#i want an eclectic vintage home!!

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Wandering Hands

We walked into Sonny's diner together, our hands intertwined. My heart was racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness, as I couldn't believe that this moment was finally happening. It was like a dream come true, yet at the same time, it felt almost too good to be true.

As we entered the cozy diner, everything suddenly became real and hit me like a jolt. The smell of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee filled the air, tempting my senses. Our tired waitress greeted us with a weak smile before leading us to a small, secluded booth in the corner.

As we settled into our seats, the comforting warmth of the diner enveloped me like a hug. Harry's deep green eyes bore into mine, his concern noticeable. He could sense my nerves and reached across the table to take my hand in his, providing me with a sense of comfort and support.

I took a deep breath and tried to play it cool, but deep down I couldn't shake off the guilt of breaking up with Beck just to be sitting here at this table with Harry. Was I making the right decision?

"I actually dumped my boyfriend," I finally confessed, unable to keep it inside any longer. Harry's eyebrows furrowed in surprise as he listened intently.

"That's tough," he sympathized, shaking his head slightly as his curly hair fell out of place. "But listen, come over to my place. I have a collection of records and we can just chill if you're into that sort of thing."

Part of me just wanted to crawl into bed and forget about everything, but I had broken up with Beck for Harry so I should at least try to enjoy it, right? And who knows, maybe spending time with him would help me forget about my worries.

"Yeah," I reluctantly agreed. "I think that would be nice. Just to get my mind off things for a bit." Harry nodded in understanding, his hand still holding mine.

Our conversation was interrupted by the waitress taking our order. As Harry quickly scanned through the menu, his emerald eyes flickering back and forth between options, I couldn't help but watch him intently. He settled on pancakes with bacon and without even looking, I ordered the same. Nothing sounded more comforting than a stack of warm, fluffy pancakes.

When our food arrived, it was even better than I could have imagined. The pancakes were perfectly golden brown and the bacon was crispy - a perfect combination of sweet and savory. Despite my protests, Harry insisted on paying for both of us before we left the diner in his SUV.

As we drove the short distance to his apartment, we made small talk but my mind couldn't help but wander to what his place would look like. I had always been curious about where he lived and now I was finally going to see it. My heart skipped a beat as we pulled up to a charming brick building with a "Welcome Home" sign hanging above the door.

We walked into the building and took the stairs up to Harry's apartment on the second floor. As he unlocked the door and let me in, I couldn't help but take in every detail of the space. It was filled with an eclectic mix of records and vintage decor, giving it a cozy yet cool vibe.

I couldn't stifle a smile as Harry showed me around, proud of the space he had created for himself. We settled in on his couch to listen to some music, surrounded by shelves stacked with old records from various artists.

As the evening went on, we talked and laughed while listening to some of our favorite songs. The initial nervousness had faded away and being with Harry felt so natural and effortless. I couldn't believe how much fun I was having just chilling at his apartment.

Harry turned to me, his green eyes curious and inquisitive. "You never told me why you broke up with your boyfriend," he said, his voice laced with concern as he walked in from the kitchen with a glass of water. I stood up to meet his eyes.

I hesitated, unsure if I should reveal the truth. But something about Harry's sincerity and genuine interest pushed me to open up. "The truth is, I felt guilty for dating someone else if I was falling for you," I admitted, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

His brows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean, falling for me?"

I took a deep breath. "I don't know. I-it didn't feel right to continue dating someone else. But it's not serious."

He leaned in closer, his cologne filling my senses and making me feel dizzy. "Do you want it to be serious between us?" he asked, his gaze intense.

I nodded eagerly, unable to find the words to express how much I wanted him.

Silence filled the room as we both stood there, our hearts racing with unspoken desire. The soft crackling of the vinyl record added to the tension in the air.

Harry's hand reached out, gently tracing the curve of my cheek with his fingertips. My eyes fluttered shut at his touch. My body responded with a thrill of excitement. I pressed a kiss to his collarbone, savoring the feeling of his warm skin against my lips.

I looked up and our gazes locked, the tension between us thick and heavy. Harry's body pressed against mine, his lips hovering just millimeters away from mine as he traced a line of fire down my neck with his tongue. My breath hitched as desire pulsed through me, our chemistry igniting into a passionate embrace.

My body ignited with desire, my hands gripping his neck as I passionately devoured his lips, completely consumed by the intoxicating sensation of our mouths locked together.

Our bodies entwined in a frenzy of desire, our heavy breaths mixing with the sound of our lips smacking and tongues tangling. Harry's hands gripped me firmly, exploring every inch of my body with insatiable hunger. His touch ignited a fire within me, making me crave more and more of him.

I responded with a thirst, my fingers digging into his flesh as I pressed myself against his body. Our kisses were a fierce battle of desire, igniting a fiery inferno within us both.

Without pause, Harry sat and hoisted me onto his lap, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as we devoured each other's mouths. Our bodies moved in perfect unison, our hearts pounding wildly in sync with our primal desires.

Harry's hands, rough and calloused, gently grasp the strands of my hair as he leans in closer. The dim light catches the edges of his fingers, casting a glimmer on his skin.

The minutes dragged on like an eternity as Harry's breaths grew ragged and deep. As he finally pulled away, our eyes locked in a heated gaze that sent shivers down my spine. I knew then, without a doubt, that this was only the start of something wild and uncontrollable. My mind raced with conflicting emotions, unsure if it was sheer bliss or impending chaos. But for now, I chose to embrace the unknown and savor every moment of this intense journey.

The night came to a sudden end after our shared kisses, and as we exchanged bittersweet goodbyes, my heart swelled with conflicting emotions. Grateful for the unexpected turn of events, but also filled with a deep sadness at the thought of leaving Harry's side. With every fiber of my being, I wanted to stay in his protective embrace forever. But practicality dictated otherwise - he had work in the morning and I didn't want to be a burden. As I called for an uber, we stood in his kitchen, our bodies tense with unspoken feelings. In a moment of pure vulnerability, Harry pulled me into his arms and planted a tender kiss on my forehead. Little did I know, this one act would mark the beginning of a tumultuous and intoxicating journey ahead.

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So i have a weird reaquest heheh i just read you finan x reader where they die instead of osferth and the final sentence being about them meeting in heaven SO i got this idea about like in the next life maybe like a modern AU they meet by accident in our time like idk the boys go to a bar or something after a day of work and she is there and Finan just feels like they know each other and something and massive fluff!!!

Thank you<3333

A/N: Heyyoo, I love love loved this request, so cute. Hope you like this fic. I had alot of fun writing the "in another world" vibes lol. This is my first time writing modern AU so apologies if it's abit nonsensey.

Word Count: 2.5K

Pairing: Finan x Fem! Reader (no use of y/n), Modern AU

AO3

In this labyrinth of time, our souls entwined

The bar hummed with an energetic atmosphere, vibrant and alive. Warm, dimmed lights cast a golden glow across the space, illuminating the polished wooden surfaces and richly upholstered seating. The air was filled with the mingling scents of aged whiskey, fragrant hops, and delectable cuisine, creating an inviting aroma that embraced the four men who had just entered.

The sounds of conversation, laughter, and clinking glasses merged harmoniously, creating a symphony of human connection. Patrons leaned against the sleek bar, engaged in animated discussions, their voices rising and falling like waves crashing on a distant shore. Bartenders, skilled and swift, expertly crafted cocktails, their movements a well-practiced dance behind the counter. The clatter of shakers, the clinking of ice, and the pop of corks added a rhythmic backdrop to the bustling scene. There was also the occasional burst of applause that erupted from a corner where groups engaged in friendly games of darts or pool. The walls were adorned with eclectic artwork, vintage posters, and memorabilia, and the music, carefully curated to suit the mood, resonated throughout the room. 

As for Finan, Osferth, Uhtred, and Sihtric, they navigated their way through the bustling crowd, exchanging nods and friendly greetings with familiar faces along the way. Their destination was a cozy booth nestled against the far wall, worn leather seats beckoning like old friends. The table, scarred with marks of countless conversations and camaraderie, stood as a testament to the memories made within its embrace and the friends settled into their respective spots, each claiming their corner of comfort. 

"Now, Osferth," Finan teased, nudging his friend playfully. "Remember, moderation is key tonight. We don't want a repeat of last time, do we?"

"Hey, that was not my fault!" Osferth retorted. "Sihtric was the one who made that stupid wager."

"Well, whatever it was, your girlfriend wasn't too happy about having to drag your drunk ass back home when we called her," Sihtric smirked.

