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[writingpuddle]

Not me waiting for your post that you updated Borrowed Time even though I already read and loved it 🥰

hahaha i havent been good at updating this tumblr have i? here you go: Borrowed Time Chapter 21 (belated) announcement!

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Matt came round the kitchen counter. “Something I can do for you?”

“Can I borrow your truck?” Neil said. “I was going to take Kevin to the court.”

“Uh,” Matt said. “You sure? I thought you guys were not doing that, right now.”

“We’re fine,” Neil said. “It’s alright if you don’t want me driving your car, though.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Matt said, patting his pockets. He came up with a jangly set of keys. A beaded lizard hung from the keyring.

“Thanks,” Neil said, pocketing the proffered keys. “I’ll bring them back tonight.”

“Don’t you have the keys to Andrew’s car?” Allison called out lazily.

“Yeah, he lets you—” Matt clued in. “Oh. Yeah, I can see why you wouldn’t use those right now.”

Neil nodded. He heard Allison snort from a distance, though she hadn’t bothered getting up. “Drive his car into a ditch. Worked on my ex.”

“Worked to do what?” Neil asked. “Wait, never mind. I’m going.”

“Are you—”

“Thanks,” Neil said and retreated down the hallway before the upperclassmen could bombard him with questions.

[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 144

After much demand, Kink Night at the Undine has arrived. This chapter is really fun, was informative to write, but if you need to skip it, you won’t miss out on the overall story. So, trigger warnings on this chapter for:

- Bondage (mentions of)

- Pegging (possible mention of?)

- Impact play (discussed, both done wrongly and demonstrated correctly)

- Topping and bottoming

To be clear: These are all mentioned from the perspective of a non-participant, non-voyeur. I would probably overall rate this chapter appropriate for 14 years and older, but your mileage may vary. However, kink in general can be very healthy if done correctly, and this chapter was double beta-read, not only by @baelpenrose but also by @charlylimph-blog for accuracy of the scene.  This actually prevented a PROFOUND mistake from making it to queueing, so I am super grateful for their help.

Once I was released from medical after an unnecessarily long lecture from Noah, I found I had a message waiting from Charly with a date and time to meet at the Undine.  Right below that was a message from Sebastian with a uniform-slash-dresscode of sorts.

Aw nuggets. I had forgotten what night it was. 

There wasn’t time to grab clothes from my quarters, but my office was on the way to the bar, so I stopped by to change.  Socks and shoes were a bit of a challenge, since I generally didn’t wear either, so I had to find a vendor to help me fill in the gaps.  Granted, shoes weren’t specified in Sebastian’s list.  However, there was exactly a zero percent chance that I was going to lend a hand at a kink party while barefoot. Just… no. Nope. Not happening.

I wiped my palms nervously against my slacks when I arrived, not sure exactly what to expect.  Charly and I had talked about it, but none of that knowledge wanted to make its presence known at the moment, apparently.  Instead, my mind kept drifting to what in the actual hell she had roped Arthur into doing.  The door opened entirely too soon to reveal a smiling Charly, who grabbed my arm and dragged me behind her to the small group already gathered.

All of my nerves were forced from my body by the sputtering laughter I fell victim to when I saw Arthur - I still had no idea what he would be doing, but he looked like someone took a post-apocalyptic movie hero and hit a button labelled ‘make him a villain’ a few too many times.  The leather jacket and motorcycle pants were fairly innocuous, since I knew he actually owned both and neither were terribly uncommon on the Ark.  Same thing held for the boots - they were just practical in the After and several people held on to that preference with a death grip.

“Cloak’s a nice touch,” I snorted, trying desperately to ignore the campier bits of his outfit.

I was dangerously close to losing it when he scowled and adjusted the laurel crown - I mean, really? - resting on his head. “I knew I shouldn’t have cut my hair this morning,” he muttered. “Damned thing won’t sit right anymore.”

Charly clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Okay, one more run through of what everyone will be doing!”

Sebastian nodded seriously and flicked a towel over his shoulder before handing me an apron. “Sophia has kindly agreed to prep the snacks, while I serve and clean behind people. She’ll clear any dishes in between batches, and one or the other of us will do a lap of the floor every fifteen minutes to ensure everyone is hydrated and there’s no need for medical attention.” He winked at the relief on my face.

Cooking, clearing plates, and momming people into staying hydrated. I could do that.

