Insomnia meme

[indecisivesock]

the i n s o m n i a meme
It happens to everyone - sometimes, you have nights where you just can't fall asleep, no matter what you do. It could be for a number of reasons, or no reason at all. And this is what's happened now: you've been laying in bed for what feels like hours, just tossing and turning, and nothing seems to help. So what's left to do? Get out of bed and go wake someone else up, of course. If you're not getting any sleep, then why should they?


i n s t r u c t i o n s
• Post with your character (note the name and fandom in the subject).
• Other people reply to you by generating a number from 1 to 10.
• Have fun!


o p t i o n s

01 • FEAR.

Maybe you're hearing strange, indeterminable noises; maybe there's a severe storm happening outside; maybe you watched a scary movie before bed? Whatever the reason, you're terrified and it's keeping you awake. You just want to wake someone else up so they can protect you from the monster in your closet.

02 • HUNGER.

Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops.

03 • PAIN.

Your body is completely worn out, be it from exercise, battle, sickness, or what have you. Either way you're in enough pain to keep you from sleeping, so maybe someone else has a home remedy or something, or can at least help you take your mind off of it.

04 • SOLITUDE.

For some reason, your bed just feels so empty at the moment. You're feeling terribly lonely and really just want someone to keep you company for a while. Maybe it'd be easier to fall asleep if you're with them...

05 • DISCOMFORT.

Your room is an oven. Either that or a freezer. Or maybe this bed is just really uncomfortable? Who knows why you can't get to sleep, it feels like it could be anything. Why even bother trying? Maybe someone else can preoccupy you until you feel tired enough to ignore your discomfort.

06 • PENSIVE.

Something's on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus elsewhere, it's just not going to work. Your body may be tired, but your mind is incredibly busy and it's virtually impossible to get to sleep. Surely, talking it out with someone else will help?

07 • SADNESS.

Something terrible has happened that day, perhaps; or you could just be severely depressed. Either way you're trying your hardest not to cry yourself to sleep, and it's not working at all. Better find a way to get it out of your system somehow; you need a shoulder to cry on.

08 • ANGER.

You are just... fuming. Who knows why - that annoying dog is barking again, or maybe the people next door are getting busy and keeping you awake. Whatever the reason for your ire is, you'd better put an end to it so you can get some damn rest already! Go wake up a friend so you can complain to them.

09 • RESTLESS.

You're far too energetic to sleep right now. Maybe you're just trying to do so out of necessity - you have to be up early tomorrow! But you just don't think you'll be able to fall asleep for a while now, so why waste the time trying to sleep when you could be doing something else? Namely bothering someone else - you're totally jealous because they're getting more sleep than you.

10 • WILDCARD.

Choose one of the options above, or make up your own scenario.

Comments

[endsinafight]

Bucky gave her a sidelong look, feigning offense but failing to hide the amused twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, I could totally have a cat," he said. "A grumpy one. All attitude and judgmental stares." He gave a little shrug, deadpan. "We’d get each other."

His hand tightened around hers just a little, not out of tension but in a quiet kind of gratitude—for the way she said things like that so easily, like it wasn’t a question.

He smirked again, playing it off. “Anyway, you’re right. The goats would stage a coup. That one with the little horn nick? Already gives me side-eye like he knows I’m too soft on ‘em.”

He let the silence fall again for a few steps, comfortable now, then added with a faint smile, “If you stick around long enough, you’ll be on the receiving end of their jealousy too. Fair warning.”

[maskirovka]

Natasha laughed, a low warm sound in the night-quiet, squeezing Bucky’s fingers in turn. This was so…nice, this easy camaraderie they had somehow fallen into without even realizing it. It made her realize just how long it’d been since she’d had a friend. A real friend.

“A coup,” she mused, tickled at the thought. “Yeah, they’d totally storm the kitchen en masse, yelling their heads off and demanding you get rid of all non-goatly presences lest they cry about it forever.” Her own words made her laugh, the light sound carrying over the lake’s soft midnight waves.

Natasha chuckled further, casually leaning her cheek on Bucky’s shoulder as they strolled. “You really are a softie, malyshka,” she told him, voice warm with approval. “Those goats and all the local kids have you completely wrapped around their fingers. …and hooves.”

And she approved one hundred percent.

His latter comment made her pause a bit, trying not to read too much into it. “Well,” she finally said, light and offhand, “I don’t really have anywhere else to be, so hopefully they won’t be too offended if I stick around a while.”

[endsinafight]

Bucky let out a small laugh, more breath than sound, the corner of his mouth pulling up in that rare, reluctant way of his.

“Yeah,” he murmured, “they’ve got me pegged, don’t they?”

He didn’t mind. Not really. He kind of liked that the goats came running when they saw him. That the village kids tugged on his arm like they weren’t afraid of him. That Natasha could lean her head on his shoulder and it didn’t make him flinch anymore.

Her words settled into his chest, warm and grounding.

“I guess I am a softie,” he admitted, half-sighing, half-smirking. “Don’t tell anyone. I’ve got a reputation to maintain.”

He glanced down at her then, expression softer than he usually let it be, eyes catching a glint of reflected starlight off the lake. Her presence beside him didn’t feel temporary. He didn’t want it to.

At her last words, something loosened in him a little further, like a knot he hadn’t realized he’d been carrying finally began to come undone.

“Well,” he said, voice low and sincere, “then I hope they get used to you.”