Uhtred rolled his eyes, "How'd someone like you even get a girlfriend Osferth?"

"You're just jealous that our boy here is in an actually stable relationship. Maybe you should learn a lesson or two from him?" Finan threw an arm around the blushing younger boy. 

"What, and deny the ladies all this?" Uhtred spread his arms wide and gestured to himself, making the table erupt in snickers. 

Osferth's face reddened slightly as he chuckled, his eyes flickering with embarrassment, "I'll make sure I don't lose it today. I don't really wanna bother her."

"Awww, he's in loooove," everyone cooed together, making Osferth blush harder.

"Can we-uh-can we just order, please!"

Uhtred raised his hand and summoned one of the waitresses over. She was a confident-looking woman, and when she caught sight of the boys, her eyes sparkled with familiarity and warmth. 

"Evening, gentlemen. What can I get for you today?" she grinned. "Will it just be the usual?"

Uhtred raised a hand to his heart, "Oh you flatter us Amelia, you know us so well."

"It's only right that I remember the order of my best tippers," she winked.

"I supposed it does help that we come in here every Friday night and order the exact same thing?" Sihtric raised an eyebrow playfully.

"I suppose. So yes, the usual then?"

"Thanks, Amelia, you're a doll," Uhtred smiled widely and leaned conspiratorially toward her. "And by the way-"

"Nuh-uh, don't try that with me," Amelia tapped her pen against her notepad. "Cassie from last week was here earlier and she did not look happy."

"Hmm, I wonder what that was about."

"Uhtred..." she warned, equal parts amused and annoyed.

"Oh c'mon, it's not my fault she got attached. It was a one-night kind of thing."

"Uhtred, Uhtred, Uhtred."

"Amelia, Amelia, Amelia, your disappointment in me stings."

Amelia rolled her eyes, "Good. You should learn from Osferth here. Now this is a true gentleman."

She ruffled his hair affectionately, making Uhtred groan.

"I'll send someone over with the food and drinks boys. Have a good time!"

As she walked away, Uhtred leaned back in his seat, a self-satisfied grin playing on his lips, "Did you see the way she looked at me? No woman can resist my charm."

Finan chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, Uhtred, your ego knows no bounds. She's definitely not into you!"

"Hey, but she could!"

Sihtric sniggered, "Leave it to Uhtred to flirt with every pretty face he comes across."

"And besides, there's no way she'd be into you when you go around breaking the hearts of every woman in her establishment," Osferth chimed in.

Just then, their drinks arrived, and Uhtred was saved from responding. He took his glass absentmindedly from the news server, eyes still lingering on the woman who had retreated behind the counter and was now currently issuing orders. 

The four friends were just raising their glasses, toasting to the adventures they had shared and those yet to come, when there was a sudden hush in the atmosphere. The boys turned their eyes toward the commotion along with everyone else in the room. 

A drunken man, fueled by liquid courage, had crossed the line of decency, attempting to grope a young woman who had been enjoying her drink in solitude at the bar. The atmosphere crackled with a mix of anger and concern, a collective discomfort rippling through the patrons. The woman's discomfort was palpable, her eyes darting around for help as she swallowed nervously. Uhtred stood, accompanied by his friends, ready to step in immediately, but then a figure burst through the crowd.

You were fierce and unyielding as you emerged, eyes flashing with defiance. Your voice boomed with a fiery determination as you confronted the perpetrator. 

"Get your fucking hands off her before I cut them off!"

The drunken man, taken aback by the unexpected confrontation, slurred a profanity-laden response "Mind your own business. The whore was asking for it."

The victim, your friend whom you had left unattended for a moment while you went to the washroom, shuddered at his words and it made your blood boil. You stood your ground with unwavering resolve, managing to stare down your nose at him despite being almost several inches shorter. 

"And you know what you're asking for, you pig? A fucking beating?"

The drunk man snarled and the entire bar waited with bated breath. Finan watched you curiously. He had never seen you in his entire life, he knew that much for sure, and yet there was something about you that seemed so familiar. Something about the steely determination in your glare and the way your voice echoed without strain. He found himself worrying for your safety just then, and he told himself that it was just very human of him to be wishing for the safety of a fellow patron of the bar.

"Oh yeah, and who'd gonna give me the beating? A pathetic thing like you?"

The drunkard lunged toward you, his intentions clear. But he had gravely underestimated your strength and resolve. In a swift movement, you dodged his attack, your smaller stature and sober mind giving you the advantage of speed and better coordination. Your fist connected with his jaw in a powerful counterstrike. There was a satisfying crunch and he crumpled with a howl. The sound reverberated through the room, silencing it for a split second before the eruption of applause and cheers.

"Alright, the show's over, get that fucking clown out of my bar!" Amelia finally arrived at the scene with security and everyone watched them throw the man out, returning the familiar buzz of conversation to the environment. 

The aftermath of the confrontation still hung in the air as Finan, Osferth, Uhtred, and Sihtric returned to their booth, feeling quite impressed at your bravery. However, there was something else lingering in the air—Finan's undeniable fascination with you. 

As they settled back into their seats, Osferth's eyes twinkled mischievously, "Finan, my friend, it seems your attention was captured by more than just the excitement of the moment."

Uhtred chuckled, leaning back with a knowing grin, "Indeed, it appears our fearless Finan has met his match. A strong-willed woman who can throw a punch? I totally see the appeal."

Finan's cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and amusement tugging at the corners of his lips. "No, no, it's not that. I feel like-I feel like I know her."

"You seen her before?" Sihtric raised an eyebrow.

"A one-night-"

"No! Nothing like that!"

Uhtred raised his hands placatingly, "Alright, alright. Shall I ask Amelia then? Maybe she's a regular here?"

"Maybe, I don't know."

"Just go talk to her Finan," Sihtric sighed in exasperation. 

"What if she thinks I'm a creep or something?"

"Oh I think she's more than capable enough to handle creeps don't you think?"

"Hey! I don't wanna be handled like a creep!" Finan exclaimed indignantly.

"Well then, you better be on your most gentlemanly behaviour dude," Osferth clapped a hand on his shoulder.

With the resounding support of his friends, Finan steeled his nerves and rose from the booth once more. He crossed the bar, weaving through the mingling crowds until he reached your side. You were still comforting your friend in hushed whispers when she nudged you to turn your attention to the newcomer.

Finan wore an easy confident smile as he leaned against the bar, eyes twinkling with mischief.

"You know," he began, his voice filled with playful charm, "I could swear we've crossed paths before. Perhaps in a previous life?"

You snorted, "Oh wow. That was-"

"Charming?"

"Oh, is that your go-to line?" you raised your eyebrow unimpressed. 

"Well, it hasn't failed me yet. But I must admit, it doesn't seem to be working splendidly in this instance," he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Well, consider my curiosity piqued, charming stranger."

"Finan, at your service," he extended his hand which you took in a firm handshake.

The moment your palms met, a kaleidoscope of emotions and sensations cascaded through his being, and Finan felt a jolt of familiarity as if the tapestry of time had woven your destinies together long before your paths had crossed here in this bar. Time itself seemed to stutter, as though a forgotten melody had suddenly resurfaced, stirring memories buried deep within him and his heartbeat quickened. He knew you, he could swear it. Within that ephemeral moment, the boundaries of space blurred, and the present moment fused seamlessly with echoes of the past and the whispers of the future. The sensation transcended the confines of the physical world, creating a bridge that spanned eons, traversing the realms of memory and eternity. Finan then pulled away, feeling quite foolish. No girl had ever made him feel this way before but surely it was foolish to be drawn this way to a stranger he had just met. He looked up at you, trying to deduce whether or not you felt a similar connection, or if this familiarity was something on his part alone. 

Your eyes were warm as you smiled at him, but there was no recognition in them. That was all well enough, he supposed. The stressful week must be getting to him. This was the first time he'd seen you because there was no way he'd ever forget someone like you if you had made his acquaintance in the past. 

"So, will I get to know your name, or are you determined to stay an enigma?"

Your smile grew wider as you introduced yourself. 

"That was quite a punch back there," Finan eyed your bruised knuckles in concern. "I must say, I'm impressed."

You laughed, the sound echoing through his ears pleasantly. 

"Flattery will get you far, Finan. But tell me, do these lines usually work for you?"

Finan leaned in, his tone conspiratorial, "I'd say they've got about a 50/50 success rate. Though I must confess, it's never been quite as genuine as it is with you."

