#amy's flea market

[appocalipse]

hello ♥ i'd like to request faded photograph + antique lock and key set with steve. maybe after what happened in s4 with steve and nancy and all that r decides to leave hawkins because she's sure he still loves nancy and she wants to move on? and if you want it could have a happy ending with one of those super cute love confessions ♥♥♥

ahhhh this is so steve! ♥ (also this is my version where eddie and max are alive and fine and hawkins is safe again)

visit amy's flea market ♥

"I need to tell you something."

Steve is not sure he likes the tone of your voice. It's somber, serious. His gut clenches, and for a brief moment, he scares himself with the thought that something might be wrong with you, something he might not be able to help with. 

And it's raining outside, for God's sake. It's never good news on a rainy day like this, is it?

"Everything... everything is fine?"

"Yeah. Yes, everything is...fine." 

You smile, but Steve notices it doesn't quite reach your eyes.

You look at him as if the words are stuck in your throat, as if they're heavy and you desperately want to get rid of them. 

Finally, you clear your throat. 

"I'm leaving."

Steve feels as if the wind has been knocked out of him. "What?"

"I'm leaving. Hawkins, I mean. Tomorrow."

You shrug, as if you're not sure what else to do with your arms, and then you turn around and Steve can't even attempt to read your expressions anymore. 

He knows you've been thinking about college and your future, but he thought... well, he thought you'd stay. You'd told him months ago that you were actually planning to stay. And now...

Steve clears his throat, trying to keep his voice steady. And because he's sure this can't be happening, he double-checks, "For...for good?"

"Yeah. For good."

The silence between you feels like a living thing, thick and suffocating. Steve can feel the weight of it pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe. He wants to say something, anything, but nothing comes out. He's not sure if he's in shock or if he's just too stunned to form words.

"Why?" The question finally escapes him. "Why are you leaving?"

You turn back to him, and for a moment, Steve thinks he sees a glimmer of something in your eyes. Is it... sadness? Regret?

"I...I'm not sure, I guess," you say. "Just...why not?"

The words sound pathetic even to your own ears, but you can't help it. It's not like you don't love this place, this town, your friends... Steve. You do. You love it all.

Too much.

And it's different now. Hawkins is safe. The kids are safe. You're out of excuses to stay and get your heart broken a little further. It feels like it's time to move on, to leave behind the shadow of the Upside Down, to stop waiting for something to happen.

But Steve looks at you like you're making the biggest mistake of your life, and then he says the last words you'd expect him to say right now. "You want to leave and you don't even know why?"

It's not anger in his voice, but it's close. It's desperation and fear and a kind of raw pain that you'd expect to see in the eyes of someone who's just been told they have a terminal illness or something.

"I just..." you stammer, feeling the weight of his gaze pressing down on you. "I have to."

Steve shakes his head, looking as if he's trying to will you to stay. "You don't have to."

"Yes I do! In a way that you don't understand."

"Then explain it to me!"

You're angry now, and a little hurt. All of your other friends supported your decision; Eddie, the kids. Nancy. And out of all of them, Steve is your best friend. Shouldn't he understand most of all?

"It's not that easy! You don't understand what it's like here! I can't...I can't just stay!"

Steve takes a step back, clearly hurt. "What do you mean I don't understand?"

"I mean..." You trail off, feeling helpless. 

What are you supposed to do? Tell him how you are such a coward you cannot stand to see him and Nancy find their way back to each other? 

"...doesn't matter," you murmur. "Doesn't matter. You'll be fine, okay? You have... everyone."

The words taste bitter in your mouth, and you can tell they're not sitting well with Steve. He looks at you like you've just slapped him, and you feel a pang of guilt. But what else can you do? You can't tell him the truth. You can't tell him that you're leaving because you're terrified of never getting over your stupid feelings for him, of watching him and Nancy falling in love with each other all over again.

You can't tell him that every time you think about it, you feel like you're drowning.

"Look," you say, forcing a smile, "it's not like I'm never coming back or anything. I'll...I'll visit. And...and I'll...call."

