#I'm going to buy some books and maybe shoes and other stuff

[lucianinsanity]

It's my birthday 🎈

[scarletwinterxx]

game boy - jeon wonwoo imagine

hiiiiiii ~ i know i'm not the only one kicking their feet whenever this man appears on the screen. I can't get him out of my mind (even if i try)😅😅hope you like it!

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"Since when are you into gaming?" the voice from behind you asked, you immediately put your phone down as your roommate take the seat across from you.

A knowing smirk on her face.

"Since I was a kid, I'll have you know I'm a pro at building houses in Sims" the lie slides out so easy you almost thought your roommate believes it

"Oh so not because you think that gamer dude is cute?"

It's not the first time she's seen you watching his live, sometimes she can hear it from your room behind the closed door or your phone sitting on the counter as you wash dishes.

Maybe you really are into gaming or a bigger maybe you might be into the dude who's gaming.

"Who? Him? I just scrolled past his live, totally random" you shrug your shoulders

"Mhm, so I didn't hear you squeal last night when he went live after going on a break for a month?"

"How did you know he was on a break?" you ask

"How did YOU know?" she asks back. She caught you there, when you don't say anything she just laughs. "It's okay to admit if you're crushing on him, I'd understand. He's all yours though"

"I don't have a crush on him"

"Mhm and I'm not failing Spanish"

"You know what I'll leave you here, you need to study and I need to go" you tell her while you gather your stuff on the table, "You're not actually mad right?"

You chuckle at her question, "You weren't wrong so I can't be mad. Anyways, bye"

It took a few seconds for her to process what you just said, by the time she did you're already out the library.

You walk out the campus premises, the weather's great so you decided to just walk. You put on you're earphones and enjoy the scenery, your feet on auto-pilot ready and set to take you to your destination.

When you got to the building, you let your self in and giving the building's doorman a wave on your way to the elevator. You punch the code on the keypad to let yourself in, the inside of the apartment a stark contrast from the bright sun outside. The black out curtains are drawn making the room dark like it isn't 4pm right now.

You take your shoes off and put your stuff down before getting your phone to see if Wonwoo is streaming and sure enough he was.

He's also a student in your university, he streams when his schedule lets him. Whenever you're alone you let his videos play in the background, kind of like a white noise for you.

You get some snacks from the kitchen, then walk to the window to let some light in before getting comfortable in the living room while you finish some of your pending works.

After a while you hear Wonwoo say goodbye to the stream then the screen turns dark. You turn your phone off, putting it back down on the coffee table.

From down the hall, you hear the door open then footsteps coming towards the living room.

Wonwoo spots you immediately, sitting on the living room floor with books and notes infront of you and your phone lying on the side. You must've been watching him.

"Oh, when did you get here?" he smiles at you, walking towards where you were then taking the vacant space on the floor beside you. He sits sideways so he's facing you, legs resting on either side of you.

"Like 30 minutes ago, you were in the middle of your stream so I thought I should finish some of this" you point at the piles of paper infront of you before turning your attention back to him "You had fun? You probably missed streaming"

"It's fun, some of the viewers and a few followers asked where I was last month I just said I needed a break" he smiles back at you, tucking a few strands of hair back then giving your ear a pinch making you giggle at the action.

That short break was actually the two of going on a trip as your first anniversary celebration. He surprised you with a trip outside the country for two weeks, just in time for term break so it worked out fine.

He could've streamed while the two of you were away, he has a laptop he could bring or stream when you got back after the trip but instead he chose to spend that time with you. It was nice having his undivided attention. Not that he ever made you feel ignored, never.

"You'll break so many hearts when they find out you're not actually single" you let out a short laugh

"I never said I was, after our first date whenever someone asks if I'm single I would say no" he says to you

"1st date? but that was such a long time ago" you recall the memory of your first day. You've been crushing on him for a while, like since you first saw him, and by some miracle one day he asked you out on a date. The two of you went to the aquarium then dinner. He courted you for a while before the two of you became an official couple, but even before that you already know you weren't going to let go of him that easy.

Here you are now a year later.

"I know" he shyly admits.

"So what do you say? You just say you're taken?"

"Kinda, I don't like talking about my personal life online so I just answer in the most simple way. I never denied I had a girlfriend so I guess it's up to them if they didn't get it" he shrugs

"Huh, I didn't"

"Huh?"

"I watch your streams, guess I never caught on"

"You watch my streams? Until now?"

"Yeah, I like watching you. It's comforting, kinda like my own comfort show"

He knows you watch him, whether you're in the same room as him or here in his home or when you're back at your own place you always tune in his stream. You really are his biggest fan.

"You know my roommate is starting to catch on, she thinks I have a crush on this 'gamer dude'" you make air quotes at the nickname, this makes Wonwoo chuckle

"Do you now?" he teases

"Yea, I think he's kinda cute. Apart from that time he wore that black button up. I was ready to throw hands"

He laughs at that, remembering just how you barged in his gaming room after the stream ended.

"You're never letting that go are you?"

"Never, you looked so good I almost grabbed you out of the screen. Not fair they get to see how hot my boyfriend is"

Wonwoo blushes at your words. Those words being used to describe him isn't new to his ears, but it's different when you say it. He can feel the butterflies flutter in his stomach, something only you can do.

Not even the scariest game can make his heart race like you.

"Do you want do drop by on my next stream or whenever?"

"Drop by?"

"I mean like just... be there. If you wanna show your face it's okay but if you don't want to it's okay too. No pressure. I don't want you thinking any of those faceless names on my screen can ever replace you" letting the words tumble out one by one because your gaze is making him nervous

You just stare at him as he talks, slowly a smile forming on your face then you're attacking him with a hug

"You're so cute, you know that?" you mumble against his neck where your face was pressed against, he chuckles at your question. Tugging you closer to him until you're straddling his lap

"Just making sure you know"

"I know, I always know. Don't you worry about that, just do you okay? I'll be here right beside you always. No matter what it is you want to do"

And he knows that too. You've always been his cheerleader, the one who always talks him into things he never thought about doing. In a way, you brought him out of his comfort zone in the most comforting way. You being there always eased his mind.

He smiles at you again before closing the distance between the two of you, giving you a kiss like he's saying he missed you today or all those days you weren't with him. He just always makes you feel like you're meant to be there with him.

[luveline]

hi! i know ur not from the us so pls feel free to ignore this but i think a kbd fic where steve and the girls are doing sparklers for the fourth of july would be so cute! absolutely adore everything u post 🫶🏻

thank u!! sorry i know it isn't the fourth anymore bit I hope u enjoy regardless!! kbd —dad!steve and mom!reader show their daughters how to use sparklers for the first time, 2k

Steve isn't a huge fan of fireworks because of how dangerous they can be, but sparklers are just fine in his book. He buys a box of thirty. The girls can do ten each if they feel like it, though he knows Dove won't be interested, and he guesses Bethie will be too scared to hold them. 

Still, he hopes. You're hosting a banquet of food when he arrives, a mixture of things you made and stuff he prepared yesterday. It's a feast of hotdogs and burgers, cupcakes and donuts, macaroni and cheese and chilli with white rice. The table is crammed with plates and the radio is on, playing fun pop music a little too loudly for Dove's taste, her hands over her ears.

You turn down the radio, and ask her where she sits on your hip, "Is that better, sweetheart?" 

"Hey," he says, putting the box of sparklers on the counter. 

"Hey, Stevie," you say, in a rare tone. You always talk to him with love but he adores how you say his name now, like you've never been happier to see him in your entire life. "They had some?"

"Lucky, right? Guess I'm not the only schmuck who forgot to buy some." 

Avery rushes for his legs, a chocolate donut in one hand and a cup of juice in the other. Despite her luggage, she expects to be picked up. Steve grabs her. 

"You're cold, dad," she says. 

"Really? It's not cold out," he says. 

"You need something to warm you up." 

Steve raises his eyebrows. "Sure I do. Give me a hug, but don't get icing in my hair, please." 

Avery hugs him, sticky cheek pressing into his as her arms strain around him. He pats her back, meeting your eyes and returning your happy smile. Steve turns on the spot to see Bethie practically elbow deep in a bowl of chilli. She loves anything that comes with rice, and she eats it like someone's going to take it away from her, chilli staining her lips and cheeks, a grain of rice stuck to her chin.

"Did you get a photo of that?" he asks. 

"Of course I did," you laugh, putting Dove down to brace yourself against the counter. You stretch your neck in a tight circle. 

"Thank you. Beth, that looks so nice! Are you saving any for me?" 

"No!" she says happily, smiling wide as an ocean. 

"Good girl. Alright, you tell me when you're finished, I have something fun for after dinner." 

Dinner gets put on pause. You wipe Bethie's face clean, giggling the whole time and telling her how cute she is in your saccharine mommy voice that melts her, "We should have that more often, huh?" It's always a good day when Bethie eats well.

Steve helps Avery put her shoes on and together they step out into the backyard. It's small considering the house is a four bedroom, but maybe that's why you'd been able to afford it in the first place. You work with what space you have. There's a light wood fence, the perimeter half lined by pansies and the other side with a slim shed full of their bikes and scooters and a small bed where the girls attempted to grow strawberries last year. They didn't take, but Steve has hope for this summer. 

The yard is clean though slightly neglected, and Steve has to work spider duty before Avery will agree to step off of the doorjam. You follow soon, Dove at your shins, Bethie cautious as she steps out in her socks behind you.

"Where's your shoes?" Steve asks her. 

"I told her she didn't have to wear them," you say. "She says they're pinching her toes." 

Steve had Beth's feet measured specifically to avoid that. He assumes it isn't pinching so much as not wanting to wear them. He shrugs. "Okay. Stay on the stones then, Beth, I don't know what's in the grass. You might step on a snail." 

"Ew," she says, sitting down in the doorway.

Steve lights a sparkler for no one first of all, wondering how each girl will react. He hands it to you as the sparks jump to life, white and bright in the shade of the garden, the shadow of their house. You wave it around gently, but when each of your daughters gasps in unhappy shock, you hold your hand under the sparkler and let a spark kiss your palm. 

"They aren't dangerous," you promise. You wave it into a heart, a star, the letter A. "Does anyone wanna try?" 

"Me!" Avery shouts, holding out her hand. The sparkler burns remarkably quickly down to the stem.

"Dad will give you a new one. Hey, baby?" you put the sparkler down on the glass patio table as it sputters out. "Don't you have those gardening gloves?" 

Soon, Steve's outfitted each girl in a glove too big for their hand. He passes Avery a sparkler, and her bravery and subsequent joy prompts some jealousy in Bethie, fighting her fear to take one too. You crouch down to stand with her as she waves it around, her eyes like saucers as white sparks fly. 

"It's so pretty!" you say. 

Dove is interested, but not in holding one. Steve picks her up and lights a sparkler, raising it away from her curious hands to draw her name. Avery squeaks with happiness and proclaims it as magic. "Dad, I'm a fairy!" 

"I can see! Try not to put it by your hair, okay?" 

She squeals some more until it dies in her hand. "Can I have another one?" 

"Ooh," you coo, watching with pride as Bethie draws a circle with hers, "my girl's brave today, I'm super proud of you. Isn't this fun?"

Steve lights another one for Avery and gives Dove a loving kiss, thrilled to see them all this happy. He's really surprised Bethie's enjoying herself, but he supposes it would be hard for her to have a bad time with your hands on her shoulders, your encouragement soft and shining as angora silk. 

