#but now I just want to sleeeeeeeep

[magpie-to-the-morning]

Eeeeeeeeepy.

[alilweirddragon]

I wanna make Raine Whispers

[bigdsgirl]

I need to scream into the void about this show so please enjoy:

"what can I do to make you smile?" - he is killing me ily sir

this man just wants her to be happy and AHHHHH

I am still not over I will get 6+ episodes with this man wearing a ring. every close up shot of hand will send me into space

the family! the BIL crying! his parents!! grandma! they love our babies!!!

fuck u mommy dearest, your end is coming and I will be cheering my girl on

him saying good night to the door, i'm sobbing

i wasn't sure if they'd follow the webtoon here, its interesting

THIS MAN ON THE BEACH! THE BEACH! HE'S SO BEAUTIFUL!

i forgot to say she is beyond exquisite -- every outfit has me deceased

her IGNORING HIM PAINS HIM?????????????????? bye.

beach confession *whispers* beach confession

me: *sees the shitty ex* DIE

Sister and ex kissing has me VOMITING

the SHOWER LOOOOOL I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THIS -- its even better in TV form. and icon!!!

SNEAK PEAK GIVE IT HERE SIR!!!!!!!!!!

he said honey! bye! send me into orbit! his internal chuckle at her faking being asleep has me rolling. okay now say sweet nothings to her 😏

stupid ex is like "omg dreams come true" -- oh shitty mcshitface you have a big storm coming (and I have a front row seat!!!)

yes ma'am!!! chew his ass out! ya dun fucked up

them walking on the beach, what a GORGEOUS shot. frame it and hang it pls

ma'am pls just hold his hand, he is just a sad panicked puppy

HAND KISS I AM DECEASED

he just wants to hold hands and SLEEEEEEEEP

"you might pounce on me??" this man is a genius, this is COMEDY

"so if i cross the line..." man is ready to JUMP

HEART TO HEART YES HONESTY!!!!!!!!!

SHE KISSED HIM SHE KISSED HIM

he is basically like "ill love you enough for the both of us" and oh fuck I am gone

want me to take your mind off it??? OH BOY DO I EVER!!!!

oh.... sir..... the hands... oh... my lord... i will never recover from this.

the PAINTING!!! also lolololol @ surprise gift comment (iykyk)

grandfather, you shithead

the SWITCH OF BOWLS, my king

yes girl, you grab that gallery - also LOL at dad chewing out Yoo Ra

mic drop get them Yi Joo!!!!!!

uh oh mommy slapped her, (good)

"I'll lose my mind for good" - ok sounds great, let's do it

MIL and niece relationship is adorable

MIL the dramatic hug has my rolling -- and the swish of her outfit, she is a VIBE

ugh - ew. they are doing this now. GO AWAY Yoo Ra!!!

now i can see my HALLOOOOOOOOOOOOO (freaking banger)

now i must suffer for a week waiting for this gem to return

[semiotomatics]

only woke up for my weekly nana call but now im starving 😭 i just want to sleeeeeeeep

[studywith-minmin-shelved]

[12/20/23] Day 2: Einstein Summation Convention

I was supposed to know Einstein summation convention like two semesters ago, but I coasted along never actually knowing what's going on, but recognizing enough to manage calculations. So I spent some good time figuring out what these funny little indices are! This would've been good to know before my electromagnetism final but it's okay we're getting there. Now all the inner product things from last semester are starting to make sense, but I will have to continue my journey with tensor calculus for the end of electromagnetism to finally make sense.

I also sat through another lecture of the Perimeter Institute's QFT I course, and I am proud to say I finally got past what I attempted to do over the summer. Man, was I sleepy during the lecture though. I'm going to try some of the problems to see if I actually understood the material but I'm glad I'm making some progress.

No pictures today because I just want to sleeeeeeeep!