Steve doesn't return your smile. He just looks at you for a long moment, his eyes searching yours, as if he's trying to find something. Something that you've been keeping hidden. And then he shakes his head, and a small, sad smile finally tugs at the corner of his lips.

"You know what?" he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe...maybe I should come with you."

You look at him, stunned. You hadn't even considered the possibility. Steve...leaving Hawkins? With you? It's a strange, surreal thought, and...no. Absolutely not. 

That would totally ruin your plan. 

"What?"

"Yeah," Steve says, surprising you again. "I mean...why not? It's not like I've got anything keeping me here. And maybe...maybe it'd be good for me to get away. You know? See something new, do something different."

He looks at you, hope in his eyes. And for a moment, you almost consider it. Almost. Because it's so much easier saying yes to Steve than saying no. You could be together, away from all the memories and the reminders of everything you've been through...but you'd still be just friends. 

He'd be with you everyday, and that's the last thing you need. 

You can't stand the thought of watching him find someone else, fall in love, and live happily ever after. Of course, you want him to have all of those things; you just don't want to watch.

Steve seems to sense your hesitation, his hope fading. 

"You don't want me in your life," it's not a question. 

You panic.

"No! I mean...I do, I..." You can feel the words tumbling out of you before you even realize what you're saying. "You just..."

"Is that why you want me to stay here? Just so you don't have to deal with me anymore?"

"No!" You shake your head violently. "Of course not! That's not it at all!"

But the words feel hollow, even to you. Because in some twisted, secret part of your mind, that's exactly how you feel. You want him to stay here, where it's safe, where he can't get close to you, where he can't hurt you. You know it's selfish, but you can't help it.

Steve's expression softens, and he takes a step closer. "Be honest with me."

You make an effort not to move.

"I'm sorry," you manage to say, your voice barely audible. "I don't want you to come with me, but it's not because...I just...I don't think it's a good idea. It'd be better for you to stay here, where you belong. You deserve...you deserve to be happy. Your life is here, your job...she is here."

"She?"

"Nance."

Steve's face twists into a bitter grimace. "What does Nancy have to do with anything?"

"I just mean...well, c'mon, she was your first love, and you still love her, it's clear, a-and now she's single again-"

"Wait, wait, wait, hold on a second here," Steve says, his voice suddenly raised. "Nancy? You think I'm still in love with Nancy? You're kidding, right?"

You blink, surprised by the vehemence in his tone. But Steve has always been…protective of his feelings, refusing to really understand them. You had seen how he and Nance looked at each other when no one was around, how he would light up whenever she was near...even when you were in the Upside Down, fighting for your lives, Steve's eyes would sometimes drift towards Nancy, his expression softening. 

It's obvious to you.

"Forget it," you say. "It's none of my business, I just...I want you to be happy."

"I am happy," Steve says, his voice low. "I'm happy with you here."

It feels like the air has been sucked out of the room. You want to say something, to apologize or explain or reassure...but you can't find the words, and with the way Steve is looking at you now, you're not even sure what it is you want to say anymore.

"Steve," you murmur in a small, quiet voice, your heart feeling like it's tearing in two.

He takes another step closer, and you feel your heart start to race. He cups your face in his hands, his touch gentle but firm, and leans in until his breath is warm against your lips. "Don't go anywhere," he asks.

Right this moment, you're not entirely sure you'd be able to if you tried.

Your feelings are confused enough. Being this close doesn't help. 

"Steve," his name rolling off your tongue is somewhere between a plea and a warning as you look up into his eyes, chest heaving. You tell yourself you want to pull away, that you simply can't find the strength.

"You really think that?" he whispers. "You really think I'm still in love with her?"

His hands are still cupping your face, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks as his lips part, and he slowly leans in, closer, until his nose is almost touching yours. 

You fist your hands in the fabric of his shirt, trying to will yourself not to give in to this, to not feel this way, to not want this. "Please don't," you manage to choke out. "Don't do this."

His lips brush against yours, soft and hesitant. "Don't do what?" he whispers against your mouth. "Don't love you?"

"Steve." Desperation. Feels like the world is spinning out of control.

He pulls back, eyes searching yours. "What do you want me to do?"

