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the man in black | knj (2)

you hope to meet a tall, dark, handsome man at a bar.

✨ title: the man in black | ✨ pairing: namjoon x f!reader ✨ genre/au: fluff, light smut(?) | strangers-to-lovers(?), bookstore!au ✨ rating: R | ✨ word count: 3.8k ✨ warnings: namjoon in the black turtleneck/black slacks outfit, language, alcohol consumption, kissing, touching, allusions to sex, minor details about sex (spanking, cockwarming) ✨ a/n: helloooo! and we're back with these two crazy people who f*cked in a bathroom bar lmaoooo. this takes place before and after the first drabble. ;) and this is un-beta'd b/c i couldn't wait to post it, again, apologies if this suuuucks. translation cr to doolsetbangtan | also tagging @jeongkoos

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[ Three hours earlier ]

Dating apps weren’t doing it anymore because you’d match with the most boring guys in the city. You only had one week left until your parents would set you up on a blind date. And knowing your parents, you wouldn’t put your trust in them either. You wanted to meet someone in a natural way. It was dumb, and you know that, but nothing else was working. Why couldn’t you dream of meeting a tall, dark, and handsome stranger in a grocery store while the two of you reached for the same apple? Stupid, you know, but you can dream, can’t you?

You sighed, stirring your vodka soda in its clear glass. The bar was pretty full on a Friday night, and you happened to find an empty seat amongst the sea of couples on a date. Getting dolled up and coming to the bar was the best idea you could come up with in hopes of meeting your soulmate. You were leaving it up to destiny to bring this non-existent man you’d dreamt of.

The seat next to you opened up, and immediately, it was taken by a man. Quickly glancing to see if he would be a possible candidate, you noticed the ring on his finger and shifted your body away from him.

When you called the bartender over, you were nearly finished with your drink, but your attention was interrupted by feedback on a mic. You looked to see five guys filing in, four of them in white dress shirts and one in a black turtleneck - someone didn’t get the memo, you chuckled quietly.

One of the men in white tapped on the mic before speaking into it. “Hello, we apologize for interrupting you on this beautiful night, but I–we wanted to come up here and perform this song for my beautiful bride-to-be.”

Everyone turned their heads and clapped as the man pointed to the woman sitting towards the front, who was blushing and covering her face from embarrassment.

“This is for you, baby.”

A low, sexy beat blasted from the speakers, and a low, husky voice overwhelmed everyone’s ears. Everyone bobbed their head to the song as the men in white began singing and rapping. You thought about the bride-to-be sitting in the front row, about how lucky she was to find someone who would embarrass himself because he loved her so much.

As the song continued, you waved the bartender down once more to order another vodka soda, and the drink was in your hands faster than the man you wanted to be dropped in your lap. Like everyone else, you bobbed your head to the song's beat, and it wasn’t until you heard a voice that had your attention again. Peering over, it was the man who didn’t get the memo, the man who was in all black, just oozing sexy vibes from head to toe. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. How could you not? He stood out the most from the rest of the group. You guessed he was a part of their wedding party - probably had a significant other already. Who wouldn’t, especially when he looked like that?

You giggled at their choreographed dance while the others looked silly; the man in all black was the complete opposite. He was putting his whole body and soul into it, his dimpled grin on display, ruining all of the women (and men) in the crowd. His head rolled back from side to side, showing off his thick neck. He pulled his sleeves up, revealing what looked like an expensive watch, as he continued to carry on with their dance.

Once they finished their song, the bride-to-be stood up, giving her future groom a kiss. Feeling a bit flustered from the hollers and roars from the crowd, she quickly pulled him off the stage. The rest of the group bowed, saying thank you, and heading back to their tables and seats. While some sat down, the man in all black made their way to the bar. Your eyes widened, feeling frantic by being in the mere presence of a man that God chiseled himself. He looked even better up close.

With your back turned, the man in all black took a seat next to you, his thigh accidentally brushing up against yours, but he didn’t notice. It was enough to make your core ache. Yes, it’s been a while since you’ve been touched.

“Namjoon-ah, you had the whole crowd going wild,” said the bartender.

You nodded. “You really did,” you muttered, gasping, covering your mouth when you realized you had said it out loud. Fuck. Clearing your throat, you mumbled an apology before getting up to crawl into a hole to hide from your embarrassment.

The man in black, you assumed to be Namjoon, turned, calling out to you. “Wait–”

Sheepishly turning around, you sipped on your vodka soda to face the man himself. God–he was really gorgeous, tall, dark, and handsome, his skin a beautiful honey color. “You really liked my performance?” he asked, tilting his head. His eyes turned into a crescent shape, the corners of his lips curving into a smile, letting his dimples appear.

“Yeah, I mean, you seem like a natural on stage.”

“It’s ‘cause he is,” the bartender interjected. “He does spoken word.”

You wouldn’t have expected someone like him to do spoken word. Guess you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. “That’s, um, that’s pretty cool.”

Namjoon grabbed his wallet from his back pocket, pulled out a slate grey card, handing it to you. Gazing at the card, it read, ‘Moonchild Books and Cafe.’

“If you’re free tomorrow, there’s an event I’m holding. We’ll have local authors and poets reading some of their works,” he softly smiled, holding onto the card longer than expected. He apologized when he realized you were trying to take the card.

You flashed a thin smile, staring at the card in your hand, muttering his full name, ‘Kim Namjoon.’

You stayed for another hour or so, wanting to enjoy the live music but also low-key, avoiding the man in black, aka Kim Namjoon.

Every now and again, you'd catch stolen glances from across the room while he was with his friend group. You'd look away, hoping he didn’t catch you blushing like a schoolgirl who’d been eyeing their crush. He’s just a man, for fuck’s sake, but you had it down bad for a stranger you had the smallest of conversations with.

The time was nearly 11 o’clock before you decided to call it a night. The crowd was still lively, dancing the night away, but you didn’t feel like being a loser anymore sitting by yourself.

Walking down the hallway toward coat check, you were suddenly jolted in the direction of the bathroom. The door opened as you followed behind, recognizing the man in black pulling you in. Honestly, if it were anyone else, you’d cry for help. Considering it was tonight's sexy, gorgeous man, you’ll go along with it.