They must use up four or five each like that. 

"Daddy," Dove says, imploring as she touches his face. 

"What?" he asks, thinking of tacking 'my little princess' on the end but withholding. Lately every sentence he says has a pet name squeezed in the middle. He has a lot of love to give. 

She looks at him. He pats her small back, wondering if she's going to bless him with a sentence or two. She's old enough now to be talking, but she's quiet like Bethie most of the time. Or, she's not talkative —Dove is far from quiet. 

"Hotdog, please."

Steve laughs loudly. "You want me to make you a hotdog?" 

"And ketchup." 

"Yeah, I can make you a hotdog. You don't want to stay for another sparkler?" he asks. 

"No." 

He laughs again, pressing another kiss overtop the first one he'd laid on her chubby cheek. "Thank you for saying please, sweetheart. You're such a good girl." 

"Can I have a hotdog, too?" Avery asks.

"Sure you can, whatever you want. Beth? Mom?" 

You've sat down on the floor. You're probably cold, but your smile would never show it. "I think me and Bethie are going to have another helping of chilli and rice, aren't we?" you ask hopefully. 

Bethie's sparkler fizzles out. "Can we do more sparklers again?" 

"Yeah. Tell you what, let's go back inside for food and when everyone's full, we'll come outside and do some more before bed. Sound good?" 

The girls head inside, and Steve makes some hotdogs on the stove. Dove falls asleep with a bun in her hand, Bethie with her cheeks painted in sauce. Avery doesn't tire so easily, and while the others sleep, you and Steve take her out to the back door to light another sparkler. You write your names, you draw clumsy constellations. Steve writes 'I love

Avery,' grinning as she sounds out each letter. 

Avery relishes in the delight of having your unfettered attention. She stays up for hours after her sisters with you and Steve, long enough to watch stray fireworks shoot up into the sky over your backyard, her head on your shoulder, her hand in Steve's hand. 

"This is the best day ever," she says. 

Steve wants to cry. Genuinely. He meets your eyes over Avery's head, and you shuffle closer to her without speaking, enveloping her in a hug from either side. 

"Every day is the best day ever with you around, Ave," Steve says. 

"The best. Me and dad tried some fireworks, when you weren't born." Steve and Avery look at you with mirrored interest. He doesn't remember what story you're going to tell. "You would've been very small in me at the time," you say, looking up as a pink and white firework blossoms across the night sky like a peony. "Like a strawberry seed. We… didn't know you were coming. I knew. I knew, but I didn't know. I could feel you right here," —you point at your stomach— "but I had no idea what you were going to be." 

"Hey, you're right," Steve says. He forgets you were pregnant before you knew it. 

"But me and dad lived together already," you say. "We were always going to get married and have babies and stuff, but you came really quickly. You were excited." 

Steve grins. Avery hangs on your every word. 

"But anyway, me and dad lived together. Not here, but somewhere, and we didn't have a yard but there was a little patch of grass and we figured we'd buy some, but he burned a stripe of my arm hair off by accident with a long lighter, and the we didn't have a fence to nail the Catherine wheel down, and he accidentally dropped the firecracker box on the way home so it didn't work anymore, and the rockets wouldn't light." 

"Oh, no," Avery says. "You didn't have any fireworks?" 

"None. But we had a pack of sparklers. We did it just like we did with you. I wrote 'I love Stevie' in big letters, and your dad tried to hug me and jabbed me in the stomach with his burned up one." 

"Your hoodie," Steve remembers finally. "Your white hoodie, I bought it for you the week before at the mall after you threw up in Dairy Queen. I remember." 

"I had it for a week, and he got this huge ash smudge on it." 

"But you wouldn't let me wash it with bleach." 

You give Avery a kiss on the top of her head. "I wanted to remember how happy we were. I thought the smudge was a nice reminder. Turns out I got much more than a smudge." 

"You got me," Avery decodes.

"We got you," you say. "You're a thousand different things, Avery. You're smart, and kind, and pretty, and you're also a really good reminder that your dad loves me." 

"Do you need a reminder?" Steve asks, genuinely worried, and kind of in awe. How you can sit there and say something that romantic off the cuff is beyond him. He really might cry soon. 

"No," you say smugly. "You tell me all the time." 

Not enough, he decides. After this, he'll be sure to tell you more. 

Steve falls in love with you for the thousandth time.

"What I'm trying to tell you, Ave, is that dad is right. Every day with you in it is a really good day. I love you so much," you start to fizzle, which is to say your voice gets tight. You won't cry, but Steve teeters. "I'm really, really happy you had the best day ever, 'cos you make every day the best for dad and your sisters and me." 

"Really?" Avery asks softly. 

"Really," Steve says, rubbing the space between her shoulders. 

A rocket squeals into the air and fractures into a ring of spectral colours. 

Avery climbs onto her feet, and, torn between who to hug, wraps an arm around both of your necks. 

Steve wraps his arms around you both, squeezing your hip. He's gotten used to being loved, to feeling it, but tonight might be an all time high. Sparklers become a Harrington tradition that year. 

[masonmyluv]

Part 4

A/N: things are getting more interesting from now on 🤭

Summary: Fermin is sick, so you’re taking care of him and also meet his best mate.

You can find the other parts here

"Hey"

His voice was groggy on the phone when he picked up. "Hey. Are you coming today?" You asked. "Sorry I completely forgot to tell you. I'm not feeling very well" he groaned, probably frustrated he forgot. "It's okay... if you want I can pass by, bring you the new stuff" you suggested. "Yeah, if you have time" he coughed. "Sure. Can I come now? Or is it too late?" You asked, looking at the clock. 4 pm. "No, it's okay" he replied. "Okay I'll be there in an hour".

Before packing your books, you made a list with what to buy. He wasn't very specific with what was not well with him, but you supposed he got the flu, so you typed some things on your phone and left your apartment.

While you were decided which sweets to buy, Fermin was freaking out. His place was a mess, he didn't even unpack his bag from the National camp, he didn't wash the dishes and he didn't change his clothes for two days. The fever he got made him not leave the bed that much. So he put the dishes into the dishwasher, threw his clothes from the bag into the washing machine and put on a fresh pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Then he cleaned the living room and kitchen for a bit, and turned the tv on. Now he knew how you felt when he came into your place.

"Hi?" Fermin asked, picking up his phone. "Hey Fermin, it's me. I forgot to ask you where you live" you chuckled. Damn, having a crush on you made him look stupid. "Yeah I'll share the location" he replied. You were both two idiots (in love).

"Hey" he said, opening the door for you. "Nice neighbourhood" you said, passing by him. "You didn't have to" he said, helping you with the bags in your hands. "Well, I remember someone bringing me coffee and breakfast, so it felt just right to do this. Especially since you said you're not feeling well" you blushed, taking your shoes off. "Well thanks, but this is not really food? Like they're ingredients" he asked confused. "Well yeah, I thought I could cook my secret recipe for when I'm not feeling well" you said, following him to the kitchen. "You don't have to" he said. "I know, but I want to" you shrugged. "And here are the notes I made. And we have to do a presentation for next time" you said, placing your books on the kitchen island. "Me and you?" He asked. "I don't know yet. Professor M. said he'll think about it. But you need to come to the class to present it together" you explained. "Well I can come, but I'm a bit sick" he chuckled. "That's okay. I bet you're not in for a project" you said, getting the ingredients out. "Not even for keeping my eyes opened" he said. "So what are you making?" He asked. "Chicken soup. And a dessert, I hope you can eat it" you said. "Usually maybe not, but coach told me to do anything to be fully recovered in a week, so..." he shrugged, sitting on the bar stool, watching how easily you made your way through his kitchen. Like you actually lived here. It felt so domestic being like this with you.

He browsed through your notes, groaning when a sharp pain went through his head. "You okay?" You asked worried. "Yeah, I have a headache" he replied. "Maybe you should lay down" you suggested. "But the courses—". "Go on the sofa" you said. "So bossy" he smirked, but you were right. No point in forcing his brain to do anything if it was in pain. He laid down, still having a view of you in the kitchen. "Here. It's for headaches and fever. And put a blanket on" you sighed. "Food is almost ready, so don't fall asleep" you said, noticing how his eyes got drowsier. You went back into the kitchen, finishing the last things when the door bell rang. "You stay right there" you warned him. "I'll take it".

"Hola?" The guy you opened the door to said. "Is Fermin home?" He asked. "Yeah hi. He is a bit sick. Come in" you said politely. "Gracias" he smiled, coming in and discarding his shoes. "Fermin cabron..." he said, sitting near Fermin on the sofa and started talking in Spanish. You went to put the food into the dishes while you heard them talking and caught some words novia, muy guapa. "Food's ready" you announced and the boys came to sit at the kitchen island.

"Fermin didn't tell us he had a girlfriend" the guy said smirking. "Y/N, this is Gavi and Gavi this is Y/N, a colleague from university" Fermin introduced the two of you. "Nice to meet you" you smiled, taking a bite of your food. "She's a fan actually. Has a t-shirt of you" Fermin said casually and you choked on your food. "That so? Maybe I can sign in for you some time" he offered. "Yeah that would be great thanks" you said, kicking Fermin under the table. "It's good that there is someone to take care of him, poor guy. He really wanted to train today" Gavi said with puppy eyes. "If he rests, he'll be back in no time" you said. "But he has to study right?" He asked and you nodded. "Yeah actually we have a project together, so tell me when it's okay to come" you said to Fermin. "Well I'm already a bit better thanks to you, so maybe in 2 days? That okay?" Fermin asked and you nodded.

"You walked here?" Fermin asked as you washed the dishes, even though he told you to just leave them, you couldn't. "Yeah". "It's pretty late. I can ask Gavi to drive you home" he suggested. "If he doesn't mind me" you shrugged. "He won't. Thank you for today. You didn't have to—". "I wanted to. And I'll see you in 2 days" you said, taking your things. "Yeah see y'a. And goodnight" Fermin smiled.

"So... you're together?" Gavi broke the ice. You burst into laughing and so did he. "That was so lame" you said. "I know I know, sorry. But he's very focused on football, so I didn't know if he had someone" he explained. "But I forgot about university and pretty girls" he added. "It's just this year that we started talking more. His friends dropped out and I'm the only one who's actually going to classes so" you shrugged. "And I like helping people and he needs help with all this. Wouldn't want him not scoring goals" you grinned. "You're a fan, that's amazing. And I don't feel weird" he said. "Most of the girls are like omg Gavi, let's take a picture, they try to kiss me and so on. I don't like it and neither Fermin likes it" he said when you have him a confused look. "I wouldn't like it either" you said. "Thanks for the ride. Goodnight" you said as you arrived in front of your building. "No problem. And maybe we'll meet again. Maybe at a game" he said. "That would be nice. Bye" you smiled, waving at him.

Gavi ⚽️

She's a keeper ;)

Gavi's text startled Fermin as he was stalking your Instagram. Of course Fermin knew you were one to keep, but he wasn't sure you two were on the same page. You were a neat smart girl who knew what she wanted and he was a football player, travelling a lot. He remembered hearing you talk with a girl about what you want in a future relationship: I want stability. He could be that, but travelling a lot wouldn't be it. You needed someone who was there with you, not away playing football. With this sad thought, he went to sleep, knowing he had to forget that stupid crush.