"Well, you certainly have a way with words. Perhaps, just this once, I'll let you get away with it."

"Wow, in that case, would you let me buy you a drink?"

"Hmm, I'd like that. Thank you."

Finan flagged down the bartender, ordering your preferred drink. Then, with a worried glint in his eyes, he added, "And may we also have some ice for her bruised knuckles, if you don't mind."

The bartender returned, placing your drinks on the bar along with a small bowl of ice. Finan took a few napkins and wrapped a few pieces of ice in them, reaching out to brush his fingers gently across yours.

"May I?"

You nodded hesitantly, and he pressed the cool relief to your knuckles, making you sigh. 

You smiled, "Thank you. It's not often I find someone who pays such attention to the little things."

After that, the conversation seemed easy, your words flowing effortlessly like a dance. The bar's ambient sounds faded into the background, leaving you wrapped in a cocoon of shared laughter and connection. You didn't even notice your friend slip away from your side, leaving you two alone at the counter. 

Finan's friends observed the scene from their booth, their eyes fixated on their smitten companion. Uhtred leaned in, his voice filled with mischief. "Well, well, it seems Finan has truly met his match."

Osferth nodded, a warm smile on his face as he watched the two of you laugh and engage in witty banter, "He's found someone who can match his wit I guess. It's entertaining for sure."

"How long before he works up the nerve to ask her out?" Sihtric chimed in.

"If he hasn't already," Uhtred pointed out.

"Nah, I don't think he's done it yet. He seems different this time."

"Oh you think you're the expert now Osferth," Sihtric nudged him with his elbow.

"Well, I am the one with the long-term relationship, so yeah, I guess that makes me the expert. We can't very well call Uhtred the expert now can we?"

Back at the bar, you and Finan had continued to share stories, your laughter intertwined with glimmers of vulnerability and shared interests. Finan leaned closer, his voice uttering your name sincerely.

"You know, there's something about you that is so truly captivating. I find myself drawn to your spirit, and I can't help but want to know more."

"My spirit huh? Damn, you definitely have a way with words. So what is it that you want to know, Finan?"

"Everything. I want to know your dreams, your passions, and the adventures that have made you the person you are. I want to know everything about you!"

"Oh."

"If you'll let me of course," he amended quickly, not wanting to scare you off.

Your cheeks flushed a deep red, "I assure you my life has been very ordinary so far, but perhaps you shall hear about it another time."

Finan reached out, gently taking your hand in his, "I eagerly await that time. Until then, may I have the honour of taking you out for dinner?"

"Oh," your eyes widened. "Well...okay yeah, I'd like that. I'd like that very much, Finan."

Your voice tugged at his heart. The cadence of your voice, the melody of your laughter, and the animated movements of your hands, as you talked, resonated deep within him, stirring emotions that defied explanation. The sense of déjà vu enveloped him, painting the air with shades of nostalgia and anticipation. he tried his best to recall the origin of this profound connection, but they slipped through his fingers like whispers in the wind. 

His heart called your name, even though it had just learned the shape of it today and your souls, separated by the veil of existence, recognized each other anyways.

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[stardustndreamsofsilver]

Almost

Part Four

Jake x Reader (f)

Warnings: alcohol consumption, cussing

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Jake stood hands on his hips, as he surveyed the living room. The empty bottle and trash were gone. Floors swept and mopped. Everything tidied and in its place. His eyes fall on the couch and he notices a rogue fast food wrapper. Walking over, he grabs it and tosses it in the trash bag he has sitting beside the couch. Taking one last look around, he nods his head in approval of his work. Bending over, he picks up the trash bag and carries it outside. Lifting the lid to his dumpster, he lifts the trash bag and puts it in. Jake closes the lid and turns to go back inside. Going back into the living room, he grabs the broom and the rest of his cleaning supplies and goes to put them up.

Just as he finished, he feels his phone go off in his pocket. Taking it out, he taps the screen. His face immediately brightens and a smile slowly spreads across his face.  It’s a text from you saying you were on your way over. The two of you had been texting constantly for over a month. The occasional phone call sprinkled in as well. You and Jake had also met up for lunch a few times, thoroughly enjoying beging together each time. Now you were on your way over to his house to hang out and have dinner. Typing a quick response, he locks his phone and slides it back into his pocket. Turning, he walks to the kitchen to start prepping for dinner.

A few minutes later, he hears the doorbell go off. Sitting down the knife he was using to cube the potatoes, he washes his hands. Taking the towel from his shoulder and he drys them off as he walks to the front door. Looking through the peephole, he sees it’s you and grins. Reaching for the door knob and turning it, he opens the door. As he opens it, you look up from the ground and smile as his face comes into view.

“Hey, you made it!” Jake grins.

“Did you think I’d get lost on a ten minute drive?” You tease.

Jake laughs and says, “Nah, I’m more shocked you actually came. Come on in.”

He opens the door wider and you walk in. “I wouldn’t have agreed to coming if I didn’t actually want to.” You say with a smile.

Jake’s smile grows wider and his cheeks flush slightly. “Well, I’m glad you wanted to come.”

You smile at him and tuck your hair behind your ear. Taking a look around the entryway, you notice how warm and inviting his home is. Something you didn’t necessarily expect. The walls are filled with an eclectic mix of vintage music posters, black and white film pictures of people you assume he’s close with, pictures of places he’d been and the occasional discreet pirate themed piece. As you admire a particular picture of somewhere in Europe, Jake grins, crosses his arms and leans against the wall. He watches your face as you take in and study each new picture or poster. He watches your brows lift in admiration or pull together in concentration. You suddenly become aware of him watching you and you glance over to him. Catching him staring, you quickly look away as your face warms and heart races.

Jake pushes off the wall and straightens up. “Can I take your purse for you?” He asks, extending his hand. You slip the purse off your shoulder and grab your phone before handing him your purse. He turns and puts it on a hook on the wall. Turning and facing you again, he asks, “So, would you like to see the rest of the house?”

You shake your head yes and follow him as he walks around you and into the next room. He sweeps his arm across the room and tells you this is the living room and motions for you to follow. You glance around the living room as you follow, taking note of the bookshelves filled to the brim lining one wall, the dark green velvet couch with a matching wingback chair sitting catty cornered from it and the small dining table tucked into the corner. Smiling, you turn to look forward and see the kitchen. The counter was already filled with the food Jake was preparing. Jake pulls out a stool and gestures for you to sit. You grin and take a seat as Jake walks around the counter and picks up the knife to continue where he’d left off.

You sit your elbows on the counter and rest your head in your hands as you watch him chop potatoes. “Whatcha makin’?”

“I’m making Japanese curry. Fuck– I didn’t even think to ask, do you like Japanese curry?” He asks, brows furrowed.

You chuckle and nod your head saying, “Love it!”

Jake breathes a sigh of relief and continues prepping the vegetables. “Good, good. So, read anything interesting lately?”

You take a deep breath and sit up straight. “Well, I did start reading a new book series, but I doubt it would be your thing.”

“Tell me about it.” Jake says as he turns to dump the vegetables in the pot.

“Okay.” You say with a grin. “It’s a fantasy series written by a French author. It’s called, ‘The Mirror Visitor series.’ It’s about a girl who is an archivist and...” 

You continue to tell him all about it as he cooks. He nods and asks questions periodically. As he lifts the lid of the rice cooker, he comments, “Sounds pretty neat, I think I’d like to check it out.”

Your face lights up. “You can borrow my copy if you’d like.” You offer.

Jake glances over his shoulder as he dishes out the rice and curry, and grins. “I’d like that. Thanks.”

You smile back and say, “You’re welcome! That smells amazing by the way.”

Jake chuckles and turns with two bowls in his hands. “Well, I hope it tastes good. Here, follow me.” He says motioning with his head.

You get up from your seat and follow him through the living room and over to the dining table. Jake sits your bowl down on the table and pulls out your chair. After helping you scoot your chair closer to the table, he sits his bowl down on the opposite side. Turning to you, he asks what you’d like to drink, offering you various refreshments. You decide on just a glass of water and he turns to go back to the kitchen. As he’s in the kitchen, you get out your phone and take a quick picture of your dinner. Smiling to yourself, you look to see if the picture turned out before locking your phone and sitting it to the side. Jake walks out of the kitchen and back over to the table holding a glass of water, a bottle of beer and two spoons.

Placing your glass of water in front of you and you spoon beside your bowl, he walks around the table and takes a seat. He sits his beer and spoon down before clearing his throat. Taking his hair, he pushes it out of face and throws it in a low half bun. 

