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brb gonna go cry about all of my mistakes and how the only person I can hate is myself and how I unbelievably terrified of being alone, but even more terrified or being kept and guarded and left alone because i can't hate
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ventpost
brb gonna go cry about all of my mistakes and how the only person I can hate is myself and how I unbelievably terrified of being alone, but even more terrified or being kept and guarded and left alone because i can't hate
Chapter 10 !
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
It's finally here!!! It's just under 14k words so I hope it was worth the wait!
CW for this chapter: body checking; lots of talk about sex and intimacy; explicit smut
I was determined to post this on the 30th and I just barely made the deadline by literally two minutes. So this is NOT actually proofread. (Though I do proofread and edit as I go) so please do let me know if you see any glaring mistakes.
Thank you again--so very much--for waiting! I can't wait to hear what y'all think <3
Behind the scenes from my photoshoot today. I hope the photos turn out good. Fingers crossed.
Alright 8am. I’m tapping out. I hit 5.5k in the chapter and I’m nowhere near done so here’s a sneak peak till I finish later.
Yet another Prince song started and you got caught up in it; a familiar one that seemed to be the jolt of serotonin you were looking for. After playing your guessing game your thoughts trailed to the night before. How he had said one word that described the utter hell you were going through. You weren’t upset but more impressed with how easy it came to him; how well he could already see who you were. If only it were that simple the other way around.
Maybe if you knew his name-
Shit. You didn’t even get his name.
In a matter of seconds, you straightened up from whatever horrid dance move you were doing. You didn’t know his name. For fucks sake you were standing in the center of his bar, helping him clean, and you didn’t even know his name. Then the memory of you calling him by another name hit you and you wanted to curl up in a ball and hide. It’s not like you could just ask him when he returned. Had he even told you last night?
--- If the past hunts you, young one... show your claws... @syxephraim
I need more feel good blogs to follow. Maybe I'll look for some nature posts, animals, cute stuff. I want to be aware of the issues in the world but constant negativity is draining me, especially when I encounter it in real life. I need some escapism.
Sorry if you didn't see me posting yesterday and today, I was watching Neil Newbon be a gremlin
i'm probably going to disappear for a while.