Hope you like it 🥰

[mins-fins]

LOVER (K.GV)

SUMMARY . . . where they're supposed to be packing but one of them has other plans.

PAIRING . . . kim gyuvin x male!reader

GENRE . . . very fluffy

WARNINGS . . . none!

WORD COUNT . . . 1.2k

NOTES . . . gyuvin is seriously bias wrecking me these days fr.. this is dedicated to zai (@scrrra), he didn't really ask for this but i just wanna make his day!! also were all starving for gyuvin content so take this

"your literally so messy".

"your acting like your any better, dumbass".

gyuvin gasps loudly, as if offended by the words. y/n just chuckles at his display, turning around to stare at his tall boyfriend, who pouts. "i'm just saying, your going to college you don't need all this stuff!"

"yeah, i'm going to college" y/n states like a matter of a fact. "i need everything".

"everything?"

"everything".

gyuvin blinks, narrowing his eyes and giving his partner a judging stare. y/n lightly punches his shoulder, and gyuvin sighs. "okay! okay! you can pack everything".

y/n was originally gonna pack on his own, he didn't really even want help, but gyuvin insisted on helping, and wouldn't take no for an answer. since y/n had procrastinated for super long and now college starts in two weeks and he hasn't even packed half his stuff yet.

he has maybe one box packed, and he was only reminded of it today when hanbin screamed in his ears with a megaphone telling him that he starts college in two weeks.

so now, here y/n is, trying his best to decide what to pack as gyuvin just looks at his stuff, seeing what he could find. "you have so many books! where do you even keep these?"

"in my shelves, obviously".

"your room is the size of a cubicle, what shelves?"

y/n scoffs, still looking away from gyuvin as he sorts his clothes in one box and then his pillows, blankets, and bedsheets in another. his attention quickly moves away from gyuvin, whose actually not helping him pack.

gyuvin had been in y/n's room maybe twice in the whole time they've been dating. to be fair, they're always out, doing couple things like buying ice cream at three am, or shopping for sweaters just so y/n could steal them from him, or running across the beach at night.

they're usually never inside, just always out and about.

gyuvin scrunches his nose, staring specifically hard at a random drawer besides y/n's bed. he blinks, looking over at his partner, whose busy trying to figure out how much stuff he can fit in one box, completely turned away from gyuvin.

he opens the drawer, trying to see what's inside. pens, pencils, notebooks, binders, some more books, and a few post it notes. just boring stuff, gyuvin thinks in his head.

he sighs, packing those things in the box beside him, he notices that there are still other things in that drawer, letters, and he tilts his head, trying to get a better look at them.

wait.. are those the letters i wrote for him?

earlier in the year, gyuvin had written letters for y/n, it was a thing he did when they were in the much earlier stages of their relationship, he really did pout his heart and soul into those letters, but he assumed y/n had forgotten about them.

but he kept them, like the corny loser he is.

gyuvin smiles as he thinks about it, laughing to himself. y/n was pretty much oblivious to what gyuvin had stumbled upon, busy trying to figure out how he's gonna put all his extension cords together without tangling them.

gyuvin's mind drifts off to the situation, college, and it puts a sour taste in his mouth. y/n is on the other side of this small room packing, and he's oblivious to what gyuvin is thinking.

yeah they're going to the same college, but y/n is going to get busier, and they can't just be a silly teenage couple anymore, they can't just go out buying ice cream at three in the morning, or gyuvin giving y/n piggyback rides randomly.

he moves the letters over, and sees other things, keychains, small fans, a tape measure(?), shoe laces, a polaroid camera, and a photo album. gyuvin tilts his head, reaching into the drawer to grab the photo album.

he struggles to take it out without making a lot of noise, he's not trying to alert y/n and distract him. he places it on the floor, getting the letters out of the drawer and placing them on the table beside the bed.

he then moves back to the photo album, he's not snooping, no! he's just curious, that's all! that's why he's flipping through the photo album right now. as gyuvin does that, he can't control his smile, because it's a bunch of photos which show y/n growing up.

gyuvin assumes that these photos were taken by his parents, y/n's father was a photographer after all. gyuvin couldn't contain his giggles, because y/n's childhood photos are so funny and cute that he can't help it.

y/n, who was busy packing, turns around as he hears gyuvin giggling, and all he can see is his boyfriend struggling to contain his laugh, looking like he was about to fall back onto the floor with how hard he was laughing. "what's so funny?"

gyuvin tries his best to catch his breath, clearing his throat as he stares at y/n, who blinks. gyuvin, still laughing, turns the album over and displays the photo of seven year old y/n wearing his roller skating attire.

y/n narrows his eyes, and then they widen. gyuvin is horrible at keeping his giggles in, and he leans back as he laughs, completely enamored by the cute childhood photo of his boyfriend.

"you weren't even helping me pack" y/n goes over to him, looking at the photo album. "you were just going through my stuff".

"hey!" gyuvin yells, literally on the floor. "i wasn't going through your stuff, i did pack some stuff, i just for distracted easily!" he laughs, propping himself up on his elbows.

y/n reaches forward to try and grab the photo album, but gyuvin quickly moves his arm before he can grab it. he pauses, and gyuvin smiles in a mischievous manner, giggling. "give it back".

"no?"

"what do you mean no—"

y/n reaches so forward again, and falls forward, on top of gyuvin. "you are such an.. ass".

"no, you love me" gyuvin says, picking up his head to stare at y/n, smiling. "your so cute, you know that? the roller skates might've been a little big on you but—"

"shut up!" y/n exclaims, flicking gyuvin in his forehead, which makes him yelp. finally, he grabs the photo album out of gyuvin's hand, taking it for himself. "your annoying, i swear".

"i called you cute, your not even gonna say thank you?"

"i'll thank you when you actually help me pack".

"i did! i packed.. that!"

y/n deadpans at him, and gyuvin giggles, making him scoff. "babe! i love you! you know that right?" he calls out as y/n walks over to the other side of the room, placing the photo album on a table.

"you can say that after you pack".

gyuvin stares at y/n, snickering as his partner also flips through the photo album. "you kept those letters i sent you?"

y/n gasps, turning gyuvin's way and seeing the shit-eating grin on his face. "gyuvin!"

"hey! i'm just asking!"

[popcorn-plots]

Hey there! We are a family of 5 (4 youths, one 55 year old) planning a 10-day trip to England and Scotland in month of June 2024.

We are planning to spend 4 days in London, one day trip from London to either Oxford or Wales. 1-2 days in Edinburgh, around 2 days in Inverness. Any other recommendations?

Can you guys help me with some pro tips? Some things we are interested in are

hidden gems/off beat attractions

local activities

best/cheap travel options - car rental for Scotland? Trains are expensive - are they worth it?

What's the best way to reduce too much walking for the 55 yr old family member? Maybe like scooter rental options? - Lime e-scooters?

vegan food options

Recommended stay options - recommended serviced apartment under 250 GBP a night?

Money saving tips - visitor oyster cards, London pass, Explorer pass. I've read britrail pass isn't worth it? What are things I can book in advance apart from accommodation and train tickets?

Best way to spend - contactless forex card

Things to buy

Things not to do

What to carry - a raincoat, water resistant shoes, layers for clothing

Any month specific attraction? - Mayfield Lavender fields

Is there anyway I can catch a play/show that stars celebrities during this time? (no points for guessing I'm interested in anything with Benedict/Martin)

Sherlock related attractions - shooting locations, souvenir shops, found this awesome BBC Sherlock Guidebook

Anything else you recommend?

Thanks a lot!!

Okay, I'm finally getting around to answering things-- (sorry it's taken so long)

Anyways, I'm not completely sure what your budget it, so I'll just go from my experience. As for the trip itself, I hope you guys have so much fun! London is amazing and I wish I could come with you.

Now prepare yourself for an academic essay (not really) of a post with pictures included (below the cut) because I am a nerd.

For the day trip to Oxford or Wales, I loved both places (Wales in a really fun cultural experience), but if you're concerned for time, Oxford is closer (1 hour drive) while Wales is a 4 hour train ride. My group did a tour of Oxford college while we spent a good two or three days in Wales. I was in Oxfordshire at the same time Benedict Cumberbatch was, but he was 23 miles away and I was so sad

As for Inverness, Inverness Castle is a really cool stop and Loch Ness was so much fun to see. I would definitely bring an umbrella though. My entire group forgot their umbrellas and we got absolutely drenched. Also, if you have a little time on your hands, the Hogwarts Express bridge from Harry Potter is just an hours drive from Inverness and it has a great hiking spot and a fun little gift store. It's at Glenfinnan Viaduct and it was fun to see. There's also a Platform 9 3/4 at King's Cross Station (I know there's been a lot of stuff with JK Rowling, but liking Harry Potter and liking JK Rowling are two very different things and it's perfectly fine to like Harry Potter and hate JKR.)

One of my favorite things to do as a tourist is to... be a tourist (which sounds weird) so I absolutely love to go to all the major attractions. However, I've found some really fun places. Gelato shops, for one, are very nice (and tasty!). Speedy's Cafe from Sherlock is an actual place, as well as 221B Baker Street. Speedy's Cafe is on 187 N Gower St, Euston Rd., London NW1 2NJ, United Kingdom, and it can range from 1-10 pounds a person for food. That same street with Speedy's is the filming location for the outside of 221B Baker Street. The real Baker Street is a little ways away, but there is a Sherlock Holmes museum. With a student ID, tickets are around 8 dollars a person (otherwise, it's 16). The wait time is a bit much, but it's worth it. There's a lot of Sherlock Holmes tours that are really exciting, but if you don't want to go on a guided tour, they filmed in a lot of easily recognizable parts of London such as Trafalgar Square. There's also a lot of tourist sites online that have said locations, and it helps that London is an easily walkable city (and the public transport is a literal godsend compared to Utah). Bletchley Park is also a must-see, but only really for people who are interested in the behind-the-scenes of WWII, in a way, and Alan Turing. And yes, it looks exactly like it did in The Imitation Game. However, tickets are a bit pricey and the hour train ride to Bletchley is also quite pricey.

Arthur Conan Doyle was actually born in Edinbrough so there's some things to do there, if they put the statue back. Edunbrough Castle is a great visit and it is supposedly the inspiration for Hogwarts. There's also a grave with the name Tom Riddle in what is supposedly one of the most haunted cemeteries in the UK if that's interesting for you. Also, in Endinbrough, there are bagpipes everywhere. There is, quite literally, a bagpipe player on every street corner. It's amazing.

When I did the study abroad, my group rented two coaches for Scotland (we had 29 people -- 22 students, two directors, and then the five of the directors families) so I don't have a lot of experience with the trains. My advice, however, is to create a spreadsheet somewhere and make a list of what you want to do, how much it would cost, and how much you're willing to spend and go from there. Find train and car rental websites and find one that works with what you plan to do. Also, if those sights have any reviews, look at them. Find what other people are saying about the particular service -- everyone has different opinions, but if one site has more positive reviews from more people, than that could be a good starting place for what you want.

London has really great public transportation, and Oyster Cards are very useful for getting around. Most of the tube stations I went on have both stairs and elevators, and the busses are enjoyable for tourists. Other than that, I'd find some tourist websites that talk about accessibility in London.

Again, I'm not completely sure about stay options as my group had our accommodations provided by the college (but ooooh boy that is a long story--), so I would recommend the spreadsheet and travel websites. AirBnB's are also a good option.