Your throat feels tight. "Don't do this," you manage to whisper. "Don't choose me because you think I'm a consolation prize."

He frowns, confusion flitting across his features. "What are you talking about?"

You swallow hard, feeling the tears burning at the back of your eyes. "I don't want you to do this just because you don't want me to leave, or because you're lonely, or-"

Steve cuts you off with a gentle shake of his head. "I know that's not true, and you know that's not true," he says, his voice soft. "But if it's what you need to hear..." 

He kisses you properly this time.

It's the kind of kiss that makes your toes curl, your heart skip a beat, and your stomach flip-flop. It's the kind of kiss that leaves you breathless, and a little dizzy, and more than a little bit in love.�� It's the kind of kiss that tells you, without a single word being spoken, that you are wanted, and cherished, and loved.

"Do you feel like a consolation prize when I do this?" he whispers against your lips. And he kisses you again, slowly, his weight pressing you against the wall. You feel the warmth of his body against yours, the hardness of his muscles beneath your fingertips. "Or when I do this?"

He trails his lips down your neck, leaving a trail of tiny kisses behind. You sigh, arching into him, and he chuckles softly. 

"Steve..."

"Or this?"

He pulls back slightly, cupping your face with his hands, looking into your eyes as he trails his thumbs across your cheekbones. The softness of his touch catches you off guard. His gaze is intense, searching, and you feel like maybe he can see something there that no one else ever could. 

"Do you really feel like a consolation prize?" Steve gently brushes his nose against yours. He smiles. "Because if you do..." He leans in, lips parting just enough for his breath to tease across your skin. "...I'll prove you wrong."

"Actually," you smile, feeling the warmth spread from your chest up to your cheeks. You wrap your arms around his neck. "I think I might need some more... convincing."

Steve grins, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, then." He leans in, pressing his lips against yours in a soft, gentle kiss. "I guess that's what I'll have to do."

[hunterbidenlovesme]

Incredible diva finds at the local flea market last Sunday.

[fastwiemagie]

Bring & Buy at Tokyo Boom

On November the 12th my local lolita community organised a bring & buy event and I was part of the working team! A bring & buy is a specialized kind of flea market: you drop off the things you want to sell with us (the lolita association) and we sell the items. There's a small fee (1€) for each item you drop off. At the end you collect your money for the sold items or get your items back (if they haven't sold). The small fee goes towards our association, we use it towards events.

I knew we were announcing our upcoming Teaparty at the bring & buy event (will be on June 8th 2024), which will be called "Royal Symphony of Roses". This highwaist-skirt of mine is called "The Empress' New Clothes" (after the fairy tale) and also has a lots of roses in it's print, so I decided to wear this skirt in honour of our upcoming teaparty!

I had lots of fun working at the b & b event and it also was a great success! The owners of Tokyo Boom (the restaurant) were also happy and we will hold further events there! ^_^

I bought two gorgeous headpieces for myself. The black one was an immediate must buy and I pondered a bit about buying the white one (because I have no similar black ones, but vaguely similar light-coloured ones), but then my friend offered me a discount and I couldn't resist any longer on the white one!

[id]Picture 1: A mirrored picture of Amy (me), posing in a chair in front of a big Daruma statue. Amy is a young, fat, white woman with glasses and long brown hair worn in two long braids. She's looking very relaxed and laid-back in this picture, as well as confident. She's leaning back in the chair and has her feet crossed over, which you can only see from the angle of her brown-and-gold accentuated boots. She's wearing a thrifted soft pink top and a soft pink cardigan with buttons over it on the top. The cardigan is tucked into her high waist rock, that's also very light in colour. The background colour of the skirt's fabric is off-white/beige and it's adorned with many flowers and portraits of vaguely regency looking women and men in uniform. There are also ships and letters scattered throughout the print. The print seems like a love story, set at sea. The skirt is finished with pale pink tulle lace with flowers on it. The grey tights don't totally match, but sometimes we have to work with what we have.

Picture 2 & 3: Two very similar close-up selfies of two friends: left is Amy (me) and right is my friend @bright-eyes-hope. My friend has an arm over my shoulder and we're both smiling at the camera.