“Hi,” Namjoon’s voice was low and deep, caging you against the wall, making sure to lock the door behind you.

You managed to croak out some kind of greeting back.

Even his chuckle was sinister. “Couldn’t really let you go without talking to you again.”

You let out a small snort. “So, you chose the bathroom?”

He nodded while smiling, showing off those pretty dimples. “Needed someplace quiet.”

Biting on your lip, you suppressed the smile trying to creep up. “What did you want to talk to me about?”

Namjoon gazed into your eyes, discovering your beauty at an even closer range. “Please understand that I’m…never this forward, especially with someone I’ve just met.” As much as you were watching him tonight, he was doing the same – found you adorable, attractive, and stunning.

You told him your name, and he repeated it. “Should probably be on a first-name basis, huh? Just in case you need to scream my name.”

He grinned. “Very bold of you to assume I’ll be screaming your name tonight. Maybe you’ll be screaming mine,” Namjoon remarked, cocking his eyebrow.

“I’ll gladly scream your name, Namjoon,” you admitted shamelessly before leaning forward to place a kiss on his lips–and yes, they were as soft as you imagined, full, pouty, plush. Lips, you would never be tired of kissing.

Namjoon smiled into the kiss, thinking how much he loved that you kissed him first. His tongue nipped your top lip, begging it to open wider so he could continue to explore everything you had to offer. The somersaults unfolded in your stomach when he cupped your face, pressing his big frame against yours–his frame wasn’t the only thing that was big. You moaned into his mouth, feeling his growing erection pressed against your stomach.

He broke the kiss. “Can I touch you?” he asked, stopping everything until you gave him the okay, which you acknowledged quickly that you were completely okay with him doing anything he wanted.

Suddenly, he crouched, hooking your thighs and lifting you, causing an excited yelp to escape. Namjoon continued placing kisses on your neck as he settled you down on top of the cold counter, which felt nice against your burning skin. He connected his mouth to yours again, hands grazing your thighs. Lifting the hem of your dress, he hooked his fingers under your lace panties, making you squirm out of them and tossing them aside.

“Mm…much better,” he hummed.

[ the next day ]

“When can I see you again?”

That was the last thing Namjoon asked. He had already invited you to his bookstore event. It would be the perfect opportunity to see him again, but would it make you look desperate? Seeing a guy right after you fuck him? You shuddered at the thought of him being inside you again. It wouldn’t look that desperate, would it?

“So, let me get this straight. A tall, dark, handsome man fucks you in the bathroom of a bar, asks you when he can see you again, and you’re sitting here with me?” your best friend Yejin asked, gesturing for you to lean in closer to her. She lightly struck your head with her knuckles. “You dummy! We’re going to see this man.”

Technically, you had already made plans with Yejin, and you did consider going to Namjoon’s, but that was before you fucked him in the bathroom. “Stop, Yejin–I can’t go see this guy.”

Yejin stared blankly. “You’re always complaining about not finding ‘the one,’ and when he literally shows up right in front of you and INVITES you to go out then gives you the best sex of your life, you’re refusing all of a sudden? What happened to destiny and all that fate bullshit you’re always going on about?”

“I didn’t say he was the best sex I’ve ever had!” you whisper-shouted, hoping the people around you didn’t hear your conversation with your best friend. “I said he’s the best sex I’ve had in a long time. There’s a difference!”

Yejin rolled her eyes. You were impossible. The universe finally gave you what you wanted, right as you’re about to give up and go on a stupid blind date? Maybe it was too good to be true. Namjoon was like a fever dream. Sex with him was hot as fuck, but you'd hardly think it could turn into anything more. You literally had sex with a man you'd just met. It probably wouldn't be the best love story to tell to your future grandchildren. Do you know how we met? We fucked in a bathroom bar.

“Who am I kidding, Yejin? All that fate and destiny stuff is just that–bullshit.”

Maybe Namjoon would be the guy before 'the one'. Either way, the thought of keeping the blind date didn't sound bad at the moment. It could be a good backup in case nothing went further with Namjoon.

“Bullshit or not. We’re going.”

When the two of you arrived at the quaint, cute bookstore, you were quite impressed. It was like walking into a different world, walls filled with books from floor to ceiling, soft, broken-in brown leather sofas scattered throughout the space, tables, and chairs filled the area in the middle, while a small line of customers occupied the back where the sound of the espresso machine was hissing.

Immediately, you recognized Namjoon, only this time; he was in a completely different outfit from the one last night - a red shirt, dark jeans, and a tan trench coat to finish off his look. A completely different vibe from the man in all-black. Regardless of whatever he was wearing, he still radiated such confidence that you’d ever seen a man carry - it wasn’t the pretentious kind either, which was a plus in your book.

Yejin nudged you forward to talk to him. You shuffled nervously, approaching, waiting for him to finish his conversation. After a minute, he noticed you waiting. He grabbed your attention, telling you to wait for him.

“Hey–you came!” He didn’t know if should give you a hug, kiss, or handshake, so it turned out to be an awkward high-five.

“Yeah, um–I’m here with my friend,” you turned to point but realized how it looked because Yejin was nowhere in sight. It probably looked like you were trying to make excuses. “She’s…here somewhere. I'm sure we'll find her later."

He smiled, showing those sweet dimples you could curl into and sleep in. "Welcome to Moonchild Books and Cafe. I apologize. It's a bit crazy in here today. I wasn't expecting so many people."

Namjoon was really something else, completely different from the person you met last night. But you were intrigued to learn more about this side of him.

"Looks like this is a popular spot to be,” you commented, observing the buzz of the small crowd chattering and finding a seat.

“You gonna stay and hang out?”

Well, you were already here. It would be weird to leave. “Are you performing?”

He nodded.

You beamed at him. “Save me a seat in the front row?”

“Reserved and ready to go.”

You’d never been to a show quite like this. You’ve been to book readings by local authors but what Namjoon had put together was an incredible collective of local poets and artists. As if last night’s performance at the bar with his friends didn’t already impress you, this afternoon had you on your knees.

