Sleeplessness Stories

When you can't sleep

Just bits and pieces I feel like writing when I cannot sleep.

Tired

Arav & Idika Fall in Love with each other despite being totally different. Arav Fails to express and Idika understands. Idika is the only best thing that happened to Arav's lonely life. . Read This beautiful feeling of Love with Arav & Idika who stand out of Crowd as a couple & Win there love. . . . PS- Please Like, Comment and Share. You can give your suggestions as to how the story could be changed from your suggestions. . ***I Follow those who follow u

𝘼 𝙏𝙚𝙚𝙣'𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙛 , 𝙃𝙚 / 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙩 , 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩

When I'm stressed out I tend to think better when im wide awake at night. This is me. No bashing. If you dont like it, then stop reading and go to another story. Enjoy~

Isabelle Hew had always been a loner because of her weight. She would be teased relentlessly from day to day, her worst enemy being Mr. Confident himself, Adam Redman. Gorgeous, popular, and a ladies' man, Adam was as arrogant as they come. Enter Christina Halo, the new, but not-so-new girl at school who has an unknown past with aforementioned Mr. Confident, who now isn't that confident with this mysterious girl back in the picture. Add a quirky fellow hockey player, a makeover, a dash of humour, and ready yourselves for the biggest change in these teens' lives in their junior year. **THIS IS ON HOLD UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE**

FEVER DREAM (STAY AWAKE) is a one-page poem-book of dark intimacy and fragile devotion, set in the quiet terror of a sleepless night. It follows two bodies pressed together as anxiety spirals and sleep feels dangerous-where fear of unconsciousness becomes fear of disappearance. Desire here is soft but urgent, erotic in proximity rather than motion, and charged with the need to stay present. The poem explores panic as a private apocalypse, intimacy as grounding rather than escape, and love as the act of staying awake when leaving would be easier. Celestial undertones linger in the language of light, breath, and gravity, framing the night as a threshold between falling and remaining. Tender, sensual, and hushed, it treats closeness as survival and sleep as an act of trust.

This'll be a collection of Loki One-shots that I write whenever something comes to my mind, so definitely not regularly. The stories aren't really connected even if some may have similarities etc. ~I don't own the song I quoted in the first one-shot nor do I own any of the characters mentioned (except for the Lyrical I obviously, but yeah)~ (Also an Info about the first chapter: I know that the Movie-Loki/Tom Hiddleston doesn't have green eyes, but Comic-Loki does as far as I know and the song just reminded me of him.) I refer to Loki mainly as he/him or they/them, since they're genderfluid in the comics, but maybe there'll also be some stories where I'll refer to them as she/her or all (throughout the story changing) pronouns.

(Part Number Undetermined) You wanted to close your eyes and lean into his touch; It was relaxing, warm, and comfortable. However, you restrained yourself, tensing up. Dirk was frowning, looking at you from over his shades, giving you a peek of his beautiful sunset-colored eyes as they flitted back and forth, seemingly examining something. The color of his irises surprised you... You had never seen anything quite like it before. However, you didn't want to say anything, realizing that the shades constantly covering his eyes were there for a reason. Dirk held your full attention, in almost every way possible. (I don't own you, Dirk Strider, the picture, or Homestuck. I own the text.)