Amy is a young, fat, white woman with glasses and long brown hair. She's wearing an off-white flower crown, further decorated with pink flowers. She's wearing a soft pink cardigan. My friend is a young, thing, white woman with glassed and short red hair in a kind of pixie cut. They're wearing a black bow in their hair and a black hoodie with cats on it.

Picture 4: A picture of the two lovely headpieces (black and white), that I bought at the bring & buy. Laying above them is the flower crown I wore for this event. The flower crown is offwhite and I further decorated it with single pink roses (to match the pink lace of my skirt). See picture 5 for a description of the black headpiece, as that one also shows it better/in clearer detail. The white headpiece is by Triple Fortune and features one big white bow with "Triple Fortune" written in gold, as well as multiple white roses and decorative pearls. Multiple asymmetric white veils drape down from the headpiece. The black and white headpieces are both so lovely!

Picture 5: A close-up of a lovely round headpiece by Atelier Pierrot. It's made from black lace, with black roses and black little satin ribbon bows around the rim. Some white pearls give the headpiece a bit of sparkle and further glamour.

Picture 6: The unmirrored original version of picture 1![/id]

[dollsonmain]

So my cousin and her husband recently purchased a flea market in a prominent shopping district in Springfield, MO, renovated it, and my mom is selling stuff there.

My mom's facebook feed has turned into nothing but advertising for the flea market which is weird because it used to be a constant flood of her spending time with her grandkids.

I was feeling lowly about myself because not only did I choose a bad partner which led to not being able to do things like buy a flea market or exist outside the house, but also because I couldn't set up a booth there. It wouldn't be worth it to ship ponies to my mom to sell, either, because I would be at a loss on each pony after all of the shipping fees from seller to me, me to mom, all of the materials used, and Amy taking 25% of every sale. My mom works there one day a week and my cousin waives her booth fees, at least.

Then I discovered that the flea market had been in the family the whole time on her husband's side, having belonged to his mother. It wasn't even a hard work kind of thing it was just her MiL passing the shop on to her son. It was all luck.

[the39clues-officialcanon]

Dan Cahill collecets...

Baseball cards

Autographs of famous out laws

Civil war weopons

Rare coins

Charcoal rubbings of tombstones

Casts—the size and smell became disturbing, according to Amy)

Meteor fragments

Memorabilia from obscure sports

Creepy photos he found at flea markets

[p-redux]

Weeellll, this is interesting. I just found MORE connections between Sam and C.M. 🤗

I finally got around to listening to Sam's episode of Happy, Sad, Confused with Josh Horowitz. And Sam mentions that he's been in Belgium filming The Couple Next Door. And specifically mentions the city of Antwerp in Belgium. Here's the transcript from the video. 👇

Well, about 3 weeks ago, GUESS WHO mentions that she was going to be in Antwerp?! 👇

Yep, C.M.! When I get a chance tomorrow after work, I'm going to go thru her IG to see if I find more clues. Tonight, I was looking thru her account and looked at this pic from 3 weeks ago when she posted from the flea market in Paris, and she mentions to a friend that she's going to go to Antwerp. Sorry to block out so much of the pic and comments, but there's too much identifying info.

Anyhoo, I'll keep perusing her account when I get a chance again and let you guys know if I find anything else. I'm still not posting her name because this is all still circumstantial--the Anon sighting of them together aside, of course. BUT, the links between them keep adding up.

Stay tuned, mes amies...🥰

PS. Some people are having fun with this and are très interested, including moi, if that's not you, then scroll on by. 😚

PPS. Sam can be dating more than one woman. It's a thing. Men and women can both casually date multiple people, as long as everyone is okay with it, it's all good in my book. So, Sam may or may not be dating C.M. and/or others and I have no problem with that. If you do, then that's on you, don't come whining to me about it. 🤷‍♀️😘

[shadamytrash777]

Black Tea

Chapter Four

Picrew

A03 link

Shadow watched the bustling street below from his apartment window with a nervous air around him. On this cold Sunday morning instead of being back in bed sleeping until noon Shadow was waiting to be picked up by a pink-haired barista. They were going to the Flea Market. Remodeling the café had become a bigger task than both of them had originally thought. A weekend project turned into a month project. Not that he necessarily minded, it was obvious he enjoyed her company, he couldn’t hide it very well since he barely enjoys anyone’s company. Even Rouge tip-toed on the thin ice of his patience sometimes. Speak of the devil and she shall emerge from her room and groggily stomp to the coffee pot.