On money saving, Oyster Cards are incredible. I don't know how much they cost, but I used mine at least two times a day, sometimes even four during the entire 3 week stay. Definitely get an oyster card. I'm not completely sure about the other passes, however (SPREADSHEET). Other things to book might be some activities -- London has a lot of fun tourist areas that may be enjoyable. For example, Buckingham Palace, Kensington Palace, etc. Also, in terms of souvenirs -- it's really exciting to get things on site, and sometimes that's the only place you can get stuff, but a good rule of thumb is that you can generally get the same thing for a lot cheaper somewhere else. An example would be that I wanted a SIX sweatshirt when I went and saw it life. Sweatshirts were around $60 dollars while Amazon had them for around $20. You don't have to get everything from Amazon, but if you're worried about it, there are cheaper options elsewhere.

Some advice about European Culture if you didn't know them already: take-out is called take-away, and you usually have to flag the waiter down at restaurants (or simply raise your hand). Also just be polite, and Americans are generally really loud compared to Europeans so, assuming you're American, just be aware of your surroundings. In other parts of Europe, like Greece, pick-pocketing is a big deal, so we had to keep a closer eye on our belonging (I would hold my phone or put it in a front pocket). I'm not sure if this is a big thing in London, but still -- be aware of your belongings. General safety also applies in trusting your gut, using buddy system, and not being out alone at night.

One of the best tips about London is Tesco. If not for the joy of having a row with the local pin machines, than for the 4 pound meal deals -- a main, a side, and a drink. My family lived on these lunch deals. They are pretty good, they have a decent selection, and are in literally every single Tesco you go to. Tesco also has pretty decent prices and, if you're smart about it, you can feel a family of 5 for a week on one trip.

For things to carry: umbrella (in the summer the rain isn't so bad, but it's there), good walking shoes, definitely layer up. London can go from 90 degrees to 50 in an hour, and can go from not a cloud in sight to torrential downpour. My SH tour was caught in the second one -- that was an experience to say the least. Don't forget things like an oyster card and maybe some extra cash if you feel you may need it.

I have no idea about celebrity shows, but West End is literally the Broadway of London (but a whole lot cheaper). My family saw 10 shows on West End during our 3 three week stay. It was amazing, and if you fancy a night out, China Town is literally just around the corner.

That's pretty much all I have right now! It's pretty long, but I hope it's what your looking for! If you have other questions, feel free to ask. (spreadsheets will be your best friend if you know how to use them)

[karnaca78]

14 Questions tag

Thank you for the tag @dreamyonahill!

Nickname: I'm not too fond of those, except in a humorous context. I remember my high school best friend who called me a vampire because my skin is very pale. It was silly and I like silly :^)

Sign: Aquarius

Height: According to my partner who is 170cm and claims he's a little taller than me (debatable), I should be something like 166-167cm. That's science.

Last thing I googled: My local train line timetable. Cancelled trains and railway strikes are so frequent here it's practically a tradition, so I have to make sure I can actually take one each time I go out.

Amount of sleep: Depends. My average should be 6 hours when I have to get up and go out (brain wakes me up before the alarm can ring, else I jump off the bed instantly and it's not fun)

Dream job: Something I actually love doing, that's why it'll probably remain a dream (I'd say writer or full-time artist). I'll settle for librarian because of books and quiet!

Wearing: A cool patterned shirt I bought in London! With a pair of dark grey dress pants, black socks and black and white Converse shoes.

Movie/books/media that summarise you: Too many? Right now my brain is focused on Dishonored, and I suppose it summarises my tastes in fictional stuff pretty well.

Favourite song: That question shall forever remain unanswered. But for the sake of it, let's say "Farewell Wanderlust" by The Amazing Devil. So many lines get me every single time.

Instrument: Piano, most definitely. I can play a few songs I learned by myself, and that's pretty much it for now. Should probably get back to it if I remember to buy a new cord for my keyboard!

Favourite author: Two questions I can't answer. Okay, let's see. I love Kafka, his works resonate with me on some levels and there's something about the atmosphere in these books that I can't help but like. Even though it's confusing. I should also mention Mervyn Peake (Gormenghast Trilogy is a real blast; it's weird too) and Natasha Pulley (two of her books make me extremely happy and I can't wait to reread them)!!

Aesthetic: Anything steampunk-adjacent is good. I like vintage fashion a whole lot too. And ships. Old ships, with wood and sails and maybe pirates. Probably anything retro, really. Typewriters are cool. Oh, and art nouveau. (My tastes are all over the place but I wouldn't have it any other way!)

Random fun fact: Did you know some ancient Greek dude (Aeschylus) died because a bird dropped a tortoise on his head? It's my funniest historical anecdote and I hope it's true (most likely, no)

Tagging: anyone who feels like answering random questions because I can't decide

[jenzel]

As someone who really likes the new Hunger Games movie, I'm actually really curious to hear why you didn't like it, if you're okay with answering that

HI HELLO

No actually thanks for asking because tbh I didn't give it a fair shake in that post, usually I would have rambled in the notes a bit more SO

Disclaimer: I didn't read the book.

also I'm just some guy

Things I loved, no notes:

Rachel Zegler is an actual Star and I want to go and watch everything she's been in now. Her voice is incredible and fully sold the impact of the character.

Things I loved, some notes:

Premise and plot - I was really really intrigued by the idea of seeing an early form of the Hunger Games, like I would actually just read a massive essay on the history of them and also how they work on every single level (and may have been binge-watching the Tales of The Hunger Games series on youtube). I kind of don't care about some critiques of how plausible or not plausible the entire setup of Panem is because it's consistent within the narrative and it's a Neat Idea, which gives it some immunity from worldbuilding logic.

So, with all that being said, I was left a bit wanting.

My main issue, which I've had with a LOT of high-budget high-concept stuff recently, is that it all still felt sort of cheap and rushed - outfits and sets didn't really look lived in, I felt like a lot of scenes could have benefitted from more interesting dialogue and shot choices. Maybe something to disguise the very necessary info dumping and exposition in the way that the OG did so elegantly. Maybe I'll go back and really highlight some specific things (like whyyyy did the scene introducing the rainbow snakes feel so... not tense at all) but every time I got on board with the movie it seemed determined to throw me off. I might stop with this particular bit of critique now because I feel like if I'm not going to go and do a proper breakdown then it's unfair.

Costumes - Of course the costumes slap. They gotta. I saw some people weren't keen on Lucy Gray's dress but I don't care it was cute, maybe I've got bad taste. I will add that unfortunately all the other tributes and a good portion of the rest of the cast completely failed to imprint on me in any way, and the samey styling contributed to that. Actually add this to my point above, where were the supporting characters who stuck as vividly in my memory and attention as Effie, Haymitch, Rue, Gale or Cinna?? Maybe I can't name all the 74th Hunger Games tributes off the top of my head but I can picture a lot of them, they felt distinct enough for the screentime they had.

Volumnia can stay, Viola Davis had the most fun on screen of all time.

And as much as I did love the costuming, and as much as I would also put Hunter Schafer in incredible outfits all day if I had the opportunity, the Whole Idea of some of these characters were smothered by their cool wardrobes. I'm not buying that the Snow family are in an absolutely DIRE situation when Tigris has a new outfit for every appearance (she COULD have, like if we were given the impression that she was altering and making new outfits herself!!). I'm not seeing Corolianus's obsession with saving face, with presenting the image he wants to present, I'm not seeing his too-tight shoes I'm just being told that they are.

Onto one last point, maybe.

Things I was completely eh about:

Corolianus - ehhhhh. Some friends told me that the internal monologue you have access to in the book is a massive part of his characterization and I'm going to take their word for it. Prose is a ridiculously powerful way to get inside a character's head.

So I'm going to have to assume that he was more memorable in the book, because I'm really not sure what I was supposed to take away from his story... and not in a cool ambiguous interpretation way. He felt overwhelmingly just There.

That's everything I can think of right now!

[joannaliangart]

I sight freeze (2023) 5.5” x 5” x 2” Box book, 54 pages. Translucent sheets of different paper and plastic, black ink pen, gift box, and poetry.

I sight freeze contains a collection of poetry on the lesser known anxiety response: freeze. The loose, translucent pages visualize mental cloudiness. The poems are about feeling emptiness in a dishearteningly neutral and quiet way.

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one of my favourites... It's a very personal piece but not. a difficult piece if that makes sense? There's some pieces I make that are very personal and they still make me a little heavy to look at and contend that I made it into Something, but this one it just feels good when I look at it. Maybe that's just a testament to how much I like the execution of this piece though haha which is still good

This piece is one where handling it physically brings a lot to the experience of reading it. I was very happy during our crit I got a lot of positive responses to it; and several comments on how they were afraid to handle such thin and delicate material, Which pleased me too as I think fits very well for its concept (ie the freeze response as an attempt to become nothing in order to survive.)

Made for my democratic multiples course; This was our first like proper project (ie second after our quick intro assignment); I was having trouble thinking of an idea, and I was sitting alone in my bedroom at like 3am with my sketchbook. And translucent paper? for some reason? (It was like the paper they use for wrapping when u buy new shoes) I don't remember if I went downstairs to grab that or if I was just kinda drawn to the material and wanted to use it in the project but wasn't sure how?

Either way... I ended up just writing on the translucent paper, kinda letting whatever come to mind. and uhh a theme was very quickly established when I first started writing And then something fucking possessed me as is the tendency when you're writing and you're alone at 3am and I just. kept. going.

and was left with a very long piece of writing! That I later organized into pages and made I sight freeze.

I typed out and formatted and printed out the poems onto printer paper, and then using that as a guide I painstakingly traced the words onto different papers/plastic. I keep a lot of collage materials and I had a whole section dedicated to stuff of varying transparency (including a cereal bag, dryer sheets, the paper(?) that comes in iphone packaging, the shoebox paper, and other mystery stuff)

I got a star shaped hole puncher, I think I was searching for a box for this piece and saw that and was like ohhhhhhhh perfect!! Or maybe I was searching for it specifically? Can't quite remember lol but either way I'm very glad for it...

a lot of the stuff I wrote about is based off the disassociation star theory, ie spoon theory except for dissociation

Also! I know there's the fourth anxiety response fawn lol but this piece ain't about her I'm so sorry girlie. (if I were to personify them I think its ironic and funny that the fawn one doesn't get mentioned as if they're being like 'o no that's fine' fadksjlgh nooo I'm so sorry)

more detailed description of the piece:

I sight freeze is a book object containing a collection of poetry on the third, lesser known anxiety response: freeze. This work is about my personal experience with how my anxiety manifests; and the visual metaphors of mental cloudiness and dissociation are conveyed through the delicate materiality of the loose paper/plastic pages and stars inside the box that have varying levels of translucency, with some pages having poems and others being blank. The poems in I sight freeze delve into the difficulties of articulating your thoughts, feeling an absence of identity, and the fear of death. It’s about empty spaces and feeling like you are nothing at all in a way that is dishearteningly neutral and quiet.

[bisluthq]

There's also other options as in they having parents (or someone else) bankrolling all their little heart desires, which lucky you. It's not the case for a lot of people. Again, there's a lot of people out there actually struggling to even have food to eat. How much of an asshole do you have to be really?

