#But it has kind of hit me today and I'm... mildly stressed
Lazy Mornings
Prompt: Just some morning fluff about you fancying Shawn while he's asleep.
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A/N: Hey fellas! This has been sitting in my drafts since forever so I finally decided to post it. A little nervous about this one but I really hope you guys like it!
You always admired the mornings because you've always been an early hours kind of person. Seeing the sky fill with light filled you with new hope to start the day afresh. Lazy mornings were something which were never on your list but being with Shawn made you feel like you had to prioritize them over the early ones. And why wouldn't you? You would kill to have those few extra minutes of closeness with Shawn which you've always craved for being more frequent because he was on tour for almost seven months of the year. His tour has finally ended and he'd come back home. The way his face beamed of joy when he saw you at the airport and engulfed your body in an almost suffocating embrace the other night was something you couldn't get off your mind.
The alarm clock hits the time and the sound fills up the quiet room amongst the light snores from your man, which were the only audible thing in the room and you loved waking upto that.
Groaning, you shut the alarm off. Mentally cursing yourself over forgetting it to turn off the last night because when Shawn's home, you prefer not to get woken up by anything else other than Shawn's immaculate morning kisses, one of the little things about him towards which you've developed your love for. Shawn wasn't among one of the cheesiest boyfriends you would categorize him into. He wouldn't bring breakfast for you to bed because he said it would be a total displeasure spending his time cooking rather than investing that time with you in bed, smothering you with kisses and holding you close. But he was one of those kinds who would rather have a takeaway and drive you to the beach in the early hours of the morning because watching sunsets with a picnic basket were too mainstream. That was who your Shawn was. Being the sweet spice in your life.
But today you'd decided against waking him up because he needed rest after finally coming back home after a long stretch of work.
Pulling the covers off from you, you walk towards the window to pull the blinds off, hissing at the sudden cold hitting your bare legs. Sunlight flooded in once you tucked the blinds away and climbed back to your shuffled bed. A thin ray of sunlight hitting your boyfriend's face as you rested the weight of your body on one arm to take in the beautiful sight. You were so invested in him that it didn't even came into your realisation the moment your free hand was gently tracing his eyebrow. The sunlight spilling on his face, painting his face in a new shade of golden. The lashes forming a shadow beneath, adding to their lushness. The pad of your thumb now moving across the bridge of his nose all the way through the eyelids. Your index finger tracing the depth of his cheekbones bringing a frown upon your face as the sudden increase in their deepness. Meanwhile, a tiny cold wave of air brushed past your arm, making you retreat your hands from Shawn's face and covering your body with the sheets.
The sudden loss of contact might have been noticed by Shawn in his subconscious sleep because the moment you pulled your hand away from him to tug up the blanket of yourself, his hand found his way to yours and putting it back to it's place. A smile plastered on your face as you thought of him having his presence of mind while you were adoring his morning beauty.
"Oh did I just wake someone up?" you asked him in a cooing voice followed by light giggles.
"You might have disturbed my beauty sleep love" Shawn stated in his raspy morning voice.
"Well then I guess I'll have to keep my hands to myself. I sure as hell don't want my boy to sacrifice something which could be a compromise to his beauty right?" you joked in a light tone, dramatically pulling your hands away from him and trying to get out of the bed.
Shawn was quick to respond. To your surprise he wasn't as lost in his sleep as you thought he would be seeing his past sleep schedule. His arms were quick to wrap around your waist and withdraw you back to where you were before. His fingers danced around your tickle spots, as he started to place himself above you.
"Shawn! S-Stop. I am n-not escaping any-ymore!" you muttered in between your laughs, holding onto his arms in an attempt to stop him.
"How can I trust you my lady? Huh?" His hands now on both of your sides as he hovered above you.
Your arms found its way behind his bare back, holding onto him, pulling him down in an effort to close the distance as much as possible. Shawn dipped his head, placing his lips at the corner of your lips while a smile played at his. He started placing chaste kissed along your jaw, your hands tugging at his messy curls.
"Just what I missed" you hummed against his skin. You'd missed his gentle touch, how he would play around with his lips all over your face, kissing each and every spot.
His lips now connecting to yours, moving in a rhythm. Your hands travelled to the nape of his neck, blandly scratching the area which earned a moan from him. His teeth drew at your bottom lips, mildly pulling at them.
