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imaginesforeons · 5 months

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Hii since requests are open May I ask if you could write something for yan! Nanami with very scared reader who's just straight up terrified of him and the situation they're in they always hide when they hear him come home shake and shiver whenever he touches then and even vomit from all that stress and fear? If no that's completely okay and feel free to ignore this, thanks a bunch and have a great night/day I love your writing!<33

Sure!! I wrote this, hope it's ok! Also, I will get to the other requests as well, but I had eye surgery a few days ago so it's slow-going. Don't worry though, no-one will be forgotten.

Yandere!Nanami x TouchAvoidant!Reader

~Nanami comes home. You aren't happy~

CW: Past kidnapping. Yandere Nanami. Forced contact but nothing NSFW.

WC: 934

REQS are open. At the top of my page you can see who/what I write for. The more specific your requests the better! :)

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The room that he put you in when he had to leave could only be described as scared to impose. Soft cream walls stared at you from every angle, and an impossibly plush carpet rested beneath your socked feet. Baby blues and minty greens made up the few colors, and they were things like pillows and blankets all of impossible quality. Minky couture and goose down pillows had become your new normal, strewn across the ground and whatever sparse furniture there was, yet nothing else decorated the space. There were no lamps, no paintings, no furniture that wasn’t carefully and thoroughly bolted down; nothing could be used as a weapon. Even the window was welded shut, made of polycarbonate that was impossible to break. You would know, as you’d tried multiple times.

It was a room carefully constructed, a room not meant to impose on the delicate sensibilities of the one in it. It held the same air as a therapist’s office. Or a padded cell.

You shifted, sinking deeper into your chair. Idly you thumbed through your book, but nothing in it caught your interest. You had finished reading it hours ago, but you were too shy to ask him for another, and instead simply left your finished reads on his table to show that you were done. The light shining through your window was turning a burnished gold. It was getting late, which meant soon he would be home. You felt a churning in your stomach at the thought, and gripped your book tighter in your hands, listening to the pages crinkle.

You jumped when you heard the rumble of a car’s engine pull into the drive, then the damning sound of a door opening and closing. Forgotten, the book fell from your hands, hitting the floor. You grabbed a pillow, soft and fluffy, and held it to your chest, trying to create some sort of barrier between you and what was coming.

All too soon, he was there. From across the room you locked eyes, yet before you could say anything he started moving towards you. Your muscles jumped, and it took all you had not to run. It wouldn’t work, you’d already tried.

“How was your day?” Nanami asked as he loosened his tie.

“Fine,” you murmured, casting your eyes down and staring at his feet. When a hand touched your shoulder, you winced, jerking back into the chair as if you tried hard enough you’d bury yourself into it and disappear.

Above you, Nanami sighed. Slowly, he knelt before you, placing himself between your legs and staring up at you in a way that made your skin itch. A large hand wrapped around your calf, unyielding. It didn’t hurt, but you knew it would be impossible to break out of his hold.

“We’ve talked about this,” he murmured. A calloused thumb stroked over the skin of your leg.

You shifted restlessly. “I know.” When his other hand wrapped around your calf, it took all you had not to scream. To anyone else it probably would have felt nice, witht the way he had started to massage it, but it was all you could do to hold in a scream. Instead you brought your legs in, folding them criss-cross beneath your body.

“Most people would love a massage after a long day,” Nanami said.

“Most people aren’t kidnappers,” you snapped back.

Nanami hummed. “I suppose our circumstances are unique.” And then he ran his knuckles across your cheek.

Your skin went electric and you flinched, flailing and trying to jump from the chair. Before you could touch the carpet, a strong pair of arms wrapped around your waist. You froze, and your expression could have been enough to bring any onlookers to tears. The arms shifted, lifting you, squeezing you to his chest.

“Please, Nanami,” you whispered. “Please let me go.”

“Shh,” the man murmured, pressing a kiss against your brow. To you, it felt like a brand.

“Let me go,” you pleaded.

You started to struggle, and though you knew it was a fruitless action, there was nothing left for you to do. Twisting, you writhed in his arms like a snake, but it only made things worse. He held you closer to him, enough that you could feel it when he breathed, and when your shirt rode up your torso from struggling, his large, calloused hand found its way to your naked skin, fingers trailing across it. He made his way to the bed, sitting on its edge with you still in his hold.

“Stop it!” you shouted, pounding your fists against his chest. “I said stop!”

“Listen to me,” Nanami said. He was raising his voice, not out of anger, but in an effort to make himself heard. He wrapped one arm around your torso, holding your arms down, while the other went to your face, turning you to look in his eyes. “Listen to me, dear. The only reason I do this is out of my love for you. Can’t you see that?”

“This isn’t love,” you snarled, angry tears building in your eyes. “You’re delusional!”

“Shh,” Nanami crooned. He pressed his lips to your temple. “I know you don’t like it, but we’re going to stay here until you calm down. One day you’ll understand.”

You kicked uselessly at him, but it only made Nanami hook a leg over yours, pinning you. You sniffled, and felt the first tears coursing down your face. Nanami only held you closer, and started rocking back and forth, a motion that would have been soothing in any other context.

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mountttmase · 8 months

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A Mountain To Climb: The Sequel

Chapter Nine

Note - this chapter might not make total sense unless you’re from the UK so if there’s any parts or things people are confused with please just let me know I’ll be more than happy to explain 🩷 but I hope you enjoy and feedback is appreciated 😘

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 4.7k

Warnings - series will contain fluff, smut and angst

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Running errands day had to be one of your favourite days. Walking round your favourite shops, smelling all the different fabric conditioners and checking out what new snacks they had got you so excited so you made sure you were up and dressed to leave as soon as you possibly could.

You were just putting your shoes on at the bottom of the stairs when the front door swung open, a smiley Mason walking back in through the door and your face changed to one of confusion and soon as your eyes met his.

‘Mase? Why aren’t you at training?’ You asked, standing up so you could slip your hoodie on and he dumped his bag before making his way over to you.

‘Power cut’ he shrugged, pulling you in by your waist so he could place a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. ‘The pitch has frozen over outside and it’s fucking freezing inside so they’ve given us the day off’

‘Oh thats annoying’

‘A little bit, but at least we can spend the day together now. I’m thinking we order breakfast and cuddle for a bit’ he winked before kissing your cheek.

‘No can do. I’ve got errands to run’ you told him, watching the way he dropped his bottom lip but you kissed it away. ‘Why don’t you come with me?’

‘Where are you going?’

‘B&M first, need to stock up in some cleaning supplies and i want to get a new shelf for the shower so that I can’t put my shower gel and bits on. If they don’t have it there I think there’s a home bargains near by. Then I need to pop to dunelm for some pillow cases and paint and then I think there’s a halfords next door so I can grab some more of that screen wash and then sainsburys to top up the food shop’

‘Bloody hell, sounds exhilarating’ he laughed sarcastically and you tapped him on the chest in jest.

‘Fine, you can stay here on your own then’ you winked, moving out of his hold but he pulled you back to him with a huff.

‘Buy me lunch and I’ll come’

‘Deal’

‘And I’m driving’

‘Don’t want much do you?’ you laughed and he shook his head shyly. ‘Go get changed, I don’t need you sticking out anymore than you already do’ you told him and with a quick kiss to your cheek he was running upstairs, changing out of his training gear and into a sweatshirt and some comfy shorts before you both jumped into the car.

‘So what do they sell in B&M? You talk about it all the time but I don’t actually know what it is’ he asked as you eventually pulled into the car park.

‘I mean it’s more like what don’t they sell. Food, home stuff, furniture, toys. It’s like Disneyland for adults’

‘How big is this place?’

‘Massive’ you smiled and he rolled his eyes before covering his face with his hands.

‘Can I stay in here?’

‘No way, come on you’ll love it. I’ll let you push the trolly too’ you told him, batting your eyelashes at him before he silently agreed, getting out the car and following you over to where the trolleys were.

He pushed it around but you kept yourself sandwiched between him and the handle as you first walked in, his body pressed up against yours and you giggled every time he kissed your cheek. It wasn’t long before you got to the confectionery aisle, his eyes lighting up at all the different sweets they had and you chuckled at him as he showed you all the ones he’d never seen with an excited smile.

‘I didn’t even know these existed’ he told you, starting to add them to the trolley already and you wondered if you’d have to step in soon to restrict him. ‘They must import them or something’

‘I didn’t come here for chocolate, Mason’

‘I know, sorry. You go get what you need and I’ll come find you’ he told you, not even looking at you as he looked for what other treats they had to offer but you realised you were going to have to stop him now before it got out of hand.

‘Mason, sweetheart. You know you’re not allowed all of this stuff’ you told him, picking up everything up out of the trolley and you watched as he pouted and held what he had in his hands close to his chest. ‘You can pick three’

‘But baby-‘

‘Mason’ you told him sternly, trying to stay strong as you knew you could quite easily fold at the sight of his pouty face. ‘I’m looking out for you. Your nutritionist will murder you if they find out you’re eating all this stuff’

He knew you were right, but he was still going to sulk about it. Grabbing everything into his arms so he could pick his three favourite before putting the rest back and turning to you with a pout so you pulled him into a hug.

‘Good boy’ you whispered, kissing his lips as he blushed and squeezed your bum gently.

‘Stop it you’ he laughed ‘wait till we get home, then I’ll be your good boy’

‘I look forward to it’ you winked, dragging him and the trolley through the shop and into the cleaning aisle. ‘I’m thinking of changing up the fabric conditioner scent, what do you think?’ You asked, eyes scanning the shelf before opening one up to sniff and passing it to him.

‘I don’t think i have any thoughts about that particular subject’ he told you, taking a sniff before pulling a face like he didn’t like it. He made a point of smelling each one after that before picking his favourite and you popped it in the trolley along with some washing tablets. ‘I didn’t have you down as an ocean escape kind of man’ you teased but he just rolled his eyes at you before helping grab everything else such as dishwasher tablets and washing up sponges.

Mason stayed pretty well behaved until you got to kitchen appliances aisle, trying to convince you that he needed a three in one sandwich toaster and a special machine just for eggs but you knew he’d use them once before they collected dust in the kitchen so you told him no and he scrunched his face up adorably.

‘You wait, I’m gonna come in here on my own and get everything I want so you can’t tell me no’

‘Pretty strong words coming from a man who didn’t even want to come in at first’

‘Well I was young and naive back then’ he laughed, kissing your nose as you smiled up at him, pulling him around the rest of the shop so you could pick up some things for the bathroom and you let him get lost in the toy section, picking out a few things for Summer and Mila for the next time they came around.

You popped into Dunelm next, Mason helping you pick out some paint for your room, paint brushes and some matching cushions before you dashed into Halfords for your screen wash. It was at this time he started complaining he was hungry so you sent him back to the car with the bags, promising to get him his lunch like you said and the giant Greggs sign caught your attention so you ran in to pick him up a few bits.

‘So I wasn’t allowed the chocolate I want but you’re quite happy for me to stuff my face with whatever this is’ he laughed.

‘Greggs is a delicacy’ you told him seriously, passing him a bottle of Pepsi and you watched as he rolled his eyes at the sight of his face on the side of the bottle. ‘Now would you like to see what I got you?’

‘If you must’ he laughed, watching you root around in the bag to find him his things. ‘When I said you can buy me lunch I was hoping I got to pick’

‘Well my tastes are superior to yours quite clearly’ you winked, handing him the pizza first and then a sausage roll and he looked at you like you’d gone insane.

‘This is all beige’

‘Yes, my favourite food colour. But I think you’ll find the pepperoni is red’ you winked and he gave up trying to argue with you, digging in and if you didn’t know any better you’d think he was enjoying it. ‘You ready for cake?’ You asked when you noticed he was all done and he nodded whilst gulping down half of his Pepsi. ‘I got you two to choose from, I’ll have the other’ you told him, pulling out the little bags and peeking inside. ‘So there’s a yumyum in here or Tottenham cake in here’

‘I’m sorry, a what now?’

‘A yumyum or Tottenham cake’

‘You expect me to eat something that has the word Tottenham in it, are you insane?’

‘Hey, it’s nice’ you pouted, passing him the yumyum as you opened your cake up and you saw him peek over to take a look at the pink icing.

‘Maybe you can save me a bit and I’ll try it’ he teased it you made it your mission to eat the whole thing so he couldn’t but you were too full up to finish and he smiled when you offered him a bite. ‘Not bad, we’ll have to call it something else though’

‘Well my dad always used to call it shit cake’ you told him, watching his face turn to a look of surprise as you never mentioned your parents but he smiled warmly at you. Letting you know it was okay to talk about them if you wanted to as he gently took your hand so he could kiss your knuckles.