Rouge prepared a large surgery cup before noticing her roomate. She pulled a smirk, already knowing who Shadow was waiting for. 

“Excited?” Rouge asked. 

“No.” He turned from looking out the window. 

“Apprehensive?” She teased wiggling an eyebrow. 

“Yes, exactly….” Shadow huffed, throwing his hands in the air as he turned to look out the window. “She’s late. I despise being late.”

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, I promise the flea market will still let you in.” 

Shadow sighed in response. Rouge could see he was worried, in moments like this she really could tell how much older she was than him. Shadow was an adult and yet, he was still inexperienced with people. 

“You’ll do fine. She already likes you enough to let you tear apart her whole café.” Rouge chuckled trying to reassure him. 

A beat of silence passed between the two, Shadow was too worried to come up with a reply. Suddenly a loud honk surprised both of them. 

“I think she’s here.” Rouge smiled watching her friend fret around looking for his keys. “Good luck kid.”

Shadow walked to the rusty hatch-back parked on the street, observing Amy as he did so. She wore her hair down today, it reached her mid-back and looked like pink sunrise ocean waves. As he opened the side door he noticed the smaller female sitting in the back seat, completely draped in black. She was wearing earbuds and stared out the window ignoring him. 

“Hey stranger!” Amy smiled and waved at Shadow. 

“Hello Amelia,” He looked behind her with curious and nervous eyes. He had never been good with kids. “Hello, I’m Shadow. You can blame me for wrecking the café.”

With an annoyed look Cream removed an earbud and muttered a greeting back. “Sup, I’m Cream. I know who you are already.”

Amy gave an awkward giggle and pulled the car into the street. “I’ve been talking about you to her.” She paused, “Not that i’ve been talking badly, all good things I swear!” 

Shadow already felt a smile creeping onto his face, the drive had been quick with lots of small talk. Even though he usually hated talking about the tiny insignificant details of everyday life, talking to Amy came easy and without the invisible social rules that he tended to struggle with. Though she mostly leads the conversation jumping from topic to topic not really giving Shadow much of a chance to respond.

Amy pulled into the large gravel parking lot with a mission to get a good parking space, it took two rounds of circling but she finally found a spot that would be close enough to be convenient later. 

“Alright, are we ready?” Amy asked excitedly, turning off the car. 

“To be dragged around all day in the cold when I could’ve been sleeping in? Oh yeah, I’m so ready.” Cream said, rolling her eyes as she got out of the car. 

“Sorry kiddo, I promise next weekend we’ll stay in.” Amy said emphatically. 

“I’m not a kid!” Cream huffed.

“Sorry!” Amy closed her car door with a little too much force causing all three to flinch. Amy cursed at herself knowing she was being sensitive and venting her frustrations would only make things worse. “I’m sorry.” She said again this time with a softer tone.

“Whatever.” The small girl popped her earbuds back in, going back to ignoring Amy and Shadow. 

Shadow watched Amy’s shoulders sag as she sighed, she looked more tired than he had initially noticed. Before he got the chance to confort or ask her about it she already was making her way towards the entrance. Shadow and Cream followed closely behind. Shadow did his best to ignore the feeling he was being watched, Cream was observing him with an intense gaze. He wasn’t exactly sure why, but he didn’t want to find out and potentially cause more problems today. 

The market had been bigger than Shadow had expected, rows and rows of pop-up tents and venders stretched across the large field. Clothing racks lined the first half of the left side, it looked mostly vintage from what he could see. It piqued his interest and surprisingly it seemed it also peaked Cream’s, the blonde girl meandered over to a rack of leather jackets. 