Arthur brushed off his pauldrons, only forcing me to confront the fact that they were shaped like skulls again, before straightening with aplomb. “I will be Dungeon Master, keeping an eye on everything from there,” he pointed to a scaffold that had been put into place over the bartop, “And intervening as needed if things get out of hand.” Without so much as a twitch of question from me, he explained. “Charly and Coffey can’t be everywhere at once, so I get to perch on high, look ridiculous, and play bouncer if Coffey can’t get there first.”

“Yep,” Charly nodded seriously. For all that she normally seemed built out of chaos and energy, this was Boss Lady Charly. “Let’s keep it safe, sane, and consensual across the board. Speaking of!” She pulled two badges from seemingly nowhere. “Soph, Bash, these are for you.” I took one and immediately grinned when I read it. Staff Only - I Do Not Consent. “If either of you want to play, go for it, but otherwise, probably wear those.  Sexy librarian and millionaire CEO are tropes that exist, so ya know - no confusion for anyone.  Any questions, concerns, cries for help?” When we all shook our heads, she clapped again. “Okay, off you go! Thanks everyone.”

Sebastian tilted his head toward the kitchen and I followed, wiping my hands on my legs again. “Thank you for agreeing to help with snacks.  I know Charly already told you, but I am not the greatest at finger foods that don’t make a mess or won’t be too heavy.”

I hummed for a second before making a few suggestions. “Macaroni and cheese bites, they’re about this big.” I made a circle about an inch and a half across with my fingers. “Just pop and go. Pigs in blankets, the kind with cocktail sausages… meatballs, but probably with lamb instead of beef.  Dumplings.” I shrugged. “Charly swears people actually bring food to these, so once that stuff starts coming in, it would just be portioning it and sending it back out.  We shouldn’t have too much actual cooking to do.”

He nodded and started grabbing ingredients. “So that leaves drinks, plates, and utensils.” When I reached for a rack of glasses, he stopped me. “No.  If one of us drops anything that can break, people can get injured.  I’ve been stocking up on fiber-based plates, forks, and spoons.  Drinks are going to be in those corn-starch gel pouches.”

“Dude,” I groaned. “Those things get so gummy.”

“Straws are real and do exist.”

“Besides, I can already tell someone is going to find alternative uses for those,” Arthur called from behind us. I swear, I could hear him smirking. “You can’t put humans, sex, and flavored liquid in the same room and not expect that.”

I shook my head with a smile, but he had a point. Once we shooed him away, work on the snacks went pretty quick.  Judging by the sounds coming from the main room, it was a good thing, too - furniture being dragged, then Arthur’s voice ringing out to welcome everyone.  Soon, Sebastian was swinging out of the kitchen door with the first trays, and true to Charly’s word, he came back carrying a plate of neatly stacked fudge, followed by Arthur carrying a covered container.

“Scratch the meatballs, someone brought an actual mountain of sausage balls,” Arthur grunted as he slammed the container on a flat surface before retreating.

“Not even a joke?” I mused.

“Must be slipping,” Sebastian grinned. “I mean, he said ‘balls’ twice…”

“Low hanging fruit!” a voice called from the main room.  It must have seemed entirely out of context to the crowd, but Sebastian and I were laughing as we started plating so he could carry more food out to the spots Charly had designated.

A timer went off, so I took the mac and cheese bites out of the oven, snagged a tray of drink-blobs, shoved a fistful of straws into my apron and took off to do my lap of the event.  There were already people taking a break, reaching gratefully for hydration.  Several times, someone would reach for one and pour it in a partner’s  mouth, and on one occasion, a woman offered it up like a gift to a bound man, both biting into it and drinking greedily.

I almost stepped on someone before I realized there was an actual pile of people on the floor. I diverted my eyes quickly from what I thought was an all-out orgy before my brain registered that I wasn’t hearing sex noises - just whispers.  Snapping my eyes back up, it took a moment to figure out that I had nearly stepped on the largest cuddle pile I had seen since my apartment on Insert Winter Holiday.  Crouching, I balanced what was left of the drink blobs on one hand while holding out the straws with another.  In no time at all, the tray was empty and I was heading back for more.

This time, food on one hand, drinks on the other, I exited the kitchen to see Charly wrapping up her rope-bondage safety lecture before starting to demonstrate different knots on a volunteer, with Charly in the role of the top for this scenario. Watching her calmly contort and restrain another human being while calmly explaining the psychology behind it was… kind of terrifying.  I had to constantly remind myself that this person volunteered and that Charly was experienced on both ends of the rope.  

One more sweep of the room landed me with only a dozen or so drinks left on top of a pile of empty trays.  I backed into the kitchen to sanitize and re-load the trays, only to hear Sebastian swearing. “Who the hell brought chili!?”