Scooting his chair closer, he rests his arms on the table and looks at you. He lifts his hand and motions toward your food. “Well, dig in. Hope you like it.”

You smile and pick up your spoon. Taking a bite, you inhale sharply. Jake jerks his head up with a worried expression. “Are you okay? Do you want something else? If you don’t like it, you won’t hurt my feelings. Here, let me take that and make you something else.” He says as he stands and reaches for your bowl.

You shake your head and wrap your arms around your food. “Absolutely not! Jake, this is amazing!”

Jake pulls his hand back and laughs. “Jesus! I thought you hated it. I’m glad you like it.”

Shaking your head, you take another bite. Covering your mouth, you correct him, “Love it.”

Jake chuckles as he sits down again. “Well I’m glad you love it.”

You spend the rest of the meal eating and talking. Jake tells you about a book he’d read and you listen intently as he speaks. You could listen to him talk forever and never tire of his voice. When both your bowls were empty, Jake stands and grabs all the dirty dishes and goes to put them in the kitchen. While he’s in the kitchen, you stand and push your chair in before walking over to his book shelves. 

Hands clasped behind your back, you browse the titles. Under the Black Flag, Bound For Glory, Life, and more were scattered amongst the shelves. Seeing a title that piques your interest, you take it off the shelf and flip through the pages. 

Jake comes out of the kitchen and sees you standing with your back to him by the shelves and flipping through one of his books. He takes in the image before him. You look at home amongst the books. Your hair flowing down your back. The sleeves of your slightly oversized sweater pushed up. Your sweater tucked into your corduroy skirt. Your delicate gold necklace dangling before you absentmindedly reach up to slide the charm along the chain as you read an interesting page. 

He smiles slightly as he walks over to you. Without even thinking about it, he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder. You immediately tense up and freeze. Your face heats up and your heart beats loud and fast in your ears. But, it doesn’t take long for you to begin to relax into him. He feels your body relax and he smiles to himself. He wraps his arms tighter around you. 

“How did you know that’s my favorite book?” He asks.

“Lucky guess.” You chuckle. Closing the book, you bring it close to your chest. “Could I borrow it?”

Jake smiles and loosens his arms and turns you to face him. “Of course.”

You gaze into his eyes and smile. “Thank you.”

Jake looks at you and smirks. “No problem.” He says before stepping closer and slides his hands onto your hips. “Is this okay?”

Your breath catches in your throat and all you can do is nod in reassurance. Jake’s eyes fall on your lips and his mouth falls open slightly. Closing it quickly, he blinks before swallowing thickly.

Looking down, he sees the book still clutched tightly to your chest. He reaches up and grabs it. He looks back up at your face and slowly takes it out of your hands. Putting it down on the shelf behind you, he brings his hand back around and places it on the side of your neck. His thumb strokes your cheek and his eyes search yours, making sure he’s not moving too fast and that this is still okay. 

You take a shallow breath and lean forward. Placing your hands on his chest, you lean in to kiss him. But you hesitate, maybe he doesn’t actually want this. Jake sees you hesitate and worry cross your beautiful face. Wanting to take the worry away, he leans in. His lips meet yours, kissing you softly and slowly. 

It's as if time stops and the two of you move slowly. Jake's other hand leaves your hip and cups the other side of your face. Your hands clench his shirt as he deepens the kiss. This kiss leaves you breathless and wanting more.

He breaks the kiss and pulls away slightly, resting his forehead against yours and breathing heavily. Letting go of your face, he brings his hands down to your hips. Clenching his jaw, he clears his throat. His fingers grip your hips and he gently pushes you against the bookcase. 

His voice husky and breath shaky, he whispers, “I want to kiss you again.”

You pull him close until your lips are millimeters apart and say, “Then kiss me and don’t stop this time.”

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Chapter Ten (Part 3)

We go to a trendy little bar with eclectic decor like clothing mannequins with lampshades for heads, and bowler hats hanging from the ceiling. In the beer garden there is a decommissioned Dublin Bus that’s been turned into a tiny pizza kitchen, the cooks dealing food out through a hole that’s been carved in the side. I smirk at Dean as we carry our drinks out into the yard and take a seat on a vintage leather couch. 

“You feel like a pizza?” I ask him, and he snorts. “Hardly. If you knew how many pizzas I eat in a week you’d get sick.”

“That’s Primo pizza though.”

“Doesn’t matter.” He leans back into the soft cushions and rests his ankle onto his knee. The places where he’s almost-but-not-quite in contact with me are alive with tingles like my skin is yearning for more of the touch he gave me earlier. I resist the urge to scoot any closer to him because despite the feelings my body is getting, I’m still slightly terrified of the prospect of anything actually happening between us. I convince myself that it would be bizarre and weird and that I wouldn’t ever want it. 

“I remember someone asked me before, if I could choose one food to eat every day for the rest of my life, what would it be?” He says. “And actually, I said pizza. Pizza was a big treat for me and I wanted it every single day.”

“Well, your wish came true.”

“Yeah, and it’s actually a bloody curse, it turns out.” 

I laugh. “Well you know you could just bring food from home.” This makes him look at me incredulously and he says “I’m hardly going to bring a packed lunch into work with me when there’s free food there.”

“Is that embarrassing? To have a packed lunch?”

He chuckles. “I suppose it isn’t, just the idea of doing it is weird.”

“So when you don’t want pizza, what do you do?”

“I smoke for my break.”

I snort. “Do you ever get tired of being edgy?”

He turns his body towards me, an amused look on his face. “You’re saying that you’d like, make sandwiches and put them in a lunchbox and bring them into work with you?”

“Yes!”

“And a little yoghurt and a Pink Lady apple and all?”

“Why is this so strange to you?” I laugh. “Didn’t you ever bring a packed lunch anywhere?”

“No.”

“What about in primary school?”

“No!” He insists. “I went to one of them schools for disadvantaged children. They give you all your meals there in school if there’s nobody at home who’s going to make them for you.”

“Oh.”

He leans across me to put his glass onto the table, which is actually a stack of old suitcases, beside me. “My ma works mad hours so she was never home to make meals. Did you not know I was povo?”

“You can’t say povo.”

“I can say povo. I was.”

“So you grew up…?”

“On the north side.”

“…In the flats?”

He snorts. “No. Not in the flats. We had a house. Have a house, obviously. My ma still lives there. It’s fine, everyone acts like it’s a shithole, but the people up there are real honest, salt of the earth kind of people. They work hard and they do their best with what they have.”

“I’ve never been very far north.” I admit. 

“Never gone to Ikea, no?”

“No.”

“Well that’s all there is, in fairness.”

“That can’t be all there is.” 

“Right, we have a mattress shop and a Tesco.”

“Sounds like it wasn’t the most lively place to grow up in.”

“No, I mean, it was alright like. It’s all I knew so it’s not like I was aware about what I was missing out on. We knew that somewhere down the south side there were other kids who had things that we didn’t, but back then, I dunno. You can’t really miss what you don’t have. It was fine.”

“Was it just you and your mother?”

“I have an older brother and a younger sister too.”

“Where was your dad?”

“Back then? Off. Somewhere. I don’t know, doing dodgy shit. Now he’s dead, so…” He trails off and gets this guarded look in his eye, hands fidgeting in his lap and I regret asking. 

“I’m sorry.” I say. 

“It’s grand.”

“When did he die?”

“July.”

“Oh, no. That must be really hard.”

He reaches over me again to grab his glass and he takes a long drink from it. “It’s not hard because he’s dead, it’s hard because of the will and all that legal shite.” He corrects himself: “Lack of a will. I wish we didn’t have to deal with it. His family…” He trails off and just shakes his head. “Doesn’t matter.”

“We don’t have to talk about it.”

“What about you then? How fucked up is your family?”

“A little. Do you really want to trade sad stories?”

“No, I just wanted to talk about something else.” He readjusts himself on the couch again. I’ve noticed that he’s very fidgety, and it kind of makes it hard to relax around him. “What’s up with Marnie anyway?” He asks me. “You know why she acts like that?”

“Oh, I don’t know. She kind of has these intense moments sometimes.”

“Hm. It wasn’t anything to do with that stupid question Fiona asked me, you don’t think?”

“Why, you think she fancies you?”

“Hm. Dunno.” He shifts again and his knee presses into mine. It feels deliberate and I don’t move away from him. “I don’t think I’m exactly her type, do you?”

