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JK Kink ABC – W(arum lieg ich alleine im Bett und muss auf dich warten)

Eine neue Challenge wurde aufgerufen von JK Kink ABC (hier zum tumblr Account) und war ich zuerst skeptisch ob ich überhaupt eine Idee habe … ging dann alles schneller als erwartet.

Ich bin gespannt was die anderen Teilnehmenden hochladen werden, in den nächsten Wochen 💛

Edit: Link zu allen Buchstaben und Begriffen

„Hung up (Time goes by so slowly)“

Mittlerweile ist Juli. Sie sind sich über die Monate schon so viel näher gekommen als sie dachten. Und nun steht ein Sommerfest ins Haus, in der Firma „Brushman“.

Ob das so eine gute Idee ist?

„Häng Lulu“ (link zu YT), aus der letzten Folge „Joko und Klaas gegen Pro7“ von 2021 („on ice“)

Und ja, Dings, der sogenannte „Bananenquark“, da hab ich was zu @galli-halli verlinkt … 🤭

✨ “You’re two rooms over. Why are you calling?”✨

Late Night Call Prompts

“One more night, and then you’ll finally be back in my arms.”

“Your last emergency call was you crying over not having any more sweets at your place, so excuse me for being distrustful.”

“I wish you were here with me.”

“Could you just… stay on the line? It’s weird having to fall asleep without you.”

A quick call to confirm that they got home safely.

“I know I said you could call me anytime, but… It’s the middle of the night.” 

“You’ve been holding the phone to your ear this whole time?” “...Yes? How else would I have been able to talk to you?”

“You’re two rooms over. Why are you calling?”

“Pick up, pick up, pick up.”

“Now?”

“I know we said we’d take a break from us, but I miss you. You and your love for cacti and weird bedtime stories.”

“Take your fucking late-night calls elsewhere! I’m trying to fucking sleep here!”

“You pretending that cushion is me?” “Maybe I did. But then I had to realize that it’s a better cuddler than you are.”

“Sorry. I had my phone on silent.”

“We saw each other earlier. Why didn’t you tell me then?”

Getting a call from a hospital/police station/etc. late at night. 

“Then why do you keep picking up?”

“You still there?” “Mhhhmmmm.”

“Did you really think you could run away from me, [name]? No, I will find you everywhere.”

“Can you– Can you pick me up? Please?”

“Let me get this straight: You’re calling me at 3 am, disrupting my beauty sleep on a workday, to ask me out?

“Are you alone?” 

“I know it’s stupid, but I needed to hear your voice.”

Threatening to hang up on the other every time they mention something specific.

“What are you wearing right now?”

“Ugh. I knew it was a mistake to give you my number.”

“Why are you whispering?”

“...The only reason why I did pick up was because it’s you.”

“Are you seriously suggesting there are benefits to not sleeping next to me?” “You always steal my covers! I almost had forgotten what it feels like to sleep through the night, all sound and warm.”

“Call me cheesy or a fool, but I needed to wish you sweet dreams.”

“...I thought you forgot about me.” “I’m sorry. Today has been… a lot and I– I wish I could have called you sooner.”

Watch me, mit einem Projekt das ich Anfang 2023 gestartet habe, liegen gelassen hatte zugunsten anderer 100k+ Worte, und das nun in meinem Kopf so groß geworden ist seither, dass ich Angst hab meiner eigenen Vorstellung nicht gerecht zu werden …

The most frustrating experience as a writer is having a clear vision in your mind of the story you want to tell but being too afraid to put pen to paper for fear of failing to do the story justice. I’m so scared that my actual execution will fail to meet my expectations that I’m paralysed to even start.