[lovedlovingly]

funny thing is when u spend time w/ someone u like and they uplift and adore u u actually gain back energy. insane concept right? spent all afternoon watching the good place & then just talking about what dog breed we'd want in the future that goes well with the cats we've already decided to have and when we hung up at 12 id gained back energy, which was a huge thing w/ how tired I was yesterday, that i finished all laundry and put it away + did dishes 😭

I don't wanna fall for this person just b/c they're unbelievably kind to me & I'm staved for it(would feel unfair) so I'm taking my time getting to know them but it's a lot of fun :3c especially when someone's so all about you 🥰 and now it's 8.30am and I'm already up 😑 still @ the universe let. me. sleeeeeeeep.

I should literally get an award, i rinsed my hair in cold water this morning & let it air dry in this heat, went out with recycling and then had to nap because I was BEAT still managed to eat (even more tiring, it's fun when ppl say you're supposed to get energy from eating HAH) and now doing laundry. this is like using up more energy than I have for 10days rn 😭 let me sleeeeeeep

[twenty-orange-balloons]

I’m having too many realizations about how much of my childhood actually did affect me when all I want to do is sleep right now

[palmtreepalmtree]

Got up early this morning to prep a client for entry to the U.S. Only an hour early, but since I've been thinking about this case since last night having sent off the documents at around 11pm, I'm freaking exhausted and want to just be done for the day (except I have this huge pile of other work I have to get through now).

When do I sleeeeeeeep mentally?

[keijislove]

I hate you: Peter Maximoff X Reader

A/N: Never really written for marvel before... But I'm a big fan of X men and Avengers... Hope you like it!!!

Anybody who knew you was probably aware that you were unusual. Of course you were unusual, you were a mutant. But even as a mutant you were admittedly weird. People were freaked out by you at Charles' school, no matter how hard you tried to make friends with them. And who should be the first person to approach you but the arrogant, annoying dickwad more commonly known as Peter Maximoff?

To say the boy had the biggest ego you'd ever seen was a complete and utter understatement. His head was so far up his own ass it honestly amazed you. And he was quick (like always) you figure out what annoys you most as well. Let's just say that someone stealing your textbooks and zooming off out of reach with them is not the most tolerable thing ever.

Yet here you were - not knowing how you'd gotten yourself into such a bizarre situation.

Raven was famous for her raucous end of semester parties for the kids and staff, but this one was worse thank you'd ever imagined. There wasn't a sober soul in this room and everyone, if not completely drunk, was tipsy. After hearing Scott declare you were to now call him Squidward for the rest of your life, you decided that you'd had enough.

You went out to the balcony, slowly sipping in your water, feeling more disgruntled than ever. To add to this wonderful evening, someone cleared their throat next to you, a very loud someone. Groaning internally, you turned around.

"Heyyyyy." Peter slurred, shooting you a grin that was admittedly adorable yet annoying.

"Hi." you curtly responded.

"You aren't inside with everyone else." he pouted.

"I like sober people, thanks." you muttered.

"You look so pretty tonight." he said, causing you to scoff, "Like you always do, but still. Pretty."

"If you're expecting me to say that you're pretty too then piss off, snowflake."

Peter giggled. This conversation was evidently going nowhere and you wanted to leave. But since you'd never seen him so tipsy, you decided to stay for blackmail material.

"I like coconuts." Peter declared.

"This is interesting." you smirked, "Wait till you're sober, Maximoff. I won't let you forget any of this."

"And this?" he asked.

You suddenly realised how close you were standing. Holy shit, you wanted to run away screaming. His breath was hot on your face and you got the distinct scent of alcohol which made you dizzy. Not knowing what the heck was going on, you suddenly felt his lips on yours. For a second, you closed your eyes. Then you remembered yourself and pulled away, gasping.

"I - you - no - what the -" you sputtered, flustered.

"I wanna sleeeeeeeep." he mumbled, nuzzling into your shoulder.