‘Oh yeah, why’s that?’

‘Cause Tottenham are shit’ you laughed and he nodded enthusiastically at you.

‘Then we must carry on the tradition’ he winked before starting the car up again. ‘So Sainsbury’s then home?’ He asked and you nodded as you got yourself plugged in. ‘I think I’ll get painting straight away when we get in, it’s only the one wall isn’t it? I can try and burn some of this lunch off’ he laughed and you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before you set off.

You were only in Sainsbury’s for 15 minutes or so and you offered to put all of the shopping away so he could get started on painting. By the time you were done he was just under halfway through with painting and you watched from the open doorway with a smile on your face as carried on, blissfully unaware of your presence.

He’d stripped down to just his shorts, his bare back facing you and you let your eyes flicker over him. Your mouth almost watering at the way his muscles danced under his skin with every move of the brush and you hand to hold yourself back from going over to place kisses all over him.

He must of caught you looking out the corner of his eye, doing a double take and looking back at you with a shy smile before laughing and motioning for you to come over.

‘You gonna stand there looking at me all day or are you gonna help?’ He teased but you stayed rooted to the spot.

‘I think I might stay here, I’ve got a pretty good view’ you told him, a sense of triumph washing over you at the way he blushed from your words. ‘I’ll just get changed and I’ll come help’ you told him, changing into an old pair of shorts and a sports bra that you didn’t mind getting messy. His eyes were all over you when you got back, you ignored him though and picked up the small brush so could could start neatening the edges up and with a kiss to your cheek he carried on himself.

The pair of you chatted over the low music in the background, him giving you his opinion on your thoughts for the room and making plans to pick up the last of your stuff before you had to give your keys back. It didn’t take that much longer for you to finish and you didn’t know what came over you but with your last drop of paint you’d dragged the brush across his chest and down his abs casing him to look at you with his mouth agape.

‘What the fuck’ he laughed, looking down at the mess on his body before dipping his hands into the paint tray and covering them fully. ‘Come here’ he laughed and even though you tried to run away, he backed you into a corner with a devilish smile on his face. You couldn’t do a thing but stand and squeeze your eyes shut and when you felt his wet hands grip your face you gasped in surprise.

He was kissing you right away though, silencing any protests as he trailed his paint covered hands down your neck and the pair of you laughed into each others mouths before pulling back.

‘Don’t mess with me’ he laughed ‘I’ll get you back ten times worse’

‘Noted’ he winked before dropping another light kiss on your lips.

‘We best go get cleaned up, I’ll get the shower going and then we can make some dinner’ he told you, leaving you to quickly tidy up the paintbrushes before joining him.

‘Bloody hell, Mase. I’m covered’ you laughed as you caught sight of yourself in the mirror. Paint all down your cheeks and neck and you picked your phone up to take a quick mirror selfie so you could remember the moment, Masons bare torso in the back as he threw up a peace sign making you laugh.

‘Come on, it’s ready now. I’ll help you get it off’ he offered, both undressing and heading in so you could clean each other off. Once all the paint was washed off of your body he turned you around, grabbing some shampoo and squeezing it onto your hair before starting to massage it in. His fingers were like magic, your knees almost buckling under you as he massaged your head and you hummed appreciatively. ‘How’s that?’

‘Really nice’ you told him, feeling his fingers move to the back of your head and slightly down your neck before heading back round to the top. You didn’t want him to stop but he eventually did, lightly pushing you under the stream of water so he could rinse it out for you. He then picked up your conditioner and brush so he could detangle your hair and you could feel yourself blushing as he looked after you. Eventually turning you around so he could place a quick kiss on your lips. ‘Thank you, Mase’

‘Love you’ he whispered against your lips and you repeated his words back to him before he kissed you deeper, holding your face so you couldn’t move as he walked you back under the running water to help rinse out your hair. You both laughed as the water trickled all over you but you didn’t stop kissing him, his hands sliding all over you back and bum and you tugged on his hair slightly, pulling a low moan from him. ‘Come on trouble, let’s get dry’ he smiled, your heart thudding as you looked up at him. Tiny droplets if water trailing down his face as his warm soft eyes looked right into yours and you couldn’t help but reach up and give him one last kiss.

Once out, he handed you a towel for you hair before reaching to the towel warmer to grab one he’d put on there for you just before you’d come into the bathroom and you smiled as he wrapped the warm fabric around you as he grabbed his own. The mirror was foggy but you attempted to wipe it so you could check all the paint had gone and you smiled when you noticed you were now paint free.

As soon as you were back in the safety of your bedroom, you could see Mason pulling you out some clothes for you to change into and you smiled as he pull out of your favourite comfy tops of his to put on.

‘Baby?’ Mason quietly said once you were fully dressed and you turned to find your boyfriend looking at you shyly, the bridge of his nose a deep red and you raised your brows at him to get him to carry on. ‘Could i dry your hair for you?’

Your heart fluttered at his proposal and you felt all the blood in your body rush to your face as you nodded at him, taking his extended hand so you could sit on the end of the bed whilst he got everything he needed before settling behind you and took your hair out of the towel. He was so gentle, brushing through your hair as carefully as he could before grabbing the dryer.

You couldn’t stop the smile on your face as he dried your hair, being as careful as he could while running his fingers through it to stop it tangling and you couldn’t help but reach out to touch his calf that was next to you so you could trace gentle shapes into his skin. Needing to feel him in some way as everything felt so intimate but you felt your heart race when he turned the dryer off and began section your hair out so he could plait it.

‘You don’t mind, do you?’ He asked but you knew your voice would falter if you tried to speak so you shook your head to let him know it was fine to carry on, blushing even harder as he kissed the back of your head. ‘I’ve been practicing on Summer so I can get it right’ he laughed, carefully weaving your hair into two neat braids before securing it with a hair bobble.

You wanted to look at him so badly so as soon as he was done you shuffled round and his face softened at the sight of you.

‘You’re so pretty’

‘Oh shush’ you laughed but he grabbed your face so he could keep looking at you.

‘No way. Have you looked in a mirror recently? Absolute perfection’ he smiled before he face got more serious. ‘You make me feel so lucky’ his whispered, his thumb stroking your cheek and the tone of of his voice made your eyes sting.

‘Where’s all this coming from?’

‘I’ve just had a really nice day with you. I know we don’t get to do things like this often but every time we do it just reminds me that it’s all worth it, you know? And I love you so much and I love spending time with you. I’m just really happy’

‘I am too’ you gulped, pouting up at him so he would lean down to kiss you, and he placed the most gentle and loving kiss on your lips that made your whole body tingle.

You wanted more of him though, reaching up to hold his neck so he couldn’t pull away as you laid down and pulled him with you. He positioned himself in between your legs but kept his weight off of you so he could pull back ever so slightly.

‘I thought we were going to make dinner’ he laughed against your lips up you shook your head before kissing him softly again.

‘I want you first’ you murmured and your confession made him moan into your mouth as his pressed his hips against yours. ‘You promised to be my good boy when we got back remember’

‘I did’ he laughed, his cheeks flushing almost instantly as he knew what was coming.

Mason loved having his way with you, but you knew secretly he loved you having your way with him even more. The way it always got him riled up when you praised him and all the pretty noises he would make for you told you as much but you always made sure to only bring out his subby side for special occasions so you didn’t overdo it. With how you were feeling about him after your day today though there was nothing more you wanted than you appreciate your man the way he deserved.

‘Go sit up there for me’ you whispered, nodding towards the headboard and with one final kiss he was crawling up the bed to sit where you’d told him to.

Once you were undressed you were making you my way over to him, his wide eyes following you like you’d hung the moon until your fingers landed on the waistband of his boxers and they darkened instantly. You didn’t need to ask him, he lifted his hips for you instantly before helping you straddle his thighs.

All you could think about was his lips on yours and making him feel as good as possible so as he hands come to rest on your thighs you placed yours on his chest before dipping to kiss him instantly.

He was starting to get hard underneath you in no time, moaning into your mouth as you began to rock over him before pulling back and shuffling down his legs so you could see all of him.

‘I want you to touch yourself for me, Masey. Make yourself ready for me’

‘W-what? You mean…?’

You could tell he was nervous and slightly unsure so you took his hand in yours before wrapping it around his length so you could pump him a few times. His eyes flickered shut for a second before you pulled away, leaving him on his own to carry on but he stopped until you leant forward so your face was on line with his.

‘Touch yourself. Show me how good you can make yourself feel before it’s my turn’ you told him lowly and the tiny whimper he let slip soaked you immediately. You knew there was no way you’d be able to watch him get himself off without giving yourself some relief so you bought one leg in, hovering over just the one thigh now before sinking down so you could ride it.

‘Jesus Christ’ he breathed, one hand slowly pumping himself whilst the other griped your hip in an attempt to help you grind you hips down onto his thigh and the intimacy of it all made you tingle. You and Mason weren’t exactly saints in the bedroom but you’d never done anything like this before and the deep blush on his cheeks was telling you just how much he was enjoying himself.

‘Does that feel good, Mase? You look so pretty like that for me’ you murmured, the sounds now pouring from his mouth we’re unholy and it took everything in your power not to grind down on him even harder. But it was true, he was beautiful. His hair a mess, the bridge of his nose a deep red to match his cheeks and the adorable whimpers that were coming from him were driving you insane. You could tell he was hard enough now and you couldn’t wait anymore so you lifted your hips and positioned yourself back in his lap so you could line him up with you.

If there was a moment in time you wish you could freeze it would be this one. The anticipation, the look of lust on his face and the way his eyes were wide as he squeezed your hips as you lowered yourself onto him. He felt delicious as he stretched you out and you knew you wanted to torture him a little bit so when he was fully in you moved your hips as slow as possible.

‘B-baby please. Please go faster’ he mumbled, the bruising grip on your hips only adding to your pleasure and even though you wanted to give into him you also wanted to draw this out for as you could so you tutted at him whilst shaking your head playfully.

‘Nuh uh’ you breathed, your lips littering small kisses all over his cheeks but you ignored his pouty lips. You could tell he wanted to kiss you but you laid no attention to him. ‘Come on Mase, be my good boy and take it’ you breathed, revelling in the way he groaned at your words before his hands traveled down to hold your bum in a tight grip. ‘You feel so good, Mase. You like it when I fuck you like this, don’t you’

‘Y-yes. Fuck yes’ he stuttered, his chest now heaving as he was loosing control. ‘Please kiss me’ he begged and you couldn’t deny you were itching to press your lips to his again.

‘Do you think you’ve earned it?’ You asked, lips by his ear as you trailed them down his neck. The sounds of his shallow breathing really getting you going and you picked up the pace of your hips ever so slightly.

‘Yeah, just please kiss me. I can’t-‘

You cut him off with you lips, moaning into his mouth as soon as you tasted him before his arms wrapped around you even tighter. You were as close as too bodies could be and you could tell by now Mason was close and had been for a while so you pulled back and placed your hands on his shoulders for leverage before moving your hips as fast as you could.

You knew you needed help, knowing Mason was dying to buck up into you so you dropped your eyes, staring right into his dark ones as you smiled at him cheekily.

‘Fuck me, Mase. Come on, finish me off I know you can’ you demanded and that seemed to be all it took. His hands were back on your waist as he manoeuvred you up and down, practically using you at this point but it felt like heaven. Your high hitting you like a truck out of nowhere and the distant feeling of Mason shuddering under your fingertips let you know he was done to.

He pulled you into his arms instantly, his head hidden away in your neck as you both tried to calm down and once you knew he probably was you tried to pull back however he didn’t seem to want to let you, pulling you tighter into him if possible.

‘Mase?’ You laughed, being a bit more forceful this time and whilst you were able to free yourself he was still hiding his face. ‘Hey, what’s wrong?’

‘Nothing’ he laughed, finally looking at you but the deep blush on his cheeks and shy eyes told you everything. He was embarrassed, not because of anything that had happened but more because he’d enjoyed it so much.

‘You good?’ You smiled, watching him kiss your arm before nodding up at you.

‘Perfect’ he smiled before you leant down to kiss him again. ‘You’re absolute insane, do you know that?’

‘In the best way possible though right?’

‘Most definitely’

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laurbiek · 1 year

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I can't stop reading your Hozier imagines! sooooo good😃❤❤ can I please request one where he's always saying that yn is his soulmate (she is, but she doesnt admit it) idk I've been thinking about this concept , and who more deserving than our tall boy? 😍😍

noun: soulmate

a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner.