"God Y/N baby I missed you so much. I can't wait to do this all day for a while now." He finished as he pecked your lips.
"I didn't know I can be that irresistible sometimes which is a good thing" you beamed at him.
"I wasn't finished yet. So I was saying I can't wait to do this all day just so you can play with my hair and put me back to sleep because you messed up my sleep this very morning. No offence meant." he mumbled nestling his head into the crook of your neck.
"All offence taken." You stated acting like you were hurt, placing a hand over your chest.
"I think I can take care of that." He said as he raised his arm to take something from the side table. You couldn't figure out what it was until it was in his hands.
Shawn was holding a Polaroid camera in his hands. He sat up and focused on you. You were completely startled at to what he was doing. As an instinct, you had your arms cover up your face.
"Shawn Peter Raul Mendes you better put that camera down. I look like a utter mess and I'm not to be messed with" you warned him jokingly, because you knew when he took your pictures at random moments. According to some plausible theory of his that he feeded in your mind, these pictures made him feel better at anxious times as he was reminded of everything that he shared with you. The closeness he craved to have, the love and the intimacy which he had with you to look forward to at the end of the day, got him through the tougher days. The nights he would come to you, being quieter than usual due to a stressful day at the studio, you would gently lay down with him without putting up any question. His head on your stomach and your hands in his hair, gently scraping his scalp making him doz off to sleep.
"Baby please. You know how much I love taking photos of you." Shawn begged you with his one eye popping from beside the camera and even though you could see his mouth, you were sure it'd turn into a pout. Five seconds and that face was all what took him to convince you.
You removed your hands from your face giggling at his innocence and at yourself over how stupidly you were head over heels in love with him. This was the type of connection and intimacy you've longed since long.
After snapping a few shots, Shawn pulled you onto his lap, hands on your lower back while placing a sweet and lingering kiss onto your forehead.
"Look at you being all smiley today" he whispered against your skin.
"Yes because I was thinking of you the whole time" you replied, a visible grin spreading across your lips.
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Can't decide between 73, 75 and 99! 😂😂😂 Although ik whatever you choose to write, I'm sure it will be awesome!
I tried to smash all three together, I really did, but sadly, inspiration didn’t find me. So I chose 75. Hope it’s okay :)
75. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”
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It was an unusually slow day at the precinct on a sunny Tuesday. The July Heat struck L.A. like a furnace, probably anyone with an ounce of self-preservation is hunting for air-conditioned places, or just simply stays at home to avoid getting heatstroke. Today, so far, had only a few hit and run, but it’s nothing that patrol can’t handle, and it’s practically the only time Chloe feels lucky that she doesn’t have another case. She’s quite frankly more than happy to stay behind her desk and sip her cold brew, than be a detective outside and likely obtain third-degree burns.
Which means she can catch up on the giant stack of paperwork on her desk.
Which means,Lucifer is bored out of his mind, because God forbid that he actually do something productive and be a valuable member of society.
But on the other hand, she probably wouldn’t trust him to correctly fill out the reports - under cause of death he would no doubt list something along the lines of‘fatal humiliation by lack of fashion sense’.
She doesn’t really know why he stays still, he’s always more than eager to slip out of her sight and out of the precinct when the forensic part of the investigation begins. And it’s not like he doesn’t have the latest and probably most expensive AC system at his penthouse.
But when the fifth paperclip flies by her right shoulder and lands right next to her currently empty pen holder, she’s about ready to flip over her desk in frustration. Because it’s not enough that he is the Master of Evasion when it comes to paperwork, he has to be a big ass distraction too. It’s kind of his childish way of telling her “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention”.
Her partner is a child. A child-Devil. Satan has a mental capacity of a five-year-old.
Sometimes she really wonders why she puts up with him.
And how the hell did she fall in love with him?
Those are the big questions of the universe, philosophers like Aristotle or Plato can kiss her ass with their ‘meaning of life’ crap.
But it’s probably because of his big heart and his unmatched ability to make her ridiculously happy (when he’s not acting like a child).
“We don’t have a case, you know. And probably won’t have one for the rest of the day. You can really just go home if you like,” she tries to inform him as calmly as she can over her shoulder, hiding her annoyance behind a smile she’s sure he can tell is fake. Her acting days are way behind her, so sue her.
“And why would I do that, Detective?” he raises one dark eyebrow in question, his forehead crinkles into that familiar frown that means he thinks she’s speaking nonsense.