Or maybe they do have a job, but no children or pets and Taylor is basically their only hobby so everything they earn goes to that. Couldn't be me, I actually have the problem of constantly finding out new hobbies to try and obssess over and have to pick and choose before investing. And idk if it's because european culture is a bit different, but I also legit find a waste of money to buy multiple versions and specially merch. I like collecting stuff too, but like if it's an expensive collection I immediately feel the need to choose carefully the ones I like best. The fact that a lot of swifties buy multiple vinyls and don't even use them is even more of a nonsense to me.

And then the merch, I get if there's like a really cute original thing in a drop but other than that...I personally find most merch drops kinda full of crap and/or ugly stuff. Now with the whole relationship thing, it's wild swifties are actually buying merch about a relationship. The shops are just cashing on your stupidity really. I see swifties finding it hilarious and loving the whole thing and I wonder if they are self aware to realize that fans of a singer buying stuff featuring her boyfriend is ridiculous. Who does that? It's not your relationship, why are you spending money on things like that? And no, people aren't selling themed stuff because they are soulmates and royalty. It's because of your dumbasses

yea look it also couldn't be me. I've said before here I've never bought any Taylor crap but I realised subsequently I lied because I have the (stolen) Speak Now CD but tbf it was not really crap because when I bought it like streaming wasn't a thing so idk I do have that CD as it turns out. The others I think I just Limewired tho ngl. Also when I say I have it, I mean my mum has it because I've never collected my DVDs or CDs from her ever because I... don't need them... but yea I do have that CD technically as a thing that I nominally own. I don't collect merch or Taylor stuff so that's it tho.

I *do* collect shoes and I'm really quite fussy and particular and have spent obscene amounts of money on them and I know it's very stupid but I like... shoes... and I also collect books and some other things also. I do (again nominally) own some crap from like shit I was into as a teen but as an adult I don't spend money on merch or posters and I don't buy physical copies of albums because I... pay for Apple Music every month specifically to avoid that and my brother pays for Spotify so I also have that?? So why would I need a CD right like???

The really obscene thing that I really want is a Le Creuset collection and I've said this multiple times but I really cannot justify purchasing any of their stuff and whenever I've brought it up as shit I want people just gift me the mugs. So now I have like 4 or 5 mugs/cups which are really very fucking cool but I wish they'd give me a casserole pot or a pan? I know it's expensive but like can't they go in on it or something lol? Also I want the yellow ones and NO ONE has ever given me a yellow thingie. I've got multiple shades of blue and a green one but like??? Also the one is an espresso one and I don't even drink espresso like cute idea but again guys just go in on a casserole one. For my 25th I like REALLY wanted this btw and I got a knockoff casserole dish from my ex and I must say it looks a lot like Le Creuset but it's NOT and I felt very Swiftie in terms of like "OKAY BUT THIS IS NOT WHAT I WANTED!!!!!" even though it kinda looks the same and performs the exact same function but actually if it had been in yellow I'd have prob liked it a lot more but even she got me a shade of blue one and she SPECIFICALLY SAID it's because it matches the cups and I was like "BUT WHY ARE THE CUPS BLUE!!!!?????" Anyhow.

I'm not gonna judge people for being into stupid shit lol. If you want to collect Taylor crap that is entirely your own business and I wish you well in that endeavour and if it makes you happy to look at your Taylor crap even better. I also have like little thingies (like little elephants and a little fairy and other little crap) that I have all set up in like a little shrine to my crap tbh and I'm not gonna lie, it makes me happy to look at my crap shrine. So if your version of that is Taylor crap, fucking aces away to you.

If you want or need new tech, that's great and you should go buy that stuff like if you can afford it. I am not gonna woe is me my life or pretend my shit isn't - imo - expensive. I've got an iPhone 11 and a MacBook Air and I have AirPods and like idk I think I could live without these things but I do like them and whatnot. I will eventually upgrade my phone like when it stops doing what I need it to do and I will probably like my shiny new one lol. But rn why would I bother?

I *am* gonna judge you though for being weird and elitist tho because, again as you anon have said, people are struggling to get food and essentials for home and you're popping off about a literal millionaire's mid range phone? And about another millionaire's TEN THOUSAND DOLLAR gift to his fiancee? OKAY THEN. Wow.

[creations-by-chaosfay]

I'll have a pair of coasters and two pairs of placemats listed in my shop this weekend. After I finish sewing those this week, I'll focus on thr commissions. One is a mug rug and will take just a couple hours. Another is a FPP 18x18 inch crow miniquilt, and there will be a possible third with coasters. I'll be working on this in the morning, from about 6AM to 11AM.

Afternoons will be spent handquilting. I'll be getting that work done in the living room with the a/c blasting off. Tank top, shorts, and under several layers of batting and fabric because it'll be folded and rolled as I work.

Tomorrow, a trip to the fabric and quilt shop for batting in Star Story as well as fabric for the crow miniquilt. Hopefully these can be found at the fabric store. Less expensive, and my budget is very small. If I sell anything from my shop overnight, going to the quilt shop will be an option.

I find a lotta good stuff at the fabric store, such as one of fav designers (Tim Holtz), solids (Kona Solids) and most of my rainbow prints. Quilt shops have a better precut and extra wide backing selection though. I insist on extra wide backing because I loath pieced backing. Buy 4-6 yards, cut it up to make it wide rather than long? That's awkward and sometimes very expensive. Extra wide? 108 inches (3 yards) wide, no cutting up fabric to make it fit, just iron it smooth, tape it to the floor, and add the layers for basting. I end up cutting the backing a little shorter and save that excess for later.

Extra wide is usually around $22-$25/yard, and two to three yards is usually all I ever need. Standard width is $7-$15/yard.

If anyone fancies sending me fabric or gift cards for fabric, Joann Fabrics is ideal. Batting, fabric, sewing needles, books, sewing pins, and various other supplies. I use quilt shops for very high quality fabric and precuts, patterns, and extremely high quality thread. The thread is often waaaaaay outta by budget, but it's absolutely worth the cost.

Seeing as so many of you voted I spend the summer making low budget items and use jeweltones and rainbows. There will also be some finished quilt tops, and those will have the addon option of me turning these into completed quilts. Kinda like a commission. I'm hoping all these sell successfully, and before October. Get me closer to completing my ko-fi goal.

Speaking of which, I'm giving away two quilt tops if the goal is met by the end of June. Otherwise it's a single quilt if met by Halloween. I need my year to end on a high note with fewer debts, and fewer quilts left as well. Meeting the goal is my focus. When it's met, I'll be able to enjoy nice things, like gifting my husband an XBox Series X (he turns 50 in August), a tabletop quilting frame that will make it possible to machine quilt with a standard sewing machine, business cards for myself, a second pair of shoes (I have a single pair and they're white walking sneakers), paint the dining room and hutch (currently in our storage room), some nice watercolors, and possibly some new clothing for myself (my wardrobe gives me about ten days before I have to wash my clothes).

In the meantime, I'm seeing and taking necessary breaks. At some point, I may take a couple classes to learn how to make my own clothes. I can't self-teach this, videos and books aren't enough, so a class or two will be absolutely necessary. Maybe someone in the quilt guild can teach me? I'll find out in a few days! For now, finishing commissions and stocking the shop.

[100dayproductivity]

70/100.

This morning's coffee is not what I expected. There's half a mountain missing in the background. Supposed to be Lisbon. Not bad, though.

I've got some more pie charts for you today! Let's have a closer look at what I spend my money on. We already know that more than half my money goes to housing. Let's break that down further.

So about a quarter of my housing cost goes to property tax and insurance. The rest is all mortgage. Eek! Something needs to be done about that...

Alright, let's have a closer look at "Everything Else". First, there's basic necessities: food, clothing, heat, water, electricity, phone & Internet. (Yes, I know one might argue that Internet is not a basic necessity, but really, it is. Besides, it comes bundled with the phone.)

So basic necessities account for about a third of my spending.

A few things to note:

Take-out/dining out is not included here. 10% of my spending is on groceries only, mainly: fresh produce, raw meat & deli meat, dairy & eggs, bakery items, pantry items.

"Household" includes all the things you need to run a household besides clothes and food, such as: toilet paper, soap, toothpaste, batteries, etc. I've lumped clothing and "household" into one grouping because I'm not tracking individual itemized receipts, I'm just looking at banking and credit card statements, so my data is based on what stores I shopped at, not what I bought. So, for example, I know that money I spent at Winner's was more than likely an item of clothing, but it could also have been bed sheets. I mostly buy soap, toothpaste, shampoo & conditioner, moisturizer, dishwashing liquid and laundry detergent from Melaleuca but I sometimes also buy snacks. So it's not a perfectly parsed accounting of my spending habits but it's close enough.

Next, we have expenses that are really not optional: visits to the dentist and optometrist, and my contact lenses. My health insurance premiums are included here as well, since my insurance pays for most of my dental, vision and prescription medication (however, my out-of-pocket expenses for prescriptions is not reflected here as it was captured under my household spending.)

Also in this section are my life and disability insurance premiums. These are not optional as I have dependents.

We're down to the final 6th of my money. Where does this go?

Ah yes, my cats. Those darned cats! The bulk of this amount has been for vet bills. My older cat is really elderly now and has been requiring a lot of vet visits lately. And I pay through the nose for each visit. Ugh! But what are you gonna do? He doesn't have too much time left, maybe a couple of years at best? I want to give him a good quality of life in his senior years.

"Miscellaneous kids expenses" includes my share of money my ex spent on things like shoes and coats for our children, and their cell phones. These should really be under the "clothing and household" grouping. But whatever. Also included here is the cost of my kids' extracurriculars.

A tiny sliver of my spending goes to transportation. The reason it's so tiny is because I don't drive. I occasionally need to use public transit but mostly I walk or bike as almost everything I need for day-to-day life is within 2km of my house.

And now we're down to the last little piece of the pie. This is the only part of my spending that isn't really necessary.

This is where I've recorded take-out and dining. Once again, eating makes the biggest dent in my wallet. (We'd all be so much richer if we didn't have to eat.) Also included in the light blue bar is "fun" stuff, like when I took my kids to this live show, or that other time we went to a video game arcade to celebrate my son's birthday. Stuff like that.

Finally, the yellow "miscellaneous" bar is for expenses that didn't really fit in the other categories. Banking fees, for example. The cost of shipping a couple of books I sold on eBay. Sadly, the small amount I've donated to charity is also reflected in this amount.

So there you have it. A complete breakdown of where my money goes. It doesn't take a personal finance genius to see that I probably have more house than I can comfortably afford. I already live very frugally, there's just not that much room left for cutting back my other expenses. Even if I did tighten my belt even more than it already is, not only would I cut myself in half, it wouldn't be enough to make a difference in my housing cost. I'm going to have to do something drastic to address this situation. Like rob a bank (just kidding!). I'm either going to have to earn more, or leverage my house so others are paying for it. Interesting. I'm going to have to mull this over.

In the meantime, I have some things I really need to work on today:

Mow the lawn (will have to be tomorrow because it's raining again!)

Fry up some ground beef I have in the fridge before it goes bad

Invoice my clients! I'm late with this!

Laundry

[freshairforrabbits]

Yayy!!! I've been waiting for a stuff like this!!

🍑🍋 for Quaritch (in any AU, I guess) and 🎂 for 'you circled me' Spider.

Thank you so much for these!!

Putting it under the cut like the others since it has the typical Southern Gothic AU themes of implied abuse, rape, and incest:

🍑 [PEACH] How do they show their kindness? How kind are they truly?