Andrew had a list of reasons why he believed he had met his true soulmate. He felt so comfortable around Y/N, like it was easier to breathe around her. She was furniture in the house in the best way, a beautiful addition that is right where it belongs, always where he needs it. She fit in every part of his life, like she was part of the puzzle his life will be displayed as. He felt like she was helping him put the puzzle together, she had the image on the front of the box and put the small bits together with a relaxed ere that Andrew could never achieve.

He often tried to tell her this, and she rolled her eyes at his artistic sappiness.

It happened once when he was sick, he had pushed himself too far in the studio and ended up with laryngitis, again. Y/N's heart melted at his sad scratchy voice and his sweater arms pulled over his hands. She plodded up the stairs with a mug of tea with plenty of honey, and pushed open the old, painted door that would often get stuck in the frame. Andrew's head picked up from his pillow slightly, and fell back down after recognizing the figure. Her socked feet continued over the antique hardwood floors that have held up for centuries, and placed the mug on the slightly more modern bedside table next to her resting husband. She pushed his messy hair out off his face and placed a kiss on his heated forehead. Andrew started to lean up, and reached his lithe arm out to grab his mug of extra-sweet tea.

"You're really my soulmate, Y/N", he said, as a thank you.

"Ok, whatever you say" Y/N replied, laughing slightly, thinking him a little dramatic.

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Another time, Y/N was yelling for him from the hallway. He poked his head out of his music room and saw Y/N drop the tool box on the ground next to their bedroom.

"I need help taking this door off, I'm tired of it sticking so I'm taking the paint off "

"You can do that?"

"Yeah, there's a paste that like, dissolves the paint or something"

"Why don't we just, buy a new door?"

"It's been in the house for so long, I would feel bad! And its so beautiful, I just hate that all wood these days is covered in white paint"

Andrew stared at her, he knew she loved old things, but watching her take the time to restore something old and meaningful was so sweet, he appreciated that she shared his love of antiques and vintage items.

"You're my soulmate, you know that?", he added after his pause.

"Yeah yeah. Just be ready to catch the door"

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He helped her set up the door in the garage to be worked on, and often checked on her whenever he took breaks from his music. He liked to bring her drinks, and iced tea (which he found offensive, as an irishman), topped with ice and often, a lemon wedge.

He placed the cold glass on the work bench in the back of the garage, the doors open with a view of the rain pouring outside. Y/N stood in her "messy" clothes, which consisted of a ratty t-shirt that she's kept for years, and paint stained leggings. He watched her slather whatever mysterious liquid she claimed could strip paint on the old door. Andrew walks over to her, and places a small kiss on her shoulder blade while she works.

"Thank you babe", she exclaims, without l looking up from her work.

"Anything for my soulmate"

"Ok, let me know when you find her"

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Andrew closed the door to their bedroom, now nice and lacquered, the beautiful brown wood now free from the paint that trapped it for many years. The antique knob, polished and brassy, felt cold under his hand, and he could feel the latch click through the metal. The room was dark, Y/N having gone to bed an hour or two ago. He turns the TV in front of their bed off, and climbs into bed, tucking the lush covers around him and Y/N.

His arm stretched out to pull Y/N a little closer, his had cradling the back of her head.

"I love you Y/N, you're my soulmate", he says, even though he knows she's asleep.

It's the only time he can say it and have it be treated with the reverence it deserves.

#hozier x reader #hozier fanfic #hozier imagine #hozier #andrew hozier byrne

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desertdollranch · 1 month

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With Courtney joining the doll family, I had to make a place for her in the doll room, which is always a fun challenge to tackle. But I promised Caroline that the next AG doll to move in will take her place on the wall shelves. If that sounds like a punishment, I promise it isn't, because it's definitely an upgrade!

Caroline is one of four dolls who have their own little corner in my living room, furnished with their accessories and furniture. Josefina, Kaya, and Kirsten are the other three.

Longtime readers might remember when I built Caroline's parlor back in March of 2020. Newer readers will not, and maybe this is your first time seeing the parlor. It's modeled after the one in Caroline's original collection, only mine is bigger and more proportional, not to mention cheaper. I spent only about $10 on the supplies. Buying the real deal would cost at least $250.

I've furnished it with little bits and pieces I've either made or found secondhand. Nothing here is from her or any American Girl doll's actual collection.

This weekend I installed some new lace curtains on the window seat, seen at the right of the second picture. I previously had a single curtain with some pretty embroidery on it, but I love the romantic look of the lace and the tassels.

Because I have a bit of space left for it, I also brought in the clothes press!

This is also not AG brand, but a piece my grandpa built for me when I was 8 or 9. It's modeled after Felicity's clothes press from her retired collection. My mom always called it the tea cabinet because that's what she thought Felicity had in her collection, but I only ever used it to store the few doll clothes and accessories I had.

The top part is removable, and until now has been in Kirsten's room to hold her clothes. The bottom half with the drawers has held some of my Calico Critters extras. But with Caroline moving in, I really wanted her to have this gorgeous piece of furniture. Kirsten moved all her clothes into a new wooden trunk, which I'll show once I'm done painting it.

There's plenty of room for Caroline's dresses, even with the additional outfits I've sewn for her.

The top drawer holds her clothing accessories, like her shoes and bonnets. I made two pairs of her stockings and a pair of gloves. Her ice skates are also here. And the bottom drawer has her non-clothing accessories, all of which I've made, including her carpet bag, lantern, slate, lunch bag, and her father's ledger.

#caroline abbott #caroline's collection #caroline's parlor

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putellas11 · 2 years

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A/N: This fic is little bit inspired by one of my favorite scenes from The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button. I hope this can bring everyone a little bit happiness after the devastating result yesterday. Hope you enjoy!

All We Have Is a Mattress (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

When Alexia asked you to move in with her, you said yes without hesitation. When the time came to pick out a place, the decision was easy. Everything else, however, proved much more difficult than you could have ever imagined. It turns out that busy and erratic schedules make it nearly impossible to get settled in a new home.

Despite having officially moved in together two months ago, there has not been a single discussion on what color to paint the walls, or what kind of furniture to buy. Days will go by and occasionally one of you will suggest getting a coffee table or a sofa, but that’s all it turns out to be— a suggestion. That’s why the only piece of furniture you have is a mattress that was dropped right on the living room floor.

Alexia, who is always exhausted from playing football and traveling, has very little interest in debating the difference between Cloud White and Chantilly Lace. And then there’s you, who spends all day going over financial reports, making the impossible happen with a budget you do not have. When you get home from work, the last thing you want to do is read an instruction manual for a coffee table. You’d much rather pour yourself some wine and cuddle up with Alexia on the mattress.

It seemed like this would go on forever, but then Alexia invited you to dinner one night with a few of her teammates. You don’t remember exactly how the topic came up in the conversation, but all of the sudden Mapi turned to you and asked the million-dollar question.

“When are we having a party at your new place?”

Alexia stopped mid sip, frozen with a glass of wine in her hand. You looked at her for backup, but it was clear she had no explanation or excuse for not even having a bed frame.

Thankfully, you were quick on your feet.

“We decided to completely renovate the kitchen, so it might be a little while before we can have a party.”

When you returned to your unfurnished home that night, the two of you agreed that something had to be done. Fortunately, Alexia was scheduled to have three days off to rest, and that would hopefully be enough time to get a proper bed frame or at the very least, hang up a painting.

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DAY 1

After a very heated debate, Alexia gives in and agrees to paint the walls Cloud White over Chantilly Lace. She was adamant on the two colors being exactly the same and you strongly disagreed. So, you had no choice but to present a very elaborate and persuasive argument that seemed to have no end in sight. Alexia stood no chance.

You’ve been struggling to open the same tin of paint for the last five minutes when you finally admit defeat.

“Babe, can you open this for me, please?”

A very amused Alexia kneels by your side, “of course, mi amor.”

She’s wearing a tight, black tank top decorated with little splotches of white paint. You can’t help but gawk when she flexes the muscles in her arms to crack open the tin can with ease.

“Thank you,” you breathe out, unaware that you were holding your breath, “you’re pretty good at that.”

Alexia gives you a smirk and leans in, “I’m good at a lot of things,” she says, her lips brushing against your own with every word.

One quick peck on the lips turns into a lot more and Alexia’s hand teases its way under your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin. You gather the little willpower you have a left and with your palm on her chest, gently push her way.

“Ale, we still haven’t finished painting."

It’s like your words go in though one ear and out the other because she leans in again. Before she can reach, you place a finger on her lips to stop her.

“Focus, Putellas.”

“I am focused,” she says with a look that you know to mean nothing but trouble. With her eyes locked on you, Alexia takes your finger in her mouth and runs her tongue in circles around it, drawing it out slowly.

“Now you try and focus.”

She leaves you kneeling on the floor, utterly speechless. You’re looking at the tin of paint, but you have no idea what to do with it because your mind has gone blank. Even after two years together, the effect Alexia has on you is as strong as ever.

It takes a few more seconds but you manage to come down from the cloud Alexia left you on. Now back to reality, you remember that you still have the entire living room left to paint. It’s a daunting task but you’re counting on Alexia to give you a hand when she finishes up in the kitchen.

You’re about to start on the second wall when Alexia sneaks up behind you and pulls your back to her chest, her arms around you.

“Need some help, amor?”

Leaning your head back on her shoulder, you close your eyes and nod. “Yes, please,” you say with a tired sigh, the paint roller feeling heavy in your hands.

Alexia nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck and gives you a soft kiss right on the pulse, “I’ll get my roller.”

With Alexia by your side, you find a nice rhythm and start making some serious progress. It amazes you how the simple act of just painting a wall together can bring you so much happiness. That’s because it’s not just some random wall— it’s a wall in the home you’ll be sharing with her for many years to come. The colors of the wall may change through the years, but the love that lives within them will always stay the same.

From the corner of your eye, you see Alexia reach down to pour some more paint into the tray and she goes still.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, looking over to see what made her stop so suddenly.

“Tell me what this says.” Alexia turns the tin around so you can read the label.

You don’t see it at a first but when you do, you have no choice but to close your eyes to avoid seeing the smug smile on her face.

“Chantilly Lace.”

“I told you they looked exactly the same!”

You want to crawl into a hole and never come out. Without realizing, you must have grabbed the sample tin of Chantilly Lace instead of Cloud White. The worst part isn’t that you painted the walls the wrong color, it’s that she will never let you live this down.

Alexia most love the look on your face because she can’t stop laughing. She stops to take a breath, but that’s only to get some air so she can laugh even more.

Her laughter is contagious, and you can feel your own lips tugging upwards, but you resist the temptation. It’s no secret you don’t like to lose, so you feel the need to do something fast to regain your advantage.

“Hey! Stop laughing at me, Putellas.” You flick the roller at her and watch little splashes of paint fall on her face.

She freezes, staring at you in shock for several seconds. Then, her gaze darkens. “Oh, you’re going to regret that.”

The moment she takes a step in your direction, you squeal and run away.

With the paint tray in her hands, Alexia runs after you at a speed that you’ll never be able to beat. Your job has you sitting behind a desk most of the day, so what chance do you have?

Alexia corners you in the kitchen and you immediately put your hands up, “Don’t you dare! You’ll get paint all over the cabinets.”

Turning her head to the side, she appears to consider your warning. When she lowers the tray, you allow yourself to relax.

That was a mistake.

Alexia’s expression changes in a split second and she flings all the paint in the tray at you. It’s a lot more than you were expecting. Your eyes are closed but you feel the paint all over your face, and you definitely heard it splatter all over the kitchen cabinets and floor.

“Oh fuck, that’s a lot.” Seeing that your eyes and mouth are covered in paint, Alexia reaches for the nearest towel and starts wiping it all away. “Perdoname, mi amor,” she says. Her apology is genuine, but you can hear the underlying amusement in her words.

When you can open your eyes, you see Alexia with her hand over her mouth in an attempt to suppress her laughter. She’s like a little kid who knows they’re in trouble but would still do it all over again.

With a smile of your own, you bring your hands to your face in embarrassment. “I can’t believe I didn’t realize it was not the right color.”

Alexia lets out the laugh she’s been holding but doesn’t hesitate to close the distance and comfort you. “It’s ok, babe,” she says, picking at the splotches of paint in your hair, “it’s not like we need to repaint, it’s pretty much the same color.”

You give her a pointed look, and she giggles.

“Just for that you’re gonna have to wash my hair for me.”