“Because you are obviously bored?” she gestures to him and then to her desk, where his impromptu fun-fair is taking place.
“Well, I’m here to help you. That’s what partners do, are they not?” he asks innocently, as he raises his arm to aim another paperclip towards her desk.
“You don’t actually help, Lucifer,” she replies, her voice takes on a biting tone. “You are just distracting me.”
“Umm, I care to disagree, Detective,“ he shoots her a mildly offended look. “Was that iced latte I bought you earlier not helpful? I know how sulky you get without your shot of caffeine in the morning.”
“I meant actual work, Lucifer,” she rolls her eyes. But that cold drink really helped her, though.
“I also tidied up your desk. After all, you can’t work in chaos properly,” he gives her a smug expression she would really like to wipe from his stupid, handsome face.
And by “tidied up” he really means he removed all the office tools from her desk, so he could play with them later.
“You have an explanation for everything, haven’t you?” she shakes her head with a fond smile she tries very hard to suppress because she’s supposed to be annoyed with him.
“I’m the Devil, darling, of course, I have.”
He rises from his seat and walks in front of her desk, placing the paperclip in the pen holder and gives her a contemplative look.
“Detective?”
“Hmm?” she replies as she glances back down at her unfinished report, and starts filling out the details about a victim in a robbery gone wrong. Only 25, poor guy.
“Have you seen the new vending machine in the break room?”
Frowning and slightly taken aback, she lifts her eyes at him again. She really did not expect that question. “Yeah, I just bought a turkey sandwich from it yesterday, remember?”
“Yes, but have you really seen it? It has the newest flavors of Pringles and they added your favorite jalapeño chips as well. And the design is just..phew,” he makes a small whistling noise and Chloe thinks her frown is becoming a permanent feature on her forehead. “I think you should check it out again, Detective,” he suggests as he gestures behind his back to the break room.
Now, it’s hardly the first time Lucifer is being odd and babbling nonsense - and even after learning that his metaphors aren’t actually metaphors, he can still surprise her from time to time with his weirdness.
“I have to work, Lucifer,” she states matter-of-factly, and returns to her still unfinished police report.
“But, Detective, I really think you should look over the selection again. Maybe you find something that would really...excite you,” he insists, and she looks up at the tone of his voice.
He has that expression on his face, the one that tells her he’s up to no good, a playful smile at the corner of his lips that makes the crow’s feet she adores around his eyes appear.
She sighs, exasperated. “Ok, fine,” she gives in as she stands from her chair.
Will there be a time when she’s able to tell him no? Probably not, and she’s learned a long time ago to just roll with it and humor him. Besides, she really needs to stretch her limbs a bit; she’s been sitting in that chair for hours.
“Excellent!” he exclaims and turns his back to her, an eagerness in his steps as he strolls to the aforementioned room, not waiting if she follows him or not.
Of course, she does.
And when she steps into the dimly lit room to ask him what the hell she’s doing here, her back is suddenly pressed against to the closed door, soft and greedy lips finding hers as she lets out a surprised yelp.
“Lucifer, wha-”
“As I’ve said before,” he interrupts her, placing a kiss on her neck before whispering close to her ear, leaving goosebumps all over her body. “...partners help each other, and now I’m helping you relieve some stress.”
Stress that he’s half responsible for, but she’s not about to complain when his mouth is doing these glorious things to her body and he proves his point with a gentle nip at her earlobe that turns her legs into goo and her brain into mush.
But still, she supposed to be professional and not have sex at her workplace with her ridiculously hot boyfriend and Devil, and is about to open her mouth to tell him that, but when his lips find that sensitive spot on the side of her neck and his other hand finds its way into her jeans to cup her through her already soaked panties, all thoughts of professionalism flies out the window.
She lets out a moan, and he gives her a proud grin, shedding his suit jacket in the process. Her fingers start playing with the hem of his white shirt before ripping it to the sides, exposing his muscular chest as the buttons scatter away on the floor.
She’s not afraid to ruin his expensive clothing ever since he told her he doesn’t mind replacing them as long as she’s the one responsible for their untimely deaths.
He lifts her up by her waist, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist, and carries her to the other end of the room as she gets rid of her shirt. His mouth explores her collarbone while she’s busy making a mess of his always perfectly coiffed hair. He gently places her on the only available surface; the blue couch.
