#ring binder planner

[pineappleyk]

リング径8mm のスリムバインダーをセールにて購入しました。前に使っていた合皮のスリムバインダーが早くもボロけてきたからです。

ダヴィンチ（レイメイ藤井）のもので、外側は牛革、内側は合皮です。

良かったのは色と、ペンホルダーが可動収納式で、太い4色フリクションペン（直径約13,5mm）でも充分に挿せる事です😉　使わない時は収納出来ますので、ペンホルダーが無かったことのように…🤭

内側は汚れてもさっと拭けて消せる合皮なのですが、一見すると🫣本革風です📕

荷物の重い時や出張などで使う予定です。

#赤は魔除け厄除け #システム手帳 #personal organizer #planner #organizer #手帳好き #手帳 #勝手にシステム手帳普及委員会 #レイメイ藤井 #ダヴィンチ #スリムバインダー #リング径8mm #バイブルサイズ #キーワード #keyword #パイロット #pilot #plannerlove #plannerlife #ring binder planner #planner binder #planneraddicted #davinci #手帳生活 #手帳会議

[sleepytecho]

filofax !

#filofax #planner #ring planner #journal #filofax planner #filofax journal #ring binder #stationery #diary #own

[spocksfurby]

excited about my journal / commonplace binder getting bulky-ish <3 ive done about 30 pages of commonplacing in there so far and swiftly had a crisis about potentially actually hating having it in there, but ive decided to wait until i bind the pages into a little book for archiving to see what i think. it'll be fine👍🏻

#pax posts #journal #commonplace book #ring binder #ring planner #also i prommy ill never post an aesthetic(tm) photo. i love you aesthetic tumblrinas but could never be me #my normalass journal. my mid journal <3

[playdoh-plato]

why are there no 3 ring binders in ireland. why is it only 2 or 4. just why. i miss the american note taking system. where are my 5 star notebooks. 

#i be sad. also i have to two ring binders but holy frack i dislike them #worst paper storing system #but binders are friggin expensive so i just have to use em for the next like two years #on a seperate note: why am i thinking back to school thoughts on the first week of summer vacation #no body knooooooooows #i am #just #bahh #going on a train tomorrow #i do know why im thinking about school when i think about it for a hot second #i need #a good basic planner #i need a 5 star planner #i need to go to bed

[prissygrlsorority]

lifestyle 🤍

pink stanley tumbler

pink sm water bottle

custom girly happy planner

pink keurig mini

tiffany and co pink lock and key diary

glossier hand lotion

pink tangle teezer ୨୧

fine girl mcbling pieces

cute loungewear ୨୧

cute custom starbucks cups

tech 🤍

pink ipad air

pink beats

macbook pro

hello kitty flash drive necklace

juicy couture laptop bag

pink casio graphing calculator

apple pink iphone 13 case

writing utensils 🤍

fluffy pens ୨୧

pink glitter gel pens ୨୧

pink pilot acroball pens ୨୧

bic sparkle mechanical pencils (my favs)

cute sanrio pens

pink mildliners ୨୧

bags 🤍

ted baker makeup bags

victoria’s secret makeup bags ୨୧

juicy couture backpack ୨୧

juicy couture pencil pouches

pink longchamp bag

tory burch ella tote

chloe tote bag

pink north face backpack

victoria’s secret signature tote ୨୧

notebooks 🤍

juicy couture notebooks

pink leuchtturm journal

pink college ruled notebooks

louis vuitton agenda

lace deco binder

pink binders

sanrio memo pads ୨୧

extras 🤍

sanrio stickers ୨୧

cute binder clips

pink girly stickers ୨୧

pink 3 hole punch

pink stapler

pink 2 ring binder

#prissygrlsorority #୨୧ denotes something i already own #collegiate princess 🎀

[chiimi-png]

100 Days of Productivity [12/100]

🌿08/09/23🌿

Started some preparatory reading for my Critical Reading class at Oxford that starts next week and also time blocked my planner for next week. I have been debating on buying a 6-ring binder with some daily diary refills and dotted paper as next year's planner but I'm having some trouble deciding since the regular one I use doesn't have a timeline on the daily spreads and I'm getting tired of drawing it every day

🎧 song of the day: Wildest Dreams - Taylor Swift

#studyblr #studygram #studying #studyspo #study #mine #studymotivation #student #studyday #university #100daysofproductivitychallenge #100 days of productivity #100dop #100daysofproductivity #student life #study blog #study motivation #universitylife #study aesthetic #dark academia

[uispeccoll]

#MiniatureMonday #TinyTuesday!