"Yes you do." you muttered, turning on your heel and walking away, stunned.

~~~~~

"So you're not gonna talk to him about it?" Jean asked you the following day as you confided in her.

"What? No!" you cried, "What for?"

"This looks bad, Y/N." Jean muttered, "You should talk."

"He wouldn't want to talk to me anyway." you snapped.

"Why not?"

"Because he is a first class arrogant bastard."

"Still-"

""He probably doesn't remember -"

But you stopped, catching sight of Jean's face which seemed to have gone momentarily an odd shade of green. You glanced, confused, at what caused this reaction and felt sickened yourself.

Peter Maximoff was striding across the lawn - not running, striding, with a furious look on his face. He spotted you and charged for you like an angry bull, not looking away.

"We - need - to - talk - NOW." he said in one breath.

"Can you talk? I didn't notice." you snapped.

"This isn't funny Y/N, I'm serious."

Well those were words you'd never expected him to say, let alone call you Y/N. Glancing at Jean for help, you wanted to smack her as she looked away. Helpless, you followed the silver haired boy across the garden into the building.

When you reached a secluded corridor, he cleared his throat.

"So, um, I uh.... I got drunk last night and... I said something..."

"Screw say, you did something as well." you glared.

"I don't really remember -"

"OF COURSE YOU DON'T!" you yelled, snapping at last, "WHY WOULD YOU REMEMBER KISSING ME AND THEN LEAVING LIKE AN ASSHOLE? WHY WOULD YOU REMEMBER MAKING MY LIFE HELL AND THEN TAKING ADVANTAGE OF ME?!"

"I WHAT?" he yelled, shocked, "I kissed -?"

"Yes!" you yelled, "And if you're here to rub it in my face then fuck off!"

"I-I'm sorry."

Okay that was unexpected. Why the hell was he apologising? Why was he confusing you so much? Could he not give you a break?

"For WHAT?" you snapped.

"Frmoofndngtswy..." he mumbled.

"What?" you asked in spite of yourself.

"For you finding out this way," he muttered more clearly.

This was a dream right? Was Peter Maximoff blushing?!

"Find wha-?"

He cut you off by suddenly grabbing your jaw and slamming his lips onto yours with a passion so strong you had to melt against him. You broke apart seconds later, panting.

"I don't know if you noticed... But I like you," he shyly muttered.

You didn't know what to say and he continued, "I know that I've been a bit of a pain in the ass but..."

"I hate you," you muttered, "I like you too, dork."

A dorky grin spread across his face at your words.

"Also, you told me that you liked coconuts."

He groaned.

[apicturewithasmile]

I need to whine for a bit...

my boss had two weeks off work at the end of August, during which my boyfriend’s “mild back pain” turned out to get significantly worse because surprise surprise he has a herniated disk. for a while he could barely walk or stand up straight. so I do the groceries for him and help him out as much as I can.

he’s slowly starting to feel better and I was glad my boss is back at work and gave me an extra day off this week so I can chill a little and recover from the stress of the past months (all while still having to check in on the bf). buuuuut now she’s sick. and I have to cover for her. liiiiikely for quite a while because looks like it’s Covid. 😫

I just want to sleeeeeeeep.

[kagaintheskywithdiamonds]

brain: SLEEEEEEEP I NEED SLEEP

me: ok ok!!! I'm getting into bed right now. I'm closing my eyes. yes I'm looking forward to the sleep

heart: THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP

me: um. hey there heart. you know something I don't know? any particular reason we're not relaxed and chill?

heart: THUMP THUMP THUMP I dunno I just like to go fast sometimes THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP

stomach: hey. um.

stomach: ...

stomach: hungry. maybe

me: what do you mean "maybe"?

stomach: I want. something. maybe food?? or maybe food will make me feel worse. I dunno

me: ...so... I should get out of bed and eat something?

stomach: *shrug*

heart: THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP

me: ugh ok fine I'm getting up

brain: WHY WON'T YOU LET ME SLEEEEEEEEP

[out-of-context-charlie]

tag people you want to catch up with/get to know better!

thank you for the tag @reineyday !!! and as for your question about loki: i personally like them better as bros causing time chaos but i don't completely hate the romance angle ?? not completely sold but interested haha

Favorite Color: pale blue, brown, and white