Cream’s face lit up as she began to sort through the rack, though she was trying very hard to hide her excitement. Amy took notice and immediately watched with the eyes of a hawk, she tried to look casual, if she looked too interested Cream would get upset.

“Oh my,” Cream gasped, “This is badass.”

“Language!” Amy said firmly. “What is it? Do you like that one?” 

Cream wiped the smile from her face and slowly took the hanger from the rack. It was a simple black cropped motorcycle jacket, she turned the hanger showing that the back said ‘FLOWER POWER’.  

“It’s alright,” Cream said flatly. 

“Do you want it?” Amy reached over and checked the tag. “It’s pretty decently priced and looks warm. I’ll get it for you.” She smiled. 

“No,” She quickly hung the jacket back up. “It’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” Amy asked.

Shadow watched her eyes flicker back to the jacket and then down to the ground. Perhaps Cream was worried about money, from his own first hand experience Amy wasn’t the best at hiding that sort of thing. He had a tugging feeling Cream didn’t want any money spent on her today. 

“Um,” Shadow spoke up, grabbing their attention. “I’ll get it for you. I was planning on acquiring one for myself anyways.”

“What? No, no. I can’t have you do that.” Amy jumped and shook her head quickly back and forth. 

“Please,” Shadow looked at Cream, knowing her opinion mattered most. “It’s a buy one, get one half off. It’ll be perfect. Consider it an apology for putting the café in chaos.” He gestured to the sale sign above the rack. “I insist, I would be more than happy.”

Cream finally had a real bashful smile spread on her lips, she nodded and turned to Amy. “I deserve this apology.” 

“I-,” Amy glanced between the two and sighed. “Alright, if you really insist.”  

He nodded and turned his attention back to the rack. Amy watched him with a soft smile stuck on her lips, Cream and Shadow continued to look through the clothes side by side. Occasionally showing the other an interesting find, silently of course, Amy laughed to herself, here they looked like two peas in a pod. 

“What kind of jacket are you going to get?” She leaned over his shoulder to look at his current pick. 

Shadow froze up feeling Amy so close, he stumbled over his words. “This one is different from the one I already have,” He held up the hanger for a better view, it was a long and minimalistic leather trench coat. “I don’t know how I feel about it, but I keep coming back to it.” 

“Try it on. Here I’ll hold your coat,” Amy took the hanger and held out her arm for him. “If you keep coming back to it, that obviously means you like it.” Amy paused after those words came out of her mouth, something about that statement hung in her gut and made her heart flutter. He kept coming back to the café and it wasn’t to stretch to say he was coming back to see her. Maybe he likes me? Amy immediately pushed down all the emotions that arose from that thought, it was all too complicated to deal with currently. 

“Yeah, try it on…” Cream said quietly, nodding in agreement. 

Shadow shed off his studded jacket and plopped it onto Amy, she stumbled slightly not expecting it to be heavy. “Jeez, what are you carrying around rocks in here?” She teased.

“Yes,” Shadow said without hesitation and with sincerity. He watched her face twist, confused and then gestured to his pocket. “Go ahead, look.” 

Amy reached into the pocket and pulled out a large chunk of white quartz. “Oh my god, you weren't kidding!” She burst into laughter shaking her head. 

“Wow, you’re weird.” Cream stared at the crystal. “I can see why you like him, Amy.” She teased and smirked up at the pink-haired women.

“Hey, that’s not very nice.” Amy said in a hushed whisper, her face turned a similar shade to her rosy hair. 

“It’s true, don’t concern yourself. I take no offense.” Shadow softly smiled and looked away, looking at her in this moment made his heart feel tight. She likes me! He slid on the trench coat and looked down at himself. The pair inspected his outfit, Cream nodded in approval while Amy covered her mouth subtly hiding a shy smile.

“You look like a guy from that one movie,” Cream rubbed her chin deep in thought. “If you put on your sunglasses it would be identical.” 