School Supplies

I think we all can agree that one of the best things about going back to school is new supplies! Whether it be notebooks, planners, pencils or pens, there is nothing quite like finding the perfect new things to carry you through the school year.  Here are some minis that are perfect for the start of the new school year.

The first miniature is five leaves of blank notebook paper attached to metal rings, perfectly sized to fit inside the blank blue binder.  The creator of this binder is not identified, but I like to think they made this little binder to send their mouse friend off to school with. 

Next is a beautiful handmade notebook bound in soft brown leather with a gilt flower design stamped into the front cover. With lovely blank cream paper inside, this notebook is the perfect handheld size to carry around and jot down thoughts as they arise.  

Originally made for the third Miniature Book Society Conclave held in LA in 1985, our third mini is a daily planner. With “Things to do today” printed largely at the top and a numbered checklist on the page, this would be an excellent way to keep your day organized!

-Kaylee S., Olson Graduate Assistant

Charlotte Smith Miniature Collection

TS1250 .T45 1985 

TS1250 .M56  

TS1250 .B53 1900z

#uiowa #miniaturemonday #history #library #special collections #miniature books #UiowaSpecialCollections #notebook #planner #artist books

[chvnnie]

Stars

lee minho x reader

word count: 3.2k

genre: smut, fluff - MINORS DNI

warnings: non-idol au, themes of depression/anxiety (reader is super sad), a touch of angst, light fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex (can we not), dirty talk, minho is very possessive but what's new? marking, reader also is a lil possessive, i think that's it? if i missed anything, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

summary: is a wedding really worth all this suffering?

kofi request: reader is going through a depressive moment & they proceed to have desperate, angsty, needy sex where member "fucks the pain away".

a/n: yeah no this is definitely the same minho from different and eternally. this is just a continuation of the reader's love story with him and i'm soft

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents lee minho as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

taglist: @lix-ables, @rachalixie, @agustd-essert, @gibbysupremeacyisreal, @katieraven, @miamormi, @woahfruity, @isilentprincess, @hugs4chan, @stranger-thighs, @beautifulcolorgarden, @scottmcallisdaddy, @whatudowhennooneseesyou, @raspbinniecreme, @humayraaaaa

Your head hits the wooden table with a thud, the pink binder softening the blow. Pressure builds at the point of impact, the soft throbbing sensation at the front of your forehead an almost welcomed alternative to the sharp headache you currently have. You focus on the thuds of the throbbing, counting each one as you lay slumped against the table.

There are seven days in a week, between twenty eight to thirty one in each month, and today, two days before you had to put a deposit down on a venue, was the day that everything decided to fuck up. Minho left hours ago for a “work emergency”, leaving you to make all the annoying phone calls with a kiss and a promise to be home as soon as he could. It’s impossible to get a hold of anyone, and then when you do, it’s like pulling teeth trying to get an answer from them.

No, they won’t have time to offer a second tour today. No, they’re not sure when they will have the time. Maybe they’ll call you back within the next week. Oh, you need this done in two days? Why didn’t you call earlier?

You did. You did call earlier. In fact, both you and Minho, AND your planner had called multiple times during the past month, trying to squeeze in just to check out a few little details. Like damn, we get it, wedding season is busy, but you can’t let three people in for less than thirty minutes to make sure this is the place they want to wed? 

Fuck, they’re really hanging a cloud over what should be the happiest day of your life.

In no way did you think planning a wedding would be easy. You’ve watched countless friends get married, been involved in more weddings than you could remember. You know that the planning period is the most difficult, overwhelming part of it all. You were prepared for immense frustration and never ending tears.

But you didn’t think you would feel so sad during the whole thing.

There was no one on this earth that you would rather spend forever with than Minho. The two of you share a connection that is more than earthly, more than spiritual. It’s a deep bond that twirls around your bodies, binding you together in a dark brown silk and making the two of you one. There’s a warmth that only he gives you, a comfort that only comes from his embrace.

All you want is to marry him. To celebrate the love you share for each other with the people you care about the most.

Then, why is this so fucking hard?