“Taking a shower together is my punishment?” she says, her eyebrows peaked in interest. “That is so, so cruel but if I must.”

Rolling your eyes, you push her face away and walk out of the kitchen. Feeling her eyes on your back, you take your shirt off in one quick motion and let it fall to the floor.

“Are you coming or not?”

You don’t need to turn around. The rapid footsteps running in your direction is all the answer you need.

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DAY 2

“I’m so hungry!”

You give up on finding the screw you need and look at your girlfriend who has done nothing but complain for the last hour.

“My love, like I told you literally five seconds ago, the food is on the way.”

In response, she buries her face in the pillow and lets out a muffled groan. Hungry Alexia is a different animal, so you need to tread lightly.

“Why don’t you come here and help me finish building this god-forsaken coffee table?”

It’s an offer you make in hopes it will take her mind off her hunger, but also because you’re on the verge of pulling your hair out. For some reason, Alexia chose the most complicated coffee table in all of existence, and with her being in a grumpy mood, you’ve had to figure it all out yourself.

She lifts her head up from the pillow ever so slightly and takes a peek. “No thanks,” she says and buries her face back in.

“It was worth a shot,” you mumble and get back to work. Still unable to find the screw you need; you decide to move on to the next step and hope for the best.

Alexia lets you work in silence for exactly five minutes.

“I think I’m going to die.”

“You’re so dramatic.”

Alexia lifts her head up from the pillow. “I’m serious,” she says, and huffs when you don’t give her the reaction she wants. “Are you not going to hold me in my final moments?”

It’s a tempting offer. When you glance down at the instruction manual and see you’re only on page four of ten, you make up your mind rather quickly. You toss the manual to the side and crawl towards the mattress. All the screws you carefully organized are just obstacles in your way, so you brush them to the side to get to Alexia.

She welcomes you with open arms and your bodies fit together just right— like corresponding pieces of a puzzle. She has one leg in between yours and the other thrown over your hip.

“I think I’m going to pass out,” she says, this time her face buried in your chest instead of the pillow.

“You brought this on yourself,” you point out, your fingers wasting no time in getting lost in her hair.

“I know, I know,” she says with a sigh, “I shouldn’t have eaten all the croquetas.”

You hum in agreement, “but you just couldn’t help yourself.”

You had warned Alexia last night that there was no food left in the house and that she would need to leave some leftovers. It was a little after midnight when you woke up to the sound of her devouring the leftover croquetas and whatever else was left in the fridge.

She lets you stroke her hair for a while longer in silence, and you’re proud of yourself for being able to distract her a little. Early on in the relationship, Alexia confessed how much she loves to rest her head on your chest, simply listening to your heartbeat and falling asleep to the rise and fall of your chest with every breath.

Alexia’s stomach let’s out a loud growl and her eyes go wide open.

“Dios Mío, I’m hungry!”

“Babe, just try and think of something else.”

“There’s literally nothing that—”

You cut her off with a kiss. It’s a kiss she was not expecting, but one she certainty doesn’t pull away from. Alexia instantly clenches your shirt with her fingers, tugging at the fabric wanting you as close as possible. Your hand finds the curve of her back and glides downwards to grip her thigh. This elicits a moan that is muffled by your joined lips.

It doesn’t take long for her to take control. Before you know it, Alexia has you pinned down to the mattress and at her mercy. One by one every article of clothing on your body is taken off and tossed to the side. A different kind of hunger consumes her, and you’re the only one who can satisfy it.

Any sense of time is lost with Alexia’s fingers inside of you, so it’s no surprise when the knock on the door sends you into a panic.

You look frantically around the room in search of your clothes, but quickly realize Alexia threw them all over the place. Your shirt is hanging off a lamp and your shorts and panties are nowhere to be seen.

“Looking for something?” Alexia, who is fully clothed, finds the situation very amusing.

“Shut up.”

There’s another knock on the door and this time it’s a little more intense.

“Shit,” you whisper harshly, “Ale, you open the door.”

There’s no point in going on a scavenger hunt for your clothes. Acting quickly, you yank the bed sheets from the mattress, cover your body with it, and run to the kitchen where you know you’ll be out of sight.

Running was a mistake because on the way you stub your pinky toe on the partially built coffee table.

“Ow! Fuck that table!”

From the kitchen, you can hear Alexia laughing as she walks towards the door. If you weren’t so embarrassed and in pain, you’d find the humor in the situation too.

When she opens the door and greets the delivery driver, you risk taking a peek. Alexia exchanges pleasantries with the driver and everything seems goes smoothly until he looks down at the floor and goes quiet.

There, out in the open for the world to see, are your panties.

“Oh my god,” you say in a hushed voice, leaning back against the wall with your eyes squeezed shut.

Alexia is quick to react and kicks them to the side. “Thank you, have a good day,” she says, taking the food from his hands. She doesn’t really give him a chance to say anything back because soon as she has the food in her hands, she closes the door.

“Babe, you can come out now.”

Walking out from the kitchen holding the sheet close to your body, your cheeks are a bright shade of red. “I hope you’re happy,” you tell her, your body falling on the mattress in shame.

“Oh, I am very happy,” she says, tugging at the bed sheet to expose your chest. “Now, where were we?”

You pull the sheet back up, “you can’t be serious.” It appears your idea to distract Alexia worked a little too well, because she couldn’t care less about the food just a few feet away from her. “What happened to, I’m gonna die if I don’t eat something?”

“Well, I did just eat something, didn’t I?”

Without hesitation you grab the nearest pillow and throw it at her face.

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DAY 3

With Alexia expected to return to training, you’re determined to take advantage of the little precious time you have left. The entire morning and afternoon were spent in each other’s arms, falling in love all over again with every kiss and giggle.

In the three days Alexia was home, you only managed to paint the walls but two of them the wrong color. There’s also the fact that you were never able to find the screw you needed for the coffee table— even with Alexia’s help, so that was that. Lastly, the bed frame you ordered got delayed in transit, so the two of you are still sleeping on a mattress in the living room. And yet, you wouldn’t change a thing.

Now that night has fallen, soft music flows through the speakers, and the warm lights from the candles dance on the walls and ceiling.

Propped up on her elbow, Alexia is content with tracing every inch of your exposed skin with her fingertips. She traces your cheekbone, the curve of your breasts, and waist.

You love her touch. One moment teasing and demanding, the next delicate as a feather. Her touch ignites a fire that leaves your body, mind, and heart in flames. It’s no wonder you never felt satisfied by the touch of those from your past.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” she says.

The softest of smiles tugs on your lips, “me too.”

Your past relationships failed because they were tainted by doubt. Doubt over whether they truly loved you or if you were just but a pastime. With Alexia there is no doubt, only certainty. Not once have you ever had to question your place in her life. She introduced you to her teammates after only a week of knowing each other. A month later she added you to a groupchat with her mom and her sister. And it’s been like that ever since. You’re her woman, and she’ll never make you feel like anything less.

“Forever doesn’t scare you?” she asks, reaching for your hand.

“With you? Of course not.”

Alexia raises your hand to brush her lips against your knuckles, “even after I covered you head to toe in paint?”

“Well…” You pretend to think about it for a few seconds, “You did a great job at cleaning me up, so yes.”

Alexia is satisfied with your answer, but she goes quiet. You’ve been together long enough to know when she’s lost in her thoughts. She doesn’t appear to be upset, but whatever’s on her mind is begging to be said out loud.

Your hand reaches up to soothe her brow, “what’s on your mind, mi amor?”

Her eyes scan the walls of the living room, and you have no idea what she’s looking at or for. “You want to know what I was thinking about while we were painting these walls?”

“Tell me.”

Alexia finally meets your gaze and under candlelight, you notice tears rim her eyes. “I was thinking about what our kids would draw on them,” she says, a slight crack in her voice. “Does that scare you?”

This is not the first time that you’ve discussed the possibility of starting a family, but this time it’s different. When you agreed to move in together, that meant something. It meant more than just sharing a closet, it meant sharing a life and all the beautiful things that comes with it, and that includes kids.

“Baby…” you struggle to speak with that familiar lump in your throat, “I would love nothing more than seeing our kids make a mess of these walls.”

A single tear falls down Alexia’s cheek and she leans down to kiss you before you have a chance to wipe it away. Your lips tremble against her own, and you desperately hope to convey how much you love her.

“Dance with me.”

“Really?” You’re shocked, to say the least.

“Yeah, I’m feeling romantic.”

Before she can change her mind, you take her hand and lead her to a space that’s not cluttered with shipping boxes and empty tin cans of paint.

The Very Thought of You by Nancy Wilson starts to play and you think it’s rather fitting of the moment.

I don't need your photograph to keep by my bed Your picture is always in my head I don't need your portrait, dear, to call you to mind

Alexia draws your close to her chest, and you wrap your arms around her neck. You fall in step, letting the rhythm of the music control your movements. Every once in a while, Alexia steps on your toes but you don’t dare to complain.

The mere idea of you The longing I hear for you You'll never know How slow the moments go Till I'm near to you

In each other’s arms, it’s as if you’re the only two people in the world. You move together, laugh together, and love, together.

#alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #woso imagine #woso x reader #reader imagine #Fic: All We Have Is a Mattress

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opinated-user · 7 months

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I can see how her audience, being too afraid to say anything that could set Lily off, parrot whatever she says because it feels the safest to them and the way Lily uses advantage of that to make herself look better. I remember she once posted a video talking about her recovery from Lizzy's abuse. Like how she now buys more wooden furniture instead of goth-style furniture in Lizzy's style (as if Lizzy ever asked this from her) and how she noticed that her voice in her videos is much more relaxed since the break up. Fans saw this as a green light for compliments. Now, she likes to bring up how people have told her how much more relaxed she sounds in videos as if this is something people have noticed and brought to her attention, not that she was first so suggest that (and fans repeating it).

...

i need to make a list.

1. what does that even mean? what were her furniture made of before? plastic? was she buying plastic furniture that looked vaguely goth before and only then did she discovered that wooden furniture were an option? was she filling her house with garden furniture and never realized that is what they were? what does it being goth has to do at all with the material it was made from? Lizzy never lived with her and neither of them talked about agreeing to buy anything for the house together, so why would that change have anything to do with Lizzy in the first place? and just how much furniture was she buying in the first place for that to be her big reveal? what did she even do with the garden goth plastic furniture? or the idea is that she bought wooden furniture to put on top and pretend the plastic one wasn't there?

2. why does "i noticed my voice is so much relaxed" sounds like "i was actually sick with cancer and chemotherapy the whole time, nobody noticed or would have thought that unless i said so, but i totally was and anyone could have tell (even though nobody did)"? and no. i saw her videos when they still dated and probably the only difference is that her videos felt more coherent back then, like they were badly reaching for some sort of point. her inflexion, that she copied from other creatures, has been the same. if anything she sounds the more relaxed when she was bhaalspawn and defending incest between underaged imaginery people.

3. that's how you know she's lying about Lizzy so much, because she has to paint herself like a perpetual victim that was always doing things for her and suffering because of her. never once Lizzy did anything for her. never once Lizzy was anything but be an abusive monster. there's not a single thing that she can concede was good about their relationship or it was worth anything. plus, and i have to bring this up, while Lizzy has moved on from even interacting with any of the critical blogs, LO still carries her last name around, still has her wife going by that last name and still spend the entirety of her wedding day complaining about Lizzy in tumblr. if changing garden goth plastic furniture for wooden ones and her "relaxed voice" is meant to be a sign that she's doing better, then those were the only ones because nobody would actually say that she's doing any better now. everytime that her wife comes to visit is a new crisis or she spends it complaining about something the entire time. according to herself she spend more than half a year lying to her wife. all of that indicates to me is that LO doesn't even like to be around her wife and has to create crisis to have something to bond over because they have nothing else. plastic furniture or not, who would think that is doing better?

#lily orchard #off topic but goth plastic furniture sounds awesome

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procrastinatorproject · 8 months

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Procrastinator's Kitchen Countdwon - The Measuring

About 6-7 weeks to go (with any luck)

In my quest to buy a new kitchen, I first turned to my trusty provider of decent, sensibly-priced furniture: IKEA. I'm sure I could have gotten better quality for less money elsewhere, but given that I will probably take this kitchen with me when I move and will have to fit it into a new space, the modularity and continued availability of IKEA furniture is a big plus.

So, I sat down with their 3D kitchen planner, diligently did my best to measure out each nook and cranny of my convoluted kitchen, and got to work.