“Apparently someone thought it was a good idea,” I shrugged, baffled. I mean, it didn’t seem like a good idea to me, but this wasn’t exactly my area of expertise.  “Maybe we put it in bowls, set up a little station in one of the break areas, with toppings? Let people help themselves?”

“Bondage potlucks and chili…” He shook his head. “Trying to remind myself that I’ve seen weirder things, but…”

“I can promise you, they are having fun. And they’re hydrated!” I shook my mostly empty platter of blobs at him.

Sebastian went out to retrieve more food from the people who brought it, and I kept rolling sausages in dough.  “More fudge!” he crowed. “I snagged a piece of the first batch, and it was amazing.”

“You clearly do not see the irony,” I muttered where he couldn’t hear me. “Oh, heavens, no chili! But fudge… fudge is fine…”

The next time I was able to break free and take my designated lap, a slight bit more chaos had descended as everyone had gotten more comfortable.  Several of the more experienced were examining and complimenting each other on their knots and arrangements of their subs. Ivan and Jokul were doing…. Something… that involved Ivan in a gorgeous evening gown and Jokul with a gag in his mouth.  I was almost done with my circuit when a thud reverberated behind me and a black cloak whipped by.

“For the love of…” Arthur growled. I thought he was going to dribble the cowering man he was glaring at like a basketball, but instead he brandished a marker and made two quick X’s on a bare pair of buttocks. “Here and here. Only here and here.” With an irritated flourish, he wrote NOT HERE across the small of the attached back. “This will give someone kidney damage.  Specifically you if I catch you doing it again.” Ducking around to the face of the person he had just used as a whiteboard, he shook his finger. “And I’m not even going to apologize, because you have a safeword and you need to use it. First, last, and only warning, you two. If that hit had been any more than a nervous first tap, you wouldn’t even be getting that.”  Without a word, he snagged the cane sitting on the table nearby and took it with him. “They aren’t getting anywhere near the cane, fucking idiots. Gotta talk to Charly about those two…” he muttered as he blew back past me, so angry he didn’t even acknowledge that I was standing there.

I almost dropped the stack of empty platters when the Imperial March started playing while Arthur stomped back into his position over the bar. “Attention, Deviants!  Courtesy of some poor practices I’ve seen, I would like to invite Sir Coffey and his pet fae Charly to give us a tutorial on safe and proper impact play!”  Applause started as he beckoned them forward, Sebastian theatrically adjusting the lights to center in front of the stage.

I ducked back into the kitchen as Coffey’s voice rang out over the crowd, explaining yet again safewords and consent before launching into what toys were used how and where.  A little public humiliation never hurt anyone, I joked with myself. At least not for some of the people out there.

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[bangtanstanst]

Make & Break | 2

You’re not quite sure if you’re going to be able to keep to your resolution – or, even, if you want to at this point.

pairing: seokjin x reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers, bartender!au

warnings: none

word count: 2.8k

a/n: hi everyone, I hope you’re having a great first day of 2019 - and if not, that it will get better soon! You can find the link first part of this on my blog, since the tumblr link issue is still going on :(( I really hope you enjoy this fic!!♥

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“No, Y/N, stop being ridiculous!” Hana hisses, shrugging on her coat. It’s around 4 AM now and she and Taehyung are the last to leave the bar before closing, with all the other patrons on their way to other bars that can afford more employees to last the night.

Instead of replying, you simply sigh and focus on balancing the pile of glasses you’ve collected from the bar so far, though it’s getting increasingly difficult – your arms are absolutely aching from lugging bags of ice and moving around the bar for hours.

Hana holds out her hand. “Give me your notepad.”

Your mouth falls open, the glasses almost toppling over and falling to the ground. Almost. “What?”

“I don’t want you to be rationalising feelings away when you clearly just want to do some dirty shit with him!” she exclaims, making you hiss her name and glance at the bar. To your relief, Seokjin and Taehyung don’t seem to have heard her, busy chatting to each other.

“Look, I get that you want to protect yourself from heartbreak, but locking up your heart and throwing away the key won’t get you anywhere. You’ll just end up hurting yourself in the long run,” she tells you, poking your forehead. “Honestly, Seokjin’s a good guy, if all those stories I’ve had to listen to for the past year are anything to go by. It’ll turn out fine if you just listen to your heart.”

“You’re so cliché,” is pretty much the only thing you can retort right now.

Hana sees right through you, knows that you can’t come up with anything else. She grins at you, raising an eyebrow, while you notice in your peripheral vision that Taehyung is enthusiastically saying goodbye to Seokjin. “I think we both know what needs to be done here.”