When Minho slipped the emerald ring on your finger, the last thing you expected the upcoming months to contain was a nagging sadness that just wouldn’t go away. This is supposed to be one of the most exciting times of your life, and you’ve spent half of it curled in a ball, sobbing, the stress of it almost unbearable.

You want to marry Minho. You’re more than sure of that. 

So then why are you so sad?

The front door opens, Minho’s voice echoing through the entryway as he speaks quickly to someone on the phone. He seems rushed — not bothering to untie his shoes before wiggling his feet out of them, slipping on the tile floor as he glided to where he left you. You roll your head to the right, catching a glimpse of him comically hopping on one foot as he tries to remove the sock from the other. He’s still chatting away as he switches feet, leaving his socks by the fireplace as he zooms to where you sit on the couch.

“Thank you so much.” He sounds out of breath, quickly ending the call before throwing his phone on the couch. Cupping your face, he brings you in, pecking your lips over and over until he can pull a small giggle from you. “I have good news.”

You quirk an eyebrow at him, tilting your head in his hands. “What?”

“There’s a wedding at one of the venues tonight.” His words are still rushed, and judging from the breath that fans over your face, it’s from all the coffee he’s consumed within the past two hours. “Large event, I’m talking close to 450 people.”

You can’t even begin to process how anyone knows that many people, chest filling with the annoying sadness at his words. There was a couple getting married tonight in a venue you desperately want, and you can’t even get in for a quick tour? “Oh. Okay-“

“Like that’s a ton of people. More than we know combined.”

Unsure of what to say, you simply nod your head, waiting for him to get on with it.

“So I was thinking, if they’re unwilling for us to get one last look, why don’t we sneak in?”

You blink at your fiancé, jaw dropped just an inch as your mind spins with his suggestion. “You want us to crash a wedding?”

“Well, I wouldn’t exactly say crash-“

“What if we get caught?”

“With that many guests? Baby, they’ll have no idea. We’ll just blend in with the crowd. It’s not like we would be there long; just enough time to get a good scope of the place and then we’re out.”

As much as you hate the idea, he makes valid points. You two would be in and out in less than an hour, and what’s two extra people in a crowd that large? Besides, it might be nice to see the venue during a wedding instead of staged. It will give you a better idea of how to plan things.

When you sigh and click your tongue, a triumphant smile spreads across his face. Minho bounces onto his feet, quickly gathering his things as he heads towards the stairwell. “I need to iron my suit, but do you think you could be ready by 8:00? I want to slip in mid reception so we’re less noticeable.”

Giving him a nod, Minho blows you a kiss before he rushes up the spiral staircase, all but running to the master bedroom. You stare at the open binder in front of you, the neat to-do list barely checked and staring at you. Waiting for your next move. Pricking you with a sense of dread that makes your small sadness painful — tenderly bruising you.

///

It’s a beautiful space. Truly, it is.

The venue is old, dating back to the beginning stages of the country, only renovated when absolutely necessary over the years. Both the flooring and ceiling are original, as are most of the pillars that support the building. The best part, one that’s a million times more stunning now that the sun has set, is the wide glass ceiling in the reception hall. On a clear night like tonight, all the stars are visible, buzzing with excitement and blessing the couple below them.

Neck craned, you stare up at the stars, watching the way they twinkle and shine. In them, you start to imagine your own wedding. The lace of your dress against your arms, the flowy gown brushing against your legs as you walk. Minho, in his attire, with a smile that rivals the stars for beauty, and he’s looking right at you. Only at you, even in a room full of people and a sky full of beautiful stars.

That. That’s the moment you want. The moment you’re waiting for. The moment you’ll want to freeze time to relive over and over again.

Your mind flashes with images of the to-do, reminders to send our invitations. When’s your next dress appointment? Fuck, have you found a photographer yet? Why hasn’t the florist gotten back to you?

You breathe heavily, lips trembling as you try to hold back tears. Minho was right, you fit perfectly in the crowd. Nobody has spared either of you a second glance or questioned your relationship to the couple. The last thing you want is to catch unwanted attention, for someone important to realize that you don’t fit in here. So you bite your lip, hard, trying to count all the stars you see tonight.

An arm loops around your waist, the familiar scent of Minho washing over you as he pulls you into him. “So,” he places a kiss on your temple “what do we think?”