The last artist on stage, Min Yoongi’s piece was so raw, so real - you felt it in your bones. He was the person that Namjoon was speaking with when you first came in. And at the end of his performance, he promoted another event he’d be performing at as well, and you made sure to make note of it.

The crowd clapped and cheered for Yoongi as he stepped off, and Namjoon stepped up to the mic. He let out a nervous chuckle when someone in the crowd screamed his name. You guessed he had fans - but who wouldn’t be a fan? Namjoon checked off many boxes on your list, and you wondered how many he’d keep checking off.

“Thanks for coming out, my little Moonchildren. So, originally I planned to perform something else, but when inspiration hits, you gotta go with it, right?” he let out another chuckle, and the crowd agreed. “I, uh, stayed up too late writing this and prepping all morning, so I hope you guys like it.”

Is this love

Sometimes I know

Sometimes I don’t

There are words circulating around me

But none feels like how I feel

I can just feel it

Like the moon surely rises after the sun rises

Like fingernails grow,

Like the trees undress themselves layer by layer when the winter comes

That you are the one who will give meaning to my memories

That you are the one who will make a person into a love

Before knowing you, my heart was only filled with straight lines only

I’m just a human, human, human

You erode all my edges

And make me love, love, love

We are humans, humans, humans

Among those countlessly many straight lines

My love, love, love

When we sit gently on it, it becomes a heart

I live so I love

Live and love

If it’s love, I will love you

Namjoon stared directly into your soul when he emphasized the last line. Were you the inspiration for this piece? You couldn’t be, right? You’d briefly met the man, so there’s no way this could be about you. Unless he was in the same situation and was also completely smitten by a stranger he had fucked in a bathroom bar.

Yejin nudged you, leaning in. "Future boyfriend has a way with words."

After hearing him speak, only heart eyes came from you, like in those old cartoons where the main character has completely fallen head over heels. The simplicity and complexity of his words, the playfulness in his voice, and the way he was able to paint a beautiful story within a matter of minutes were impressive, to say the least.

“If you don’t fuck him again, I will,” Yejin snickered.

“Shut up,” you spat at her. It took everything in your power not to jump up on stage and give everyone a show. You were feeling hot and bothered, wanting to ask if you had any part inspiring what he had just performed. Though, it’d be embarrassing if you asked and it was about someone else.

Both you and Yejin stuck around after the crowd dwindled. You introduced Yejin to Namjoon, making it known to him that you weren’t lying about having a friend come with you. Namjoon asked if you wanted to hang out with him while he finished cleaning up. Yejin made the excuse of ‘being tired’ and would call a taxi home so that you could use the car. Shameless, as she was devising an agenda for you.

The last of Namjoon’s employees left, and you didn’t mind helping him - it gave you more time to get to know him without the getting naked part.

“You were pretty amazing on stage tonight. A bit intimidating, if I may say so myself.”

Namjoon waved his hand. “Nah–that’s just something I do for fun. This, right here,” he pointed to the bookstore, “this is my baby, my moonchild. So, you have nothing to be afraid of–I won’t bite,” he teased.

You raised an eyebrow, kind of hoping he was a biter. “Not a biter, hmm?” you asked, setting down the towel in your hand and staring at him.

Namjoon walked over to you, looking broad and burly in his red t-shirt. You didn’t get to see much of him last night. His black turtleneck clung to his body, but you still wondered what the rest of his body looked like. Granted, you didn’t mind his cock at all.

His eyes darkened, raving over your eyes, nose, then down to your lips. “Can I kiss you?”

You chuckled. “I kind of think we’re past that point now.”

“Bestie…” Yejin glared when you walked in the door at 9 AM on a Sunday. “You need to tell me anything?”

You lifted the small white bag filled with donuts and the tray of coffee. “I brought you goodies,” you said with a cheesy smile.

Yejin waved you over to the couch. “Come on. Give me all the details,” she said, patting a spot next to her.

After telling Yejin in detail what you and Namjoon did after the bookstore event, you found yourself very horny reliving it.

“Who knew you’d be into spanking?” Yejin laughed. “And cockwarming.”

“Right? Who the hell am I? And to be fair, many of the guys I’ve been with have been very vanilla, and Namjoon is just on a whole other level,” you groaned, lulling your head back.

The past two days have been more than satisfactory. You’d been whining and complaining about not finding a guy, but one suddenly drops in your lap, and you’re scared it’s too good to be true. Even the conversation you had with him after sex at his goddamn bookstore made you want to squirm. You learned he was obviously already intelligent but funny and a bit of a dork, which you supposed was needed to throw off the hot and sexy.

“Yejin,” you propped your head back up, and she hummed, turning to you. “You’d tell me if I was moving too fast, right?”

“Bestie…I love you, and you deserve to be happy. Remember…the only thing holding yourself back is you, and honestly, who cares if the two of you didn’t meet in a ‘natural way’, that’ll be a part of your love story.”

You didn’t want to admit it, but Yejin was right. Who cares if you and Namjoon had a perfect love story? That’s the beauty of love, really. It happens in a variety of ways.

Later that day, you bucked up the courage to go down to Moonchild Books + Cafe to see Namjoon again for the third day in a row. One might call you obsessed, but that’s because you might be just a smidge.

You walked in with a whole ass speech prepared, ready to confess only a few days worth of getting to know one another. But that’s what love does to you, right? Makes you do things you normally would never do.

Unbeknownst to you, Namjoon was also prepped with a speech. He wasn’t expecting to see you again so fast, but he did not mind it one bit.

“Hey, can we talk?”

“Sure, we can go to my office.”

Walking through the hallway to his office, you continued to mentally prepare to confess your feelings. You were also ready to be rejected because, who knows, you could be making a fool of yourself.

The pair of you sat on his brown leather sofa, facing one another. Namjoon flashed a thin smile, waiting for you to speak, but was only met with silence.

“I like you—”

To your surprise, he blurted out the same thing as you. The pair of you laughed at the sudden declaration. So really, you had nothing to worry about because he was probably just as nervous as you.

“You like me?” you asked sheepishly.

Namjoon chuckled. “I know it seems crazy because we barely know each other, but I would love the chance to get to if you’d like.”