Last Song: インフィニティ by Yuuri. it's the ending song from sk8: to the infinity. i always think of the peaceful palm trees which makes me smile (although a lot of people find them annoying ???? why ?? they're just vibing ??)

Last Movie: Spirited Away. watched it for the first time last night and i'm in love. such a fantastic movie <3

Last Show: The Dragon Prince.

Sweet, Sour, or Savory: savory

Craving: sleeeeeeeep i woke up early for work and am ready for naptime

Tea or Coffee: neither. i'd rather have a hot chocolate.

Current Projects: how much time do you have lol. there are bits and pieces but nothing that i'm consistently working on. i wrote some lore for an old book idea and a scene for the daisuga atla!au that's been stuck in my head for months now. oh, plus the limtaw one shot i've yet to finish rewriting.

i'll tag @dying-redshirt-noises, @nooowestayandgetcaught, and @thepondstogether. don't feel like you have to though <3

[fearfulkittenwrites]

“I’m fine. I’m fine.”

Summary: Dick has a nightmare that has him screaming in the middle of the night, and really struggles to accept the help of his younger brothers. His younger brothers don't really give a shit about that particular struggle of his, and stay with him even when he tells them to leave.

Word count: 1324

TW: Nightmares (No description of it in the story though)

Notes: Hello! I had this sitting in my file for a long time actually. I don't know why it took me so long to post it, tbh, but that's why I didn't include Duke, I still wasn't all that comfortable writing him a couple of months ago. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Link for it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26037658

Tim heard a noise coming from his brother’s room as he walked back from the kitchen. At first he thought it was one of those noises you simply ignore, but something made him stop dead on his tracks and listen. Another weird grunt, bed creaks, and heavy breathing. Okay, that did sound too much like a noise you’d ignore. But then it got a bit louder, and he heard a small ‘no’ being mumbled. He thought about what to do, until he heard Dick screaming.

After the noise ceased, he knocked on the door and opened it slightly.

“Dick? Are you okay?”

He was sitting up on his bed, accelerated breaths and a thin layer of sweat covered his body.

“I’m fine. I’m fine.” He answered, running a hand down his face “Can you... Can you hit the lights for me?”

“Sure.” Tim clicked on the lightswich, making the room brighter.

“Thank you. I’m sorry for waking you up.”

“No problem. Also, you didn’t wake me up, I was coming back from the kitchen and heard you.” He walked in the room “Nightmares?”

“Yeah.” Dick hugged his knees. Tim sat down on the bed “It’s okay, You don’t have to stay here. I’m fine.”

Tim blinked.

“You can’t be serious.” He said.

“I’m a grown man, I can handle this type of shit.” Dick shot back, still curled in on himself. He knew his posture made the previous statement sound extremely unconvincing, but he couldn’t help it.

“Yeah, but you don’t have to do it alone. C’mon man, Jason’s like, only two years younger than you, and you never let him sleep alone after a nightmare. Let me help.”

“Grayson,” Damian asked from the door, holding his pillow “Did you have a nightmare?”

“Am I a circus show now?” Dick asked, a little annoyed.

“I mean, you are a circus freak.” Jason showed up, voice still raspy and face smushed by the pillow “C’mon devilspaw, walk in, I wanna sit.”

“Don’t call me that, Todd.” Damian shot back but complied anyways, too sleepy to defend his honor, following his older brothers and sitting on the bed “Do you need us to get you some water?” He asked, eyes half closed.

“No, I’m fine.” He answered “You don’t have to stay here guys.”

“Stop being an idiot Dickie, that doesn’t suit you.” Jason laid down “’Sides, this bed is huge. It can definetly fit us all comfortably.”

“I’m gonna go get you some water.” Tim annouced, standing up.

“Wanna talk about it?” Jason asked, hands under his head.

“Not really.” Dick answered.

“Okay then.”

“Your room is filthy, Grayson.” Damian said, looking at the pile of clothes on top of a chair.

“Shut up. Aren’t you supposed to be nice to me right now?”

“I think this is as nice as he gets.” Jason answered, snickering. Damian didn’t say anything as he hit his brother’s face with a pillow.

“Uhm, hi.” Bruce said, standing awkwardly in the door step “I heard a scream. Is everything okay, boys?”

“Yeah.” Dick nodded. Everyone was quiet for a second before Damian sighed, slightly annoyed.

“He had a nightmare, father. We’re taking care of him now.”

“Oh.” Bruce blinked. He stepped into the room and kissed the top of Dick’s head “Are you okay son?”