“It’s nice.” Your voice cracks as you speak, turning your gaze to your fiancé.

There’s no use hiding your emotions from Minho. He catches on immediately; using the hold he has on your waist, he pulls you into a hug. Face hidden against his shoulder, the tears finally begin to fall as you grip onto his suit jacket.

“What do you need?” He whispers into your hair.

“Wanna go home, Min.”

As quickly as he can, without garnering too much attention, he guides you through the busy hall, taking you straight to the car. He helps you in the passenger seat where you shakily curl into a ball, leaning against the door as your depression takes over your senses.

Minho speeds through the night, dodging slow cars on the highway to get you home as soon as he can. He knows you better than you know yourself — he’s fully aware of the toll that planning this wedding has taken on you. As much as he’s tried to help, he knows there are things that he can’t assist with, leaving him to watch the stress pile up and weigh you down.

The car slows as you approach the stoplight just outside your neighborhood. He hasn’t heard you cry in a while, giving him confidence to reach out and grab your hand. 

“Almost there, my love.”

You let him lace his fingers with yours, squeezing tightly for the rest of the drive. Finally, the car comes to a complete stop just outside your house. 

Minho jokes that this home was the best financially irresponsible decision he’s ever made. Everyone teased the two of you for months as you house shopped; isn’t it too early to buy a house? You’ve only been together for a year and a half, shouldn’t you start with an apartment first?

“You don’t get it.” He told Chan one day when he thought you were out of earshot, punching his older friend’s arm. “She’s not just anybody. She’s my somebody, man. She’s already my home.”

That was four years ago. Four years ago, Minho was confident that this was more than a college sweethearts thing. This relationship was the only one that was ever going to matter in his life; it was a forever thing. Hearing him say those things to Chan when everything was still brand new was what pushed you to sign the lease. To pack up your limited belongings and move in with him. This home is where your love story truly began.

Looking at it now, the stars and moon offer just enough of a glow to help you make out the details — the windows, the patched up hole from where Seungmin and Minho hit a baseball into the siding, the front door — should relieve you. Should lift the stress off your shoulder.

Instead, it makes you cry harder. God, why can’t you just be happy? You have everything you could possibly want, and yet, you’re still sad. There’s still a pain in your chest that just won’t leave, no matter how hard you try. And for what reason?

“My love.” Minho whispers, reaching over the console to rub your back. “Can you take a breath with me?”

You nod your head, even if the hiccups you’re releasing prove that you really might not be able to. Softly, he counts to three, making you breathe in with him, then counting to five as you release the breath. Over and over he counts until your hiccups have subsided, heart beating a little more evenly.

“Are you ready to talk about it?”

Minho knows. You’ve told him several times that the weight of planning this wedding is getting too overbearing. You’ve cried in his arms in the early hours of the morning, stressing over little details that people keep hounding you about. But hearing you now, describing every detail of your sadness and pain rips his heart to shred. 

He knew it was taking a toll on you, but not to this extent.

Once you’ve released every thought, does he speak again, thumb rubbing the back of your hand. The tender flesh of his finger presses into the hard stone on your ring. It cuts into it just enough to send a jolt of pain up his arm, reminding him of the weight of all of this. “Do you still want to marry me? Because if this is all too much, we don’t have to do this.”

It’s not the question, but the tone of his voice that just shatters you. The slight wobble to his words, raspy and threatening to break.

“Of course.” You answer quickly, cupping his cheek with the hand he isn’t holding. “God, Minho, that’s all I want. All I’ve ever wanted was to be your partner forever.”

He swallows while nuzzling into your hand, eyes shutting as a tear rolls down his cheek. “I just wanted to make sure. So what can we do? How can we make this easier on you?”

It’s a tough question, and no matter how hard you think right now, you can’t come up with an answer. The pain is just too much, consuming your brain and not letting you think about anything else.

“I just want to be with you.” You whisper, pressing your forehead to his. Minho lets go of your hand, copying you and placing it on your cheek. “I just wish this pain would go away.”

Your words resonate with him, chest vibrating with just a taste of the hurt you’ve felt the past couple of weeks. If only he could take it away, distract you with something else, even if just for a few moments.