“She usually dates ugly nerds.” I say, and immediately regret my choice of words because it sounds so cruel and I never wanted to be one of those people, but a smile creeps over his face and he rests his arm along the back of the couch as his eyes watch my face carefully. “So you’re saying you don’t think I’m ugly?”

“I’m saying nothing. I’m being very neutral.” I declare, and then casually he brings his fingers to brush my hair away from my forehead. 

“You’re getting rid of the fringe.” He murmurs, his breath feathering over my cheek, and I’m fixed to the spot for a moment, staring intensely, directly into his eyes, which I notice are actually golden brown in the centre and ringed in bright green rather than a solid hazel colour.

“Yes.” I say. “It was annoying, it took so much work to make it look nice so I’ve been growing it out.”

“You look better without it.”

“I thought guys liked girls who had fringes. Doesn’t it make them more approachable?”

“You think you’re intimidating without?”

“No, I don’t think I’m ever intimidating, unfortunately.”

He seems to consider this. “Maybe not. You wish you were?”

“I wish I was an entirely different person with a completely different set of traits, honestly.” I blurt out, and it makes him laugh. “Like what?”

“One of the main ones being that I wish I was able to tell people what I really thought about them.”

“Who would you tell? Marnie I bet.”

“Yeah, sometimes.” 

“Who else?”

I sigh. “So many people, I wouldn’t even know where to begin. I feel like I’ve never told anybody what I really feel about them. Ever. Do you think that’s pathetic?”

“What do you think about me?” 

A zing shoots up my body from where his leg is touching mine. “Well, I don’t know you very well. I couldn’t make a judgement.” 

“That’s a lie.” He says. “You made a hundred judgements of me before we even knew each other.”

“Well okay, I thought that you were arrogant and mean and full of yourself, and that you were purposefully trying to tear down my art to make yourself look better…”

“Right, nice. And now?”

“Now I… I suppose I think you’re alright. I came around.”

Slowly, he leans in towards me with his gaze fixed to mine and my entire belly erupts in butterflies. I lean backwards into the cushions of the sofa very aware of how easy it would be for him to kiss me…

But he doesn’t. He just puts his glass onto the table again, but I’m certain he can read my racing thoughts through my eyes, either that or hear the way that my heart is banging in my chest because his brow curls curiously when he passes back over again and leans back into his seat. 

There’s something about the way that he looks at me that isn’t like the way anybody else has ever done it. It’s like there’s something in his gaze… or missing from it perhaps. It’s so hard to put my finger on the strange, heightened feeling I get when I’m around him, something that makes my pulse quicken and the blood rush through my body, but it isn’t in the same way that I’m used to feeling around other people.

I clear my throat. “Well, what about me then? What did you think about me when you met me and what do you think about me now?” 

“When I saw you first I thought you were hot, and now, I still think you’re hot.” He sits back waiting to see what I think about that. 

“Thank you.” I say, beginning to fidget more and more now as he seems to become more still. “So did you really mean what you said back in that pub, that you’d choose me if you had to?”

“Yeah. Did you think I was lying?”

“Well yeah, I kind of assumed it was a wind-up.”

He rests his forehead on his fist. “Do you really not know that you’re good looking?”

“You’re not really meant to say whether you think you are or not.” 

“Why not?”

“‘Cause it’s arrogant.” 

“So you have to wait for someone else to tell you, is it?”

“Sure.”

“Well, you’re hot, so there.”

I blush, my palms are sweaty now and I clench them by my sides where I hope he won’t see them, and he does that thing again, the thing he did on New Year’s Eve, where he lets his eyes run down my body slowly and then back up again and some sort of explosion happens inside me. I know that he can see the way that my shoulders are moving with my breath, there’s no way that he can’t, my feelings are written all over me. 

He lets out this low laugh. “Do you want me to start kissing you now?” He asks me. 

I swallow. “Yeah.”

Slowly, he leans in close and closes the gap between us by catching my lower lip between his and eases me back into the soft couch cushions behind me. My breath shudders against his lips, and carefully I run my hands up his arms and interlace them around his neck. His breath warms my cheek as he presses me further into the cushion. He’s sweet, like the vodka tonics he’s been drinking all evening and I like the way that it tastes. My hands start to tangle in his hair as his hands slowly roam my body, down the sides of my ribs and my hips and resting there, and I’ve all but forgotten we’re in a public place until he draws away from me suddenly and the bar comes back into focus behind him. 

“Happy?” He says, and I nod.

“Good. Can I do it again?” 

“Uh huh.”

Then he slides a hand behind my neck and he does. 

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Referring to your recent post, would love to see some of the fun things you’ve bought! You have the best taste 😊

Aw thank you.

So the main categories of things have been home stuff and fashion stuff. I do have a tag (of course) but haven't posted everything so to summarize...

Home stuff

Living room: The swan table (an icon, a queen, the inspiration for the room), the insane green velvet chair (we love her, gotta keep it eclectic), snake rug (hiss hiss), a fundamentally impractical sofa (Ikea, concessions had to be made somewhere. I'm going to restuff to make it look more fluffy and expensive). I'm keeping my vintage curio cabinet, 1960's referencing 30's circular bar cart, black arched lamp, and big rubber plant. The inspiration is somewhere between this 1930's Thorne miniature room and hummusbird. I need some paintings, a little table for under the window to display a great vase (got this one in ivory, tbc if it's the right size), and some big new throw pillows (I'm thinking dusky pink). Oh also I'm getting a fish to go in the bookcase (I wanted a white Betta but my dad has said that's a bad idea and suggested a gold fish instead).

Kitchen: An oval marble topped cast iron bistro style table. Keeping my black bistro chairs (2x) and will also use 2 of my armless ghost chairs (like these). Likely to get a small floating island to get a little more counter space. Also bought an insane copper kettle ala my man Rajiv recently.

Main bedroom: I've got a new headboard for my bed (this one), I'm getting rid of the wardrobe in there (using the one in the 2nd bedroom) and will replace it with a vintage dressing table and mirror (I do like this one but would rather not spend that given... everything else) to display my great great grandmother's silver mirror, brush, etc. Need some big Euro shams and perpetually looking for a navy woven blanket that's big enough (I want it like, almost duvet sized).

2nd bedroom: Currently is an office / video game room, turning into a proper 2nd bed. I'll use my meh existing bed, need bedside tables, maybe a new desk chair.

Fashion stuff

It's been a lot of big skirts (my love the Prada one, a really full white canvas-y one, this crazy pink one, a beige cashmere Theory one), a set of heavy ribbed tops with high necks in black and browns (for autumn, this is one of them), a few cropped cardigans (can't find any specific ones that I've bought right now, but short enough to wear with the skirts), a totally sheer cream colored top (that is proving surprisingly versatile already), two cheap Zara wrap vests that I'm waiting to arrive (one in cream and one in black, we'll see the quality when they get here), a Victorian gold charm bracelet (+ a charm of a monkey holding a pearl), a pair of really gorgeous silver and mother pearl earrings from the 50s, some rag and bone soft leather mules, some baby blue Mary Janes, and a set of tiny kitten heels that I really like but am not sure I'm keeping (they're a little narrow but I think I could stretch them). I think there's more but if I think too much about it I'll be stressed (rip my budget). Pro tip: Laura Riley has an incredible fashion newsletter that rounds up what's new and what's on sale -- I've gotten almost everything I've bought on 50%+ off.

