i'll be up for another hour or so

He’s figured out that while jerking his paw away won’t stop me from doing his nails, slowly rolling onto his back and gently pulling his whole leg away will stop me immediately because I cannot handle the cute.

*it looks like he’s baring his teeth but he’s not. His top lip got stuck on his gums.

Day 1
I cried so hard my mother was scared to leave me alone. She called me from work every hour to hear me breathing.
Day 2
I only left my bed to go to class. Your best friend said you love me more than I’ll ever know.
Day 3
I was finally able to eat a meal without heaving it (and thoughts of us) up ten minutes later.
Day 4
Another girl said you asked her to hang out. I lost it right there in the middle of class.
Day 5
I laughed without you today.
Day 6
I cuddled with another boy but I couldn’t fall asleep in his arms. I went to the bathroom and cried my eyes dry at 5 am. I miss your arms.
Day 7
I posted a picture with the boy. You liked it and it made my stomach feel like knives.
Day 8
I typed a text to send you saying we’re not pregnant but I deleted it. It’s stupid but I wish I still had you to celebrate with.
Day 9
I didn’t think about you today and I swore I was cured. I think my mind was just playing a cruel trick on me.
Day 10
I wore a dress to school and you paused in the hallway to turn and look at me. I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest.
Day 11
My brother asked me how many times I’m going to listen to the same song. He doesn’t know it’s your favorite.
Day 12
I wore your t-shirt to bed. It still smells like you. God I would bathe in that smell if I could.
Day 13
I opened up to my friends finally. No one can make sense of it. No one saw it coming. I wish I saw it coming.
Day 14
I went out of my way to drive past your house tonight. It gave me a feeling of safety, like the way I used to feel with my head on your chest.
Day 15
What shade of green are your eyes? I promised myself I would never forget them and god here I am. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.
Day 16
Picked up the phone to call you before class. I forgot I couldn’t do that anymore. Who’s supposed to calm me down in the mornings?
Day 17
I wonder who you call now to calm you down on nights when you can’t sleep.
Day 18
Somedays the doubt overcomes me and hangs in the air like a dark cloud. I think maybe you never really loved me, but then that makes the least sense of all.
Day 19
I brought your things back. You told me I looked like I was doing well and I know it upset you I didn’t turn to look back. Little did you know I left and went to our spot where I cried until there wasn’t a dry spot on the front of my shirt.
Day 20
I heard you replaced me and it scratched at my scars but I didn’t bleed.
Day 21
This was a stupid poem about a troublesome boy who held my heart in his palm and who loved me and who destroyed me. But I don’t need you to be happy anymore.
—  they say it takes 21 days to break a bad habit - @needumost

I’m about to start a whole new life. I’m ready I’m ready I’m ready let me crack open in seeds and float to every corner of the wind I’m ready I’m ready I’m ready

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Can’t Sleep Without You Here

Maybe one day my writing inspiration will come at a normal hour.
Clearly that’s not tonight.

Also I’m too lazy to come up with a cute title right now, so I’ll figure that out tomorrow when I upload this to ao3!

In the meantime, have another super short SnowBaz drabble/ficlet thing that I just wrote.

Guess what has a title and is now on ao3

It’s late and I can’t sleep, though not for a lack of trying.

I’m not used to falling asleep without having Baz less than three feet away from me. Not that he’s much farther now. He’s only out watching the telly from the couch. Yet, as I toss and turn in my bed, I can’t help but feel it is somehow too empty.

I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and pull one of Baz’s jumper’s out from the drawer in the nightstand. He keeps a whole bunch of his clothes in random drawers here. We may not live together anymore, but he still spends enough nights here that it just makes sense for him to leave something to wear here. The sleeves are a bit too long and fall past my fingertips. I find an extra comfort in that, like Baz is covering all of me and keeping me safe and warm. There’s a pair of argyle socks that must have been under the jumper, so I pull those over my feet before I shuffle out the bedroom door to go find Baz.




Snow went to bed an hour ago.

I don’t know why I stayed out here. Surely my Netflix marathon could have waited until tomorrow, but for some reason I couldn’t drag myself away from the screen. The episode I’m watching only has ten minutes left. When it’s over, I’ll go to bed with my boyfriend…where I should have been an hour ago.

I hear the door creak open so I look over and see Snow shuffle his way out into the living room. He’s wearing my jumper - which covers his hands completely, a pair of blue boxer briefs, and argyle socks that come up to almost his knee. He looks absolutely ridiculous. It’s adorable.

One of his sweater-covered-hands comes up to rub one of his eyes as he tries - and fails - to stifle a yawn.

“I couldn’t sleep without you.”

I almost fight to keep a smile from spreading across my face before I realize I don’t have to do that anymore. I pat the cushion of the couch next to me in answer, and Simon smirks back.

He shuffles the rest of the way over to the couch and curls up in a ball with his head in my lap. My hand finds its way into his bronze curls and his eyes slip shut. He’s asleep within seconds.

I guess I could watch another episode…or two.

anyway, y’all, on a more serious note

I’m legitimately flattered by y’all’s kindness and support; I can honestly say that I can’t quite believe it yet, but it’s at least nice to hear, and I’m grateful.