The first kiss is careful. Barely touching yours, his lips move slowly, humming at the taste of your lipgloss. The second is a bit deeper as you begin to kiss him back, mimicking his motions and tilting your head a bit. By the third kiss, it’s deeper than ever, quick with an urgency to taste the other. To breathe in the other’s scent and let it consume one another.

Minho’s free hand lands on your hip, nudging you in his direction just an inch. You pick up on what he wants, climbing over the console and into his lap. Knees on either side of his thighs, you hold onto his face as he pushes the seat back to give the two of you more space. 

“Let me help.” He breathily whispers between kisses. “Let me fuck your pain away, darling.”

He affirms his request by biting your lip, pulling back and letting go before his kisses move to your jaw. 

“Please.” Your voice is shaky, but no longer with sadness. With need. If there’s something you can never get enough of, it’s Minho. “Please, make me feel better, Min.”

The hands on your hips bunch the material of your dress, beginning to hike it up as your head rolls back to give him better access to your neck. Your hands fumble to his belt buckle, shakily undoing it and moving to the button of his slacks.

“Wanted you all night.” He grunts against your neck at the feeling of the light touch of your hands against his growing erection. “You look so fucking good in this dress, baby. Could’ve taken you in the middle of that wedding.”

Both his words and the feeling of his fingers against your clothed clit make you gasp, back arching the tingling that’s covering your legs. 

“All I could think of is how good you’ll look in white.” He moves out of your neck, chin resting on your cleavage as he looks up at you. The fingers sneak into your panties, immediately moving to tease your hole. “How everyone is going to look at you and know you’re all fucking mine.”

Without warning, he pushes two fingers into you, moaning along with you as the digits fill you up. He doesn’t stop until he’s knuckles deep, and then doesn’t even bother to pull out fully. Just hammering into you harder and harder.

Minho hissed when your hand comes in contact with his cock, harder than he thinks he’s ever been. It’s a little ridiculous how needy the thought of you being his forever person makes him; cock painfully throbbing as it screams to be inside you. 

If only he knew you thought the same. When you think about a lifetime with Minho, it doesn’t feel like enough. Time is too short, forever isn’t long enough. Even eternity can’t compare; you need him until universes cease to exist, until all the stars burn out and explode and then some.

“Fuck me.” You moan, unable to take just his fingers any longer. “I need to feel you.”

His lips crash against yours, this time in a more desperate, aggressive fashion. Like you’re devouring each other’s faces as you pull his cock out completely and lift your hips. Minho grabs your hips, swallowing all the moans you give him as he sits you on his length.

There’s no time to take things slow; the windows steam with your shared heat as you quickly begin to bounce on him.

“Tell me.” You whine as your head rolls back. “Tell me you’re mine.”

He chuckles, arms wrapping around your back and pulling you flush against his body as he begins to bite the swells of your breast. “Oh honey. I’m always all yours.”

The car fills with a beautiful melody of moans and skin against skin. Neither of you can take your hands off each other; yours pulling on his hair while Minho’s keep you steady, helping you bounce on his cock with ease. 

It’s in this moment that you realize none of it matters; the pain has eased and the sadness is nothing more than an annoying speckle that’s easy to flick away. So what if planning has been a nightmare? You would relive the nightmare over and over again as long as you always end up with Minho in the end.

Good thing he refuses to let the nightmare continue, tip of his cock hitting your g-spot in a way that has you seeing stars.

“Fuck, Minho!” You cry, trying to move your hips faster to get more of him.

“That’s it, baby, scream my fucking name.” He says with a laugh that gives you the chills. It sounds so possessive, so claiming. “Let everyone know who you get to spend eternity with.”

It doesn’t take much more before you’re hitting your highs together, curses and praises mixed together as you milk each other. Your head lolls back, staring up out the sunroof as you try to ground yourself by counting the stars. Minho’s cheek rests against your chest, kissing the bruised skin as he attempts to catch his breath.

The idea hits him hard, eyes squinting shut as he kicks himself for not thinking of it before. Not moving from the very comfortable resting spot on your breast, he breathily breaks the silence. “What do you think about eloping?”

©: chvnnie 2022

#stray kids smut #skz smut #straykidsland #lee know smut

[petite-gloom-mail]

Hi Megan! I can’t seem to find the video where you say it

But why did you switch from Filofax to Moterm? Was it for the paper size?