“I’m getting there.” Dick smiled weakly.

“Do you want me to stay here? Or maybe... If you want to, you can sleep in my room. Like when you did back when you were about this big.” Bruce smiled as he placed an open palm next to his waist to illustrate exactly how big.

“I’m fine, B.” Dick grinned up at the sleepy man, who now caressed his hair, absent minded. Dick enjoyed the touch, but knew the only thing that lead Bruce to be so open and generous with his physical demonstrations of love was his sleep deprivation reaching such a critical level that he could barely think. A whole new level of lack of self care. Still, Dick sighed, taking in the last contact he could before it ended, and said “You should go to bed. I can tell you haven’t rested properly in a while.”

“Will you be okay?”

“Aham.”

“Then I’ll go. Good Night boys.”

“’Night dad.” Jason, Dick and Tim answered.

“Good night father” Damian answered.

Tim rolled his eyes at the boy and handed Dick the water glass he had taken. His brother swallowed it down in no time. Jason scratched his back gently, making him more relaxed, and Tim played with his hair for a while. Damian rested his cheek on Dick’s shoulder, hugging his arm.

“Thanks guys.” He said.

“No worries.” Jason answered for the three of them “Can we turn off the lights now?”

“Are you... Planning on staying here?”

“-tt-. Obviously.” Damian rolled his eyes “You never leave any of us alone after a nightmare, do you think we’d abandon you now?”

“Guys, you don’t have to...”

“But we want to.” Tim cut him off “Would it kill you to let us help? Even a little bit?”

“It’s not that. I just... I feel like I’m putting a burden on your shoulders now.”

“C’mon Dickie, you’re no burden.” Jason said caringly.

“Yeah. Besides,” Tim chimmed in “I’m pretty sure this isn’t even the first time you woke up in the middle of the night over a bad dream. It’s just the first night you screamed, so it’s the first time we could help.” Dick frowned a little “Don’t look at me like that, you know I’m right. You know that you can come to us for help, right?”

The man looked down, quiet.

“I... I’m the one that’s supposed to be helping you. I’m the oldest brother. I should take care of you, not the other way around.” He said.

“Dickie, with all due respect and full offense, what the fuck kinda backwards ass, absolute clown logic is that?” Jason shot back “We’re brothers. We help each other out, no matter the ages.”

“You can lean on us, Dick.” Damian said. Tim nodded.

“Just barge into our rooms when you need to, like we do with you.”

“Yeah.” Jason spoke again “And you better start doing it more often now, jerk.”

Dick laughed a little.

“Okay, fine. I will. Just go back to scratching me though, it feels good.”

“I need to sleeeeeeeep!” Jason complained, scratching him again.

“Alright, alright, let’s sleep.” Dick laughed. Tim turned of the lights again, and they settled on the bed.

Dick slept on his back, and Jason curled up on his right side, scratching his arm. Tim settled on his left side, playing with his hair until he passed out. Damian laid on top of him, listening to his heartbeat and feeling his chest rising and falling as his brother breathed.

In the morning, they were a tangled mess of limbs and drool. Damian had, somehow, taken control of the bed, forcing the other three, much bigger boys, to smush against each other in one third of the mattress, his knees on Tim’s back. Tim was partly laying on top of the other two boys, body shaped like a ‘C’. There was a small drool puddle on Dick’s torso, and his feet were close to Jason’s arms. For some reason, the older boy held on to one of them through the night as if it was a stuffed animal. Jason’s legs were tangled with Dick’s, who had barely moved through the night, if you don’t count the several inches Damian pushed him to the right.

Alfred went up the stairs to wake the boys, but once he saw the scene, decided to call Bruce first, who may or may not have cried a little over his boys caring for each other, taking pictures he’d later fondly study and share with Clark.

(Dick was happy that his brothers cared, but not so much about the drool on his sleeping shirt.)

[brashierc]

Waitin.

You've been best friends with Connor for years. It felt like you two had been conjoined at the hip your whole life, and practically you had been. Lately though, it’s been an adjustment for the both of you, with him touring with Shawn and you going to school straight out of High School. 

Shawn had Brian on tour, Alessia had Olivia so it was only natural for Connor to fly you out the second your classes let out for summer.