You covered your mouth as you laughed. “Oh my god. I literally came here with a whole speech prepared, and I couldn’t even spit it out. But yes, I feel the same way. I know how we met was unconventional, but honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He shuffled closer to you on the leather sofa, lips curving into a smile, his hand cupping your cheek. “Me too.”

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facesblind · 18 days

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@valour-bound

∗ 33﹕ sender hovers over receiver’s shoulder as they complete a task . ( IUNNO HES CURIOUS 🥺 )

𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆. 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗱, 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 — just as her &&. leon are conducting an investigation in fucking alcatraz of all places. well, it's safer to say she's merely assisting from above as the dso agent tours around the sewers underneath. disguised as tourist, she joins the group of familiar faces silhouettes ; blends in with the crowd (though neither jill nor claire tried to do so considering their outfits. seriously, ladies, what the fuck?).

for questions, there will be time later — both to their guide &&. to leon's acquaintances ; phrases like the fuck are you doing here? and how did you get inside with a gun? have to wait, remaining undercover crucial for both parties involved in... whatever's happening. about that, she also wants to ask, alas the circumstances won't allow her to voice any of her concerns aloud. some people though should be banned from talking. permanently.

❝ i gotta say, uh... this bed suuuucks! ❞

vloggers. architecture enthusiasts. receivers of awful trip oriented gift - cards. regular people. civillians.

rattling of prison cell bars gives miriam a headache (fuckin' youtuber wannabe) — but that perhaps can be linked to the sudden cut in communication with dso's golden boy. she can't hear him &&. there's a chance he can't hear her either. so, are they on the right track with their snooping, or is it just the awful reception? fuck.

just in case, a smartphone with cracked screen is taken out of mimi's pocket, and she types a quick message. feeling a familiar frame hovering over her, after pressing the send button, she types some more.

[ to: leonardo dickarpio // from: Do Not Answer!!! ] whats wrong with the comms

[ to: leonardo dickarpio // from: Do Not Answer!!! ] r u ok

might seem stupid to send a regular text, but she does it nonetheless. better safe than sorry.

leons here too hes in the sewers probably shits going down since youre also here lol anyway been a while whats up nice shirt

the attempt at some comedic relief is however abruptly interrupted. familiar growling &&. snarling reaches miriam's ears, eyes following the direction of the sound.

not again...

#thank you for the prompt!!! mwah mwah #links are clickable :3 #valour-bound #𝗜. threads × las plagas

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problemkidshootingforstars-blog · 6 years

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Y’all do you ever think about how nothing fucking matters and literally we’re just on a giant floating peice of trash in space and literally our drama doesn’t matter at all?

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teatitty · 2 years

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As much as I would love to say that this is all Carol the Sapphire Gem is known to be a parasite so this is really half Carol talking and half Sapphire Gem

#tea reads #still fucking suuuucks for hal tho #her outfits dope as fuck tho i'll give her that

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sims2nights · 2 years

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“Nina, do you know of anyone who has committed a crime so outrageous, so heinous, that the only proper punishment would be exile to a desolate, dreadful place?”

“Um, no, but my cousin Rodney’s outfit last week was pretty criminal!” She laughed. “Besides, we Keysmashers don’t believe in punitive justice. We’re all about peace love accountability and growth, you know?

“Yeah, i forgot about that. Well, what about someone who would be willing to come to study abroad on Earth?”

“That’s... a switch. What’s the catch?”

I gulped, panicked that she had picked up on what I might have in store for whoever she picked for me. “Nothing!” I chirped hastily. “Earth just suuuucks, you know? It’s kind of a punishment...”

“Hmm, yeah, you're not wrong! I’ll ask around. I’m sure one of my cousins would be excited to study on Earth!”

“Thanks Nina, you’re the best!” I hugged her, silently laughing in inward evil glee.

Nina’s cousin was definitely about to get more than they bargained for...! 😈

#ts2 #sims 2 #simblr #apocalypse challenge #Neville's Apocalypse #Nev Apo 1

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the-writing-mobster · 4 years

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⭐ :3

Eeeee, thank you for the ask!

I had to think long and hard about what I wanted to discuss; Chapter 8! Uuuggghhh. Part one is pretty underrated and there isn't a lot of feedback for it but it has MOST of my favorite moments. Mostly because of the foreshadowing and EXTREME sexual tension.

Also, I should mention: spoilers under the cut!

Papyrus was nowhere to be seen, but she froze when she caught Sans in the kitchen. He hadn’t noticed her presence yet, so she ducked away and hid behind the wall.

He was mumbling to himself as he made coffee, clearly tired as hell. She poked her head out and noticed there was a list sitting on the kitchen island. Most likely for her.

“Sans! Let’s go!” shouted Papyrus as the front door slammed open. She flinched and jerked back into hiding as Sans groaned and stomped out of the kitchen. Frisk’s breath hitched as he marched past her. He grinned when he saw her.

“Good luck…” he purred...

I liked this chapter a lot. Frisk's first day on the job, getting to know her more, and of course Sans being just... Awful. Sans being awful was actually my favorite thing to write.

I also just... Really wanted to write a super domestic chapter. So chapter 8 is filled to the brim with cleaning and shit like that. It was supposed to be a break from all the action.

I've kind of always wanted to be good at housework (not for traditional reasons or anything, just for like... I hate being in a dirty environment but I suuuuck at cleaning and cooking and baking) so writing this was like a little bit of escapism. Weird that I'd find escapism in chores... 🤷‍♀️

(it would've only been made better if she'd had an actual french maid outfit... 😏)

Flowey eventually joined her after she took the nicely folded clothes upstairs. By then it was eight a.m. They worked together to dust. It was the dusting that started to drag on time.

I actually had to look up how long it would take to clean an entire house. I read like two articles on Maids and the hours they worked. One was on house maids... That's not what they're called I just— whatever. And the other was hotel maids. What I learned was that it took around five hours??? Yeah. Around five hours. And of course, it took longer than that for her because of Calibri.

As she stared into Calibri's silver eyes, she began to tear up at the beauty.