One of the problems is that the very large slanted roof is 1. very hard to measure with furniture still in the room, 2. also hard to measure because it's fairly old and there are very few straight lines or crisp edges, and 3. extremely confusing to the 3D planner. Normally, you put in a detailed floor plan and the IKEA algorithm will spit out some suggestions for furniture placement in your kitchen.

When I tried it, at first, the model refused to show the slanted wall at all, because it couldn't believe it would come down as far as it did. After a bunch of prodding, I managed t oget the walls set up, but was then informed that there were n osuggestions available for a kitchen like mine. And every time I add a new piece of furniture, the software complains that there is absolutely no place it could possibly fit that and defiantly places it in the middle of the room.

I did eventually manage to play around with furniture options and got some ideas for what I might need and where it could go. But as soon as I really got serious about it (and climbed around my kitchen with measuring tape and chalk pens to sketch out possible cupboard-placement on the current furniture), it became abundantly clear that there was a huge margin of error. I might not know if my desired kitchen furniture fit into the space I had chosen for it up until the moment it actually arrived at my flat - at which point, exchanging it for something more fitting would be a fairly big hassle.

When I mentioned this to the IKEA kitchen adviser on Tuesday (because IKEA offers to go over your kitchen design with you free of charge, whether you end up buying the kitchen from them or not), he made a suggestion: they could send someone to my place to take measurements with a laser tool, that would give them an accurate model down to the milimeter! It would also allow things like ordering a pre-cut counter top from IKEA, rather than having to worry about cutting it myself to the extremely wonky shape required.

I had seen on their website that this option was available, but I'd dismissed it because of the additional cost. However, the IKEA employee told me that if I decided to purchase my kitchen furniture from them (which I had already decided to do anyway), I could get reimbursed for the measuring fee afterwards!

My next objection was that it might delay the whole process even more. Once you order a kitchen, it takes about five weeks to be delivered. Which, on the one hand, is good, because I still need to get rid of the old furniture, clean and paint the entire room, order new appliances, and hope that the construction site in front of my house will finally get done so a delivery truck can actually park on the street. But on the other hand, uni starts again in late October, giving me a deadline after which the whole endeavour will get exponentially more stressful.

Luckily, when my friendly IKEA adviser checked his system, he found that there was a measuring appointment available two days later, meaning I could be back at IKEA the following Tuesday for the final planning and ordering, and my kitchen furniture could potentially arrive in the second week of October! Or hopefully the third at the very latest.

So, yesterday, I had an appointment for someone to laser-measure my kitchen! Because the room is still fully furnished, I would have to remove everything from the countertops and empty the cupboard under the sink to allow an accurate measurement of the water pipes.

The technician was supposed to call me an hour before arriving, which would have given me plenty of time to move everything into the living room (and to make sure there were no crumpled clothes or other embarrassing clutter left anywhere in view in the rest of the flat). When the very nice man from the measuring company called me, however, he told me that if I was currently at home, he could be with me in 20 to 30 minutes. And of course, as someone who rarely thinks these things through properly, I agreed, since I didn't want to cause him any unneccessary delays in his day.

It was then that it occurred to me that I really, really should have emptied out the kitchen the night before. Alas, there is a reason this is the procrastinator's kitchen adventure 🙈

As it was (and with some lovely moral support from @regionalpancake, with whom I happened to be on a Discord call when the technician announced himself), I just managed to get everything out of the kitchen in time. 35 mintues after the technician's call, I was just about to run the hoover through the half-empty room when the doorbell rang.

I have to say, I am fairly prod of myself for actually getting everything out in time, and for removing as much stuff as I did. I even took out the 2 by 2 Kallax shelf after emptying it, since I figured the corner it was in was one of the more vital parts that needed accurate measurement. The technician was also very pleased, because apparnelty, a lot of people are not as diligent about making space!

Looks like I am getting a good grade in kitchen emptying, something that is entirely normal to want etc. 🤣

The measuring itself happened with the door closed. I got a brief glimpse of the futuristic device the technician mounted on an impressive tripod, and I could hear it beeping through the door for 40 minutes or so, but when he called me to say he was done, it was all packed away again.

It's wild to think, as Pancakes pointed out, that there is now a laser-accurate 3D scan of my kitchen just... out there in the world somewhere. We live in a time where that's possible! And where I can use it to sit down with the IKEA people on Tuesday to order furniture that will actually fit my space! Hopefully that means I won't have any of the issues we had with the current kitchen, like suddenly being unable to open the oven because we had pushed it a liiiiitle too close to the wall when installing a new countertop and now the door frame was in the way.

(Have I mentioned that any time I mention to someone who's cooked here that I'm getting a new kitchen, their reaction is "Finally!!"? 😅)

I really hope I'll get to take some version of the 3D scan home with me or at least get access to the model they build based on it. If I do, I will definitely post some screenshots here :D

For now, I need to finish moving all my Stuff back into the kitchen - because of course it's still spread all over the living room, 24+ hours after the technician left 🙈 I have moved about a third of it, which is pretty good by my standards, and part of taking it easy for a few weeks is not getting mad at myself for procrasitnating chores. But I think I'll try to tear myself away from blogging and mapping now to at least put cleaning supplies and spices back where they belong. I do enjoy smelling the potato spice blend when sitting in my armchair, but the occasional whiff of bathroom cleaner is not exactly a harmonious addition.

Next step: second IKEA meeting on Tuesday, at which we will hopefully put in an order for the furniture and I'll learn how long my countdown is actually going to be!

#kitchen countdown #procrastinator's home projects #lili's personal adventures #long post #I Am Doing The Blogging Thing!#and now i need to find something to support my wrist while typing because it's starting to hurt a bit #the joys of no longer being in my 20's 🙈

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dilf-din · 8 months

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Yeehawgust Day 30: Do-si-do

Joel Miller x reader (pre-outbreak)

WC: 1530

Rating: T

Warnings: alcohol mention

A/N: this is the last one I have planned for Yeehawgust! I’m proud of myself for getting as many of these out as I did. Thank you to the ones who have been following along. This is the one where Joel takes you line dancing 🫶🏼

The doorbell to your apartment rang sending you running across the floor in just socks while trying to clip an earring in.

“Sorry, sorry! I’m almost ready! I couldn’t figure out what to wear,” you explained as Joel stepped in and let the door close gently behind him.

“‘S’alright, I showed up early,” he smiled, leaning against the arm the chair you somehow ended up with when you and your college roommate parted ways. You noticed the way the seams had seen better days and made a mental note to buy some more adult furniture soon.

“I’ve just got to get my shoes and purse,” you said hurriedly, rushing back into your room. You double checked that your flat iron was turned off and unplugged before switching off the bathroom lights. You stumbled back out into the living room after pulling a pair of brown cowboy boots on.

“Slow down,” he laughed, approaching you with a steadying hand, “We’ve got all the time in the world.”

A thankful smile crossed your face as you stepped back to do a small spin.

“Is this okay?” You had settled on a black denim skirt, a plain white tank top, and a light brown suede vest with cream colored beads on the fringe.

“You look beautiful,” he smiled, holding out a hand for you to steady yourself on while you twirled.

“You don’t look half bad yourself,” you smiled.

His arms were tanned and taut from all the framework he’d done this summer. His shoulders were broad under the faded black tee shirt he had tucked into his belt buckle, one Tommy had gotten him years ago.

“I haven’t been to a dance since high school,” you warned, pulling your purse off of the kitchen counter and slipping the strap over your shoulder.

He chuckled and led the way to the door, “It’s been a few years for me too. We’ll be alright though. They call out the moves so you won’t get lost.”

The drive to the bar was filled with lighthearted conversation. Dusk was setting in, painting the sky a mottled mix of light purple bleeding into navy blue. A few streaks of pink still scattered in the clouds before they were swallowed by the darker hues. Joel backed into a parking spot with ease then looked you straight on.

“You ready?”

You nodded.

“Oh! I got ya something,” he leaned into the backseat and pulled a brown hat out from under his jacket, dusting off the edges before handing it to you. It matched his in color and design.

“Joel! This is so nice. Thank you,” you kissed his cheek before placing it on your head. “Do I look like a real cowgirl?”

“You’ll have ‘em all fooled, honey,” he cooed.

There was enough time before it officially started to grab some food and drinks, which was good news for you, because the nerves were setting in. You figured a burger and a few shots of tequila would help take the edge off. The two of you sat at the bar and scarfed your food, turning to the side to see dozens of people already dancing.

“Where’s your brother? This seems like his kind of thing.”

Joel downed the rest of his beer and set the empty bottle down on a paper coaster with the bar’s name printed on it, “I asked him to come, but he said he needed more notice to find a date.”

You scoffed, “Call him and tell him there’s a group of blondes that just showed up and the guys are outnumbered now.”

Joel laughed and squeezed your knee as the caller tapped the microphone to test the volume. She was a slender woman with hair like Farrah Fawcett under a bright pink cowboy hat with matching lipstick.

“Good evening cowgirls and boys, we’ve got ten minutes before show time, so take your potty breaks now!” she smiled and headed back to the bar that sat in the larger room where people were now scattering for last drinks and makeup touch ups before everything started.

“You want anything else before we go?” Joel asked you attentively, soft voice cutting through the noise.

“Just the rest of your fries,” you smiled, plucking one off of his plate.

“They’re yours,” he nudged the plate towards you, “I’m gonna hit the restroom ‘fore we head over there.”

He disappeared in a crowd of cowboy hats and neon signs. You tried to channel the nerves into excitement, but the thought of embarrassing yourself in front of that many people was terrifying.

You flagged the bar tender down, and he was in front of you in seconds with a towel draped over his shoulder.

“One more shot of José,” you said, wrinkling your nose.

“You got it,” he smiled, reaching for a fresh shot glass from their seemingly never ending supply under the counter.

You downed the clear liquid and took one last suck of lime to mellow out the taste. You were just crossing the border into the kind of tipsy that made you confident and carefree. Perfect.

You saw Joel weaving his way back through the crowd of strangers and met his eyes with a nod of your head. You fished a ten dollar bill out of your pocket and stuffed it in the tip jar before hopping down from the stool and making your way to his side. He offered his arm for you to hold, and you gladly took it. To the left of the wide entrance into the larger room, a group of girls were dropping purses and cellphones onto a cluster of tables. You followed suit, hanging the strap of yours over the back of a chair next to two others.

The caller took her place at the front of a room holding a mic with a long line connecting it to a speaker almost as tall as her.

“Alright, alright, the time has come. Guys on that side, girls over here with me,” she gestured with her an arm sweep.

“What if I fall?” you asked in a loud whisper, parting from Joel and standing directly across from him.

“I’ll catch you,” he winked.

You looked at the girl next to you, and you both shared a nervous giggle. She had pin straight brunette hair down to her waist and a powder blue flannel tucked into a skirt.

“Have you ever done one of these?”

“Yeah, it’s super easy to follow. Just watch my feet,” she said with a warm smile.

Your head buzzed under the bare bulbs hanging down from the beams and the music blaring and the sound of boots scuffing against wood. But as soon as the actual dance started, and you felt Joel’s careful hands on you, all the harshness of the evening faded away. The lights seemed softer, every song was suddenly about him. His hand on your waist, the other holding yours as you spun and clapped and stomped in time with a whole room full of people. Before you knew, you were having fun, genuine fun. The two of you kept eyes locked as you moved back and forth across the small space separating you. Sweat beaded both of your foreheads but you didn’t seem to mind. All too soon, the last song ended and the caller, who you had nicknamed cowgirl Barbie, announced a thirty minute break before the next set.

Before you rejoined Joel, you grabbed the hand of the girl next to you and gave it a squeeze.

“Thanks for letting me follow you,” you smiled.

“You did great!” she smiled back.

“Looks like you made a friend,” Joel teased, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“That’s Julie, we’re practically BFF’s,” you shrugged, playing nonchalant.

“Hey, lookee here,” Joel said gesturing to Tommy who was leaning in the doorway, decked out in one of his old rodeo outfits.

“Glad you could make it,” you smiled.

“I wasn’t about to let any lady miss out on a dance.”

“So heroic,” Joel said in mock relief, a hand clutching his heart.

“Man, shut up. You’re the one who called me,” Tommy grinned.

“Hey, you wanna go again or are you done for the night? Because we can just hang back and watch the second round if—“

“Joel, I loved it. Let’s do the second round. I think I really nailed the clapping bit at the end.”

“I’m really glad you came tonight,” he said softly, his voice heavy in a way that made you think he wanted to say something else. Instead, he leaned down and kissed you, long and sweet.

The people moving around you blurred into nothing as you focused on the feeling of being with him. When he pulled away, you locked your arms around his waist and buried your head in his chest. He drew his arms up to trace light lines on your back.