You’ve been with him for a few shows now. Orlando is the next show, and you have a day to yourselves and it’s when you notice that something is up with Connor.

Connor is a quiet and shy kid, always has been. But with you? He’s more open, speaks freely about what’s on his mind, and isn’t shy to 2 am laughter. 

Today, after an outing with Shawn at the beach that lasted about an hour for some publicity your noticing that Connor is curled into the corner of the couch in his room, phone in hand, bottom lip trapped between his teeth. 

You wander over, plopping yourself at the end of the couch where his feet are, nudging his leg to get his attention. He looks up with his eyes only. You both just stare at each other for a moment, communicating with your eyes, and when his start to water a little you stand, pushing him forward by his shoulder so you can slip behind him.

He sighs, turning onto his stomach so he can lay on you, rest his head in the crook between your neck and shoulder. You smile softly when he gets comfy, hands reaching up to scratch his back softly. 

He hums when you add a little pressure, letting your hands glide all the way up to the top of his head and back down as far as you can reach down his back. He presses a soft kiss to your neck and snuggles deeper into you, letting your warmth and smell soothe his restless brain.

“I’m here when your ready Bubba.” You whisper into his ear, letting your eyes flutter shut. 

His arms wrap around your waist, locking you closer against him. It’s like he can’t get close enough to you, he needs you wrapped around him, and he needs to be wrapped around you. 

Your cheeks reddened when he reached back and moved your leg to curl around his. This is such an intimate position, and while this wasn’t the first time you’ve laid like this, you have feelings this go around that you shouldn’t be having for your best friend. 

Lately he’s been a little clingier, a little touchier, and a little sweeter. You’ve chalked it up to Shawn’s personality rubbing off on him, but there’s the small voice in the back of your brain telling you that he might feel the same and that he means more than he probably does with these little moves he’s been pulling.

“My brain won’t stop racing.” He mutters.

“What’s it racing over?” You whisper, playing with his hair now.

“You.” 

Your heart stops, and a cold chill runs down your whole body. You gulp and freeze in place. 

“Brian has a crush on you.” He continues. “Last night, at the arena, when you stopped to say hi before heading to your seats with Manny,” He groans a little, “You were in that pretty dress, the one I picked out when you were online shopping.” 

You nod, knowing what you wore, and smiling at the memory of shopping with Connor over facetime, letting him log into your account on a clothing website so he could pick out some outfits for you. 

“You’re so pretty in that dress.” He sighs, pulling back at little to peer at you with those big blue eyes. “Anyway, you left to go to your seats and Brian wouldn’t shut the fuck up about you.” 

You pull back a little, brows furrowed. “So that’s a bad thing?” 

“Yes.” He drops his head to your shoulder, groaning.

“Wow, thanks Con.” You start to shift under him, not grasping what he was trying to say. 

That little voice in your head telling you that he was into you as well now making a 180 switch and asking you how you could ever think he might like you. 

The second you start to move he’s reacting, suddenly hearing himself and how you’re taking what he’s just said. 

“No,” He holds you tighter so you can’t move. “It’s a bad thing because you’re my girl.” He whispers, waiting for you to react. 

You gasp and look at him, blue eyes bright and staring straight into your soul. “I’m what?” 

“You’re my girl.” 

You smile, cheeks pink, body buzzing in excitement. 

“I almost punched him,” Connor goes on. “Talking about you in ways only I want to do. Talking this game like, ‘Connor bro I’m gonna ask her out, she’s so hot.’ Like no you’re not, she’s mine. And like yeah you’re hot, but fuck you’re gorgeous and beautiful and you deserve someone who’s gonna tell you that everyday.” 

“You do tell me everyday.” You trace his nose so he’ll finally snap out of his rant and realize he’s there, with you. 

He blinks three times before it clicks, before his brain tells him that he just told you that he has feelings for you. 

“Gonna kiss me or not Bubba?” You grin at him, giggling nervously.

He sighs in relief, leaning forward and capturing your lips in the softest kiss. He’s gentle, polite and a perfect gentleman leaving it at just a kiss and not taking it too far too fast.