“Yes, I’m going to finish my shift and you’re going to tell me everything about your night with that Taehyung guy tomorrow,” you return. “And that’s what going to be done here.”

Hana just sighs and takes her hair out from the collar of her coat, burying her hands in her pockets. “Then good luck with the rest of your shift and I’ll see you tomorrow, you idiot.”

“Thanks,” you say, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Have fun tonight!” you add with an exaggerated wink to match your tone, at which she just rolls her eyes.

Taehyung walks up to her and they instinctively lock hands, which makes you raise an eyebrow. She raises it right back at you as if to challenge you, to tell you to best her in whatever you would call this.

You don’t react, though, and you just bid the duo goodbye before turning around and walking over to the bar. Seokjin quickly rushes over to help you set down all the dirty glasses in your arms and you thank him for the help with a smile. Goddammit, why does your heart keep beating so fast? You were fine at the beginning of the night – before he just had to tell you he wanted to ask you out.

With a deep sigh, you start on cleaning the glasses waiting for you, hoping to just push the whole thing out of your mind. You’re damn glad a clean-up crew will drop by first thing in the morning to sweep up the broken glass and collect the confetti, the streamers, the deflated balloons from the floors – it means you’ll be heading home soon, that you only have to hold out for a few more minutes.

“You want some of the blue stuff?” Seokjin asks, pulling you out of your thoughts.

His offer definitely piques your interest. “Always,” you reply, glancing at him over his shoulder. He grins at you and nods in approval, snatching two large glasses along with the bottle of blue vodka you traditionally share at the end of your shift.

“Jae, you want some, too?” he asks the bouncer just as he enters the bar, having finished his sweep of the premises already.

Jae shakes his head and waves the offer away. “I’ll wait until after I’ve locked up.”

“But then we can’t get to the alcohol,” Seokjin protests, dumping two handfuls of ice in the glass meant for you while leaving the one meant for him almost empty of it – he knows you love crushed ice, and it’s a small action that makes you smile.

Smirking, Jae wags his finger at Seokjin. “Who are you to think I don’t have any at home, hm?”

You grin, glancing at Seokjin over your shoulder. “He got you now, Seokjinnie,” you tease, using the nickname you’ve heard his friends use with him quite a few times tonight.

He narrows his eyes at you as he twists open the bottle in his hands. “I was trying to get him to let us take a bottle home,” he hisses dramatically, though his voice is clearly loud enough for Jae to hear.

Jae just chuckles. “Do whatever you want, boss ain’t here to check,” he tells you. You’re surprised at his words – the man’s usually such a stickler for the rules. “Happy new year.”

“Happy new year!” both you and Seokjin echo without protest, sending him bright smiles as he heads to the back to wait for you to finish so he can lock up.

The door smashes closed behind Jae and silence falls. The music has already been turned off so the bar is eerily silent, which only makes the knots in your stomach tighten. Running around alongside Seokjin in a full bar is one thing – being alone in here with him is a whole other ballgame.

Just when you’re about to chastise yourself for even feeling stuff, Hana’s words echo through your mind – it’ll turn out fine if you just listen to your heart. And despite your horrible track record, you’re desperate to believe her.

“You look like you need a drink,” Seokjin remarks, sliding a glass over to you. It’s filled to the brim with the blue drink, though there’s so much ice you figure it’s not nearly enough to get you even close to tipsy – quite unfortunate, in your opinion. You could use it right now.

Biting the inside of your bottom lip, you take a breath and chug half the glass in one go. “I do,” you say with a sigh, pulling a face as the alcohol burns its way down your throat. Slamming the glass back onto the bar, you move on to wash the dirty champagne flutes you’ve collected, chewing on some crushed ice.

“Tired?” he simply asks, sliding over to your other side and starting to dry the glasses you’ve cleaned.

You breathe out a laugh, nodding, though you purposely avoid eye contact with him. “Tired, tense, frustrated, whatever you want to call it,” you reply softly, adding another clean glass to the queue of those waiting to be dried.

“Was it…” he starts, though he pauses for a second and lets out a short, noticeably shaky sigh. “Was it that thing I said?”

You freeze for a second. The silence in the bar goes from bearable to ear-deafening, with even Seokjin pausing his movements as he waits for your answer. You don’t quite know what you want to say, or what you want yourself to feel anymore – you just know there’s no turning back from whatever happens now.

With a sigh, you put down the glass and force yourself look up at him. He looks genuinely concerned, his eyebrows furrowed into a small frown – or is it your mind playing tricks on you, seeing things that aren’t there? “And if it was?”