Overcome by the unicorn's majesty, she began to sob and she stumbled back. It cocked its head in curiosity and studied her. Frisk's soul began to burn and glow from within her chest and those silver eyes almost seemed to be piercing right through her and studying the contents of her soul. Judging her for all she was worth.

In myth, unicorns were said to come to young virgin girls and were only calm in their presence. It was the best way to trap and tame said magical horses. Obviously, Frisk is not a young virgin girl, but! Virginity is a construct and Calibri obviously loves her. Frisk doesn't feel worthy of being in his presence, but he judges the contents of her soul and... Well... Obviously she's pure of heart despite everything.

And also, there's a line in the Last Unicorn about Lady Amalthea that describes Frisk and the effect she has the monsters to a Tee.

“The Lady Amalthea beckoned, and the cat wriggled all over, like a dog, but he would not come near... She was offering her open palm to the crook-eared cat, but he stayed where he was, shivering with the desire to go to her"...[later, Molly asked the cat] "Why were you afraid to let her touch you? I saw you. You were afraid of her."

"If she had touched me," he said very softly, "I would have been hers and not my own...”

(I love this book) So obviously, Frisk is a unicorn to the monsters. Completely irresistible and once you go near her you belong to her forever. In the best way possible that is. I wanted to make this comparisons early on between her and a real unicorn.

"Merde!" She exclaimed as she shot out from the stable and sprinted to the shed to get the snow shovel. She slid on the ice of the driveway and almost fell onto her ass. She regained her balance and began to work at the pathway.

Sans would've laughed his ass off at this. That is all.

As she looked through the catalogue of cookbooks that Papyrus owned, she noticed a common theme. Italian food.

"Well isn't that ironic?" She murmured.

Frisk is so SICK of Italian food and she just can't seem to escape it!

"We arrested that Snowdrake Comedian today." The muffled voice of Papyrus alerted Frisk to his presence and she felt a spike of adrenaline enter her. Is this what cooking show contestants felt as the timer counted down?

"Why the fuck—what, Asgore can't handle some political satire?" She rushed about the kitchen to get the last remaining things she needed as she heard the crunch of footsteps in the snow.

Oh what's this? Foreshadowing??? The Angelicans aren't mentioned at all in Part One but their shadow is cast everywhere if you look close enough! Perhaps because everything was planned from the beginning. 😉

"Sans! Get your pathetic ass down here! Dinner is ready!" Barked Papyrus. Frisk heard a thump from upstairs and she flinched. Sans? I need to get out of here.

Ahahaha! She hates him so much and I love it.

It was only until she was walking down the hall to her room when she heard a creak. She turned around and flinched when she saw Sans. He grinned at her, his plate of food in hand. His eyes rolled over her and she shrunk under his gaze. Never had she ever felt so uncomfortable around someone. The way his fanged grin leered at her, threatening to rip her to pieces. He was a shark and she was just a minnow.

Now this part... This is my favorite part and the reason I chose chapter 8 to talk about.

He reached out to an in-table and knocked over a vase. She flinched as it thudded on the floor, and she slowly realized just what he was doing. She stared up at him with wide eyes as he leaned forward.

"Pick it up," he demanded in a soft, menacing voice.

Ooooooof. Something about that is so awful but sooo... I don't know. I was literally grinning so hard when I wrote this. The spirit of Sans the Skeleton possessed me and I was just like "heh heh heh.... Get wrecked little girl."

Flowey glared up at Sans, but held his tongue for Frisk's sake. She looked down at the vase, and then back up at him with a scowl. She wanted to tell him no. Spit on him. Turn away. Slam her door. Flip him off. Stand up for herself…

Alternative scene would be where she slaps him across the face and then he laughs at her and calls her interesting OR threatens her but that never happened so I never wrote it. 🤷‍♀️ Also she'd be actin strong but her hand would be STINGING because slapping hard bone would HURT.

He was still grinning at her, and she swallowed her dignity. She didn't do any of those things. Slowly, she stooped down and grabbed the vase. She gathered the decorative feathers and stuffed them back inside as she replaced the vase on the table. That bastard. Does he really think he can just do this? … I guess he can. I'm basically their slave now. What a nightmare. Oh God… what am I going to do?

Sans hummed in delight and gave her another lingering stare. Slowly, he nodded his head, a sort of smug satisfaction about himself as he turned away. She glared at him.

I kinda laughed when I wrote this because I pictured him doing the most Smug McAsshole nod like he was so proud of himself for pulling that shit.

"Papyrus may act like he's in charge, but at the end of the day… I'm the guy that might just kill ya," he said as he got to his door. He winked at her before he slipped in and shut the door behind him. Left alone, she gasped for breath, as if there had been a pressure on her chest and the weight had finally been removed. She staggered and leaned against the wall for balance.

The threat. The wink. The assholery. I love it. God. Writing this scene, I was so excited about it. I'd literally reread it over and over again. Also, this line he says comes back in a future chapter during a Part 3 torture scene. (Referencing past chapters is my favorite thing to do. It's like when a comedian references a joke in another joke in their set.)

Chapter 8 is definitely one of my favorites, but it's not the only one I want to talk about! Go ahead and send me stars (⭐) in my ask box if you want more "director" cuts for WDYW!

#wdyw #underfell #underfell frans #underfell Frisk #Underfell Sans #director’s cut ask meme #writer’s commentary #ask me about wdyw #seriously I absolutely adore this chapter #but there are many more I’d love to discuss!

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yasmamamercury · 4 years

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okay !! I'm catching up on my requests slowly !!

Everything else is still pretty much at a standstill :( I hate how long it's taking me to deliver my nano fic, two months without an update suuuucks and I really really appreciate everyone who's read along so far 💖 Isolation has basically wrecked my entire writing process so I have no idea when I'm going to be able to publish something new.

That being said, I have a lot of wips on the go right now that I'd like to complete and publish at some point. Some I've shared a bit of before, some I haven't but here we go:

we’ll start with the obvious: So Much Ado My Love (T’was Not For Talk At All) - Sad, both in terms of content and update speed but it promises a happy ending

I have a Dominique x Roger smutty oneshot - Basically, Roger brings home the Rogerina outfit and Dom has her way with him. Includes feminization (obviously), lots of edging, Roger crying tears of desperation, etc.