“You’re my girl?” He asks softly when he pulls away.

“I’ve always been your girl Bubba.” You smile, leaning up and kissing him again.

**

“Good Morning Gorgeous.” Connor kisses your bare shoulder, arms securely holding you. 

“Morning.” You breathe out, eyes still shut, back against his chest as he kisses a line of kisses up your neck. 

“Just got a message from Shawn, he wants to meet up with Brian for breakfast after the gym.” 

“What time is it?” You ask.

“5.” 

“Connor!” You whine, burrowing yourself further into the sheets. “It’s too fucking early.”

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to get a ‘Good Morning Kiss’ before I get ready for the gym.” 

You roll over, huffing as you claw yourself out of the sheets, peaking an eye at him. He looks heavenly. Morning sun making his slightly tanned skin glow, hair tousled from your romp in the sheets, lips swollen from you biting on them. 

“Good morning.” You lean up and peck his lips. 

He smiles, cheeks pink. “Best morning ever.” He exhales, flopping onto his back. 

“I wanna go back to sleep, can I?” You whine, lips pouted at him. 

He grins, leaning up and pecking your lips four more times before nodding and clambering out of bed. “Sleep Gorgeous, I’ll come get you when we’re done with the gym.” 

** 

It was 8 by the time Connor was back and dragging you down to meet the boys at the nice continental breakfast the hotel you were staying at offered. Connor was giggling at your grumpy morning face, promising you they had iced coffee at the counter and that he’d make your plate. 

“I wanna sleeeeeeeep.” You whined, leaning into him as the elevator door closed. 

“You’re so cute in the morning.” 

“Connor, you woke me up so early, you kept me up so late. I’m tired.” You were pouting, and totally aware that you were acting like a child, but he was eating it up so you didn’t mind your childish ways.

“We’ll take a nap today, okay?” He wraps a strand of your hair around his ringed finger, letting you lean into him. “I already did a shoot with Shawn this morning after the gym, the sunrise was beautiful so we used that as the backdrop. But since we already did the shoot I’ve got the afternoon free until I need to be there at the final soundcheck. We’ll nap, and cuddle.” 

You nod into his chest, smiling when he kissed your forehead. You lean your head up, puckering your lips, eyes closed, asking for a kiss. He gladly gives you what you want, pulling away when the elevator door opened. 

He lead you to the table Shawn was already sitting at, fingers tangled with yours, dropping you off at a seat, kissing the top of your head before going to get you your coffee and breakfast.

Shawn looks up, watching Connor walk away from you and then glancing at your blushed complexion. “Hi.” He smiles. “That was new.” He nods towards Connor.

“Um, yeah.” You sit up straighter, playing with the strings of the hoodie you’re wearing.

“And you’re in his hoodie.” Shawn hums, sipping at his cup of tea.

You look down and blush harder at the fact that you were in Connor’s hoodie, he must of done that on purpose when he offered it for you. 

“This is gonna be a fun morning.” Shawn grins into his cup as he watches Brian walk over and take the seat next to him. 

You look over your shoulder at Connor, he’s buttering toast for you. 

“Y/n, hey.” Brian says catching your attention. 

“Bri,” Shawn starts but Brian shoots him a glare that shuts him up with a soft chuckle.

“Y/n I was gonna ask if you had any plans this afternoon?” Brian asks you, sitting up straight in his seat. 

You inhale, eyes flickering to Shawn’s that are now focused on something behind you. 

“Yeah she’s busy.” Connor says, sliding your plate in front of you, and setting your coffee down with a kiss to your cheek. “Iced coffee, and I noticed they had some french vanilla creamer so I put a small pour of that in there for you.” 

“Thank you Bubba.” You smile up at him. 

Brian stares at the two of you with furrowed brows. Shawn’s just laughing, shaking his head at the situation. 

Connor shoots Brian a glare before he walks off to get his own breakfast.

“Brian,” You say softly.

“Don’t.” He shakes his head. “I should have known.” 

“I’m sorry,” You cringe, feeling so uncomfortable.

“Don’t be, it’s okay.” He shakes his head. 

“It’s just,” You sigh, looking over at Connor for a moment and then back to Shawn and Brian. “I’ve been in love with him for a long time, and this is new, and things were said last night. But,” You giggle. “Brian, I kind of have to thank you.”