#the sofa is the gransel natural with no arms #yes you heard right #no arms #the gold fish is because i kill things #also bettas are apparently too high level for me #(my dad had a tropical fish breeding situation in his youth something i only found out last week) #so anyway RIP my budget #truly been a few weeks #gonna be a monk after this #batch cooking and sitting at home with my crocheting #and of course i will post photos once it's all in place #just waiting for the old things to be collected #I'm like... it's all making me feel more like myself and everyone says this is a period of change #ill find out more about myself #blah blah (I know they're right but like... i would rather have been happy and simply not known lol) #so i am trying to give myself a kittle ~grace~ with this #after all what is the point of money if not to spend it #oh also i need a grey big skirt for fall #then I'm basically done #maybe a black one too... #s shops

[sassygwaine]

Jasmin and nutmeg! 💖

jasmine ⇢ do you have a movie or book you loved but will never watch/read again?

ohhhh boy this is a great question

as above so below for movie. watched it after clubbing with friends, got back to their apartment, took some edibles. my friend fell asleep and i was tunnel-vision crossfaded at 3am staring at this fucking movie. gripping, terrifying, the RELIEF i felt when they got streetside i think i blacked out after that. the car is burned into my brain. anyway never ever again. (also for context of Why i watched the descent and had to turn it off like fifteen minutes in and take a klonopin underground is not my friend)

for books, i love of mice and men. i read it so quickly and i cried so fucking hard at the end and it has stuck with me all my life, but i don’t think i could read it again. likewise all quiet on the western front. we had to read it in 10th grade and it saved me from the military propaganda pipeline i was heading down.

nutmeg ⇢ how’s your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?

it’s a bit of a hodge podge atm! our condo was built in 2018 and has cold and questionable modern finishes, and the furniture we have is a mix of unassuming modern/industrial and vintage. both my partner and i collect art and tchotchkes, so we’ve got a ton of stuff on the walls and fun carpets. it is a large project to decorate an entire home how you want it, so mostly we go bit by bit and make one space really jazzy before we move on to the next. assorted thematic adjectives: eclectic, nerdy, warm, homey, cozy

this is the most recent update to my desk area in our office

#ty!! <3 #asks

[thesistersarcheron]

bamboo, aloe-vera, and nutmeg for the ask game? 🌼🌻🌷🌼🌹🌸🌻🌷 ( ps these flowers are for you <3 )

Do you change into a different outfit when you get home?

Yes. I have to wear business casual to work, so I hop right out of those pants and into leggings and a sweater when I get home! Feyre has great taste and she’s done a lot of great things, but wearing this exact outfit out and about as a government official is the best. She’s the hero I deserve.

What’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?

I cannot tell you how much I love sitting in fields. It’s just spectacular. Running your fingers through the soft grass, braiding dandelions into crowns, turning your face into the warm sunshine, smelling the sweet, cool earth…

I went to a summer camp that was really focused on slow living, so I took archery lessons in the most picturesque field beside the barn where they kept lambs and puppies. Literally—lambs and puppies. There was even a little stream running through that made the prettiest sounds. Between rounds, I got to just lay in the field and soak in the sun.

Currently, I live somewhere where that’s just not possible. I could go to a park, but they’re horrifically crowded. So someday, I want to own a little house with a yard and a privacy fence so I can spend all the time I want in the quiet sunshine.

How’s your room/home decorated? Do you have a specific theme or style going on?

I’d say it’s “former art school student turned librarian finally gave into the mid-century modern craze” eclectic. My nightstand is a vintage sewing cabinet that I restored last year. I tore out my closet, painted it “Rossetti pink,” and made it my little writing nook full of art and books. I only buy carpets that look like someone ate a family size bag of Skittles and then puked them all up. I tried - really, really tried - to keep my bedding neutral, but I’m a quilter who is chronically chilly, so I have no less than three quilts with different color schemes on my bed at all times. I have a gallery wall that’s mostly prints from the 1940s-60s that I tore out of the magazines and books my grandma left me when she passed.

I bought a beige couch once, and looking at it every day killed something inside of me.

#i really really try to keep my decor neutral to calm my anxiety but then my little goblin brain sees a pretty piece of depression glass 🤷‍♀️ #jewel tones 4evr #also thank you for the flowers 💕 #that’s very sweet!!! #answered #anonymous

[light-lanterne]

abelia and nutmeg for the ask game <3

hi !! how are you ? :O allow me to apologise in advance for the massively lacklustre answers i have for the questions you picked >.< i am incredibly uninteresting x.x

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abelia — do you have a particular piece of jewelry you always wear or can’t part with?

unfortunately no u.u i never quite liked the sensation of anything around my neck or in my earlobes (my hair would always get stuck in my earrings), and while i always wanted to try out rings, my fingers are too thin for standard sizes and they would always fall off (same with bracelets and watches) x.x

nutmeg — how’s your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?

there's no real decoration in my entire apartment tbh :( it's a very small place and my dad had a lot of stuff (tools, gadgets and documents), so up until last year every surface and wall was covered in storage. we cleaned up a lot last year, but there are very few decorative elements around since we haven't had the chance to get anything pretty like plants or cushions or stuff. as for my room, it's more of the same story. we had a lot of boxes full of stuff in there last year and they're gone now, but we haven't replaced them with anything yet. plus, i technically share with my mom so there's not a lot of room for personal expression since our styles don't match up at all x.x (she's all modern whereas i prefer vintage and eclectic/whimsical vibes). i do have a little shelf that i made look like an enchanted forest of sorts, though. and a halloweenie corner. i also have a bunch of fairy statuettes and books that i have spread around the house to give it a little bit of life so there's that too ~ (oh, and my plushies. i've put them all over the place because they're cute and pretty and they make me happy). but yeah. no theme or style whatsoever x.x

sorry again for being so boring u.u anyway, hope your day is going well ~ thanks for the ask !!!

#💕 #💌 #🧸

[allthingsfook]

helloooo could i possibly get a ship from u? :) i’ve been seeing ur posts and they r so extremely cute omg.. keeping this anon, obvi LOL

i’m 5’2 (she/her), i have extremely long, black hair, brown eyes and naturally tan skin. i love the palazzo pant, tiny tank top look with big earrings!! gold is my jewelry of choice :)

i keep my hair long because i dance hula & tahitian! dance is truly my first love. besides dancing, i’m a self-proclaimed gym rat & i love lifting heavy.. my favorite day is leg + glute day 🫣 i also love to crochet, knit and bake! i also have a really bad shopping addiction lol. aaaandddd i have a mini dachshund named oscar who has my entire heart <3

i’m generally really shy & awkward when you first meet me, but you’ll def know when i’m comfortable w you when i literally never stop talking/cracking jokes. i like going to get silly (alcoholic) drinks with my friends and all around just hanging out. i like to think i glow the brightest during the spring & summer time bc i gravitate towards my bed during winter (i love the warm sun!!). i’m always open to listening to new music & i think i definitely broadened my horizons in the past 5 years.

i also recently graduated from college with a bachelors in psychology & am looking to apply to masters programs in counseling starting fall 2024! i aspire to be a licensed marriage & family therapist :)

thank you so much <3333

Thank you so much! This blog has basically turned into a ship blog 😂😂

I got mixed vibes while reading your blurb, but my heart says….

Josh 🍃🥝💚

First off, I think your free spirit, modern hippie vibe would attract him. In a room full of blonde VSCO girls (i have no idea what the 2023 term for those are 😂), you’d pull his attention!!! When he gets enough liquid courage to introduce himself to you, he’d be genuinely intrigued by all your interests and future plans!!

When you tell him about hula and Tahitian dancing, he’d scooch to the edge of his seat and listen intently. Over and over again, the boys say Josh is a worldly guy. He’d love to learn more about that culture, music and form of dance. Once you get to know each other better, he’d most certainly ask for a private dance in a cheeky sort of way 😂

Josh is certainly attracted to a woman who takes care of herself. Now that doesn’t necessarily mean skinny, because I’m convinced he loves a little curvier girl. Lucky for him you really do be working that 🍑

Josh would appreciate your creative outlets, and encourage you to gift them to your loved ones around the holidays. I can see the two of you baking together in the winter. You’d be tossing unmeasured ingredients into the bowel and josh would be glued to the recipe. “Wait, how much sugar did you put in?” He’d question with concern. You’d just shrug your shoulders and tell him that you measure with your heart! And when your dessert is done baking, he’d agree that straying from the recipe paid off!

As eclectic as Josh can be in areas of his life, his wardrobe is falling short 😂 At least from what we see. Please drag that man to a vintage or thrift store and spice his closet up! I get the sense he’d be uncomfortable in some bold options but with your reassurance and compliments he’d grow to like them! Let’s not forget Oscar!!!! I picture Josh sorta being like the dad that doesn’t wanna get a family dog, but the kids convince him and then they are like best friends in a few months 😂 Josh will be a little apprehensive of a dog at first, not because he doesn’t like them or doesn’t want one, I think it’s just a huge adjustment and responsibility. Give him a month or so and he’ll be bringing toys and treats home left and right, rolling around on the floor with him, and taking up the whole bed to cuddle with Oscar.

Honestly your shy, inverted demeanor when your first meet Josh might be perceived as refreshing! After all, he spends a lot of time around people who recognize him and wanna chat his ear off! I think he’d like a girl he had to chase after a little bit. When you finally let him in and things are going steady, the fact that the both of you are so similar would make your relationship effortlessly fun.