“You were clapping off beat,” he murmured into your hair.

You gasped and smacked his chest in mock outrage.

“Well sorry, I’m not from ‘round these parts,” you said, mocking his thick Texas accent.

He just laughed and led you back to the bar.

#yeehawgust #yeehawgust 2023 #do-si-do #joel miller x reader #Joel miller x you #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x f!reader

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godesssiri · 2 years

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Another 10 Thrifting tips

I’ve written a few posts about thrifting tips and recently I’ve watched a few Youtube videos and had a few thrifting experiences that have crystalized a couple of things for me.

Hold out for the perfect piece. For the last year I’ve had a side table beside my couch that was literally just a marble cutting board glued on top of a wire plant stand. It wasn’t quite tall enough, it wasn’t quite wide enough, it had no storage. But it was good enough to serve until I found the right thing – I was holding out for the perfect side table and today I found it. Not too big, not too small, wide enough with a storage shelf underneath to hold all the bits I want to keep next to the couch but don’t want cluttering up the table top. It took me a year to find the right one and I could have bought a dozen almost-right side tables in that time but I’m so glad I held out. Use something that’s not perfect but works well enough for now, it is totally worth it to hold out for the perfect piece.

“Rent” pieces from the thrift store. Something that’s good enough for now can be purchased from a thrift store and go right on back when it’s no longer needed/wanted. Pay a small amount for filler piece to serve until you find the perfect piece. Whether that’s furniture or decor or household items. If you need something and can’t afford to shell out $$$ to buy the perfect piece now, buy a good enough piece from the thrift store and when you don’t need it, re-donate and consider the price you originally paid a rental fee. If you pay $20 for an okay chair and use it for a year until you find THE chair, then your $20 isn’t wasted.

If you have 5000 re-usable bags your local thrift store will be grateful for them.

Gallery walls are the easiest way to inject individuality into a space and the easiest way to acquire unique pieces for a gallery wall is to scour thrift stores.

ART. You can pick up real actual art at thrift stores. I’ve got some lovely paintings and ink drawings that I’ve picked up thrifting and I’ve never paid more than $30 for a piece of original art. Go on buy that weird art that speaks to you, have a home that doesn’t look like everyone else’s.

Frames. I don’t remember the last time I bought a new frame. If I want to frame something I go to the thrift store and find something that I like the frame but not what’s in it. It’s soooooo easy to re-use thrifted frames. Often I’ll buy frames when I don’t even have anything to put in them, I keep a stash of great frames that I’ll use one day.

Learn to let things go to other people. It can be really hard when you come across something that’s a really good deal! Or it’s so unique! Or it’s almost perfect! You can really like or even love something and still leave it at the thrift store if you don’t need or have a place for it or it’s not quite right. It’s okay, give yourself permission to let it go and know that someone else is gonna love it. (Of course, if you go back and it’s still there then obviously you were meant to have it)

Any vessel can be a plant pot. Either use it as a cover pot for a plastic nursery pot or invest in a drill bit made for ceramic and drill your own drainage holes. I have a lot of plants and I go around the thrift store going ‘I could put a plant in that’. Yes, I have a cactus in a chamber pot.

Learn what things are worth, this is how you spot the diamonds in the rough and how you know when something’s overpriced. Watch re-sellers on Youtube, (Laura Caldwell, The Crazy Lamp Lady, The Antique Nomad and Real Nifty Vintage are all very knowledgeable and are very generous with their knowledge) you can learn so much from someone who thrifts for a living. If you see something you like then look it up, just plug every description you can think of into Google, I find it helpful to look at the Image results and check out anything that looks like the thing I’m searching. Search things on Ebay, FB Marketplace, whatever website people use to sell their second-hand stuff in your country. Look for very detailed listings that give a lot of info about the piece. Usually if the listing has a lot of info it’s because the seller knows what they’ve got and what it’s worth so you can learn a lot even if you’re not going to buy from them.

When buying second-hand online use very general search terms. I go on FB Marketplace every few days and just search the terms ‘antique’ and ‘vintage’ to see what cool old stuff is available in my area. This is how you pick things up cheap from people who don’t know exactly what it is they’ve got. I also am obsessed with vases and once a week will go on Trademe (the New Zealand equivalent of Ebay) and look under Antiques & Collectables and just scroll through all the vases. It’s amazing how often someone’s advertising something as vintage or retro when I recognize it is way older than they think and they’re way under-pricing it - I’ve got a WW1 trench-art vase being sent to me right now that I bought for a whole 25 bucks, it’s probably worth about 150.

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#thrifting #fuck capitalism #sustainability #eco home #thrift shopping

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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 2 years

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Prompt 7: you can take it

Maybe Frankie x chubby reader? Pretty please and thank you 🥰

Thank you for this delicious prompt, and for making me revisit Frankie and chubby!reader. It's been far too long.

Title: Move

Forever Starts With You (Frankie x chubby!Reader) masterlist

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Francisco “Catfish” Morales/chubby!Reader aka “Bonnie” (you, cishet female)

Warnings: Some reminiscing, non-graphic cunnilingus, PiV sex, Frankie's big dick.

Summary: You and Frankie are finally moving together and say goodbye to your old apartment in a befitting way.

Words: 922

A/N: This was so much fun! I've missed these two but apparently I can't write them without a prompt. And I clearly can't write porn without plot when it comes to them because Bonnie deserves all the plots!

Frankie and you finally find a new place in late spring, and move in when May turns to June. Weeks of sorting through your possessions, deciding on what furniture to keep and what to buy new, packing, and taking things to goodwill culminated on a Saturday when Frankie's buddies show up to carry couches, bedframes, and boxes. Frankie, who doesn't have the best of backs, coordinates the move, and you're in your new place, arranging and unpacking boxes by room as they arrive. Your new home with Frankie smells of fresh paint and the new AC unit cools it down wonderfully, providing your movers with a nice respite from the warm weather outside.

The day ends with beers and pizzas as is customary, before your helpers leave, and you and Frankie stumble into the shower and then into bed. On Sunday, you go first to his old apartment to clean, and after that to yours.

When you’ve cleaned the entire apartment from top to bottom, you look around the empty rooms and can't help but feel a little melancholic. You lived here for a decade, made it yours, built your adulthood in this apartment. This is where you truly became who you are. This apartment has seen a lot of joy, tears, happiness, and hopes. You loved men here, men who didn't know how to love you back for who you are, all of you, every single pound that according to society are excess and wrong. You took Frankie here after your third date, undressed on the couch that has now found a new home with a couple of students who picked it up last week, and with Frankie, you received love, more than you could ever have dreamed of. This is where your relationship grew into what it is today.

You can't wait to see what your new place will bear witness to.

"Querida?"

You blink, your reverie interrupted, and turn your head to see Frankie standing in the doorway. His footsteps echo in the empty space when he comes up to you.

”You okay?”

”Perfect,” you nod, taking his hand to wrap his arm around you. Assured that you are well and that you want his sweat-smelling body next to your own, which doesn’t exactly smell like roses either, he hugs you to him and rests his chin on the top of your head.

”Does it feel weird to leave this place?” he asks, hand slowly stroking the small of your back.

”It does,” you admit, ”but I’m not getting cold feet, if that’s what you’re asking.”

”You lived here for a long time.”

”I did, and I loved this apartment. But I love moving together with you more.”

”This is where we had a lot of firsts, though,” Frankie reminds you, and now he cups your cheeks and turns your face up towards his. ”A lot of really nice firsts.”

”We have a whole new home to break in,” you smile as you get up on tip-toe to kiss him. There’s sweat on his upper lip and you can’t resist licking at it, his mustache bristly against your tongue.

”Care for a last one in this home…?” There’s seduction in his voice and you raise your eyebrows at him.

”We have no furniture.”

”We have a floor, my love.”

And that’s how you end up on your back on the floor, splayed open for Frankie to delve into you with tongue and fingers, sucking your clit until you’re shaking and sobbing his name.

When he pushes all the way into you, you’re literally trapped between a rock and a hard place, with the unyielding floor under you. It’s almost too much.

”Frankie,” you whimper, unsure for a second that you’re going to manage it, ”it’s so big.”

”You can take it,” he reassures you gently, stroking your air as he pins you down, staying still yet deep, so deep inside you. ”My sweet, good girl. One last fuck before we go back to our home, okay? You can take it.”

”I can,” you whisper, and he kisses you sweetly, like he wasn’t balls deep in you and spearing you down into the carpet. When his hips start to roll against yours, you quickly find the rhythm and move with him, breathlessly kissing, your eye contact breaking only when Frankie’s pace quickens and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, grunting against your sweaty skin.

He stays deep inside you when he’s finished, kissing you all over your face while you wipe the damp curls from his forehead.

”I love you so much.”

”I love you, Frankie.” You pull him in for a long kiss, tongues licking at each other, your fingers in Frankie’s hair. ”Let’s do this in our new place, too.”

”I’m glad we don’t carpet there,” Frankie groans as he slowly straightens his back, pulling out and sitting back. You sit up as well and notice the burns on his knees and elbows. You smile wryly.

”I think I have one on my ass,” you confess, sensing a heat on said body part. ”We have aloe vera cream at home.”

”I like that,” Frankie smiles at you. ”We have it, at home.”

”I like that, too.”

You help each other up, get dressed, and gather your cleaning equipment before you leave the keys on the kitchen counter, as per your agreement with the real estate agent. When you close the door on this chapter of your life, there’s a wide smile on your face.

#my fic #prompts #asks #pazizz #triple frontier fanfic #francisco catfish morales #francisco frankie morales #frankie morales #frankie x you #frankie x reader #frankie x chubby!reader #frankie x bonnie

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somediyprojects · 7 months

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DIY Painted Glass Tabletop

Project by Kara Paslay:

Like many Design*Sponge readers, I am constantly re-creating my space. A painted glass tabletop is perfect for creative minds because it is so easily changed. Painting on the underside of the glass keeps the motif protected during daily use, but when the creative bug bites and inspiration hits, the paint can be easily removed with paint thinner to create a clean slate for a new pattern! Best of all, you have endless creative possibilities for less than $30! — Kara Paslay

Materials

piece of glass cut to size (or you can cut a piece of plexiglass yourself)

spray paint

painter’s tape, contact paper, or stencil (depending on the pattern you want to create)

paint thinner

rubber or felt grippers

Instructions

1. Buy a piece of glass cut to the size of your tabletop from a local glass shop, or buy and cut a piece of plexiglass yourself. (I got my plexi at Home Depot.) If you choose to use plexiglass, cut it with a jigsaw blade that is designated to cut metal. (The smaller “teeth” will allow you to cut through the piece.) Keep the edge very well supported to prevent cracking.

2. Choose a pattern to paint on your glass. The options are endless and can be super easy or more complicated. I chose to go with something a little more complicated. Cut contact paper into triangles and cover your glass piece with them. (This process will take some time.)

3. Remove some triangles throughout the piece to paint on your first color layer. Use painter’s tape in spots where the triangles didn’t line up perfectly. You can also use a guard (cut out of cardboard) to keep the overspray from getting everywhere.

4. Once your first layer is dry, take off another round of triangle stickers and spray your second color. On the back of your glass, the spray paint will overlap, but on the front your triangles will stay crisp! And remember that if you have a little mess up, paint thinner will clear things up in a jiffy! :)

5. Repeat steps 5 and 6 with however many colors you desire. I left some triangles unpainted to allow the white of the table to show through.

Note: Remember to allow your paint to dry completely before putting the painted glass top on your table! You can also add rubber or felt grippers to the underside of the glass to create some separation between the paint and the piece of furniture. Of course, these grippers will also help keep the glass in place!

You’re done!