His frown deepens, goes from concerned to regretful, and he takes a second before replying, “Then I would tell you I didn’t know it would make you this uncomfortable and that I’m sorry.” You notice that his hand tightens around the dish towel, his cheeks growing rosy. “And I’d tell you not to worry about it and to just forget what I said,” he adds, picking up another glass to focus on drying it. “And that I hope we can still be friends, or normal colleagues, at least.”

When you’re about to nod and try to do exactly what he told you – forget about it –  Hana’s face pops up in your mind, literally chanting at you to make out, make out, make out!

Turning away from Seokjin, you slam back the rest of your drink to drown Hana out. But as you bite down on the cool ice from your glass, as you close your eyes and your friend’s face doesn’t fade, it seems something finally dawns on you. Maybe it’s the alcohol or the tiredness or just your heart finally catching up to your brain, but you realise you don’t want lists or legal pads, not for this. Hell, you’re just four hours into the new year and you’re already struggling.

In that moment, you finally realise that Hana is right, no matter how frustrating it feels to admit it. Even if you want to do rationalise your feelings, even if you want to protect yourself that way, you know that it won’t ever work, that it’ll be worse than any diet you could start your year with.

You know that you’ll have to trust your heart on this one.

You take a breath and look up at Seokjin. He’s focusing on the glasses he’s drying and hasn’t noticed your movement, seeming to be minding his own business.

“You know what, I think I’m just going on a diet I won’t keep up,” you suddenly say, at which his head shoots up, eyes wide, and he lets out a breath, taken aback.

“What? Why would you -” he mutters, though he stops himself when the light bulb in his head seems to go off. The frown on his forehead disappears, his shoulders seem to relax. “Oh.” You see a small smile tugging at his lips.

You nod, the smile contagious. “Yeah, I just thought it’d be better to go with a more realistic resolution, you know?” you elaborate, heart skipping a beat when he puts a glass on a shelf next to you and uses that excuse to shuffle a tiny bit closer to you.

“Why?” he whispers, his voice hoarse.

Looking up at him, you feel a rush of bravery and you take a step closer. “Because of that thing you said.”

He raises an eyebrow, though his red cheeks indicate that his confidence is at least partly a façade. “Asking if you want some of the blue stuff?”

You snort, looking down at your feet, though the joke seems to alleviate the tight feeling in your stomach. “You know what I mean.”

He hums and nods as you look back up at him. He strokes a non-existent strand of hair from your forehead, though you don’t really mind. “So it didn’t make you uncomfortable?” he mumbles, pointer finger ever so slowly moving down to your jaw, and a shiver runs down your spine.

You slowly shake your head. “Not really.”

The corners of his mouth twitch upward. “So would it also not make you uncomfortable if I kissed you right now?”

You can’t quite wrap your head around the fact that your resolve to not fall for anyone was so strong at the start of the night, and that it went flying out the window the second Seokjin butted in on the issue. But even if you can’t fully understand it, you also realise you don’t really have to, and you certainly don’t need a legal pad to know what you want.

“Not really,” you simply reply, staring up into his dark eyes.

Right after you utter the words, Seokjin’s finger stops underneath your chin and draws you closer, his lips moulding together with yours. The kiss is breathless, almost frantic, and even though you’re tired from working a ten-hour New Year’s shift, you feel a surge of energy upon his touch, and you’re desperate for more.

One arm wraps around your waist to pull you closer, while the other cups your cheek, grazing the skin of your neck. Instinctively, your arms move up to rest on his broad shoulders, fingers tangling in his soft hair. You sigh and melt into him, mind completely empty except for the thought that goddammit, you’re kissing the human specimen that is Kim Seokjin and it feels amazing. You taste the sugary blue vodka on his tongue, which only makes you crave more and you stand up on your tiptoes, with Seokjin’s one arm keeping you balanced.

From one moment to the next, he’s got you pressed up against the bar, and you gasp into his mouth when your back bumps against the hardwood. He chuckles apologetically and mumbles a sheepish ‘sorry’, helping you hop onto the bar before pulling you close again. His lips are warm, soft, inviting you to stay for more, and you gladly give in to that urge, taking hold of his collar to pull him into you.

“Hey, guys, I think I’ll –“

With a gasp, you jolt apart, heart pounding out of your chest. You quickly jump back to the ground, tucking some rogue locks behind your ear, your cheeks red. Seokjin’s hair is messy too, shoulders heaving along with yours, lungs desperate for the oxygen you gave up just to kiss him one second longer.