Gonna do Circled Me!Quaritch for these ones because fuck it he's super OCifyed there, like I'm fully aware i could clean that AU up and make an actual book, and i might one day-- who knows 😳. But fuck, I think there are actually a lot of ways he shows his kindness, like true kindness, the sort of warmth and safety a kid is supposed to have because the worst part of abuse (any kind of abuse) is when it's within the family, when it's coupled with moments like Dad letting you have a cold soda, or buying you some stupid game or a cool shirt, or some nicer shoes even if you don't really have the money. I think Quaritch, for as much as he isn't physically affectionate in that verse in a way that's good, he has moments where he would pull Spider in close and tell him he was proud of him. Of course, he never says he loves him-- but he'll laugh with him, playfully shove him, chase him around when Spider was little and play pretend even. He'd put him up on his shoulders in a crowd, he'd buy him some candy that Spider pointed out, hell, even Spider's name-- it's a nickname that comes from the other kids, and while his dad calls him Miles most of the time, he's also completely aware Spider is his son's name as well. But, at the end of the day, those moments of kindness never ever outweigh the pain and hurt, he's an asshole, he's cruel, he's mean, he's egotistical and self-serving and only sacrifical when it makes him look good. And he knows how to be a charming suck-up, he knows being kind means he might get things, so he weaponizes that Southern Hospitality. I think even with Paz he was never truly kind in a way that was ever gonna work out for them, and now he thinks kindness means keeping his son under his thumb in every way possible. Keeping him safe from the big bad world and teaching him about the way things have to be, what's kinder than someone telling you what to do, how to feel, how to live and think?

🍋 [LEMON] What is their kryptonite/ultimate weakness?

God, this is a tough one to think of maybe because it is as simple as Spider? But also, it's not just that simple. I think his ultimate weakness is he genuinely believes he's some kind of savior (a la Negan from the Walking Dead style) that what he's doing is Fixing his small little world. That he can fix this new and improved and younger Jake, he can save him from making the same mistakes as his asshole brother, he just needs to get with the program and boy does rJake do just that. In fact he fucking excels, and Spider, well he's reaching an age where he doesn't need his daddy so much anymore-- he's getting older, soon enough he'll be going away to college if he manages to get the scholarships and grants for it. But Spider is everything Quaritch needs to keep living, if Spider goes away, Jake isn't enough to alleviate the guilt and the impulses and all that shit cooked in his head about how much he Wants to mean to his son. And if that means becoming God, Daddy the Deranged, then that's what he'll do. His weakness is the fact he can't fucking live without someone to worship the ground he walks on, so he's gonna do anything to get that.

🎂 [BIRTHDAY CAKE] How does your OC celebrate their birthday? With who, and where?

I think Spider's birthdays were relatively normal prior to everything! Nothing to write home about, only getting a bit weird when Jake joined the picture just because suddenly it wasn't him and his dad celebrating alone. I'm thinking for Spider birthdays were like any other day, and his dad might not even do more than pick up a cake from the store, one of the discounted ones with someone else's name on it that they'd both laugh and joke about. But after that fateful farm trip at fourteen, birthdays are gonna look a little different 😼 and Spider's gonna suddenly be terrified of them, not that he wasn't overjoyed about them before (especially when his dad would act a bit weird about how many candles he'd have to put on the cake, how he'd bring up how big Spider's getting and then seem to treat him like he was just a little boy still, like he didn't want him to grow up at all, and unfortunately Paz died soon after Spider was born so while Spider's birthday isn't exactly a death day anniversary, it's still a reminder. Things still get tense and the days following his dad would smoke more, snap easier, and get pissed about little shit even though they were chummy just a week before. Because nothing is stable in Spider's life and he's been through the gauntlet of abuse even before things turned sexual). BUT fuck birthdays after that, if Spider gets to his fifteenth with Quaritch and Jake still around (only time will tell when I finally get around to writing part 2 of circled me 😈), he'll be having a bad time with frosting and icing like a repeat of that one incident with Jake only every card is on the table, and he'll never be able to look at blue icing or birthday candles the same way ever again.

In an ideal world, in ones Spider's imagined in daydreams to escape his own reality even from a young age, he has his birthday with other people, friends, his cousins further north, with Kiri, Lo'ak, Neteyam, and the rest (even his mom who he can't help imaging her being there alive and whole and warm and safe), at his grandparents farm where every memory there was always so cozy and safe, even with the scarier bits at the time-- where he was more visible and his dad couldn't be such a dickhead to him, and they didn't fight and scream at each other so much. Where everyone was around the table, the lights dimmed, the candles casting their glow and he was smiling enough to make his cheeks hurt, and there were presents and games and other family rituals and customs he didn't grow up with but always wanted. But now those daydreams are drenched in terror and the farm will never feel safe again.

[kokushibouthings]

It was his birthday, so you felt like giving him a present today...

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Content: tomura shigaraki smut, sexual themes/adultery performances.

Side note: I think I'm getting the hang of tumblr...?? A little I guess.

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You have not had a single idea pop up in your empty, slow processing brain what to give your villain crusty skinned boyfriend as a birthday gift at all. Its hard asking the LOV members since all of them are doing some weird shit or always say, they're busy... Toga recommended a new hoodie or a pair of new red shoes.

But you gave up and just asked the public since you have quite a few followers on this app everhell..

It is pretty easy to gain followers there.

Anyways you write a question asking what you should gift your boyfriend on his birthday. Just after a few minutes there are already loads of comments...

-------: "maybe a game or something lol, alot of boys like that."

----------: "How about sneakers? Maybe even airforce shoes."

------: "Cologne perhaps."

The very same recommendations keep repeating over and over... And it was too quite bland for your taste, you feel like every single of their recommendation is wrong but you don't even know either what's the right gift anyway.

Until... A very recent comment pops up.

-------------: "maybe yourself. romance is needed these days lol."

...??

Isn't that dabis acco ...– oh whatever. Doesn't matter. This recommendation sounds...

...

Oddly right? ...But how would I even be able to do that? It feels humiliating whenever I think of it...

I have a flat chest and only my thighs are the best part of me... Wait what?

why am I thinking about that type of romance... Well maybe shigaraki would like it? I suddenly feel like cringing.

But would he...?

Might as well find out.

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You get ready to head out, borrowing one of shigarakis black hoodie...without him knowing.

His hoodie fits oddly almost perfectly on you.

Lifting up your hood, and going down the stairs.

There are quite a lot of people down stairs..

You make your way outside trying to remember where that shop is for lingerine and socks.

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You arrive at the place.

And god it is fancy and there are a hell lot of stuff outside... You didn't even bother asking about shigarakis favorite color beforehand.

Yes... You don't know his favorite color. Is it that shocking? Its not like he'd even try telling you,

You decide to go with black and red.

you look for some stuff for...a few hours.

.

.

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Youre finally back... And its almost night time too.

Finally youve made it up the stairs as well.

Heading up to your room tiredly.

You also decided to buy a Nintendo switch for him figuring he would like it.

Twisting the door knob open to see shigaraki on your bed, reading a book..

...what???

"Uhm...shigaraki, why are you in my room?" He notices you, turning his head and dropping his book on the bed sitting up.

"Where have you been?" He asked. "..uh. Buying something for you." You knew he would ask this.

"Let me see." He stood up, and noticed the hoodie on you...

"Is that my hoodie? I've been wondering where that one went. I thought one of the LOV members stole it so I punished them all since none of them confessed at all..."

You froze, with the nintendo in your hand handing it to him... "What's in that other bag?" He turns his eyes to it, nervously hiding it behind your back..

"Cmon let me see." He keeps turning his head side to side but you just keep covering it from him.

He gives up, shrugs, and leaves with the Nintendo switch.

This bitch ain't even give a thank you. WOW.

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You try the things you bought on, and you didn't decide to buy any undergarments at all...

It was just a bra with ribbons on the center of the npples, and black and red striped socks.

You looked at the stand mirror, before flushing slightly red at the thought of him seeing you like this. But you take it off immediately changing into PJs for his birthday tomorrow..

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It was his birthday today, and it was 4 PM.

He came into the kitchen seeing all of you guys.

Dabi, Mr. Compress, Toga, and Twice. All with gifts in hand... Expect you.

"Where's your gift, Y/N?" He asks looking at you, up and down.

"Oh.. I'll give it later." "Was the gift in the bag you were hiding yesterday?" He walked to the counter, while asking you.. "Secret." You got slightly embarrassed..

Toga notices the awkward atmosphere and ignores it, "here's your cake, shiggy!" She said excitedly, placing it on the counter top.

Dabi lights the candles with his blue flame. And he almost hit the actual cake...

"This feels like a waste of time." You hit shigaraki in the neck and tell him to blow the candles out already

He does as told, but does it in an obvious annoyed manner... By scratching his neck you already knew he was annoyed or ticked off.

You excuse yourself to your room, walking to your room to get ready for your gift.

Shigaraki grabs onto your hand, with one finger lifted... "Where are you going..? Its my birthday." He said in a tone that makes you feel guilty ...—

"I'm going to get ready for your gift, meet me in my room at 6 PM." His head slants to the side confusingly, and his hand on his neck scratching himself.

"Oh my, shigaraki. Doesn't that sound like something..~~ PFFT." Shigaraki turns his head to dabi, frustratingly saying he doesn't understand as you walk out of the kitchen.

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Meanwhile, you get ready in the freshly washed stuff you got yesterday.

Just wrapping a blanket around yourself scrolling on your phone waiting till 6 PM hits. You post another thing saying..

"Happy birthday to my boyfriend.. ~"

And god you felt like cringing shortly after.

...time skip

You hear knocking on your door, looking at the time and noticing its already 6 PM.

You sit up with the blanket wrapped around you, telling shigaraki to come in.

He comes in the room, closing the door behind him. His eyes scan the room looking for your gift.

Then setting your eyes right on you.

"...And? Where is it?" "Where's what?"

"My gift..." Saying it again in a tone that makes you feel guilty again.

You frustratingly turn your head to the side, telling him you are his gift.

"I am your gift. Idiot." You exclaim harshly at him..

He eyes slightly widen, before turning back to normal then taking steps towards you. Sitting on your bed with you.

"I don't get it...?" He says scratching your neck instantly responding turning your head to him..–

"Well unwrap me." "...???"

He shrugs but does it either way.

The blanket falls on the bed, with his eyes scanning you, from head to toe repeatedly.

You wait for him to move like an inch, or at least react...

...

Its been 10 minutes, and he just keeps looking at you. You can notice the faint crimson blush on his face... but you're getting very impatient.

"I'm not a fucking museum, tomu." Exclaiming it harshly, making him stop and say something.

"Oh right...just wanted to enjoy the view. But if you're my present, I can do anything I want." Moving his mouth to your ear, feeling his breathing down your neck..

"can't I?" Whispering those words to you in an obvious malicious intent..

You don't respond.. So he assumes its a yes.

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He tells you to get on all fours, doing as he said while he positions himself behind you.

Taking off his shirt and unzipping his pants not bother to even take it off entirely.

His length was 7 inches, with instead black pubic hair instead of his hairs current hair color, his tip was a light coral color..

He position it at your entrance without any lube nor a condom on.. Noticing that you immediately try to say something towards him ...—

"Wait... wait!! tomu..— A..aa." You gasp out feeling every inch of his hot length, also being interrupted by his instant thrust tightening up..

"God damn, your cunt is so fucking tight. Speaking of which...did you already just cum?" He looks at his length, inside of you with liquid leaking out of you.