And even though the ancient thing is lumpy as hell and probably the most uncomfortable couch she’s ever had the chance to sit on, he makes her forget all that with his expert fingers and other body parts as he takes her to the edge and back, lighting up stars behind her eyelids as they ride out their orgasms.
He’s good. Too good. The best, really.
“Now, isn’t that better, than all those boring paperwork?” he asks when he tucks her gloriously naked and satisfied body on top of his, placing a kiss on her hair.
She lets out a snort, that kind of laugh he once called a “demented witch on crack” but secretly loves and answers “Yes, it is.”
They dress is comfortable silence, and as he buttons up his suit jacket over his buttonless shirt to cover the damage she’d done, she places a quick kiss on his lips before slipping out the door.
She returns to her desk with a smile.
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AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19206229/chapters/47565649
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Linkade HC: Whenever Lance gets really angry or something and goes on a rampage, Ryan always has to follow behind him like "I'm sorry about him he's had a rough day."
This was used as a bit of stress relief for me, so my apologies for it being written…well. Badly. I hope this is what you wanted though, and it gave me a bit of happiness when I was feeling down. Also not proof read, so sorry about that too!
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Lance doesn’t get angry very often, but when he does Ryan likes to call it his Bulldog Anger. He snarls and snaps at people and is just genuinely unpleasant to be around when this happens. Ryan is lucky that it only happens once every blue moon, because God knows he wouldn’t be able to handle his boyfriend if he acted like this 24/7, as much as he loves him.
So when Lance does go through one of his Bulldog Anger episodes, Ryan is as supportive as he can be. He hovers over his boyfriend protectively and trails behind him, making sure nothing gets too out of hand. So far, Lance hasn’t complained about it yet.
“Lance-“ Captain Shirogane attempts to get Lance’s attention in the dormitory hallways. Big mistake, because upon seeing him the scowl on his face intensifies. Such a dark look really doesn’t belong on the normally happy teenager. It looks completely alien on him, like he’s been possessed.
“Fuck off, shiro.” He hisses. The older man recoils like he’s just been hit. Ryan winces, and before following his beloved he offers Shiro a brief apology.
“He’s having a bad day.” He puts it simply, not one for using too many words that aren’t directed at lance or family. Shiro doesn’t say anything, instead choosing to stare dumbfoundedly at Lance’s retreating back. Obviously he’s never seen this display of anger from Lance before.
His second victim of the day is Veronica, who maybe mentioned something that hit a little too close to home. She has the tendency to make mean jokes, and normally Lance would laugh it off, or ignore the jab, but not today. Ryan watches wearily from his spot in the corner of the mess hall, trying desperately not to sigh with exasperation as the younger McClain storms off. Veronica stands there looking mildly peeved.
“An episode?” She asks when he comes to stand next to her, though the answer is quite obvious.
“Yeah. Bad day.”
“Ah.” She’s most likely seen the worst of it, having grown up with him and all. Ryan leaves it at that and wonders off in search of his wayward boyfriend. He’ll have a talk with her later, after this whole ordeal is done and over with. Ryan wants to be better equipped to help Lance when another Bulldog episode happens, because Lance deserves only the very best treatment no matter what type of situation.
The third, and final victim of the day is none other than Ryan himself. Really, he should have seen it coming. Lance had barely spoken to him all day, even if he allowed the trailing to continue.
“Can you fucking cut it out?” Lance snaps at him. Ryan pauses from where he was getting up from the bed to follow Lance out of the dorm and tilts his head.
“What do you mean?” He knows exactly what he means.
“I mean stop hovering around me like I’m a goddamn animal that needs to be kept on a fucking leash.” Ryan is suddenly very, very glad he decided to never share the whole Bulldog thing with Lance.
Before he can say anything, perhaps an apology or words of comfort, Lance stomps out of the dorm room, slamming the door behind him. This time, Ryan doesn’t doesn’t follow. There could be a chance that all Lance needs is space for a little while, and Ryan is more than happy to oblige at the moment.
He doesn’t take Lance’s anger to heart, because it’s not like he said anything outright hurtful to him, but it’s still a tad bit discouraging to see him act like this. He doesn’t even know what happened this morning to cause this outrage, and by this point he’s not entirely sure he wants to know. Lance will talk when he’s ready though, he always does. He just needs time.