I think Josh thrives in the sunny months as well. He’d admire your glow and beauty in those seasons; calling you his summertime sweetheart💛

Having such a diverse taste in music is important if you are with Josh, otherwise your brain would be drowned out with shit you’ve never heard of. And while you do have a broad taste, Josh probably still will do exactly that. His taste in music is everything BUT mainstream. He’d definitely introduce you to a lot more!

Lastly, he would be so proud of your educations. Proud and attracted. As I have mentioned before, he definitely likes a woman with a head on her shoulder and someone who can carry an intelligent conversation. I don’t believe for a second he would enjoy someone who just always agreed with his opinions; if anything he’d want someone to challenge him just to engage in a healthy debate. Psychology 100% intrigues Josh, so I think he’d really enjoy talking with you about various psych topics; picking your brain for hours on end.

Well, I think that sums it up! I hope to hear back from you on how accurate you think the ship was! Even if it isn’t your lane, I still like to hear. The great part of his fandom is most people love all the boys!!! Here’s a little collage and song ship just for you!

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CHANGE ME CHAPTER ONE:

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1279

Hi guys! This is Chapter one of CHANGE ME! I’m so excited to share this with ya’ll and if you want to see where I write, follow me on wattpad @myrealities_

I also will post songs along with the chapters that fit the story! I really hope you enjoy!🤍

Hurricane, Utah...the open land of deserts, mountains, and clean, fresh air. Also, where I have officially arrived, after nineteen long and treacherous hours of non-stop driving, the only exceptions being stops for gas and an occasional restroom break.

I cracked my neck as I listened to my music blaring through the speakers, bobbing my head to the beat as I passed a large, brown sign that said...in bold, "Welcome To Hurricane". Grinning from ear to ear, I eagerly, and not-so-lightly, stepped on the gas as I floored past.

    I was sick of driving, and rightfully so. I had been driving for nineteen hours and my tailbone was to the point of being numb to the touch. But, I continued the drive for another thirty minutes before I pulled into an older but polite-looking apartment complex. I examined it out my window and my excitement came right back.

   This is where I would be living officially for the first time by myself. Even in college, I still lived at home so this was a brand-new experience.

The complex was a nice and humble cream color. The brick walls made it take on more of a vintage look and the mahogany rafters added to the unique and eclectic feel.

  Along with the niceness of the place, I expected to pay a pretty penny for it, but surprisingly, for as small the town is, rent in these complexes isn't that high. Unless I'm some blubbering tourist in the gift shops downtown so I didn't need to worry about breaking my bank account.

  Overall, it seemed like a good place to stay! I was near society with things like restaurants and shopping, but just 10 miles out, I would be surrounded by a state park.

Without another thought, I pulled myself out of the car and took a long deep breath. The air was dry and the early summer sun enveloped my body with a comforting warmth. A warmth that spread throughout my body and made my eyes feel heavy like they were coming from a blanket fresh from the dryer.

Texas sure didn't feel like this...

"God. That was too long. Way too long to be in a damn vehicle..." I muttered to myself popping my back as I slammed the door of my car shut.

    I went to the main building of the complex and got the key to my apartment. I was happy and relieved to hear that I lived on the first floor, instead of trying to haul my belongings upstairs that I was sure to fall and die on.

I made my way to the building I was going to be staying in and got to the front door.

Standing there for a moment, this newfound anxiety washed over my body like a tidal wave. Sighing, I shook off the feeling and turned the key. It unlocked non-surprisingly and with concealed excitement, I opened the door.

It was dark. All the lights were off and everything was still.

I turned on the living room light and breathed in the stale, stagnant air of the room.

Looking around, I had my living room, which was just more of a chair and tv spot, and across from that, was my kitchen. It was small, but I didn't need much since it was just me there. I had room for my table and a nook for a small pantry. Moving down the hall, was a door that led to my washer and dryer. But alas; at the end of the hall, was my room.

   It was the largest room in the entire apartment. It was the size of my living room and kitchen combined. In the center of it though, was my bed I hired movers to set it up before I arrived since I had no room for the large piece of furniture in my car.

Along with my bed, my dresser was already placed on the opposite side of the room, and my bedside table sat in the corner waiting to be moved along with four or so boxes.

Now your probably wondering where my bathroom is...

Connected to the right of my bedroom, was a decent-sized bathroom as well. With a normal sink, shower, and toilet, it was nothing special but there was no reason for me to have an extravagant bathroom.

   Once I was done examining my new living quarters, I went back to my car to bring in the rest of my boxes. As I grabbed one, a somewhat large, older woman from her patio called for my attention,

"Now I'd know Id recognize a young pretty face if I'd seen it...yours is new...what brings you?" She asked with a raspy laugh as she took a hit from her cigarette.

Taken aback by the sudden question, and kinda being put on the spot, I set my box down and placed my hand on my hips squinting up at the setting sun,

"Well, ma'am... I guess you could say I'm looking for something... along with time away from things back home, and maybes find answers to some questions I have." I said with a smile.

The woman nodded her head slowly in approval, taking one last final drag from her cigarette before stomping it out. "You got some deep words Ms."

I chuckled at her response and looked down at my feet,

"Ha, well thank you ...it was nice to meet you, ma'am, my name is Y/N the way! If you ever need anything my door is open!" I said genuinely.

A sharp bark of laughter erupted from the woman as she waved me off and shakily stood up from her lawn chair,

"Thanks, sweets. Names Pat, and same to you." She said as she hobbled back inside without another word or a glance back.

With a sigh of, 'I guess that's my new normal', I picked up my box and brought it inside.

    Once I was done unloading, I began to move around my furniture and set up my bed.

   As I finished, I laid flat on my back like a starfish with all my empty boxes sprawled out around me beginning to feel the tiredness in my body.

I picked up my phone lazily and looked at the time. It was 12:42 am. Closing my eyes I let out a groan of exhaustion. I was so caught up in unpacking, I had lost track of time. I had been up for almost 24 hours at this point and hadn't eaten in 14 of those hours. So grabbing some clothes, and putting them on my bathroom counter, I jumped in the shower and washed off all the sweat and grime from the long day's work.

    Once I was done, I brushed my teeth and jumped into bed forgetting about my underlying hunger.

At this point, I was too tired to care.

No.

I was utterly exhausted...

and the best feeling was to lay in my freshly made bed, in my new apartment, in Utah.

Yep. It was a drastic change but... I was okay with that.

I was ready.

As I lay there, my eyes grew heavier and heavier and the only thing I could think about before losing consciousness was,

'I was here. I was in Hurricane.'

I really hope you enjoyed! I’ll be posting pt. 2 soon!

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[tortoisebore]

what do you think the girls and regulus would study?

these guys are characters that i don’t feel like i know as intimately so bear with me here i’m just spitballing

reg is a tough one i genuinely have no idea what he’d want to do & idk if he would either. in a world where he did eventually get to leave home and make his own decisions, i think he’d either pursue something that helps other people (social work, maybe a public defender, etc.) or something purely selfish that he just thinks he would like and be fulfilled by (like….idfk what if he went to culinary school or something) (or maybe music school bc he grew up playing violin or cello & found he enjoyed it outside of his parents’ expectations)

ugh i feel like lily could go a million places too. i like her as a lit/english major bc i think she’d be a lot like remus in that her childhood was a little lonely and books kept her company. but i also love the idea of corporate titan lily running shit and being In Charge. or like being a partner at a law firm or something. like that’s hot & i think she would be a great leader & her employees would love her idk. now that i’m talking ab it Hot Businesswoman Lily is rly doing it for me

marlene is an artsy girlie!!! she has impeccable style!!! and amazing taste!!!! of course she’s a graphic designer!!! she comments on font choices on the menu at every restaurant. she takes pictures of albums at the record store for design inspo instead of buying them. she has a subscription to a vintage advertising site and wins free old posters & plasters them all over her walls. she hates the idea of working for an agency so she finds some hole in the wall business to design for in-house after graduation (no of course i am not projecting) (not even a little)

i love literature girlie dorcas. i think she’d be a really phenomenal writer and have a book of poetry and short stories published by the time she got to college. like she’s been hired by local musicians & bands to write songs for their new albums. she performs at poetry readings at a little bookstore a few blocks from campus & her gf records it and posts it to tiktok, where she has several thousand followers & shares drabbles & new poems & updates about her next book. none of us are as cool and interesting and talented as dorcas & we just have to be okay with that

i feel like i know the least about mary than anybody else in this list ugh. in my head she’s extremely eclectic with her personal style & would either go to fashion school or just say fuck it & start her own line while getting a business degree. like maybe she’s got her line as a side hustle that she wants to be her full time gig eventually, but in the meantime she’s getting a BA in marketing & then a masters in business so she knows how to make it successful

#u ask tortoise answers #anon #my hcs are so specific #i feel like the majority of university aus i read follow a similar formula #so idk #tortoise writes a novel ab an ask for no reason

[katbrando]

[ questions from this post ]

101-110 - FUTURE

🌟 Are you engaged/would you get engaged? Describe/Show a picture of your ring.  we aren't.. not yet anyway :))) we've been together for less than a year and it feels really early to make that move but i think we both definitely think about it anyway.. i feel like he'd be the one to propose and i'm sure he'd plan something big and special

🌟 Are you married/would you get married? Describe/Show the aesthetic of your wedding. nope, and i'm not sure! personally i'm not the biggest fan of marriage, specifically the whole performative ceremony thing ?? in theory it's very cute but the idea of being in front of people while i'm saying my vows and talking so intimately to him is Scary to me.. but if we get married then i would want it to be a very small gathering of just close friends/family, not really fancy at all.