He was so sloppy with his thrusting. Slow but rough thrusts hitting your G-spot everytime..

"F.. –fuck tomura!!" "Nngh..~" "Aa..aah! T..— tomu n....oo.." Crying out his name countless times begging for him to stop, it hurts, but it also hurts in such a fucking good way... You could feel his rough hands on your waist, with a finger lifted.

You could feel yourself on the edge again, and noticing he bit his lower lip knowing he was about to cum anytime.

"Fuckkk...fuck.......fuucckyess.." He kept repeating those same words, over and over again..

"Fuck... Fucking take it, slut!" He yanked on your arms, letting out an absurd amount of load inside of you. Feeling like your about to pass out..

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I have to keep fucking saving this on repeat 5 times, fix this shit Tumblr..

anyway I'll show myself out bye.. 🚪🚶‍♀️

[helloalycia]

The Wrong Lifetime – Three // Wanda Maximoff

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author’s note: i have nothing to say except enjoy!

Chewing on my bottom lip, I looked over the shelves at the different kinds of stationary the shop had to offer. I needed a new notebook and some ink since I'd ran low at home, so I decided to come into town to have a look.

A brown leather-bound notebook caught my eye and I picked it up, flicking through the pages. Sadly, they were too thin for my liking, so I replaced it and kept looking.

Moments like this were one of the few luxuries I had to myself, where my mother wasn't nattering in my ear about finding a husband and learning to do something useful other than writing, or where my brother wasn't overshadowing me in everything he did, making me feel even worse about myself. No, moments like this, I could just be.

"Y/N? Is that you?"

And there goes my moment.

Plastering a smile on my lips, I spun around and was surprised to see Wanda approaching me with an equally surprised expression on her face. She really was everywhere, wasn't she?

"Wanda, hello," I greeted as she stopped by my side. "It's good to see you."

She looked good, considering I hadn't seen her for a few days. Maybe once when she'd popped in to say hello to everybody before her date with my brother, but that was hardly a meeting. Now, she looked cheery, eyes sparkling with their usual excitement.

"You, too," she said softly, a smile creeping on her lips. Her eyes fell to my hands, where I was holding some ink. "Don't you have servants to do that for you?"

"Don't you have servants to do that for you?" I countered lightheartedly, eyes flickering to the vast amount of paintbrushes and paint in her arms.

She narrowed her eyes in a playful manner. "Touché."

Rolling my eyes in good nature, I asked, "So, what made you decide to go shopping?"

"I needed some new supplies," she quipped with an adorable smile, lifting her arms which were filled with said supplies.

"And you didn't think a basket would help?" I joked, before turning to grab a stray basket beside the shelves and helping her to put everything in it.

She chuckled, accepting my help, and answered, "Truthfully, I only came for the paint, but then I saw some new brushes I wanted to try, and then there were some new colours in stock and, well, before I knew it–"

"This happened," I finished for her with amusement, handing her the filled basket.

She took the basket from my hands and nodded. "Exactly. I would have sent my servant to get the paint, but last time I did, she came back with the wrong one."

"Oh, the scandal," I teased.

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and it was refreshing to see the shoe on the other foot. I guess I could see the fun in it now – no wonder she teased me often. Plus, she looked cute when she was caught off guard.

"What about you?" she countered, attempting to take the attention off her.

Content smile on my lips, I watched her. "What about me?"

She gave me an isn't it obvious? look. "I told you why I was here. What about you?"

I shrugged, looking back to the shelves. "I just needed some things... and I may or may not get excited when buying stationary."

Her melodious laughter filled the air. "Of course."

"I just don't know which to get," I told her, motioning to the notebooks. "There's so many options!"

She hummed with amusement, stepping by my side closely and reaching out to get a better look. I was acutely aware of her shoulder pressed to mine and tried to stop thinking about it, but obviously, once I told myself to stop thinking about it, it was all I could think about.

"How about this one?" she suggested, picking up a notebook wrapped in a burgundy-coloured sleeve. She was probably biased since it was her favourite colour.

I took it from her grasp as she held it towards me, feeling tingles at the tips of my fingers when they grazed her hand. God, I needed to get a grip.

Before I could look at the notebook properly, I noticed a smudge on her hand, subconsciously grabbing it before she pulled away. Flipping it over so I could see her palm, I saw several smudges of colour and stared with confusion.

"Paint," she explained, mildly embarrassed as she pulled away. "The stuff goes everywhere."

I hid a smile, finding it cute, before looking to the notebook again.

"I like it, but now to see the pages," I said, flipping through them to see if they were thick enough. I hated getting a notebook with flimsy pages that ink seeped through.

"Are they to your liking, your majesty?" she teased, and I looked up to see her tilting her head and watching me through her eyelashes.

"Yes, they are actually," I retorted with a childish glare, before closing it. "Thanks."

She half-suppressed a laugh. "Good. Let's hope it gives you some... vdokhnoveniye."

She paused, scrunching her nose in thought, probably searching for the right word in English. I was too distracted by how enchanting she looked when she did that to care about her struggle to find the word.

"Vdokhnoveniye is like inspiration," she explained, eyes looking back to me after staring up in thought, "but it's something better. It's from the word vdykhat', meaning to breathe."

"So, you want me to get a good breath from this?" I asked, quirking a brow with bemusement.

"No! No." She laughed, running a hand through her curls. "It's like... when you get inspired by something so quickly, as quickly as it takes to take in a breath. Never mind, it's stupid."

"It's not," I reassured her with an appreciative look. "I get it. Thanks. I like that. Russian is definitely a fascinating language."

She seemed glad that I made sense of her ramblings and I smiled, realising there was much more to Wanda than her ability to make me a stumbling mess.

"Have you got everything?" I asked her, glancing to her basket, before quickly adding, "What am I saying? Of course you've got everything. Practically half the store is in there."

She shoved me gently. "Not nice. But yes, I have everything."

I refrained from chuckling at her dismay before leading the way to the till so we could pay. As we took turns, the cashier made conversation with both of us. I knew of him because I'd been here enough times to make a friend, but I was surprised to see Wanda was the same. I was certain I'd never seen her here before. And I'd been here a lot.

When we finished paying, we began to head outside and I decided to speak my thoughts.

"You know, it's strange to think that we've both been coming here for a while and yet we've never crossed paths," I noted. "I mean, unless we have and just didn't know who each other were then."

She shook her head casually. "Oh, no, we haven't crossed paths. I'd definitely remember a pretty face like yours."

I paused, bewildered at her words as they took time to sink in. She seemed to notice as she laughed, holding the door to the shop open for me. I walked outside and she followed after me, eyes glancing at me satisfactorily.

"So, er, what are you doing now?" I changed the subject, recovering from my momentary shock.

She settled with a smile as she answered, "I'm in the middle of adding some finishing touches to a painting I'm working on. I'll probably head back to finish it."

"Ah, the paintings that you talk about but I've never seen," I joked, relaxing under her stare. "I'm starting to believe you're lying to me, love."

She rolled her eyes, though her smile widened, revealing a dimple by the corner of her mouth. "I'm not... You can come with me if you'd like. I don't mind showing you." When her eyes met mine, she quickly added, "If you're not busy, that is."

Humour disappearing, I nodded with surprise. "Sure. I'd love to."

And that wasn't a lie. I was curious to see the Sokovian's work since she seemed to enjoy talking about art so much. Plus, I could appreciate some good art when I needed to and I wondered if hers would fit the bill.

Or at least that's what I told myself when she flashed her dazzling smile my way, making my heart explode with adoration.

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Just like me, Wanda didn't have a dedicated place to work from because her parents didn't deem her passion an appropriate hobby for a young woman in today's day and age. So, just like I did, she worked in her room and made the most of the space she had.

As soon as we took a step inside, I was amazed by how much stuff there was. Of course there was the expected – a bed, an ottoman, a wardrobe and a desk – but it was as if that was all secondary furniture to the main focus.

Closest to the giant window on the opposite end of the room were several canvases being supported by easels, some painted and some blank. Papers with sketches of literally anything you can think of were taped to the walls, some scattered along the floor and some scrunched up entirely, missing the bin.

Her desk was filled with jars of paintbrushes, oils, pencils, chalk and any other art supply I'd probably never heard nor seen of before. The place was messy, but not dirty. Her bed was made, the sheets as crisp as could be, her books were lined up neatly, her paintbrushes all had a perfect spot. It was clean, but it was a giant mess, and it was the most beautiful mess I'd ever seen. I refused to believe art was merely a hobby for her when it seemed like her room was dedicated to it.

"This is your room?" I asked with disbelief, eyebrows raised.

Clearly mistaking my amazement for critique, she dumped her newly purchased art supplies on her bed before rushing to pick up some loose papers and canvases from the floor.

"Yes," she squeaked, attempting to kick some papers under her bed as she straightened up sheepishly. "Sorry for the mess. Believe it or not, it does follow a system."

I laughed wholeheartedly, heading further into the space to where her makeshift studio was. "Wanda, you don't need to apologise. This place is amazing."

She snickered, glancing around at everything. "You think? I'd love something more – a real studio – but of course, women aren't supposed to have hobbies apart from pleasing their husband and hosting dinners every other week."

The last part she said with a hint of bitterness, clearly repeating what she'd been told before, no doubt by her parents. I was surprised by her vulgarity, but I wasn't in disagreement. She was absolutely right and it was such a shame because women were so much more than their husband. Too bad society would never see that.

"My father only allows me this... sanctuary," she finished with a sigh, before her hand rested on her desk. "It's not much, but at least it's mine."

"Well, I love it," I told her honestly, making her smile as she looked my way. "Can I look around?"

She waved her hand. "Of course. Nothing's off limits,  but do be generous. My ego is easily bruised."

I chuckled at her joke and she flashed me another smile before grabbing her neglected art supplies. As I helped myself to looking around at her work, I heard her rustling around behind me and glanced her way, seeing her making herself comfortable on a stool before a particular canvas. I presumed it was the piece she was working on that she mentioned earlier and got back to my browsing.

She was extremely talented, not that I had any doubts to be honest. There were her bigger pieces, the extremely detailed ones, that she'd painted of grassy landscapes. Some were green full trees with falling leaves, some were cherry blossom trees with pink blossoms floating in the air, some were buildings overgrown with mother nature. I recognised none of them, but they transported me elsewhere like a nostalgic reminder of being a kid and playing in the garden with my mum. Even now, I helped her do the gardenening, but I'd never really appreciated my surroundings until I saw Wanda's work.

And those were just the huge pieces. She'd done sketches that were taped to the wall, to her desk, floating out of sketchbooks. Some were plans for bigger pieces, others were daily observations, all of her surroundings. She didn't draw people, I noticed, it was mainly scenery. But it was all stunning and it brought a smile to my lips as I imagined her producing all of this in her own little sanctuary, as she called it.

"You've been quiet for too long," she called out jokingly, after a while of me perusing her sketchbooks.

I looked up from my seat at her desk, seeing her focused on her painting, but an amused smile ghosted her lips. The sunlight from the window was hitting her perfectly at the moment, and even from where I was sat, I could see the flecks of gold shimmering in her eyes, matching the auburn streaks in her hair. The breath got knocked out of me momentarily, and I almost forgot that she'd said something.

Clearing my throat, I returned her smile. "I'm admiring your work, Wanda. You're bloody talented."