So he curls up on Lance’s side of the bed and cracks open a Harry Potter book. They’re ancient, and he’s pretty sure Harry Potter isn’t even talked about anymore (the books were written over seventy years ago, after all) but god, does he love them. And so does Lance. In fact, it’s Lance’s limited edition collection he’s got his hands on. Hopefully, the Cuban won’t mind too much.
As it turns out, he doesn’t mind at all. Hours pass, and eventually Lance shuffles into the small room with a vaguely ashamed look on his face. That look is almost as worst as that scowl, Ryan thinks with a scowl. “Ry,” The Cuban sniffles, and any sort of displeasure he felt from Lance’s earlier actions completely disappear.
He tosses the book onto Lance’s end table and hops up off the bed in a hurry. He then spreads his muscular arms wide and wraps his boyfriend securely in his arms. He’s always fit nice and snug when embraced with him, like he was made to be there and never leave. “I’m sorry.” His love sobs out, and Ryan’s heart breaks clean in half.
“Don’t be,” He murmurs, stroking a hand through his soft brown hair. “Everybody has bad days.”
“But that’s not-”
“Let’s sit down, okay?” He cuts through before anything even vaguely self deprecating can leave Lance’s mouth. Wordlessly, Lance nods. Ryan pulls away and leads the two to their shared bed. It’s not exactly the most comfortable thing in the world, and it’s actually just two twins pushed up together to make a bigger bed for the couple. As much as Ryan loves laying on top of Lance on a cramped twin, it gets way too hot for that in the spring and summer.
“What’s up?” He prods gently once they’re both seated on the edge. Lance kicks out his feet and rubs violently at his wet eyes.
“My ex texted me.” He whispers out, like he’s scared that Ryan’s going to get mad at him for even mentioning a past relationship. “And…brought up some stuff that just. Set me off, I guess.” When Ryan doesn’t respond quick enough, Lance visibly panics. “I blocked her, don’t worry, I swear she’s not-” For, the second time, Ryan cuts him off.
“Chill, I’m not upset that you talked to your ex. It’s not like you were cheating on me or anything like that.” He doesn’t think Lance is capable of cheating on him, he’s too kind for that. If he has a problem with their relationship, he’d tell him. “I was just tryna find the words to say. You didn’t do anything wrong to me, okay?”
Tentatively, Lance nods.
“Do you wanna talk about what she said?” This time he’s quick to shake his head no. “Then that’s okay, too. What’s more important to me is you being happy. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” Lance pauses, and then glances to the Harry Potter book.
“…Could we maybe binge the Harry Potter movies?”
That one was unexpected, actually. He was thinking more along the lines of Ryan doing something for him, like fetching him a cup of cafecito. But he’ll gladly do this for his boyfriend. After all, he’s had such a bad day and needs a bit of extra TLC. “You wanna start from the very beginning?” He asks with an affectionate smile.
At the excited thumbs up Lance shoots back at him, combined with the the jovial expression on his face, Ryan’s heart warms. Finally, even if it did take all day, Lance is at least a little bit content, and that’s all he asks for.
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I'M BACK, (maybe insert something here a little less aggressive than BITCHES) ... Nah
8/13/18
Ahhhh... It’s been a while, huh?
I had an Engagement/Housewarming party to prep for and host a couple weekends ago AND my best friend ever (ABBIE) visited from (the middle of no where) North Carolina! She was only here for a week so I took off a couple days of work to see her as much as possible. I figured it was the least I could do because she flew here just for my party. That sweet thing. (Honestly she’s kind of harsh and not sweet at all but she is sweet to me LOL).
You know what I love about my blog? I write it because I like it. I write it when I want to. It’s not something I have to get done, that I have a deadline for, etc. Dishes? Need to be done at some point every single day in my house. Laundry? Weekly chore that NEEDS to be done. My blog? Definitely something I do to relax and soothe me. Something that makes me feel good. Its not something I am obligated to do. Much like my modeling! But when I need a break, I need a break.
I took a little break because I was wearing myself thin a little bit. Not with writing, but with everything. I took a break from modeling when we bought our house because, well, I had to. I wasn’t getting enough sleep during the day because of the buying process; going to the bank when it was open, meeting with my lender when he was available, house hunting during the day, being awake for inspections, etc. Modeling was something that needed to be put on the back burner for about 5 or 6 weeks. Baby (my fiancé) is the one who pushed me to get back into it in July. Things started to slow down and I had time again! I have an issue though. I do this thing where I get very ambitious and excited to get back at something or start something new to the point that I overdo it. I booked about 8 shoots in the matter of 2 weeks and a lot of them were out of the area. I overdid it for sure and burnt myself out all over again. That wasn’t all that did it though; Abbie was about to visit, the house needed to be in order, having Nugget (my soon to be step-son) every other week, weddings and birthday parties to attend, we had our engagement photos done, etc. Honestly, adulthood was getting in the way. I am glad I booked so many shoots though because I am putting out my best content right now.
