deserves love from all 7billion ppl on this earth, n thats on god

3) this is me, jin is so vanilla and pure in my eyes like idk i cant see him being sexual tbh, even if i try to imagine it, i would laugh so hard omg

I was tagged by @thirstyalec and @grumpycatsantiago   thank you my lovelies  ♥ (sorry this took a while)

Name: Abi

Height: Lmao I don’t actually know, why does everyone know their height?? Idk man, like 5″4?

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw!

Go to SSBB character: Yoshi! Duh.

Fictional character I’d date: You expect me to choose one?! Magnus Bane. (Also Clary Fray, Isabelle Lightwood, Simon Lewis, Maia Roberts, Jem Carstairs, Tessa Gray….. I could go on)

Favorite band or artist: Stop making me choose one! Music is everything to me, I’ll just name a couple.. Troye Sivan, Ruelle, Sleeping At Last, Mayday Parade, Blink-182, Daughtry, Green Day, My Chemical Romance, I could go on forever I love so much music. I’ve been listening to lots of Lady Gaga and Sia recently too.

When did I make this blog: Okay so I made this blog forever ago but I didn’t really use it as it was just a back-up for my other account, but I don’t use that one anymore. Technically I only really started using this blog like 2 months ago which is crazy cause it feels like forever.

How many blogs do I follow: 139. I need to follow a ton of people, I’ve been meaning to go on a follow spree for a while. I know a few blogs I need to follow already. (I might go do that after I finish this)

What do I post about: SHADOWHUNTERS! (Including all the books) Also ocassionally some hp/fbawtft, sense8 etc. I like lots of things, I’m just emotionally invested in Shadowhunters.

Do I get asks on a regular basis: Nope, come talk to me! Honestly, I’m a massive dork and there is a 100% chance that I will love you. I really don’t know how to start a conversation.

Aesthetic: Pastel, nature, space, fires and baggy jumpers.

Tag 20 followers you want to get to know better: I never know who to taaag, plus idk who’s already done this/been tagged. @softshumjr  @magnificentbane  @niifflers  @raphaelsimon  @magnusizzy  @alec-magnvs  @clarygaywood  @jamescarstairs  @emmascxrstairs and I’m also gonna tag @lightwoodherondalefairchild  I love you all  ♥ ♥ ♥ (You don’t have to do this and can just ignore me lmao)

Could use some good thoughts today – Maggie, our 17-year-old cat, is in very poor health and is fading fast. She’s stopped eating and drinking. It’s just kind of a matter of time. My mother won’t stop crying, but she can’t bring herself to put her to sleep.

It’s just kind of really miserable and sad around here right now and I could use some love and positivity, especially since I have to be the strong one because my mother is completely falling apart. :/

idk

so I’ve been havin a heck of a time recently due to a lot of factors but on the whole it’s just internal stuff and a lot of old issues bubbling back up because this time of year is always rough for me (not due to the weather, due to the schedule) and my mom just tries to help and she does but in a way she can’t and I really hate myself for feeling the way I do and I wish I could love differently and more intelligently and I wish I had better taste in people and I wish I could stop feeling as strongly as I do and I wish I would stop trying to replace people that cannot be replaced because I don’t work that way and I wish I could have some motivation to do anything but lie around because honestly I don’t even sleep I’m just kind of a mildly awake log all the time fml

Just had to GO. Family arrived home. Again. Felt physically sick. Just grabbed books & said I’d go to work even though it’s not comfortable. I don’t know if I can. No f*ing reason. Just need somewhere else to go. Half minded to sleep there. Maybe spending all morning & yesterday fitting in. Not having my own space. Too many years with no personal space. Tried to include some of me. Could hardly make eye contact. Was present all yesterday. Just could not stomach staying. Even shut in the office. Know my son will come looking for me. Left half the stuff I’d need to do what I should do today so better go back. But I rarely feel it this urgently. Completely irrational but compelling feeling. Shameful. Wrong. Bad. Sick to my stomach. Stuck again as soon as I stop. If I go back now they’ll still be there. Asking. Talking. There’s no reason, no justification, but I can’t keep doing this.

Imagine if graves had QR codes. I’ve been thinking about this probably a little too much.

It’s not like every grave would have one, just people (or their family) who wanted one could have it. When you scanned it it could give you more information on who the person was. With a gravestone you just get the name, date of birth and death, maybe if they were a mother or son or what have you. But you scan the QR code and it would tell you where the person was from, their hobbies, their career, words about them from friends or family. Maybe a picture. You could really start seeing them as less of a gravestone and more of an actual once-living being. 

I couldn’t sleep last night because I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Imagine if it could be something like a will; maybe you could have the choice on what information would be put ahead of time, how you’d want others to remember you. Maybe you’d scan the QR code and it would just take you to a page of that person’s favorite pie recipe or something I don’t know. It’s kind of a weird idea but I needed to get it out of my system.