#diy #crafts #home decor #x

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whentherewerebicycles · 2 years

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he is obsessed with this massive costco bed my brother has… I just bought one for the new place and cannot WAIT to introduce it to ruthie, who adores a giant snuggly bed.

tbd if today will hold any real work! I am done with the stuff I was assigned this week but I do have two short meetings this morning so I could wind up with more stuff to do. I can tell I’m really going to be inclined to waste time on my phone today so I might try to knock out some move-related tasks. let’s see here’s a sketch of the day:

up at 6:15

short walk with Pip

6:30-7:15 coffee, email, check in with AS

7:15-8 shower and get ready

8-8:30 review slides

8:30-9 AS mtg

9-9:30 CD mtg

9:30-11 tasks as assigned but if I don’t get assigned anything:

schedule pod delivery (9-3 window)

cancel old renter’s insurance

buy new renter’s insurance

email MC

11-12 coaching session with AS

12-2 tasks as assigned or finish the stuff above or go to home depot to buy paint (natural light, roasted corn, nurturing green, sage brush, swiss coffee) plus a small paint brush. no more hemming and hawing lol I need to overcome my strange fear of actually buying paint

then I’ll go over to the house! here’s what I want to do today:

pick up walgreens poster prints (and put them in frames!)

paint swatches and let dry

deep clean hallway + front room carpet again

activate wifi

scrub bleach gel off shower walls

scrub down baseboards upstairs

lug standing desk pieces upstairs and start assembling it

measure bedroom to decide on bed + smaller bookshelf placement

ahhhhh I want work to be over so I can head over there and get started!!!!! the moving pods arrive tomorrow. I think my sister and I are going to spend friday afternoon painting the kitchen (and maybe doing light furniture assembly if the pods arrive early enough and we can get some stuff out of them ourselves). then the movers come first thing saturday morning!!! I REALLY want to be almost entirely unpacked by the end of the weekend. I think my top priority on saturday will be reassembling the furniture the austin movers took apart + putting the new couch together. I loathe furniture assembly so I am hoping to bribe my brother into helping lol. all my books will stay packed until I figure out my shelving sitch but I can definitely get clothes, kitchen stuff, etc away. I JUST WANNA BE SETTLED AAAAAAAA

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archer12xx · 2 years

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Two Less Lonely People

"Taking Him up on His Offer (II)"

-Tobias x reader

-2,583 words (longest I've ever written, so far)

-Not proofread

-Slight angst

-Inspired by the song Two Less Lonely People in the World by Air Supply

Why am I here again? You asked yourself as the peephole on Tobias’s apartment door stare blankly at you. Or are you the one staring blankly at it, you can’t tell. Just as how you can’t figure out why the hell you rushed there. You remember enjoying a box of pizza for dinner while chilling, watching TV on your couch. Then the news… You saw a news about Tobias and Hailey dating. Your mind went blank and you almost dropped the slice of pizza on your hand. As the news report flashed on the screen of your TV, you felt a rush of emotions and a slight needle-like pricking pain in your chest. Suddenly you threw the pizza back to the box and stormed out of your house.

And there you are at his front door, in your ugly ass sweats, probably greasy face from dinner, and clueless of what to do. Do you knock, do you ring the bell, or do you leave? Is he even there? Part of you want to see him but another doesn’t want him to see you like that. You groaned. I’m a mess.

Eventually, you came to a decision and turned your back to the door. Tobias is probably not even home yet. He’s probably in some fancy hotel in Vegas, or still gambling with whatever gorgeous girl who would stand beside him at the craps table and flirt with him. You imagine him flirting back and it sent ripples of prickling pain in your heart. I don’t know, you thought. “Y/N? What are you doing here at this hour?”

You froze upon hearing his voice. “Tobias?” Why are you here? No, I know this is literally your apartment but why are you here NOW? Just as I was about to escape. Now, I can’t run.

You turned around and find Tobias looking at you from head to toe, with an amused smirk on his face. It wasn’t to make fun of you for looking like that but because he finds this look on you, adorable. You covered your face with your arm and looked away in embarrassment. You couldn't watch him see you like that. Ugh! You wished for the ground to open up and swallow you whole but you know well that it’s never going to happen. What am I even thinking not changing before leaving? You sighed. Thinking had exhausted you somehow. Then you heard him chuckle. It echoed in the quiet hallway. You lifted your head to look at him and you saw him walking towards you. Your heart raced. But he walked past you and went for the door. You exhaled, without knowing that you were actually holding your breath. “Let’s talk inside, yeah? It’s kinda chilly out here. I don’t want you catching a cold,” he said as he inputs the passcode on the door. I’m trapped. You turned back, attempting to run for the last time, but he saw you and his hand immediately caught your wrist. “Nah-uh. You’re not going anywhere. Let’s go,” he said and dragged you inside his apartment. Why I thought that’d work is beyond me. You sighed and let yourself get dragged inside.

As Tobias turned the lights on, a complete silence welcomed you both. The jingling of keys thrown on top of the cabinet somehow eased the deafening silence. "Welcome to my humble abode!" He announced and you immediately thought that he's always wanted to say that. "Ha! I've always wanted to say that." He said and you laughed for being right. He flashed a grin in response. “You make yourself at home. I’ll be right back,” he said brushing his fingers on your elbow. You flinched, not expecting it. He stifled a chuckle before walking away and disappearing in one of the rooms, his room.

You looked around, distracting yourself from your impending doom. The first thing that caught your eye is the wall. It’s blue and empty. No paintings, no pictures on picture frames, not even those pictures that come with the frame when you buy one. The place is spacious, not because it’s big but because there’s barely any furniture or appliance around. Sure there are the basics; two long sofas placed adjacent to one another, one maroon in color and the other white. A coffee table in the middle, with a few magazines sitting below the glass top. A flat screen TV hanged on the wall opposite the white sofa, home theatre set placed on a table cabinet with two big speakers standing on opposite sides of it. And that was it.

You walked over the tall narrow window. You drew the curtain open and hold it to the side. You saw a bit of the busy streets of Manhattan underneath and muffled car engine noise and horns beeping were heard. You exhaled as you let go of the cloth and let curtain fall back to its original place. You decided to go and sat on the couch. Your eyes fixed on the empty blue walls. Lost in thought, an image of Tobias is formed in your head. He's sitting on the cold tiled floor, one foot stretched under the coffee table, the other he uses to rest his arm on top of his knee The room is covered in darkness except for the light coming from the TV that he doesn’t even watch. You came to understand how he always try to liven up the mood, be the life of the party. It makes sense how he loves Vegas and all of its bright lights, colourful surroundings, and the fun that seem to never stop. All of that is missing in this apartment.

The room suddenly felt even colder and empty. It must’ve been lonely coming home to a complete silence that doesn’t even bring a sense of peace. Alone and lonely. Is that why he’s barely in here? You thought. Being greeted by the lonesome and empty apartment… Your heart sank. Tobias’s life is a fancier reflection of yours. Is that why you feel a strong connection with him? You’re unsure.

You were brought back to reality by Tobias's arrival. “Hey, you want anything to drink? Or eat? We could order some stuff, if you want.” You turned your head and saw him a few steps away from you, already in his home clothes; black tank top and comfy knee-length shorts. “Heh. Why are you staring at me? Do I look weird?” he said bowing his head to inspect himself. You didn’t know you were staring. “Huh? No! No, you don’t look weird.” You look good, you always do. You snapped out of it. “And I’m fine. I’m not really hungry.” You don’t think you can ingest anything, anyway, by how butterflies infested your stomach. Seeing how nervous and awkward you are right now, he sat on the red couch, putting a comfortable distance between the two of you. This put a smile on your face which puts a smile on his face.

“So, how did you know my address?” he asked.

Right. You’re not supposed to know that information but you managed to do so courtesy of your “non-hacker” hacker friend. “Uh, it’s a long story… which I prefer to discuss with you another time,” you said and he nodded. “Okay, so what brought you here at 3am? I assume it’s urgent? Did something happen?” He shifted in his seat and waited for you to respond. Urgent, huh? I guess you could say that. And something happened, alright. Hailey happened. You thought but didn’t say any of it. Your hands remained on your lap as you gather your thoughts. You wished you saw him the moment you got there, while the adrenalin still pumping in your blood. Now the adrenaline-induced courage, which was all that you had, had already dissipated. Can you do it? Can you tell him what you came there for? Or will you chicken out until it’s too late? Just like how you hesitated earlier until he came and you no longer have a choice but to stay? You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. Tobias moves a little bit closer. “Y/N, why are you so nervous? Is something seriously wrong? Did someone die?” he asked worriedly. “No! No one died. Nothing like that. I’m just… honestly I don’t know what to say or I know but I don’t know how to say it,” you confessed. He let out a sigh of relief and relaxed a bit. He glanced at your now shaking hands and he wanted to hold them but he’s not sure whether that’d help. So he stopped himself, for now at least.

You cleared your throat and decided to address the rumor first.

“Um, is it true? Are you, uh, are you dating Hailey?”

He jerked his head back a little and opened his mouth as if to say something but didn’t. After a beat, he finally spoke. “So... you saw the news,” he exhaled which sounded like a slight groan. “I don’t know where they got that idea. As you know, Hailey was in BLB last week. That’s probably it. But don’t worry! It’s not true. I swear!” he blew a raspberry before continuing. Don’t… worry? Your thoughts drifted into this but you managed to shrug it off. “I don’t even like her. She’s totally not my type because y…” he looked at you and as if he caught himself saying something shouldn’t be said, he stopped speaking abruptly. “I mean, if I’m dating someone, you’ll be the first to know,” he said cutting his rambling short. He looked at you expectantly and you realized you were quiet, so you cleared your throat again. You disregard his last statement because you know that if you think about it, it’ll only cause you more anxiety. Looking into his eyes, you suddenly remembered something. Something he had said in the chat. But before you could say something he spoke. “Is… that the only reason why you rushed here to see me?” his voice was quiet, as if there’s something he didn’t want you to hear behind those words. You shook your head. “No, that’s not all of it,” you said. Your heart never relaxed for it continued to race, pounding like crazy against your chest the whole time. Then, you thought, 50-50… Every risk is always at 50-50 chance, 50% success, 50% failure. You can only know which 50 you’ll get once you take it. So, taking a deep breath, you ready yourself to find out. “The reason I ran here as fast as I could after seeing that news was to ask you if it was true. And since it isn’t…” you took a short pause. “Since it’s not true, I’m glad.” You looked at Tobias who, upon hearing this couldn’t help but smile a little. “You once said that if I ever want anything, all I need to do is ask. Is that still the case?” you asked, surprised of how you didn’t stutter. You’re not sure how this will go. You’re scared but you’re done. You’re done feeling more scared of losing him to someone every time there’s a rumor of him and another girl dating without putting up a fight. You’re tired of tiptoeing around your feelings and… his. Sometimes you gotta run before you can walk, right? “Um… of course! I meant that when I said it. Is there something that you wanted? I’ll get it for you. But not now though it’s getting la—“ you interrupted his nervous rambling. “Date me. I want… I want you to date me.” You said, eyes closed, taking one last deep breath and trying to draw more courage from it before you continued. You opened your eyes, one after the other, and saw Tobias frozen in his seat, his mouth slightly ajar, speechless. “Look, I know I don’t have much to offer you. I’m not as hot and gorgeous as the girls who hit on you at the casino, not as cool as the actresses you work with on BLB. I’m just… me,” you shrugged as you said the last sentence. He scooted closer and you’re now both sitting on each edge of the sofas.

He took your hands to his and looked straight into your eyes. Tobias’s head raced, his heart beating faster than it does when he's anticipating a win at a poker game. He swallowed hard before speaking. “Y/N, you don’t have to be any of those. Being you…” he lets out a soft, amazed laugh. “Being you is more than enough for me.” Your heart skipped a beat, feeling your nose sting and you as your eyes start to well up. He smiled gently and kissed the back of your hand, his eyes not leaving yours. “You can put me in a room full of hot and gorgeous girls, wearing sexy or fancy clothes, but my eyes will always look for the one who wears sweats and has a messy hair,” he chuckled as you pout. He reached out to tuck lose strands of hair behind your ear. He looked at you like he's never seen anything so precious in his life before, it warmed your heart. Then he let out a sigh of contentment. You tried to hold back the tears forming in your eyes. Your heart is filled with inexplicable happiness, it felt like it's going to burst any minute. You swallowed hard and try to relax then Tobias spoke. “God, I never thought this day would happen. How lucky can I get?” he said shaking his head lightly in awe and disbelief. You laughed softly and moved a bit closer, hesitant on whether to wrap your arms around him or not. But he made that decision for you by wrapping them around him, himself, and you both chuckled. The room suddenly felt warm. You rest your head on his chest. You couldn't hear anything besides your loud beating heart and his. You lifted your head to look at him again. He cupped your cheek with his hand, and his other arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you in close. His thumb gently wipes the happy tear that had escaped on the side of your eyes. You gulped, feeling warmth spread all over your cheeks and he grinned. “I’ll do it. I’ll date you but promise me one thing.” Your brows shot up, curious of what it was. He looked at you with a serious face and you slowly feel anxious. “Promise me that you’ll never do this in front of another man. Showing up in front of their door in the middle of the night, looking like this…” he said in knitted brows and frowned lips. You laughed and the growing nervousness inside you dissipated as if it was never there. “What? I’m serious! Don’t you dare, huh? What if they fall in love with you? I won't allow it.” he said stifling his laugh but failed. He hugged you tightly and you hugged him back.