The engagement pictures are GORGEOUS. I am in LOVE. If you've read my two posts about how I began modeling, how I continue to do so now, and my advice for how to get into it, (A Model Was Discovered and Modeling a Year Later) you will recall my first real photoshoot. I posed as the bride in a wedding styled shoot for a photographer named Linsey Goodson here in Green Bay. She started it all for me and I've always been a huge fan of her work. It was such a treat for her to capture the love Baby and I have for one another in pictures. If you'd like to see more of her amazing work, go to https://linseygoodsonphoto.com/ to check it out! The wedding styled shoot we collaborated on is on her website, too. You can find her on social media platforms. I know I put a bunch in this post but if you want to see more, follow me on Instagram! @sabrinadwieland
Any who, I have a lot of requested blog-topics to cover right now. I picked 3 just to start off with this week. I’m just gonna let you in on what they are, right up front: Religion in my personal life, my love for the show FRIENDS, and being friends with the opposite sex.
Starting off pretty heavy with the religion thing, aren’t we? A follower of mine on Instagram asked me to touch on this and I found it to be an interesting inquiry. I feel like the new age of religion is that there isn’t much of it. Or am I just not paying attention? Or are people just private about it? I’d be surprised if you told me people are just private about ANYthing in this day in age. I just had a different follower of mine tell me that she feels like she knows me just because of what I post and how often I post. I thought that was pretty cool to hear actually; that people pay attention and find my content enjoyable.
Anyway, back to the topic at hand. I’m not religious at all. It’s most-likely from the fact that I wasn’t raised religiously. Now, some of my family members are genuinely bothered with me “not believing.” It’s irionic because these family member who are bothered are some of the ones who raised me on a daily basis. It’s as if they forgot they never took me to church or taught me anything about the Bible. My mother and I would recite the “I lay me down to sleep…” prayer before bed but that was about it. And that didn’t last very long anyway. I wouldn’t say it’s that I “don’t believe.” I just don’t see much proof of the actual … THING I am supposed to believe in. An all-powerful man somewhere in the sky that controls everything. It’s hard for me to grasp, but it’s not for me to say it doesn’t exist.
I’ve always been a bit more scientific in my beliefs. I do, however, think that we all need something to believe for our own sanity. Whether that something is real or not. It’s nice to think that Baby, Nugget, and I can go to an afterlife of some sort and be together forever. It’s nice to think that everything happens for a reason and someone or something is taking care of us, and has plans for our souls. I wish I could know if this all was real. I just don’t know if it is and I can’t count on it. I can’t say I haven’t prayed to something in times of need or hoped that there was someone/something greater than all of us taking care of me. Like I said, I have a hard time believing that it’s a real thing. Crazy things have happened in my life, miracles have taken place; horrible things have also happened, too. I’m kind of stuck in the middle with religion. I don’t know what I believe, and I’m okay with that uncertainty. I live my life with reason and logic while also trying to hold faith in SOMEthing. Even if I don’t really know what that thing is.
FRIENDS. Holy cow if you even know what my name is, you also already know I’m the biggest FRIENDS fan in the universe. I know every word of the script, I swear. It’s almost sickening and I am super okay with it. LOL. People think it’s a little odd that someone as young as me (22) is so obsessed with a show that aired from 1994 to 2004. It’s actually been in my life since I was born because my mother watched it from the beginning. I obviously didn’t understand any of it until I was older, but I’ve been watching since as long as I can remember.
My mother and I have had quite the history and we struggled with our relationship when I lived with her (and that is putting it mildly). But Friends was one thing that brought us together, rather than caused issues. I’ve noticed watching/listening to the show soothes me. This sounds really weird, but because of the positive connotation it has, it seriously de-stresses me and calms me down. I have this show playing on some electronic of mine at a point during almost every day of my life. It’s on when I’m cleaning, when I’m getting ready for the day or a photoshoot, when I used to do homework in college, when I cook, when I need something to fall asleep to, when I actually just want to watch it, etc. I know the show so well that I don’t even need to physically watch it, I just want to listen to it so I listen to it at work and even when I shower.