Also a pocket planner seems fun! I was in a m5 ring planner, so smaller than pocket size for a while myself. Im moving up to a m6 which is 6 rings but i think a little smaller than pocket lol. We’ll see if I go into pocket size later.

im not sure i ever talked about it in a video but they’re both personal size binders so the pages stayed exactly the same. i just wanted to try a different cover

unfortunately i really don’t think the smaller sizes are for me i got very bored of experimenting very quickly lol

[sleepytecho]

#filofax #plotter japan #plotter usa #diy plotter #ring binder #ring planner #daily planner #planner #journal #diary #own

[missjanjie]

Tell Me I'm Okay, Jasmine | Jasya

Title: Tell Me I'm Okay, Jasmine Summary: Jasmine is a wedding planner that cares deeply about the happiness and marital success of her clients. So, when she realizes something is just not right with one of her brides-to-be, she does what she needs to do to remedy the issue... even if it's a bit unorthodox Word Count: 1591 Relationship(s): Jasmine Kennedie/Daya Betty (with a side of Robin/Aura) Rating: T

This is for the fic exchange @junosjukebox and @themetaluna set up, and I was thrilled to get @petitmonde especially as a fellow jasya appreciator. I genuinely enjoyed writing this so I hope you like it <3

Read on Ao3

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“I know she’s home,” Jasmine murmured after her second round of knocking on the door and ringing the doorbell didn’t bring her client out. Concerned, she fished out the spare key that she had been permitted to use and let herself in, calling out, “Daya?” as she rounded the corridor. 

As it turned out, Daya was well within earshot, but once Jasmine looked at her, she realized that it wouldn’t have made a difference. As a wedding planner, she found it imperative to connect with her clientele, and she found that despite butting heads in the beginning, they had formed a solid connection. If she were being honest, it was one of the deeper connections she had with a client, but she couldn’t put her finger on why. With that in mind, it was clear this wasn’t the Daya she had been working with for the past eight months. 

Daya sat motionless on the couch, eyes glazed over with a far-off expression. Her face was paler than her usual fair complexion and dark circles had started to form under her eyes. It was as if she was there physically, but nothing more. It was only the familiar vanilla scent in Jasmine’s perfume and the clacking of her heels that startled her back into reality. “Hey.”

Jasmine assessed the scene in front of her – scattered invitation samples, wedding binder open with a myriad of post-its and annotations over the visible pages, leaves and petals of fake flowers everywhere from the dog’s bed to Daya’s hair. To call a spade a spade, she was a hot mess. “I would ask if you’re okay, but I think I have my answer,” she remarked as she brushed a few petals aside before joining her on the couch. “Do you wanna talk about it?” 

There was a long, tense silence before she answered. “It feels like there’s something fundamentally wrong with me, you know? Like, was I sick the day of school they teach you how to be a normal person?” She sighed heavily and reclined against the couch, tilting her head back to stare at the ceiling. “Am I okay, Jasmine? You’re unbiased – just tell me I’m okay.” 

At her core, she knew exactly what Daya was feeling; the feeling had hit her twice in her life – once when she faced her gender dysphoria head-on, and the next when she had to come out all over again as a lesbian. She had long suspected the cracks in Daya’s relationship ran deeper than they appeared, but now she started to put together why. She leaned over, placing a hand on her knee and giving it a gentle squeeze. “You’re okay,” she promised, holding eye contact as she spoke. “Does this have to do with Kyle?” 

Daya tensed up and swallowed hard. “I keep waiting for the excitement about getting married to hit. I have fun planning it with you, but when I think about going into the church and walking down the aisle, doing all of these things we’re working on… I just feel numb.” She had previously written off these feelings as mere displeasure towards marrying in a church after caving to the pressure of her future in-laws. 

Jasmine chewed on her lip. There was no easy way to say ‘I think you’re a lesbian’ to someone you’ve known for less than a year. “When you think about why you love him, what comes to mind?” Having been in the wedding planning business for nearly five years, she knew the questions to ask to get couples to reflect on their relationship. Sometimes she would joke that she could take up couples’ counseling as a side hustle. But she never had to ask for this reason before. 

“He’s safe,” Daya mused, “when I’m with him, the world feels calm.”

“Are you attracted to him?” she asked.

“He treats me well.”