(Pretty Please) With Sugar on Top is my newest wip - AU with sugar daddy!John and early 20s!Roger. Obviously I’m planning some filthy, filthy smut but there will also be plot !! The storyline is going to be v sweet and I might publish it in small chapters here and there once I really get going with it

Ride the Wild Wind - an ot5 AU that I’m super excited about ! The idea is that Freddie, Jim, Brian, and Roger run a farm and John comes in from the city to live and work on it. Purely self-indulgant because I miss living on a farm. I want to keep this one fun and low-pressure so I think I’m just going to share drabbles and head canons on my blog and see what the response is like.

I also have a Sex Shop AU set in modern times where Freddie, Roger, and John own a sex shop and they meet Brian as a customer. They hit it off and eventually Brian starts working for them, becomes part of the band too, and gets sucked into their polycule. This one’s probably going to be a series of small oneshots in the same universe

My Tender Frian Fic is still a thing that exists and that I’m working on. As a refresher, this oneshot is set in the News of the World era where Brian has a sexuality crisis and Freddie guides him through it. Lots of tenderness. A whole bunch of soft.

The Hot Shop - TayTay AU of the netflix show Blown Away. Along with being a drummer in a famous band, Roger is also a glassblower who specializes in sex toys. He enters a glassblowing competition that spans over several days and gets assigned Crystal as his assistant. In the hot shop, Roger’s the boss, the expert, and Crystal follows his every order to get him a win. But in the bedroom, things heat up in a very different way...

Finally, I have an Office AU - I started this one when isolation started, it’s mostly crack of what Queen would look like working in my office, including the roadies, Jim, Miami, Pheobe, Joe, etc. But what really makes it crack is that everyone’s stuck in isolation at the office (I happen to work somewhere that has a full cafeteria, a rec-centre, a lounge, dorm rooms, etc.) and the fic covers the shennanigans everyone gets into while they’re stuck together. There are lots of different pairings I’m excited to play out too.

so anyways, I may not be actively writing most of these but I’m still excited about them and want to see them brought into the world. It’d be super cool if you guys let me know what you think of these 🥺👉👈 Maybe if there are one or two that are more popular than the others I’ll know where to shift my focus.

I miss being excited about my work !! It makes me so happy to share head canons and little snippets of fic and just talk about the stories ! So please don’t be shy, part of the fun of fic is getting to share and interact with everyone 💕

#update #long post #queen fandom #poly!queen #dealor #joger #frian #maycury #taytay #domtay #wips #fic #queen fic

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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Weird asks:

Every 8th question. (Or if you're really bored, every 5th one. 🤷🏻‍♀️)

I am WAY too tired/lazy to do multiples of 8….SO I will do 5’s lol.

5. Answered

10. Game you were best at in pe?

Not a game, but whenever we did gymnastics? I was a fucking pro (…literally… lol…team canada over here…)

15. Fave book you read as a school assignment?

Outsiders!

20.preferred place to write?

IPad. BUT, it’s because my laptop has died, i have a Bluetooth keyboard and write in word. I keep my notes/spitballing either in the notes app or in screen shots/voice memos on my phone. My prompts i write down in a notebook. I DO love journaling in an actual book, like, i love colour coding and highlighting and doing shit the “old school way” lol.

25. First song you remember hearing?

Oh good lord!!! I have NO idea.

30.places you find sacred?

Okay so I’m not religious AT ALL, but the places that i feel the most at peace, calm, at ease, etc, are anywhere near the ocean, even a lake. I MISS living near the ocean, I swear i was a mermaid in multiple past lives because nothing feels better or relaxes me more than sitting on a beach watching the waves crash against the sand…

35.average time you fall asleep?

LOL.

My sleep schedule is ABSOLUTE GARBAGE. I’m usually going to bed somewhere between 2-4 am, and up somewhere between 10am-4pm….not kidding. And some days i will only sleep an hour at a time, and it SUUUUCKs. And i fucking hate it. But my job is a disaster where i finally adjust to night shifts and then they spring a couple of am’s on me and I DIE.

40. Weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

Babes i went to performing arts school…what WEIRD DIDN’T HAPPEN?

One Halloween a teacher dressed up as a hobo (for reference, the school was DOWNTOWN, middle sketchy area, lots of hobos around), he started a BLOCK away, in costume, with a. Shopping cart, and dug through garbage cans for bottles til he finally reached the school.

AND HE WASNT EVEN A DRAMA TEACHER

My English teacher used to always “sneak out to her car to grab our papers” yeah….she was smoking weed….

AND, when i was in grade 12 someone tried to burn down the library….

45. Which genre? Sci fi, fantasy or superhero?

Superhero!

50. Most comfy outfit to sleep in?

There is nothing comfier than NOTHING, esp when the sheets are fresh cleaned & you’re fresh out of the shower, freshly shaved legs..god…its fucking heaven.

65. Any permanent scars?

I got a highball glass to the face at 19, lil scar in my eyebrow will be there forever…..

70. Left or right handed?

Right handed! Though when it comes to archery i shoot left handed….

75. At what pain level out of ten do you have to be at before you take an advil?

Oh..oh….sweet summer child….

I am DEATHLY allergic to Advil and ALL anti-inflammatory medication……so i just have to sit here and SUFFER (which is exceptionally bad since I have chronic back pain, arthritis in my hips, tendonits in the wrists, and ovarian cysts to deal with….) so my level 10 is…I’m in the ER…i literally will just suffer until i know its medically not safe….

95. Fave app on your phone?

Tumblr!

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dancing-dagger · 7 years

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turn blog over to Garnet wearing a sexy outfit Personified Dancing Dagger blog change bodies with Faris Milleuda Jihl Nabaat have recently-ousted Leslie Willis muse hijack blog - “pirate radio”, get it? Swedish Pirate Party AU Brainwashed Palamecian Admiral AU I suddenly die everyone gets sad and I resurrect a day later We Are Number One except it’s just You Are A Pirate I revert to my original 8-bit sprite for a day reveal that I’m actually just Bikke with a sex change “Dammit, dammit, DAMMIT! All of these are terrible!” As clever as she is, Leila sucks at April Fool’s. Just then, a miniature explosive goes off in the tiny inkwell next to her on her drafting table. Before she can wipe herself off, she briefly resembles the protagonist of a censored Looney Tune. “APRIL FOOL’S FUCKIN’ SUUUUCKS!”