 “What?” He and Shawn say at the same time. 

“I guess you said something about me at the last show,” Brian blushes so hard his ears turn red. “But whatever you said kicked his ass into gear, because,” You look over and smile when you catch him staring at you. “Now we’re something.” You shrug.

“You guys are cute, that’s for sure.” Shawn nods. 

Connor walks back and takes the seat next to you, noticing you haven’t touched your food yet. “What’s wrong? Did I forget something?” He asks. 

“No,” You shake your head. “Was waitin on you.” 

He smiles, staring at you. “Waitin on me?” 

“Have been for awhile.” You shrug, giggling as Shawn and Brian choke on their food at burn you just threw Connor’s way. 

“Yeah well,” Connor shrugs, leaning closer to you, “I wanted to make sure everything was perfect.” 

//

Written by: @shawnm521

[shu-dzhoker]

...... I swear, I take a 30-minute nap. AND NOW SUDDENLY I CAN'T SLEEP?? IT'S 4 IN THE GODDAMN MORNING, AND I CAN'T SLEEP! THE SUN IS PROBABLY GOING TO RISE SOON, AND YET MY BODY REFUSES TO LET ME SLEEEEEEEEP! I TOOK A NAP AT 3PM??? I JUST WANT TO SLEEP

[ceuell]

what happened. 

i’ve been wanting to write but i just cant bring whatever i want to say into words. it has been one-kind of a ride for the year twenty-twenty. i thought i’ve gone passed through what i used to experience before. having the people around me for the past ten years or so, i didnt know what to do with all the lockdowns and such. i realized how big they played a part in diverting and preventing me to go to the edge of the cliff.

i felt empty. uncertain if decisions i made were for the good. i made the choice to walk away and stop trying because it wasnt worth it anymore - or so i thought. i set aside the feeling of emptiness, regrets and sadness as i made the decision, expecting myself to be strong enough. of course, it took a toll on me eventually.

the pessimistic and skeptical twelve-yrs old euell found herself once again at the age of twenty. the only difference this time was it was worst than before. my thoughts were eating me up and i have to pretend like it wasnt because ‘im old enough to bare this’ . being at home was one factor - i felt trapped. going out was one of my coping mechanism when everything is getting overwhelming. but i couldnt do it due do the current situation of the world. i know i’d lost it if i cant find another way to pour out whatever it is. talking was difficult. as much as i want to share it to close friends, i felt that it is invalid as everyone is going through tough time. i was just ... pathetic. 

i lost interest in everything. i tried so many different things to try to find another coping mechanism but nothing was helping. eventually, whatever was happening with me showed through my actions. sleepless nights. unmotivated. isolation. sleeeeeeeeping way too much. not eating. over eating. roller coaster of emotions. i was also taking pills which i guess made the matter worst(?). i was so tired. i really didnt want to continue. 

as if it wasnt enough, people who i thought i’d be able to keep was...removed? i dont know if thats the word. lockdowns prevented me to meet people who i really treasure. after a long time, being able to meet them once again, i was really happy. but as i grew older, i realize we choose the path we want. with that comes the people as well. i realize people who i want to keep were not on that same page anymore. they too made their own choices. and with the choices they made, i wasnt really comfortable. 

its easy to say ‘enough’ but the aftermath of it - i didnt know it was gonna be that tough. losing people before the year started then comes another one at the start of the year - i wasnt expecting to lose more during a freaking pandemic. but maybe thats just how it is. the amount of whys i had. 

losing it. it was pitch black. i knew i was crying. angry - i wasnt able to keep it to myself and solve it. scared - of how people around me would react to know what happened. worried - i didnt want my parents to see what really is my condition because i know it would affect them as well. 

but i felt a little better opening up. im thankful for my family and friends who came over. i had an awful thought of ‘i look weak to them now’. but they assured me that im not. that they are available and always there for me. that i’ll get through it. 

there will still be times where i’d lose to my thoughts and would choose to shut down. im thankful for those who understands. i just hope it wont happen again this year. that i’d be able to get this straight again. 

thankful to be alive after twenty-twenty.