Jasmine arched her brow. “That’s not what I asked,” she replied, then asked again more pointedly. “Are you attracted to him? Does he turn you on? Get you wet? Make you c–”

“Jesus Christ, Jas!” Daya sputtered, her face flushed red. Normally, she was the one making off-the-cuff sexual remarks that made others clutch their pearls, leaving her all the more flustered. But, after a moment, she conceded, “No, to… all of that.” 

Again, Jasmine was left with a precarious choice to make. Then, she perked up with an idea. “I’d like you to come with me to my next client if you’re not busy with…” she gestured at the coffee table, “that.”

She mulled it over for a moment before deciding that taking a break from her self-imposed chaos would do her some good. Besides, she had grown to enjoy spending as much time with Jasmine as she could. “Sure, just give me some time to make myself presentable.”

As Daya was getting up, her dog jumped up into Jasmine’s lap, leading her to cheerfully reply, “Take your time!” as she pet him. 

—

After a ten-minute drive, they made it to Jasmine’s next clients. Once there, Jasmine gave a brief introduction of the couple – Robin and Aura, dating for three years, engaged for four months, wedding set for roughly a year ahead. Then they went into the living room where, like Daya, they had binders and samples covering the majority of the coffee table. But unlike her, there appeared to be some basic organization. 

At first, Daya didn’t understand why she was there. The couple was nice, they seemed to have some interesting ideas, but she felt out of place. But as the session progressed, she started to notice something – the way the two women interacted with each other, and with Jasmine. They were equally enthusiastic, offering input and listening to each other, and most noticeably, they were affectionate with each other. She saw them holding each other, gentle touches, quick stolen kisses and her mind started reeling. 

 “Daya?”

She blinked rapidly. “Hm?” 

“I asked which color scheme you thought looked better,” Jasmine replied, pointing to two sets of color swatches. 

“Oh, um…” She looked at the swatches, brows furrowed. “I like this dark teal, it stands out in the right way with the other colors.” 

The other three women nodded in agreement, the session continuing for the rest of the hour. “Do you wanna go get coffee?” Jasmine offered to Daya as they got back in her car.

“Sure,” she nodded as she buckled in, almost instantly gazing distantly out the window in a silence rarely associated with her personality. “They looked so happy,” she murmured with a hint of envy in her tone.

“Well, they are, that’s why they’re getting married,” she pointed out as she pulled into a parking spot, then turned to the taller woman. “Are you happy?”

This time, the silence was deafening. Every word she tried to utter got lodged in her throat until she finally forced out, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

All the tact and carefulness Jasmine had employed throughout the afternoon suddenly escaped her grasp as she blurted out, “Because you’re gay!” Realizing her mistake, she quickly attempted to backpedal. “I just… I mean… You seem so unhappy with him, you said it yourself that he doesn’t satisfy you, you couldn’t give me a concrete reason as to why you’re even with him, other than–”

“My sister is gay.” The revelation brought Jasmine’s rambling to a grinding halt. “She came out when she was nineteen and my parents threw her out. They’ve been working on repairing their relationship over the years, especially after she eloped with her wife, but I don’t think it’ll ever be the same. They don’t look at her the same, there’s this layer of disgust hidden under fake smiles.”

Jasmine nodded as she listened, opening her mouth to reply, but promptly shutting it when she realized Daya was still mid-explanation. 

“Crystal was the golden child. I was fifteen when she left and all of a sudden, I got all the attention and praise I’d always wanted. So when some guy asked me out that didn’t seem like he would murder me in my sleep, I just went with it. And I’ve been going with it for over four years.”

“So…”

She sighed. “Yes, Jasmine, I’m gay. You are now one of the three people that know. My sister and her wife have been sworn to secrecy. My only other option is to be alone.”

“No,” the blonde took her hand and squeezed it until Daya met her eyes, “your other option is to be happy.” 

“How am I supposed to be happy if I’m disappointing my family?” 

“Because you’ll finally stop disappointing yourself. Look, I’m not gonna pretend it was easy coming out as gay or trans, but I wouldn’t take back that choice for anything. Yes, I lost some family and friends, but I found people who care for me as I am. You will too – you have your sister, her wife… You have me.”

Daya cracked a small smile. “Even if I’m not paying you?” she asked, absentmindedly stroking her thumb over the back of Jasmine’s hand. 

She laughed. “How about you get the coffee and we’ll take it from there?”