🌟 What does your ideal home look like together?  eclectic, warm, cozy, lots of neutral shades with pops of color thrown in, accent walls with vintage wood paneling, healthy and thriving plants everywhere, LOTS of natural sunlight, it's tidy but still full of little knick knacks that we've collected over the years.. there's a constant feeling of comfort and safety, it smells Amazing all the time despite the pets, several polaroids that we've taken are lining the shelves in frames, little sticky-note love notes are still hanging around in various hiding places either because they've been forgotten or we don't like to throw them away, there's always a record playing in the living room.. it's literally perfect

🌟 Do you have/want kids? If not, would you have/want pets?  we do Not want kids LOL... we do, however, have/want pets! currently we have just his bearded dragon but we'd love to get a cat, and maybe a couple geckos and a snake 🥺 we love animals so so so much

🌟 If you have/want kids or pets, how would you name them?  diego's beardie is lovingly named anguirus, i've already told him that if/when we get a cat its name will be oliver.. we don't know on the others, we figure a name will present itself to us eventually when we get a new pet

🌟 If you could give advice to yourselves when you started, what would you say to each other?  get over yourselves HFKLDSHGDS.. for me: calm down, trust your heart this time, let him in and allow yourself to fall for him because the faster you do the quicker you'll be in his arms 🥰 and for him: go easy, don't overwhelm her with your desires, be Patient and Understanding, things will turn out just fine

🌟 What do you look forward to the most in the future of this relationship? as of right now (december 1st '22) i'm looking forward to new years :)) also our birthdays, though his is pretty far away LOL.. basically i guess i'm excited to go through special days of the year with him

🌟 How long do you think you’ll be together? How long do you want to be together?  ✨forever✨ ... who knows! i like to think we're in it for the long haul, it's extremely rare that i develop feelings for someone so there's definitely something very special and long-lasting here

🌟 Do you think you’ll continue to self-ship with them for a while? y e s LOL i anticipate it going on for a while, i had a previous f/o that i essentially self-shipped with for around 5 or 6 years (the self-ship community was not as open and visible back then as it is now) and he was not nearly as fleshed out as diego is in my mind now.. honestly this is The Most i've ever felt for a fictional character 🥺 he is so stinkin special to me

🌟 In real life, are they someone you wish would be your partner? YEAH HFDJKSGS 100% no question.. i love him dearly

#dinokat #modern au #nooooooo i'm out of questions 😔 on the hunt for ask games now /j #or just lists of questions i'll answer on my own without being asked HFDSKJ bc this has been my nightly self-care

[muserepeats]

Hi! Orchid & Nutmeg 💕

Hi! TY for the ask. 🥰

orchid ⇢ what’s a song you consider to be perfect?

Already answered, but I’ll add another selection!

Two Weeks by FKA Twigs delivers a vibe few others songs do. NGL have used it to inspire some smut writing.

nutmeg ⇢ how’s your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?

Hard to pinpoint an exact style but I’d like to say my apt is eclectic and lush? I have a lot of wicker, cane, dark woods, mauve-y velvet and tropical plants, plus a few modern pieces so it feels fresh. A handful of travel purchases that are special to me. ❤️

I don’t like to spend a lot of money on things but I want unique pieces, so I’m big on finding a vintage furniture steal (FB marketplace is great if you give yourself the time to hunt) or an IKEA hack. (I gold leafed a Vittsjo shelf and it took 16 hours but was worth it.)

But home is always a WIP!

#ask games #TYSM it’s so fun

[barnesafterglow]

nutmeg <3

nutmeg - how’s your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going?

listen. when you’re two broke college kids the theme is: cheap and available. now what i want my house to be is very eclectic/vintage and my fiancé doesn’t care as long i’m happy so when the housing market in america finally crashes i’ll get that <3

get to know me :)

#remi <3 #tiff answers #ask game

[gingrrfrog]

do you have a moodboard for nomin & yeji’s house? :>

i do! but it’s not as detailed and it’s emphasizing very much the “mood” part of the mood board

I want their home to be more eclectic on the inside with yejin being an artist and being more comfortable with color blocking and combos

There’s a lot of vintage inspiration in her work and in her decor so that’s why there are some photos that look like they’re from the 80s 🤠👍

the outside is very much boring because i couldn’t really figure what house i wanted but whatever there it is use ur imagination for their front and backyards :d hdjwjdksn

#noir asks #im going to be late for work i will continue this when I’m done 🤠🫡

[woodenstreetbedset]

Elevate Your Space: A Guide to Decorating Your Home with Wall Frames

Decorating your home with wall frames is a timeless way to add personality, style, and warmth to any space. Whether you prefer a minimalist aesthetic or a more eclectic vibe, wall frames offer endless possibilities for customization and creativity. In this blog post, we'll explore various tips and ideas for incorporating wall frames into your home decor to create a visually stunning and cohesive environment.

Plan Your Layout: Before diving into hanging frames on your walls, it's essential to plan your layout. Consider the size and shape of your walls, the furniture arrangement in the room, and the overall aesthetic you want to achieve. You can opt for a symmetrical arrangement with frames evenly spaced apart, a gallery wall with an eclectic mix of frames, or a linear arrangement for a more modern look. Use painter's tape to map out your design on the wall before committing to nail holes.

Choose a Theme or Color Scheme: To create a cohesive look, select a theme or color scheme for your wall frames. This could be based on your existing decor, such as matching the frames to your furniture or accent colors, or it could be inspired by a particular theme, such as nature, travel, or vintage vibes. Consistency in frame style and color can tie the room together and make a bold statement.

Mix and Match Frame Styles: Don't be afraid to mix and match different frame styles for added visual interest. Combining frames of varying sizes, shapes, and materials can create a dynamic focal point on your walls. Consider incorporating a mix of classic wooden frames, sleek metal frames, and ornate frames to add texture and dimension to your space.

Create a Gallery Wall: Gallery walls are a popular trend that allows you to showcase your personal style and creativity. To create a gallery wall, start by selecting a variety of artwork, photographs, and other decorative items that reflect your interests and personality. Arrange the pieces on the floor first to experiment with different layouts before hanging them on the wall. Mix in mirrors, shelves, and other decorative elements to add depth and visual intrigue.

Play with Scale and Proportion: When hanging wall frames, consider scale and proportion to create a balanced composition. Larger frames can anchor the space and serve as focal points, while smaller frames can be used to fill in gaps and add visual contrast. Experiment with different arrangements until you find the right balance that complements the size of your wall and the furniture in the room.

Add Personal Touches: Incorporating personal touches into your wall frames can make your home feel truly unique and special. Display family photographs, artwork created by loved ones, or cherished mementos to add a personal touch to your decor. Mix in quotes, typography, or DIY artwork for an extra dose of personality and warmth.

Consider Functionality: While aesthetics are important, don't forget to consider the functionality of your wall frames. Ensure that the frames are securely anchored to the wall, especially if you live in an earthquake-prone area or have small children or pets. You can also use frames with built-in shelving or hooks to double as storage for keys, sunglasses, or other everyday essentials.

Conclusion: Decorating your home with wall frames is a versatile and creative way to infuse personality and style into any space. Whether you prefer a cohesive gallery wall or an eclectic mix of frames, the key is to have fun and experiment with different arrangements until you find the perfect look for your home. By following these tips and ideas, you can elevate your space and create a visually stunning environment that reflects your unique taste and personality.

#home decor #wall frames #wall frame designs