You look over to the source of the voice. Jae is standing in the doorway, lips parted in surprise, and you feel your cheeks growing even redder at the thought that he just saw you do that. “You know what? Never mind, you’re busy,” he breathes out, letting out a forced chuckle.

“Wait, Jae, it’s fine, you don’t have to –“ you start, but the door is already closed again and you’re left alone once more. “Great,” you say with a sigh, shaking your head, burying your face in your hands. Your mind is running in all directions, already trying to come up with some strategy to spin this somehow, or at least convince Jae not to tell anyone.

And suddenly, Seokjin snorts.

When you look up at him with your eyebrows raised, about to ask him what the hell he thinks he’s doing, he breaks completely. His laugh echoes through the bar, the high-pitched and contagious one that kind of sounds like someone’s ferociously wiping a window, and you can’t help but laugh along with him, hitting his shoulder in an attempt to get him to stop.

“Not funny!” you manage to get out in between laughs, putting your hand to his mouth in an attempt to silence him, though his laughter just continues and you let go after a few seconds.

He’s holding onto the bar for support, wiping the corners of his eyes with a dish towel while he manages to suppress the next flurry of laughter bubbling in his throat. You’re still chuckling at him as he turns to you, a wide grin on his face. “It kind of is,” he replies, still smiling, some more chuckles escaping his lips. “You should’ve seen your face.”

You purse your lips to hold back the laughter still bubbling in your throat, nodding. “Says you,” you shoot back, boldly reaching up to flatten his hair and straighten his collar. “You look like you just got abducted, Totally Spies style.”

He snorts. “And whose fault is that?” he returns, a grin teased over his lips.

“Oops,” you reply with a sheepish smile, after which a short silence falls. He looks down at you with a fond twinkle in his eyes, one you’re sure he can see in your eyes as well.

Before the moment draws out too long, though, he glances at the tens of glasses still waiting for you to clean and dry. Sighing, he looks back at you. “Tell you what,” he starts, wringing his dish towel in his hands, though it’s too dry to let out any liquid. “We’ll finish this clean-up real quick and I’ll take you out on the town tonight.”

“Out on the town?” you repeat in amusement, tilting your head. You don’t really know what he’s implying with those words or what you want him to be implying here, but his offer sounds good to you in any case.

He nods firmly. “To prove to you it really can be different,” he replies, leaning against the bar with a smile tugging at his lips. “What do you say?”

He’s still standing close to you, allowing you to lean in and press your lips to his – and so you do, trying to draw the short moment out as long as possible, relishing in the tingling feeling that spreads through you as his soft lips move against yours.

Reluctantly pulling away, you settle back on the ground with a soft sigh, feeling your heart pounding as you look up at him, grinning.

He looks down at you with a slightly flustered expression, lips parted and a small smile breaking out. From the childlike enthusiasm you read in him, you can tell that abandoning your resolution so soon was most definitely not a mistake, and so, you say your next words without any hesitation.

“I’d love that.”

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a/n: thanks for reading!! I really liked writing this, love me some f2l :’) Let me know what you think, I’d love to hear from you♥ I hope you have a great day/night wherever you are!

[dramallamadingdang]

Buncha replies...

Because I’ve been neglectful. For @aquilasims, @littleblondesim, @celebkiriedhel, @wesleesims, @kayleigh-83, @olivesplum06, @holleyberry, @twofingerswhiskey, @penig, @taylors-simblr, and @fuzzyspork...

aquilasims replied to your photoset “Yup, subway tile…or some of the colors could also pass for brick. :)...”

darn. i would love to use this in my game but i have a mac :(

Yeah, sorry about that. :( I was going to make a Mac-friendly version, too, but when I sized down the image to accommodate the stretching that happens when a 256x512 texture is used, it kinda messed up the tiling between the 256x256 “blocks” that I initially drew ( so that I could make floors, too, eventually). The tiling between the “blocks” was skewed by like half a pixel (which was really noticeable because the “grout” between the tiles is only two pixels wide) and I didn’t feel like redrawing the whole thing. But now that I think about it, it might look OK if the 256x768 textures in the wall files were sized down to 256x512 which would “flatten” the individual tiles somewhat. Then perhaps the stretching that the game does would re-stretch them to about the right dimensions and not screw up the tiling. I’ll have to experiment a bit, see how it looks...

littleblondesim replied to your photo “And Simon became a Real Grown-up™. He let his hair down and sprouted a...”

Time to be a big boy and get a big double bed!