I kick some serious ass at Friends trivia because I’ve watched the series (10 seasons. 236 episodes) over 50 times. I’ve done estimates and if I watch a certain amount of episodes every day on average (which I do), I have easily seen it all way more than that, even. I’ve owned season on VHS and DVD. I literally only have Netflix for the ease of FRIENDS watching. The day it leaves Netflix, I will be heartbroken and a huge mess. It’s like a security blanket for me. I laugh at it harder the more I watch it. I feel like I know the characters personally. I own a bunch of FRIENDS merchandise. I know an unhealthy amount about the show. I just have a really deep and strong connection to the show and it may be weird to some people but I love it. I recommend the shit out of it. I’m not even sorry for swearing, that was just passion.
Being friends with the opposite sex. From my perspective. I just talked to Baby about this so it’s coinditental that I write about it today. The wedding he and I attended on Saturday was actually for a long-time female friend of his. He was talking about how he was thinking of all the times they had and memories they shared. I found myself feeling… I don’t know the word exactly… I couldn’t relate. I have had two very close male friends and it was a constant struggle because they both wanted to be more than that when I was friends with them. Other standard male friends of mine that I never got very close to always eventually hit on me, asked me out, or flirted with me in some way. That isn’t me being conceited or anything, it’s just how it always went.
I have one male friend that has never tried anything with me and I’ve never even met him. We lives a little bit out of my area and we met through friends on Facebook. He’s a great guy and I trust him a lot. I still can’t relate to Baby with the friendship because I haven’t even met my closest guy-friend. We don’t talk much anymore, either unfortunately. My best friend from work is a man, but he is also gay. We tell each other everything and we have a lot of fun together. Obviously there is no room for any possibility of something happening.
I know straight men and straight women can be just friends, I just have yet to experience it myself successfully. I have no problem with Baby having close female friends; I trust him completely. I think I might not be close to any straight men because of my previous experience with those relationships. I’ve only seen the dangerous side of being friends because of who my friends were, and not the innocent side. I do believe you can be just friends, but I know there is possibility for something more to occur and I just try to steer clear of that in my own life.
How was your weekend? I had s’mom things going on. Baby is 27 and has a 3 year old brother (yep, that’s right!) and Nugget (who is 4) looooves playing with him. They get along really well. He came over and I watched those two boys for a few hours on Friday. Baby made us all dinner and then retreated to our den to play his new Madden 19 I got for him as our one year anniversary present. He loves it and I’m glad he does. The little ones and I played outside for the evening. Saturday was booked tight, as well. Baby helped his parents demo their new home while Nugget and I went to my sister’s 6th birthday party. Yep, I have a really young sibling, too. She and Nugget also are very close so they had a blast bowling. The future husband and I had a wedding to attend Saturday evening so Nugget spent the night at his soon-to-be grandparents’ house! He and my sister (we’ll call her Kin) had a blast. Then, the dreaded Sunday hit.
Pick-ups and drop-offs with Nugget are not consistent each week (which I struggle with because I’m very much a fan of schedules and planning far ahead of time), getting back into the third shift groove isn’t easy, and it’s usually the day that Baby and I need to do our weekly grocery shopping. It’s my toughest day because I need to find a 4-hour block that I can sleep during to prep for my first third-shift of the week. That means that it needs to be later in the day, but not directly before I go to work (because I also need to sleep as soon as I get home Monday morning). It also needs to be quiet in the house, of course. I think my body knows it’s Sunday when it rolls around because Sundays are also the days I get migraines the most.
I was having a pretty hard time today, but Baby is very attentive and spoils the heck out of me in the ways I need on Sundays. He often times makes me breakfast when we get up, does the dishes, makes sure I get that long nap in, he tucks me in beforehand, makes sure it’s quiet the whole time I am sleeping, gets me up on time, has dinner ready for when I wake up, gets me meds when I need them for my head, gets me water, etc. Sundays are my least favorite but he really makes them entirely tolerable for me. I can’t thank him enough. He pays such close attention to me and I am incredibly grateful.
That felt GREAT to write. Wow. I missed this. I don’t know what I’m writing next, but stay tuned for more posts SOON! (P.S. I would super appreciate if you shared this to your Facebook page and on Tumblr or both!)