#miscreant mermaid (ooc/crack)

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lazulii-rain · 6 years

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don’t mind me, i’ve decided to start keeping a physical log of my experiences in life just to get them down and have a place to record the beautiful events transpiring. i doubt anyone will read these but me, but if you are reading this, sorry to drop you in the middle of my life lol. should have started at a more focused point. BUT ITS ALL TOO BEAUTIFUL AND JUST FOR ME ANYWAY

ill be totally writing a recap of everything since the moment we met and probably before, a chronicle of my life so i can go back because my memory suuuucks and i don’t want to lose a moment of this. (BAE, Before Anyone Else. It’s very special to usss and i’m the first/only person my hunny has ever called that. i used to use it ironically but now only use it for my Bae. c: )

OKAY. 08/18/18...heh (oops forgot to post when i finished writing it. lol) My love has a day off today; so I was excited to spend my day with him, but also aware of the fact I wouldn’t get a lot of what I had to finish completed. I design logos, t-shirts and tattoos, have a few projects on the go that I need to work on. But he is more important in my opinion. awoke really early to the annoying Luna (black tabby who belongs to my roommate) EATING PEACHY’S FOOD. (also roomates orange tabby, but not really his bc her previous abusive owner abandoned her and he complained about having her... So we kind of bonded. she used to be a super anxious kitty until attaching to my Bae and I.) First time I got up and shooed her away, but that woke Bae up. and when I heard her back at it I whipped a wooden spoon at her from the bed, so that he was not disturbed. Gave up after that and drifted back to sleep because hunny flung his arm & leg over me, so I was trapped as heck and loving every second of it (tho my face was kinda buried so I couldn’t breathe lmaoooo) When he woke up, we were both in funny sassy moods, I showered while he played guitar and drank his coffee, as I was waiting to go get one at Tim’s. We got chicken wraps because I was so hungry I literally couldn’t decide what to get, I wanted everything, so he chose for us loool. ♥ cutie. He managed to make a giant sploosh with his coffee all over one of the tie dye shirts I made him for his birthday, by squeezing the coffee too tight (He is clumsy yet capable of longboarding fullspeed holding a pizza and an open coffee.... lmao.. how does that work? :P) and he had a funny looking shirt for the day but it’s okay because he is adorable no matter what. There was also victims of his spill all over the floor and table, for losing a tiny bit of coffee it was an impressive blood bath. I had an iced coffee obviously because it was hot outside, he’ll get a hot coffee even in like 32C degree weather, because he’s satan like that looool. On the way to the bus stop I was concerned that there was a strange vibe and we both confirmed our desire for an authentic, respectful, loving adventurous life together, and my worry quickly faded. He put his arm around me and we vaped and drank our coffee, our bus came pretty instantly and we were off. Our friend wrote a very insightful and inspiring story about mediation and consciousness, but I had a few things I didn’t agree with/wanted to add onto, so I am in the process of writing out my review on it as he’d like to publish it. Stop 1. Bae’s cellphone company store so he could re-activate his phone. He has such an old plan that it doesn’t exist anymore, but gives him a way better deal than what is offered currently, and it was grandfathered in on a loyalty plan so they can’t change it, but they can make it difficult to renew every month. lol. so he has to go in and call someone at the store to manually enter the plan specifications so he can activate. they put him on hold for ten minutes and we decided to just leave and stay on hold adventuring until we were answered. ANOTHER WHILE PASSES and they go off-hold, only to be like lol i’ll call u back in 20 minutes this is gonna be a process.... oh,. lmao. ok so. Stop 2. The vape shoppp. Somehow Bae knew exactly where to go with no map from wherever we were, when I literally had no idea where we were until we rounded the corner and were basically there. HOW?! I’ve been there so many times and yet get lost so damn easily. I am directionally challenged af, but getting a lot better with it esp. in this city. lol. We didn’t need juice, but went to go see kev as he had given me an IOU and half off the juice on my mum’s death day, and I had forgotten my debit card!!!! >:( he was nice to me tho because apparently i always brighten their day with my vibezzzz and we are becoming closer friends and trust each otherr. very grateful. ALSO THAT DAY (aug 16) i went the wrong way from the shop, because i was disassociating all day, and when i finally found my way to a bus stop, took it the WRONG DIRECTION and ended up somewhere in the city i’ve never been, and because my bus pass was also not with me and i paid like 1.75(all i had) of the 3.75 fare, and asked him to give me a transfer because i needed to go the opposite direction, he tried to say i was scamming him or something NO BITCH I NEED TO GO HOME AND HAVE HAD A TERRIBLE DAY AND JUST WANT TO GET ON THE FRICKEN BUS HOME. I growled that it was my mom’s deathaversary and i am not from here because i moved a few months ago, and he was like “ok i’ll give u a break this once..” like wtf! ugh it was a strange day but i made it. ANYWAY. back to today. We had some fun talks with kev about RDA’s, and a new mod box but they only rly carry kits which we didn’t want for Bae. So we paid the IOU and went on our way. En route to next stop, we saw the Shaw sign and walked along this BEAUTIFUL RIVER that I remember dearly from me and Bae’s first week/visit together in person (we met and fell in love online).... I was squealey and so excited, wanted to leap into the river but realized that it was totally nasty so decided to enjoy the walk instead, lol. We saw a cute duck folding its neck to put its head on its body. LMAO. Bae was like quackquackquacckkkkk. Quack attack. XD I mentioned that I really love this area and inquired if the MAGICAL SPIRAL STAIRCASE was near here; because I also remember running valiantly up that with intensity during our first week. He laughed and was like “Ya. we’re near it. It’s almost like I planned out this walk ;) “ HEHEHEHEHEHEHEE So we got to the staircase and as I went to leap up it as fast as I could, he STEPS IN FRONT OF ME and starts walking super slow. hahahahahaha. wtf. obvi trying to make me run up the broader edge as i adore running rly rly fast up the narrow loop of the spiral staircase, so i did and pretended i was an airplane, usually its a dragon but this time i was like nyoooom. lol. so when we got to the top i was giggling my butt off and mentioned the plane thing, and hunny