Well, unfortunately for him the firehouse he lives in now only has single beds, too. :) But it does have couches so, since he lives there alone at the moment, he could bring home some “company”... Or, knowing this neighborhood, company will just barge right in. :) I still don’t know what’s up with that...

celebkiriedhel replied to your photoset “Matching recolors of the cheap counters, stove, and refrigerator, in...”

I can do that - do you want a cabinet with or without doors?

With doors, I think. But then again, without might be good, too; I could see it as a good place to store “cookbooks” and those wouldn’t necessarily have to be behind doors. So, if you’re feeling ambitious, both? :) Or just with doors. Whatever you feel like, really. :) And thank you! You’re awesome. :)

wesleesims replied to your photoset “Pet stuff! Suzy grew up into a basenji. (I love basenjis. They’re one...”

very cute, but not a basenji (; i'd guess a shiba inu? they do have basenjis in the game, too. and yeah, feisty is the right word for basenjis, but despite being difficult at times, they are still one of the best dogs out there! but i may be a bit biased since we have two of them at home ;D

Yeah, you’re probably right. The head’s a bit too bulky for a basenji. I just saw small and curled tail. :) But yeah, they’re awesome dogs. I love their yodel. :) And their wrinkled foreheads. And their feistiness. And their lack of stink. I’m definitely getting at least one when some of my current pack pass away. (8 dogs is enough, when they’re all together, especially because they’re all large!)

kayleigh-83 replied to your photoset “It’s winter! Time to take care of the autumn leaves because I don’t...”

oops trigger happy on the enter key.... try that again... every time I've tried to burn the leaves my Sims have ended up setting themselves or something else on fire, so I gave up on it! LOL I do like getting witches to zap them though!

I’ve only ever had that happen once. I think the key is not to have anything around when you light up the pile. :) Kind of like how fireplaces will light stuff that’s within a tile away unless you’ve modded that out, like I have. (Maybe that prevents leaf-pile fires, too, now that I think about it; it probably uses the same coding.) But then, I think fires are kind of fun sometimes. (In the game, that is! Not in real life! *laugh* )

olivesplum06 replied to your post “I’m bummed. :(”

Have you downloaded felicity island for TS2? It's a copy of the CS island, that along with all the build, buy & CAS stuff it's pretty close to CS!

I haven’t, no. Mostly because I don’t want to play castaway scenarios in TS2. I actually prefer Castaway Stories for that. I like its “careers” and its way-more-logical routing. (Like, Sims can actually talk to each other when standing on a slope; the lack of that in TS2 drives me NUTS! And I imagine that it would be a real problem with that TS2 version of Felicity Island, since that map is ALL slopes.) And I definitely prefer the way CS handles “walkbys.” (No “greeting” needed; they just make themselves at home, gives it a genuine communal tribal feel.) And its want trees are more appropriate for castaway scenarios, of course. And I especially like its things like spearfishing and its swimmable on-lot water (without having to screw around a lot to make on-lot water swimmable, like you have to do in TS2) that also increases hygiene.  

So...Yeah, I definitely wanna play it in Castaway, not TS2. The only downside is, yeah, having to play the stupid story again. But, I can do that in one session, since I just do exactly what I have to do to get to the next “chapter,” without screwing around and with playing on higher speeds whenever I can, because I don’t care about the story at all. I just want to unlock all the stuff. :)

holleyberry replied to your post “I’m bummed. :(”

Oh No! Well, at least you'll have fun setting it all back up.

Yeah. :) And I’m thinking I might see about the possibility of making a completely empty template for the freeplay island, so that there won’t be any “townie” natives or premades. Like the empty Pleasantview template you use when you don’t want the “standard” townies. My biggest disappointment with the first stab at this scenario was that, while I could use the Visitor Controller to prevent the “natives” from waltzing onto my castaway lots, I could only set it in a way that prevented ALL non-household Sims from “walking by” because Castaway doesn’t seem to internally distinguish between townies and playables. That sort of killed the “tribal” atmosphere I wanted. So, I’m thinking that if I can make it so that there are no “townie” natives and premades from the get-go, that would be better than using the Visitor Controller. So...Yeah, it was probably for the best because I was kind of thinking about starting over to address this issue anyway...

twofingerswhiskey replied to your photo “More devastation for poor Simon. At least Sharon was still hanging...”

sleep when you're dead? ;)

Something like that. :) I still haven’t quite figured out the logic behind ghosts being pissy if their bed isn’t there. I mean, why on Earth would they care??!

kayleigh-83 replied to your post “I are sad. My brother and his husband went back home to hell Indiana...”