I’m not really sure how to properly respond, because I am very not used to this, so please don’t be offended by anything I say in turn; I’m not exactly the best at articulating myself and my thoughts and my feelings, lmao.

But anyway. Sorry for the spam again today; I get back to classes tomorrow, and I’ve got a bunch of homework, but I’m gonna try and at least get something interesting posted lmao.

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“ – They should have picked another play. There are so many great works by Shakespeare and yet they went with the tired, overrated choice. Sure, it has a few good lines, but Romeo and Juliet are fucking ridiculous. They only knew each other for three goddamn days and we’re supposed to buy that they were so madly in love they couldn’t live without each other? Just a few hours ago he was bloody moaning over Rosalind! Greatest love story ever told, my fucking arse.”

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We are a generation of insomniacs
Or at least we like to think we are
Sleep is hard to find when you’re riding the wave
Of pestering creative juices and opportunities lurking
Just one more minute, we say
So we can get things done
Only another hour
until we hit the jackpot
Ideas and dreams appear to be as easy to pursue
as they are to hype up
But reality takes a bite at us
Sometimes a quick snap
Other times the teeth sink in deep
And our ego is scarred
So that equals less sleep
You can do anything you set your mind to-
the constant mantra drilled into our head since kindergarten
The truth is you can do anything your limits allow you to
And let’s face it,
We set out walls in tightly.

-AngieMurillo
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Goodbye, Hannibal

“I don’t have your appetite. Goodbye, Hannibal.”

He fell asleep again. The police cars woke him up a few hours later, and now the cold, snowy wind stabbed his already wounded body. As he watched Dr. Lecter kneeled before Jack, all Will could feel was pain.

No relief, no fulfillment. Not even the smallest trace of irritation, hearing the words Hannibal was clearly addressing to him while speaking to Jack .

Hannibal turned and looked him in the eyes. “Not fond of eye contact, are you?”, and Will still wasn’t, yet their eyes had met countless times since that sentence was pronounced. But that time, he couldn’t stand that look. He went back inside, hoping his pain would ease without the wind. It didn’t.

He sat on his bed again, looking around. The desolation of the room mirrored the loneliness he felt inside. Not that he wasn’t used to feel lonely, but that time he really was lonely.

Not knowing what to do, he remembered he had left his phone in a drawer, before leaving for Italy. He found it among some leashes and old newspapers. He turned it on and seven pairs of eyes looked back at him from the phone’s background. His heart dropped. He pushed something random just to avoid having to look at the picture and the call history opened.

He regretted it immediately. 

While the incoming calls were mostly from Jack, Alana, or his lawyer, the outgoing calls history nearly listed only two numbers: Dr. Lecter and Dr. Lecter’s Office. The most recent call had been made to Dr. Lecter. A nine seconds call, according to the register. “A three words call.” , he thought. He quickly moved to its contacts list, trying not to think about the night that call was made. 

Hannibal’s was the last name he needed to see, and he wasn’t going to call him anymore, so he deleted both numbers, realizing he knew them by heart and was unlikely to forget them.

Will found out deleting a phone number doesn’t delete its calls history. Nor the texts.

He scrolled through the few, short texts he had exchanged with Hannibal. They were mostly Hannibal reminding him the day and time of the next scheduled session and Will thanking him. “Thank you, Dr. Lecter”, “Thank you Hannibal”. He remembered he hesitated before sending the text, the first time he wrote Hannibal instead of Dr. Lecter. Of course, it had been the doctor himself to insist on it.

He sighed, and deleted the texts, too.

Going back to the menu, he noticed the phone was offline. He turned off the flight mode and put the phone on the bedside table.

He closed his eyes. One moment later he heard the text tone.

“I’ll wait until you have it.
Goodbye, Will.”

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until now.

until jared padalecki.

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Day 9: Thanks Pt. 2 (Jikook)

As promised, Part 2! Please enjoy!

Jimin has to spend another night in the hospital, just to make sure he gets a proper rest and to make sure nothing was internally damaged when he fell. Jimin settles in for the night, glancing around the painfully plain room. There is absolutely nothing interesting about it. He’s so bored. He’d had almost twelve hours of sleep the night before and they’d hardly let him out of the bed today. Jimin wants to get up, to move around, something. He’s about to say fuck it and sneak out of the room when his door opens.

He freezes, halfway out of the bed.

“Park Jimin, where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Jimin falls back in the bed with a sigh of relief.

“Oh, Jeonggukie, it’s just you, Thank God. I thought is was a doctor. They would kill me if they came in and I wasn’t in the bed.” Jeongguk closes the door behind him and walks slowly up to Jimin’s bed.

“Just. Me? You think the doctors would have anything on me? If you do anything to hurt yourself further, I will kill you.” Jimin snorts and rolls his eyes.

“Wouldn’t that defeat the purpose?” Jeongguk sits in his designated chair and props his feet up on the bed.

“Fuck off.” Jimin smiles and looks away.

“What’re you doing here anyway. Visiting hours are over. If the docs come in, I won’t be the one in trouble.” Jeongguk shrugs.