Soon, you both fell in a comfortable silence that lasted a moment, settling for just looking at each other’s faces and occasionally smiling at each other without leaving each other's arms for one second. Until Tobias couldn’t take it anymore and without really thinking, planted a soft kiss on your lips. Your eyes widened in surprise and when he realized what he did, he did the same. Your lips turned up into a smile. You find this utterly adorable! So to get revenge on him for taking you by surprise, you leaned in and gave him a quick peck. You flashed a huge grin which faded away when you saw the serious look on his face. His eyes roamed around your face, looking at your eyes, nose, back to your eyes, then your lips where it lingered. Your eyes fell on his lips, too, and the next thing you know, his head’s drawing near. Until his lips crashed into yours. Tobias kissed you as if it’s all he’s ever wanted to do and all he ever thought of doing. It was soft and gentle but with a soul-sucking passion in it (if you can imagine that). The sensation sends shiver down your spine. Your mind became blurry as you let yourself get lost in the moment. It’s as though time had stopped and there’s no one else but you and Tobias and nothing else mattered. You still don’t know what lies ahead, but one thing is for sure… just like in the song, tonight, there’s two less lonely people in the world and it’s gonna be fine.

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Imagine, when they kissed the song plays in the background just like in any cliche romcom film. Lol anyway, I hope you liked it. 😎🧡

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Good Furniture and Bad Hair

When I’m not having fun with our princess-SpiderWoman-fairy-CheetahDragon (that last one is an original) grandgirl, you can usually find me in the garage huffing paint. There’s not much I love more than finding an old piece and turning it into something delightful. Did I tell you about the nightstand we needed? Here’s the story, morning glory. When the mister flew up here and toured this house we were both happy with the extra space that would allow us to have family gatherings and still leave room for an office. There are four bedrooms upstairs - the master with attached bath, then two fairly small rooms, a hall bathroom, and a huge room that I’d guess might have been intended for a bonus room, based on its size. It’s got a closet so it’s tagged as a bedroom. Anywho, downstairs is the whole open concept kitchen, living, dining area, and at the front of the house is a large extra room (probably meant to be a formal living or dining room) that I thought would make a beautiful office for Mickey. Big double windows provide natural light, loads of space for his many desks and monitors and whatsits. I told him that we could add French doors and turn it into a fabulous space for him. Once we got here, he said no thanks. He claimed one of the small upstairs bedrooms and filled it to the rafters with all of his work and photography stuff. It’s a lot. So that gave me one less bedroom upstairs for kids and grandkid. One room for Matt, one room for Mickey, and now the huge room has been turned into a family suite for the trio from Edgewater. That was always going to be the grandgirl’s room because I figured there was plenty of room to sleep and play. So the area where I’d planned to make a reading nook instead got a bed for her parents. They’ll really only have to use it when everyone is home, when Matt’s not here they can use his room - but they choose to bunk together when they come over. Long story even longer, I needed a bedside table for that bed, and a little lamp, and you know I’m not buying new if I can help it. Nothing wrong with buying new, but that wouldn’t give me a project, would it? A couple Saturdays ago we drove over to Canterbury’s, a wonderful curiosity shop of old furniture. I found an old, solid (heavy) nightstand for $35. Old furniture is made well, real wood, and hopefully a tiny bit haunted (or at least has some stories to tell). Of course it was dark brown and we all know that’s not going to last. I wiped it down really well and covered it in white chalk paint. Then I added glittery gold stars.

I think that open shelf would be a great place for some Barbie furniture and the drawer underneath can hold the dolls and clothes. The grandgirl really likes to play “Bobbies”. I haven’t changed the hardware yet, I’ll find a prettier drawer pull. But for now I just added glitter - because, why not?

I poked around Goodwill and found a little gold lamp for $4 (score!) and it’s just right for this table.

I topped it with a print I made using the lyrics from Skinnamarink - any old moms here who still tear up when they sing that song?

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Anyway, that was the latest paint project. Now that it’s cured for a few days I’ll go in with a white paint pen and tidy up some of the edges on those stars. Perhaps you’ve noticed that I’m not a perfectionist. That was the good furniture, now for the bad hair. Whyyyyy? Why does the universe hate me? I chose a stylist here in Denton (shop local!) and she was so nice, so funny, so personable. Sadly, she may be blind and deaf. I sent this photo to my sister before my appointment and exclaimed, “Say goodbye to the Love Boat hair!” I was feeling very dated.

Wayyyy past time for a hair cut. I found a photo of what I wanted, sat down in the stylist’s chair and very clearly stated what I wanted. Then she repeated back to me what I’d told her. Here’s what I asked for - lose a bit of length, I want it to just brush my shoulders. Shape it up, neaten the layers, and fix my bangs where I’ve hacked away at them. I was clear that I needed it long enough to still clip up or put in a ponytail. This is what she did to me.

What’s that? I look hot and sweaty and my forehead wrinkles seem more pronounced? That’s because she spent two hours wrecking my hair while I was under that sauna of a cape (you know the one) and I asked for bangs to hide those freakin’ forehead wrinkles. I did not ask for a swoopy side part, I did not ask for bubble hair. She gave me the hard sell on some blow dry product which I bought just to get the hell out of there. I used it this morning and the performance is fine, but the smell is too heavy. Yuck. I spent a small fortune on hair that I don’t like. Story of my life. My hair needs some length to tame it. the weight of longer layers is like a Thunder Shirt for my hair, it’s calming. Now I’ll spend the next few months fighting these short layers that all have a mind of their own (that’s why I was there so long, she didn’t believe me and had to beat it all into submission). At the back of my neck the shortest layer is about an inch and a half long. I’ll give her a million bucks if she can make a ponytail out of that. Because this was my first visit to a salon in this very small town, I didn’t express my unhappiness. I don’t want to be blackballed from every salon on the Eastern Shore. I paid, gave her a tip, bought the stupid blow dry concoction, and silently vowed never to darken her door again. She probably watched me walk away and hoped I’d never return as she plunged her tired hands into an ice bath. So, I’m going to be ugly for the next few months. It’s not the first time, and I certainly know the routine for growing out this mess. I realized after I returned home that she’d basically given me the same haircut that she has - maybe she’s only really good at one style. Wish I’d known that going in. But it’s hard to stay unhappy about something as trivial as hair when your grandgirl comes for a visit over the weekend. We spent some quality time playing Barbies, CandyLand, splashing in her personal mermaid lagoon (blow up pool), making PlayDoh pizzas and cookies, reading books, and then she had a ball at Summerfest - Denton’s big farewell to the season. I can’t post videos or photos of her here, but she was absolutely the cutest girl there - my unbiased opinion. Oh, here’s a photo I can share! It’s just a bride enjoying a Lunchable while watching an episode of SpiderWoman. That veil is from her dress-up basket, it’s got a little of everything - but she likes that “bride hat”.

That’s a much cuter picture to stick at the end of the blog. No one wants to leave here with that image of my shiny, old face in their mind. A 4 year old superhero in a veil is where it’s at, right? She sure puts a smile on my face. Hope you’re smiling today as well. If not, maybe put on a veil and watch a cartoon. Can’t hurt. Stay safe, stay well, stay young at heart. XOXO, Nancy

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17 April 1976 - Freddie Mercury in “JACKIE” Magazine - Issue No. 641

The last part of a Jackie exclusive on Queen – Freddie Mercury

The Queen of Arts! 👑♥️

Mercury is the perfect name for Freddie. Living at a shatteringly fast pace, with his moods changing like quicksilver from the heights of happiness to the depths of despair, he's the kind of person who's instantly memorable – even after just one meeting!

Freddie himself says it's all down to style.

"That's the keyword to everything," he said. "One must always have a sense of impeccable style."

Style, Freddie has always had. Money, not until recently! In the early days, he would help run a stall in Kensington Market so that he could afford to clothe himself in the fine fabrics he wanted. Silks, satins and furs don't come cheaply, unless you're behind the counter instead of in front of it – so that's where Freddie went!

And what little profit he made from the stall he put into other little essential luxuries in the Mercury lifestyle – like eating out, and being chauffeur driven! Fortunately for everybody, Queen did make it to the very top, and with "Bohemian Rhapsody" being Freddie's composition, he can now afford to indulge himself as much as he wants. After the single had been at number one for five weeks, Freddie ventured out to buy a Daimler of his own, to be looked after by his chauffeur Derek, who has driven him everywhere for the past year.

At this very moment, while Freddie is in America, the car, a left hand drive, is being completely redone. It's being painted dazzling white, and having a few little extras installed – like a cocktail cabinet, new upholstery, a stereo and a fridge!

But there's more to Freddie than that. For one thing, he's the most artistic member of the group. He literally devised the imaged of the band; the black and white clothing, the stage act, the clever lighting and the use of fireworks.

But in amongst all this light and colour, there's another side to Freddie – a darker, more serious streak. He lives on his nerves for much of the time. Long hours spent working in the studio, or on the road tend to make him a bit short-tempered at times, and if anything goes wrong, he lets everyone know – loudly!

In fact, on the group's British tour, the road crew suddenly realised, just before the show, that no one remembered to buy the bunch of roses Freddie threw out at the end of the show each evening. Rather than risk his wrath, they had an urgent conference backstage, and a few minutes later, a police car headed off from the theater, sirens blaring, to the local cemetery! Guiltily, they crept in, picked out the freshest bunch of roses they could find, and hurried back with their spoils.

Luckily, Freddie didn't find out what they'd done until afterwards!

On the same tour a few nights later, an over-eager fan ripped a handful of fur out of Freddie's beautiful fox fur jacket.

"Really, dear," he exclaimed. "MUST you!"

But Freddie's clothes are unique. In fact, he must be one of the very few members of the British population who doesn't possess a pair of jeans! He says he wouldn't be seen dead in them. His trousers are always satin, shirts, always silk, jackets usually fur or velvet.

Freddie's West London flat is a slightly sombre place, in contrast. It's draped with heavy velvet hangings and dark furniture, and crammed with Freddie's bits and pieces. Like Freddie himself, it's busy, artistic and very stylish.

His two cats, tom, who's black and white, and Jerry, who's big and fluffy and ginger, have the run of the place. When you sit down in Freddie's flat, it's best to look at the chair first and check that there isn't a cat already sitting there!

But Freddie doesn't intend to stay there. For ages now, he's been looking for a new place.

"It has to be a fairly large place," he said, "large enough for my grand piano. In my present flat, the grand piano tends to dominate the room, so I'd like somewhere slightly bigger, where it would fit in more comfortably."

But although Freddie's beautiful and long suffering girlfriend Mary has searched for some time, and has on several occasions come up with possible homes for Freddie, he always finds something wrong with them, and the search continues.

The last house Mary found for him had to be given up when the person selling it realised who Freddie was, and quickly put the price up. That's one of the penalties of having a famous face!

As you might expect, Freddie is very fussy about his appearance on stage, and his lovely catsuits are specially made for him by Chrissie, his dress designer. On the last tour, he had two suits with special little wings on the ankles – to fit in with his name. If you remember, Mercury was the Greek Messenger God who used to have winged ankles to help him fly.

Freddie also wears black nail polish with his costume – which isn't always too easy to get hold of in small towns! On several occasions during the last tour, he had the group's wardrobe man rushing desperately around the local chemists in search of a new bottle. And in Liverpool, a kindly hotel chambermaid saved the day by lending him some of hers!

Aside from painting his nails though, Freddie's actually an excellent artist! He designed the original Queen crest – and his favourite artist is Richard Dadd, a rather gloomy artist of the last century, who has a lot of paintings in the Tate Gallery. Freddie's often to be found browsing in front of them when he needs soothing inspiration.

He doesn't have any time for painting now, but he still takes an extremely critical view of the group's album covers, photos and programmes.

Apart from work, though, Freddie likes high living – up to a point. He eats out a lot, although it's as much the atmosphere he enjoys as the food. He prefers simple food like steaks with maybe a glass of white wine, and he tends to pick at his food – one of the reasons why he manages to stay so thin!

Since the group have joined forces with John Reid, who's also Elton John's manager, Freddie has been down to Elton's house a few times for tea, and he's also gone along a couple of times to the smart parties Elton likes to attend.

Looking towards the future, Freddie says he'd like to settle down and get married, but it won't be for a few years yet. And somehow, I can't imagine him settling for the quiet life, can you?

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