was like “or you know, an eagle riding an upcurrent” and i was like OMG MORE ACCURATE! he’s brilliant tho even for silly things like that. ♥ we walked thru south-asian fest to go to city hall for a bus pass, and when i saw Asian (I don’t know anything about geography ever) i was like OMG SUSHI BAE?!?!?!!?!?!?! and he was like hehe , no love, SOUTH asian fest. i looked around and was like oh, no sushi. :( but still cool music and culture! noted that this is some people’s whole adventure, and we are passing thru but still it’s only a tiny fragment of our adventure! Stop 3: Took a quick stop to grab me a new bus pass only to find out it’s a government building and closed on the weekends. lmao. SMOOTH. but it’s fine because we actually saw these really cool sculptures inside of dragon-scale and tentacle-like patterns, aztec rock-like patterns, and one kinda plain one that had a cute dog on top. Kind of like square-ish uneven poles. very cool! ALSO in one of the accessable rooms, there was a huge art exhibit that, at first glance, looked like a toddler went nuts with toy cars, cardboard, lego, paint and other childlike items, but upon close inspection we realized it was very in-depth metaphorical, substantial political and environmental statements. We laughed more, stayed longer, and took more pictures than I expected we would when first walking into that room. Slyly sighed and giggled at each other as we watched other people walk into the room only to quickly circle the exhibit and leave, without actually investigating or considering the significance of the creations. (MY COTTON IS BURNING AND I CHANGED IT LIKE 2 DAYS AGO...random) i had to pee and saw the cutest little black girls observing themselves in the mirror with their beauuutiful dresses on, as they were attending a wedding happening in the area, and i complimented them on their outfits. The older of the two said thank you shyly, and when her younger (I presume sister) asked for clarification, not able to speak fluent english yet, the older girl explained in her language, and the little one beamed a smile and said “thank you!” WARMED MY DAMN HEART. Bae & I went on our way to the next stop, while waiting for a stoplight to change, I looked over at some random building, gasped in awe, and whipped out my phone to take a picture, saying “I may be a resident of this city but i will always act like a tourist”. This man crossing the street conjunct to us saw my wonder at such a small event, smiled ear to ear, and looked back at the building I mentioned even though he has obviously lived here a long time. When I turned around, I saw a Beautiful Monument that had one word in English, “Dignity”, and one in French, “Egilate”. I said to Bae that I assume “Egilate” was French for dignity, but the same man who saw me and smiled about my passion turned around and said “it means Equality :) “ I was very thankful for his knowledge and obviously instilled some passion back in his heart with my excitement at the world around me. As my hunny always says, “stop and smell the roses.” and we saw some beautiful apartments and i photographed the numbers so we could find out prices, as we intend to move into our own roommate-free place ASAP. Living with this guy isn’t exactly private or nest-like, or inducing of healing/aligning. We are working hard on that to be safe and in a place we can work on our dreams together. Including a loft, a place with nice balconies, and we saw an older place that was dingy at first glance but no, actually had MARBLE OUTSIDE WALLS. wow. musta been top notch back in the day. Stop 3: we went to the weed dispensary to get some pot for hunny, because although i miss toking intensely i can’t anymore but he’s still a proud stoner and i looooooove him for it. he ended up getting a quarter of 2 different indicas’ northern lights and grape god flower, as well as blue dream crumble for 25% off. grabbed a coil for his dab attachment for his vape as well which was on suprise 420 sale. it was like 4:28 and apparently after 4:20 every day something random goes on sale; no customer or employee knows what it is; its just a suprise if anyone gets it completely. and it happened to be the exact item my hunny needed to get. coincidence? ;) we went to timmies a few times downtown, i cant exactly remember the order of when or why, but the first time, hunny bought me an iced coffee and a large icey water because i was desperately thirsty and needed liquid. the second time i grabbed him a coffee and myself another iced water cause i am apparently always thirsty. lmao. looked for torches for his dab rig so he can enjoy, we decided to go to canadian tire(but realized later on the bus that it was closed, thankfully before our stop for home, so we just went str8 home.) we went to freedom again and bae got his service back bc apparently the guy on the phone fixed it and never called backkk....... lol. My Bae decided to take me to a bong shop, for “apparently no reason” Just to mess around and have fun....lol..... we got there and there were beautiful glass cabinets filled with showcased, amazing, meticulous handmade pieces. Pendants, pipes, bongs, all of it so beautiful. He grabbed a one-hitter that glows under UV Light, slime design, and we went on our way after good chats with the very passionate shopworker. We went to find a place for Bae to smoke some weed, and ran into a cute community garden with honeybees and carpenter bees stuffing their faces in flowers. As well as a group of finches playing and wiggling their butts in the dust. Very adorable, we took a video and then hunny chased them away haha. Cool mural that appeared quite old, some hilarious facial expressions that I snagged close-ups of. When we got home, I made him a piece of the lasagna I cooked for his birthday, and made myself a cream-based pasta with onion because I was lasagna-d out. (it was like a 10 lb beast of a lasagna) I wanted to grab a few beers while I hung out, so hunny gave me 5 bucks to make sure I had enough for two. When I went out I realized I forgot my vape and surely it was safe at home, so dealt with not vaping on the trip. On my bus ride home, the ding for stop request appeared normal as I sat in the very back by the speakers, but out of nowhere it made the LOUDEST Most terrifying screech noise and I jumped/winced. Everyone looked at me and laughed a little in solidarity, I moved a few seats because sure enough it happened again, thank gosh I wasn’t right by it that time. When I got home, my vape wasn’t anywhere that I thought it was. I freaked a little and started crying, didn’t even wanna hit Bae’s vape because it wasn’t my baby; this is when I realized how attached I was. He beelined to a spot under my clothes and found it in like .5 seconds, how, I have no idea. I was sooo grateful for his radiance and helpfulness as always. ♥ IT WAS A GREAT DAY.

#personal #my life #love #rainyjournal

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