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I found this post with a couple of prompts and I was in love with all of them but this one was my favorite: "I want amnesia fic where the person with amnesia asks their bff, “so tell me about myself” and the bff starts describing the EPIC HUMILIATINGLY OBVIOUS CRUSH the amnesiac has on their love interest and the amnesiac is like “oh god please stop telling me about myself.”" I would write it myself but I feel I wouldn't do it justice lol, I'm very crappy at writing. For Jikook or Namjin please
Jikook marriage AU, ~1k teaser
“Did we ever fight?” Jimin asks meekly, cleareyes gazing at him with a sort of hindered curiosity. Like he wants to know butis afraid of what Jungkook might have to say. So that was his question for today. It might explain why he was alittle hesitant when Jungkook came in.
Jungkook decides to put on a sort of grin, shaking his headslowly. “Nah, we would never.” He tries for an even brighterexpression. “We got along too well for that.”
A sigh slips out quietly and a slight smile appears onJimin’s face as well. “Hmm that’s good.”
Just in case it wasn’t convincing enough, Jungkook carrieson with the lie. “Well we were pretty similar so there wasn’t much to disputein the first place, and…” he pauses to think for a moment, “even ifwe did fight, I’d think that it wouldn’t be too bad because at least it’d stillbe with you.”
Jimin nods, chewing on his bottom lip and looking mildlyuncomfortable. “Really?”
“Anything was fine when it was with you.” Jungkookconfesses, getting ready to share another memory of the good days in the past.
No, he would never reveal to Jimin how bad their fights got.
Still fresh in his head was one of the worst arguments thatacted as a catalyst for this chain of events, one he’d probably never forgetbecause of the way everything had built up then fallen apart so easily.
He’d just gotten home from a long day at work, wanting nothingmore than to drop everything and relax for a bit. That came in the form ofgaming and so he’d logged into his League of Legends account and called up acouple of his friends for a few rounds.
He hadn’t even noticed the time until the click of the doorsounded, and Jimin was home.
“How long have you been sitting there? Have you beengaming the whole day?” The frown in Jimin’s voice was audible and Jungkookwanted nothing more than to just ignore him and finish his game. They werealready losing and this wasn’t going to help their team at all.
“Well you’re never home so I guess you wouldn’t know.”Jungkook said sarcastically to the point where he could even hear the venomlaced in his own voice.
A tired sigh slipped out. “Jungkook, I have things to do.I’m busy enough as it is and it’s all so stressful.”
“And then you go out with your work friend every time. ”Like I don’t even exist. Thinkingabout all of this again just got him more and more riled up. It was the samething every time, but he couldn’t help the sharp tinge of jealousy that wasalways just beneath the surface, resting there, hurting.
“He’s just a friend, and you’re the one who said youdidn’t mind who I hung out with so how am I supposed to know you’d care so muchabout it now?”
Jungkook could see the way he got Jimin worked up and italmost felt like a victory. But Jimin’s tone was defensive and maybe that onlymade him even more annoyed than before.
“What, a friend that you spend more time with than yourown husband?” He sneered.
Jimin rolled his eyes. “Are you being jealous rightnow? Not this again.”
And he was ready. He saw it coming from miles away and knewexactly how this was supposed to play out. “See that’s the thing—you neverwant to talk about it.”
“What good will it bring if we’re just going to keepfighting over this? I didn’t marry you so that we could do this every day.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t have.”
Only when the stillness hit was when he realized that hesaid the absolute worst thing he could’ve said. This wasn’t something that evercame up in their arguments. It’d slipped out without him realizing it, and whenthe response of stop, you don’t mean thatnever came and Jimin’s initial shock changed into something darker, that’swhen he knew it was too late, that he couldn’t just take back this mistake.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have.” Jimin said it quietly,but there it was. It almost seemed too loud in the silence of the room, the oneline that cut through the muddled thoughts and any feelings buzzing in Jungkook’smind and seemed to pierce his heart.
Jimin stared at him, eyes unreadable, but Jungkook knew hewas waiting, hanging on to the slice of hope that there’d be some retort, somekind of apology or admission of regret. Yet Jungkook chose to stay silent,pursing his lips.
Because even though it hurt so much, maybe it was betterthis way. It was clear to both of them that this couldn’t go on, and replayingthrough the same cycle over and over would only crumble the remaining of whatthey had.
That’s when Jimin left and never returned for the night.
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