I sometimes attempt to catch up when I've been behind and I have to say I sure wish mobile was set up like the desktop site, where it will show you on your list of followed blogs when the last time they updated was. Then you can just only click into ones that have been updated since the last time you were on! Sometimes I just wanna lay in bed or on the couch and catch up on the ipad, but it doesn't show you that info! Fix it Tumblr, fix it!

HAH! Well, you’re better off than me. The Tumblr app for Kindle (my only mobile device) hasn’t been updated in, like, four years. The dashboard on it doesn’t work anymore, and it doesn’t even have messaging. And all looking up your followers does is bring up an alphabetical list of them. The only thing I can really do in the app for Kindle is see notes and look at my own posts/queue. And I can make posts, but I don’t often do that because I hate virtual keyboards. I’m pretty sure the apps aren’t actually made by Tumblr, though, but are made by third parties. So I’m afraid that for this, it’s not Tumblr we need to be yelling at but the folks who make the apps. 

But yeah, because of this I only “do Tumblr” when sitting at my desktop, which definitely cuts down on opportunity. Otherwise, I could do it when, like, sitting in waiting rooms at doctors’ offices....

kayleigh-83 replied to your photoset “Jupiter became a grown-up dog and…uh…well… I swear, my game habitually...”

Hahaha my dogs are the same, my game seems to give me a lot of sorry looking mutts. Lol

What I don’t get is that the small dogs in my game seem to be OK, but the big dogs are just...what? I mean, why would only one dog size be weird? Why not both?

taylors-simblr replied to your photoset “Because you can’t have awesome 50s kitchens like this…...”

I'm pretty sure our new kitchen has that gold lino ha ha

Heh. Well, it WAS a very popular color in the 60s/70s. “Harvest Gold” and “Avocado” were The Shit, at the time. :) Probably not so much in the late-40s-through-early-60s that I’m targeting, but...Well, not having a dark yellow would’ve thrown off my spectrum, man. ;)

penig replied to your post “I are sad. My brother and his husband went back home to hell Indiana...”

It's supposed to be fun, not an obligation. You can always use the archives to catch up on situations involving continuity, at your leisure, and if you miss stuff - so do we all.

I know, I know...I just feel bad because I like to give notes and especially replies and stuff. Tumblr is just so...non-validating, you know? Like, made for the short-attention-span generation. I suppose clicking the little heart shows “enough” appreciation, but it seems like very little, and not doing that at all just feels like shirking. But yeah, I know that’s all on me. I just wish there was more time in a day, is all. :)

taylors-simblr replied to your post “I are sad. My brother and his husband went back home to hell Indiana...”

Same with me except I need to catch up on over a years worth of stuff, tumblr just moved too quick. If you're not on it daily it's hopeless to try and see everything

Yeah, it does move fast. Made for short attention spans, like I said. :) I actually wouldn’t feel bad about it if I was gone for a long period of time, though, like “maternity leave.” I mean, no one could be expected to catch up with a year or more of posts. :) But I just tend to have a few days or a week here and there where I just don’t have the time (or, sometimes, the will) to really keep up like I’d generally like. And sometimes I just scroll through looking to see if the stories I keep up with have updated and don’t even leave any “likes” otherwise. That really makes me feel bad, but sometimes all I have time for is a quick scroll-through looking for certain user names. :( Bad iCad! No biscuit! :)

fuzzyspork replied to your photoset “Sandy made a lot of devastated noises, but… I’m kinda not buying it....”

The sims lack of a mourning period is sometimes annoying. :P Maybe she needs to fill that giant hole left behind in her heart when Goops passed and she thinks there's only one way to do that?

Maybe. Although it’s not like she really had time to fall in love with anyone else, anyway, given that she died like two days after Goopy did. :) Of course, she didn’t “know” that was going to happen. :)

But yeah, mourning in the game is weird. Especially because it’s limited to only the Sims who were in the same household as the deceased. When Goopy and Sandy croaked, the only kid left in the house was Simon. The other two kids didn’t do any mourning, of course. Toddlers get that fear of relatives dying, so they’ll sometimes take a mood hit, but only sometimes and if they, say, learn to walk, that’ll instantly get rid of that bad mood. And even Simon wouldn’t have been in his birth household if I played him how I usually do, kicking kids out when they reach “Inteen 18,” either to college or out on their own. He was only there because he was “destined” for the firefighter career, which only has an adult track, so it didn’t make much sense to kick him out until he was an actual adult rather than an Inteen one.

Anyway, yeah, this is one thing I’d change about the game, if I could. One should mourn one’s parent’s death (assuming that you have a good relationship with them), even if you no longer live with that parent. It’s just weird, otherwise.