She lowered her paintbrush and gave me an incredulous look. "Tell me what you really think, Y/N."

I grinned, laughing slightly. "I am! I genuinely think this is amazing."

She pressed her lips together, still reluctant to believe me, but she nodded gratefully and returned her attention to her painting. I didn't fail to notice the pink spreading across her cheeks at the compliment, and my heart fluttered at the sight.

"Would you ever sell any of these?" I asked her, standing up and approaching her side to see what she was working on.

I noticed the addition of stray paint that had made its way to her hands and forearms and it made me smile. I don't even think she realised it was there.

She scrunched her nose up at the idea. "I've given some away to family friends because my parents made me. But no, I don't think I'd sell them." Something seemed to make her snort with amusement, then she said, "Nobody would buy them anyway."

I frowned as she sighed, her shoulders sagging at the thought. It was horrible to admit, but she was right. Female authors – questionable, but sure, they existed. Female painters? Let's just say that it was easier to be successful if you worked under a pseudonym and pretended to be a man. Which she clearly wouldn't do, or at least her parents wouldn't allow her to do. Sadly, Wanda Maximoff was in the wrong lifetime.

Hoping to cheer her up, I stood by her side and admired the strokes she made with her paintbrush. "If it's any consolation, if we were in another lifetime where I actually made money, I'd buy them."

She glanced at me, partially disbelieving my words, partially intrigued. "Seriously?"

I nodded with certainty, eyes flickering between hers and her painting. "Seriously. All of them. I'd buy every single one."

She looked away, swallowing hard, then a soft, barely noticeable smile appeared on her lips, and I was glad I'd said the right thing.

Focusing my attention on the painting again, I saw it was a stunning view of a stream, and the way she'd painted it made it seem like it was flowing off the canvas. Her last minute touches, adding white flecks of oil paint on the water, managed to bring the piece to life without any effort. I was amazed at how someone could make nothing turn into something so easily.

"Where is this?" I asked curiously, not recognising the scene, and also wondering where she'd gone for the inspiration since we lived in a busy town that didn't have water sources nearby.

She pointed to her head with the end of her paintbrush. "Up here."

"You made this up?" I asked, surprised for the millionth time since arriving.

"Uh-huh." She tilted her head to study the piece, whilst saying, "I usually paint what's in the garden. Sometimes what I see in town is good, too. But I really wanted to paint water, and apart from the constant rain we get, there is none. So, I made it up."

I was impressed at her ability to make up something like this, but also slightly confused. "Why don't you just visit Blackpool? There's a beach – water, sand, pier, everything. And it's not too far from here. You could make it a day trip."

She shrugged, distracting herself with dipping her brush on her palette. "I don't want to go by myself."

I probably should have recommended she visit with my brother. You know, the man she was engaged to? But my eagerness got the better of me, and I ended up saying, "Maybe we could go together. If you want."

She looked up, a slow smile forming on her lips. "I'd like that."

I mirrored her expression, nodding slightly. "Great. I'm sure we can arrange something. Promise."

She held my gaze for a second longer, saying, "I'll hold you to that, milaya," before looking back to her painting.

"What does that mean?" I asked suddenly, my mind clearly not controlling my words today. "You keep calling me it."

She chuckled, leaning forward to get a closer look at her work with her paintbrush. "Darling."

"Pardon?"

She shook her head, glancing at me with amusement. "No, Y/N. It means darling."

I swallowed awkwardly, certain my cheeks were as red as they felt warm. I wasn't sure what was more embarrassing – that I'd responded to her calling me darling when she hadn't, or that she'd been calling it me this whole time without me knowing. "Oh."

"Pull up a stool," she changed the subject, though my mind was still racing at her revelation. Had she called Y/B/N that? I couldn't recall. "I'll show you how to paint a little if you want."

Dazed, I did as she said whilst chewing on my lip with thought. She watched me, grinning from ear to ear, but said nothing. Was it normal for my heart to flip-flop in my chest like it was? I couldn't tell anymore. And when she grabbed my hand without saying anything, my hand felt like it was on fire with her touch.

The tip of her paintbrush swiped against my inner palm, her soft fingertips holding it up. Every area that her finger touched was burning, sending tingles up my arm and leaving me paralysed. Good thing I was sat down.

"There," she said like it was obvious. "Now you're an artist."

Blue eyes met mine excitedly and I gave her a small smile in return, hoping that these strange thoughts and reactions would disappear soon enough. Because this was definitely not appropriate.

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My dreams were never anything worthwhile.

For someone who had a creative mind and could string sentences together to create a story I was proud of, my subconscious was the opposite. It was dry and boring and I rarely remembered my dreams unless they were scary enough to wake me up. But this time, this was a dream I was certain I'd never forget...

As with all dreams, I was unable to control what was happening. I was myself, observing from a first person point of view like it was real, but I had no control over my words or actions. Everything was predetermined, like a script I was forced to follow.

So, in this particular dream, I was sat in the back of a carriage, wearing a dress that was fancier than my usual taste. One hand was clutching my purse and the other was in someone else's hand, the person playing with my fingers soothingly.

"We're stopping now. Are you ready?"

It was Wanda. I had no idea why she was in my dream, or why she was leaning into my side comfortably, or why she was playing with my fingers like she did it all the time. I just knew that it shouldn't have been happening.

"Yeah, c'mon," I said with a smile, following my dream's script.

I intertwined our fingers and raised them to my lips, pressing a kiss to her palm. She smiled with adoration and allowed me to lead her out the carriage quickly. We were at the theatre and the first thing I thought was that my mind was creating a date similar to the one she shared with my brother. Oh, God, this wasn't good.

"Promise you've got the tickets?" she asked as we walked inside, hand in hand.

In my dream, nobody around us seemed to care that we were together, that we were two women showing affection and simply existing in a way more than friends. As wrong as I knew it was to dream of my soon-to-be sister-in-law like this, my mind was at peace, knowing I could be myself in my dream state. I didn't have to hide my identity and it was liberating.

"No, I decided to leave them at home," I answered her sarcastically, smiling.

She squeezed my hand and tugged me close, stopping me from walking any further. Her face scrunched together with a feigned annoyance.

"You don't need to be mean," she mumbled, eyes peering into mine, and my heart raced at the contact of her body pressed to mine.

Grinning, I pressed a kiss to her nose. "I've got them right here, love. Now let's go before we're late."

The dream didn't have a clear transformation. I just knew that one second I was staring at Wanda and the next I was sat beside her in the theatre, waiting for the lights to go down.

"Here," I said, passing her the programme for the show that was in my hand.

When I looked down at it, I was surprised to see a wedding ring on my left hand. Huh.

The lights dimmed when Wanda looked my way, green eyes bright in the dark. She shrugged, grabbing the programme and tossing it over her shoulder to the (thankfully) empty seat next to her.

"Looks like I missed my chance," she said, referring to the lack of light.

I opened my mouth to counter her words, but she didn't give me chance to as she pressed her lips to mine, hand raising to hold the back of my neck and pull me closer. Real me was freaking out, wondering why the hell I was allowing myself to have such thoughts about the girl who was going to marry my brother. And dream me was melting into her touch, shivering at her warmth and the way she began to suck my bottom lip.

"Wanda," I breathed out, pulling away breathlessly, but she continued to hold me close with a stifled grin.

"Isn't that why we got these tickets?" she said jokingly, eyes meeting mine.

My heart raced as she did, the simplest of glances making me weak in the knees. I was beginning to learn that her eyes were irresistibly beautiful.

"Right," I found my words, smiling in agreement as my eyes flickered to her lips.

They were painted red tonight, slightly smudged from the abrupt kiss she gave me, and I could only imagine the state of my own lips.

"We can watch the play now," she whispered, and I just about managed to tear my gaze from her lips to see the entertained look in her eyes.

I hummed in response, not trusting myself to say something comprehensible. Her lips curved into a smile and she linked our arms before settling into her seat, head leaning on my shoulder. I leaned mine on top, kissing the top of her head gently before also getting comfortable.

When I woke up, I didn't remember the rest of the dream, or know if there was a rest of the dream. I opened my eyes and found myself laying in my bed alone, tired and in the dark. It was still nighttime and my mind was foggy with fatigue. It took a moment for me to remember what I'd just dreamed. And then it hit me.

I liked my brother's fiancé.

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You´re so fake - Part 7

Characters: Rindo Haitani, reader

Note: english isn't my first language, so there could be mistakes – it's intentional that I don't write readers thoughts or what she´s exactly doing. I tried to write this from Rindos POV.

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The first thing he saw when he woke up was the ceiling. He couldn´t remember that the rest of the couch, where his head was laying, was so soft when he fell asleep. He stretched his head a little bit backwards to see the reason for this circumstance, not really surprised when he saw you. You haven't noticed that he was awake now, still reading your book with one hand, while the other hand was running through his long hair.

You had a serious look on your face while reading. Maybe it was a passage that needed all your attention.

“Hey bookworm.”

His sudden voice made you flinch hard, hitting your book directly on his forehead. You looked at him with wide eyes, a hand on your heart to calm yourself down, while he was rubbing his paining forehead.

“Don't scare me like that, Rin. I thought you're sleeping.”

You tried to hit him once again with the book, the only weapon available at this moment, but he was faster, grabbing the book out of your hand and throwing it into the next corner.

“Calm down, bookworm.”

He sighed, making himself comfortable on your thigh again and leading your hand back into his hair.

“Why are you here?”

“Mikey told me to help you with your mission with Sato.”

“That's not what I meant,” rolling his eyes. “I thought Sanzu wanted to hang out with you.”

“Yeah, we did. He showed me the most important places in Tokyo, where you can eat the best Sushi, where you can go shopping for little money, where the best parties take place, where you can buy the best drugs…stuff like that.”

“The best drugs?”, he looked up, noticing your slight red eyes and your widened pupils, “don´t tell me he gave you some.”

“Maybe?”, you giggled, which was answer enough. “....and then we went shopping in Akihabara.”

“It's too late for a warning, but you shouldn't accept drugs from Sanzu. No one knows what´s exactly in them and you were shopping again? We bought everything in the morning already.”

“We bought everything for the mission, yeah, but Sanzu bought me some other things additionally. Some new dresses, new shirts, new shoes, even new accessoires. It was a funny afternoon. Sanzu is a really cool guy. I like him.”

“Are you saying that because you're still under drugs?”

“Maybe?”, you giggled again, but this time just to piss Rindo off. “No, I really like him. I´m serious.”

Your statement made him grumble in response.

You can´t be sane if you think that Sanzu is a cool person and accept drugs from this crackhead.

“What time is it?”, he asked after a couple of minutes of silence, his head still resting on your lap.

“It's nearly 6 pm. You overslept the whole afternoon. Was it really that draining to go shopping with me?”

“You've got no idea”, he sighed, closing his eyes again. “Mikey and the others will be here any minute.”

When he made no attempt to stand up, you looked at him slightly confused.

“Don´t you want to stand up? The others will make fun of us when they see us like this.”

“No. It's comfortable. They won't dare to make fun of me.”

“Are you sure about that? Your brother and Sanzu seem to be the kind of guys who would tease you for it.”

“Then I'll punch them”, he rolled over to the side, making clear that this little argument was over.

“We could do something else till they arrive.”

You sneaked your hand under his shirt, touching his breast slightly with your fingertips, but he shoved them away.

“I'm not interested, bookworm.”

He couldn't see your pout.

“You're no fun.”

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