“Nobody kicked me out last night.”

“You’re going to stay here again? Jeongguk I’m fine, you heard them say it. I’m just here for "rest”.“ Jeongguk looks off out the window, making a point not to look at Jimin.

"I’m not leaving.” He can see Jimin staring at him from the corner of his eye.  

“Fine. But just…just get in the bed.” Jimin sighs and scoots over. Jeongguk stares at the empty space.

“Jiminie hyung…”

“There’s no way I’ll be able to go to sleep when you’re just sitting there. I don’t really understand why you’re doing this in the first place. I can’t believe the others aren’t questioning it…” Jimin trails off at the end. He doesn’t move or look up until he feels the bed dip. He glances to his side and watches as Jeongguk awkwardly slides into the bed. He’s trying to keep a space between them but the bed’s just too small. They both settle on their sides, Jimin looking at the back of Jeongguk’s head. He thinks that’s the extent of their conversation and closes his eyes and tries to relax.

“You didn’t see me…when you fell. They did.” Jeongguk’s voice is muffled by the arm in front of his face. Jimin’s eyes open and he bores holes into Jeongguk’s back.

“What does that mean?” There’s a pause.

“I…we all…we kept trying, after you left the stage. It was pretty useless, cause it’s not like anyone was paying attention anymore but. We kept trying but I…I forgot.” Jimin reaches up and brushes just the very tips of his fingers across Jeongguk’s back.

“You forgot what?”

“…The dance. I forgot.” Jimin’s hand stills on Jeongguk’s back.  

“You forgot…the moves?” There’s disbelief in Jimin’s voice, and Jeongguk understands, because he doesn’t ever, ever forget a dance; the true meaning behind the nickname “golden maknae”.  

“Yeah. But…not just that. It, it was like…I forgot how to dance.” Jeongguk curls into a ball.

Jeongguk.” Jimin’s hand moves from his back to his shoulder. He gently pulls Jeongguk back until he’s turned to face Jimin. He has his eyes closed, but there’s tear tracks running down his cheeks. Jimin wants to brush them off.

“Jeongguk. I don’t know what that means.” Jeongguk huffs out a laugh but it sounds more like a sob.

“It means I’m so fucking in love with you that just the thought of you being hurt makes me…” Jeongguk shuts up and squeezes his eyes tight until he sees patterns swirling in the darkness.

Jimin has to take a moment to make sure his heart is still beating. he sits up and pulls on Jeongguk’s arms until he sits up too.  

“Jeonggukie, open your eyes. Please.” Eyelashes flutter slowly until finally, Jeongguk is looking at Jimin. Jimin runs a thumb over Jeongukk’s cheek.

“I’m here.” He kisses the other cheek.

“I’m okay.” He kisses Jeongguk’s forehead.

“I love you too.” He looks at Jeongguk’s lips, then up into his eyes through his eyelashes. He can feel the heat radiating off Jeongguk. Jimin mouths at Jeongguk’s jaw, up to his ear and back. They’re so close.

“Can I-”

Yes.” Jeongguk breathes out, his breath ghosting past Jimin’s cheek.  

Jimin closes the little distance between them. He bites down on Jeongguk’s lip and Jeongguk melts into him. His hands push at Jimin’s waist until they’re lying down again. Jimin pulls Jeongguk on top of him, his hands running through Jeongguk’s hair. Lips move down Jimin’s neck, placing feather light kisses down to his collar. Jimin’s hands run lower to play with the hem of Jeongguk’s t-shirt. His fingers slip underneath, hands sliding up Jeongguk’s back.  

Jeongguk moves back up to attack Jimin’s mouth, kissing him deeply. Jimin tugs desperately at Jeongguk’s shirt and Jeongguk pulls away laughing. He sits up and reaches behind himself and gently pulls Jimin’s hands away.  

“We should probably stop.” He laughs harder when Jimin pouts.  

“You do realize your still in the hospital right?”  

“So?” Jimin whines and squirms underneath Jeongguk and, oh. Jeongguk’s eyes flutter shut for a moment and he has to send up a little prayer for restraint.

“You’re hooked up to a heart monitor Jiminie. If your heart rate rises too much, the doctor’s will think something’s wrong. Besides, you’re supposed to be resting, remember?” Jimin flushes.

“Fuck.”

“Maybe later.” Jeongguk smirks. Jimin scoffs. Jeongguk takes a moment to study Jimin. His hair’s an absolute mess, and his mouth, dear God his mouth, is cherry red, as is the rest of his face really. He’s breathing heavily but his eyes are so alive. They’re almost sparkling.  

“You know Kookie, you being on top of me right now is not helping this situation.” This time Jeongguk blushes and quickly moves off Jimin, laying back down beside him. Jimin turns and wraps his arms around Jeongguk and lays his head on Jeongguk’s chest.

“Jeonggukie?” Jeongguk hums in acknowledgement.

“Thank you. For worrying about me. For caring about me.” Jeongguk throws an arm around Jimin and squeezes tight and kisses Jimin’s forehead.

“Always, Jiminie. Always.”

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