“Fair enough,” she hummed. Then, as casually as she could, added, “Then I can tell you about the things that do turn me on.” Jasmine hit her arm and laughed as they got out of the car. There was the Daya she had first met. Or better yet, this was the real Daya she was meeting for the first time.

#jasya #rpdr rpf #fic exchange

[athenswrites]

What's In Your Bag Tag

@the-down-upside-finch tagged me in this one! I'll tag @laffy-taffy-creations @wordswrittenbynight @downtoithaca (no pressure!) and whoever else wants to play!

What sort of items (maybe it's just one thing) does your OC always have with them, either in their bag or pockets?

For this one, I'll do IASH, because most of the NYTF characters don't carry bags.

Brigid -- checkerboard bookbag + pockets

Mantle (black superhero mask) shoved into the top pocket

a mixed bottle of ibuprofen, naproxen sodium, acetaminophen, and aspirin.

spare lipstick, eyeliner, setting powder, and mascara

deodorant

hair ties

bike shorts and tank top

folder for schoolwork (never carries their binders/books)

a singular black pen

laptop and charger

headphones

wallet + Metrocard

car keys

phone

Martin -- black messenger bag + pockets

camera case (+ camera)

wallet

apartment key (attached to wallet via a shoelace)

jeans and a t-shirt

work apron, hat, and nametag

business cards

if not worn, mantle (silver skull ring)

Melody -- brown leather tote bag + pockets

Schoolbooks + binders

a full pencil pouch with anything you'd ever need

tablet + charger

journal

agenda/planner

lip balm

extra pins for her hijab

sports hijab

mantle (black plague mask) + lockbox for safekeeping

naproxen sodium and ibuprofen

earbuds (wired)

phone

wallet + Metrocard

dorm keys

Madds -- Galaxy print bookbag + pockets

book(s) on quantum physics

mother's work notebook

school binder (singular)

mantle (black cloak) usually shrunk down and just tied around the handle/hanging loop like a bandanna (or however you spell that)

pencil pouch (a few pens of varying colors and pencils)

laptop + charger (never charged)

headphones (broken)

earbuds (broken)

name-brand tylenol

lip balm

hand lotion

stopwatch

leggings and t-shirt

dice

DND character sheet

wallet (+ metrocard)

dorm keys

phone

Elías -- grey bookbag + pockets

schoolbooks + binders

DND journal + DM stuff (like the screen)

dice (like 10 sets)

pencil pouch (full)

foldable cane

acetaminophen + ibuprofen

Metrocard (shared with Martin)

apartment key (on a lanyard)

monster energy drink(s)

phone (keeps cards in back of case, no wallet)

earbuds

#character development #tag game #writeblr tag game #this one was fun! #writeblr #IASH #martin gf #elias gf #brigid roberts #melody ghazali #maddison de paola

[the-whispers-of-death]

Sarabi (somehow) meets rich readers family and everyone there is like "ahh yes.... son/brother in law" and even if reader tries his best to get them to stop because he doesn't want to spook Sarabi away his family just ignores him and treat Sarabi as if he and reader were already married....

readers mother busts out the wedding plan binder she had for if she ever had daughters (she didn't but seeing reader and Sarabi together is just as good) and starts showing it to Sarabi to "plan his and readers wedding" while reader is dying from embarrassment in the background. once they're home reader apologises profusely for his family and assures Sarabi that they have no need to rush anywhere and to ignore his family, they don't mean any harm they're just excited about reader having a partner

Sarabi would be like "Yes, my family now." After all, he doesn't talk to his own family and Kevin's was never really his family anyways. He'd adore being called "son" by your parents or "brother-in-law" by your siblings! He'd try his best to live up to their expectations.

He'd at first be taken aback by your mother pulling out an entire wedding planner, but then he'd totally be down for it despite how early in your relationship it is. He'd listen to all of her suggestions about the perfect avenues to hold the wedding, what flowers are the best to get.

Sarabi would gently brush off your apologies, say that he didn't mind your family. Maybe he'd even start looking for engagement rings to buy for you.

#shadow company oc: sarabi #call of duty oc: sarabi #cod oc: sarabi #sarabi x reader #sarabi x male reader #I cannot stress how much Sarabi would be down to just get married #sure his previous marriage wasn't loving but that doesn't mean all marriages aren't loving #you do want to marry him don't you? #he's just helping you speed it along #:)