Amy never really considered Shadow’s sense of style before. She usually saw him on his way to work and he wore pretty much the same thing everyday, black slacks and dark colored silk shirts in varying shades of black and red. Or if he was dressed for working at the café it was black jeans with a simple dark band t-shirt. However today he must have dressed for himself, layered necklaces and stacked rings, silver chains draped along his side, topped off with large chunky boots that had a slight heel. The coat on top was perfect. She admired the outfit for a little longer, collecting her thoughts.  

“You look good一I mean it looks good, the jacket.” Amy said, fumbling over herself. “Not to say you don't look good, you do! You look handsome,” She quickly stopped herself from anything more, her cheeks couldn’t handle the embarrassment any longer.

“Thank you, I’ll get it then.” Shadow looked away, he couldn’t tell if it was just his imagination, or if she was really flustered. Whatever it was; made him really happy. 

The rest of the day was spent looking for objects for the café, new art and tableware were the main objective. Cream was sporting her new jacket, happy to carry her old puffer coat under her arm, she seemed to be in a better mood. Now she only had one earbud in to ignore them. Amy would happily take this as a small win.

~

Previous chapter/Next chapter

AN: thank you for reading! Please tell me what you think :3

[imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs]

AxZ Week Day 6: Chess

@senshixshitennouweeks it's lemon scented (but nothing too graphic). Read at your own risk (;

“Queen to rook three.”

Another piece gone. And along with it…

Ami glared at the man across from her, who’s handsome face wore the most infuriating expression. Why she had ever agreed to this?

Strip chess. That’s what Zee had called it. He’d come in with an elegant antique chess set he’d bought at a flea market, the pieces designed to resemble the planets and stars, and had offered to play against her.

“Just one condition,” he’d said impishly, “we play strip chess.”

Of course, Ami’s curiosity of whether she could beat Zee in a game. And they’d already seen each other naked, so it wasn’t like they had anything to be ashamed of.

Ami sighed and forced the heat in her cheeks down while going to unbutton her blouse.

She had been winning in the first half; Zee tended to burn through his pawns while Ami preferred playing defensively.

This had led Zee to being stripped down to his underwear by now, while Ami had managed to avoid losing more than her skirt.

Only now, the tide was turning in Zee’s favor ever since she’d lost her queen.

Ami dropped her blouse onto her skirt and turned her attention back to the game.

“Your move,” she said primely.

“How can I concentrate on the game when you’re across from me in your underwear?”

Ami flushed. Shameless flirt.

“If you’re not going to take this game seriously…”

“Oh, but I am,” Zee singsonged, moving his rook to Bishop three, “and I’m enjoying every minute of it.”

Ami rolled her eyes and moved her bishop over a space.

“Check,” she said.

Zee’s eyes raked across the board, his mouth tightening in concentration. Finally, his hand moved to his king and tipped it over.

“I’ll keep practicing,” he said, rising.

“Well,” Ami said, her mood brightening, “you almost had me there to your credit.”

Zee smirked.

“Who says my plan was to beat you at chess,” he said, fingers reaching for his briefs, “I just wanted to be naked in front of you.”

[authorspirit]

A sister call

When she came back from her jog, Amy received a phone call from her sister to go to the flea market. She was nearby so it was ideal for them to meet. Genevieve complained about her parents to their sister and all the stress of high school. However Amy always knows how to cheer up her little sister by goofing around with her.

[flaremberts]

Gringos on the Run (Day 6 Log)...

The group decided to venture out for a day trip to shop and explore the touristy places of Cancun. We first got our bearings, but soon found the locals' attraction to American money too much to handle.

We then attempted to check our haggling skills at the flea market only to find the same was true there too. When Tal said, "how about the daiquiri bar?", it seemed to hit the right chord with the crowd. Dan and Amy did some more bartering until they also threw in the towel and joined the family only to notice the destination just across the street.

At Senor Frogs we were seated in a limited crowd, but this just meant the best was yet to come. The music was perfect for everyone and once the drinks came, the fun started. It was an ideal spot to break up the monotony of the resort world we left behind and let loose. Our name tags were the first to let us know we were not in Kansas anymore.

The next trick by the staff was the low voltage test of endurance and a scantily-clad shot girl waitress. Shots were everywhere, but not in a bad way you see on the daily news. Dancing was soon to follow as you will see in an upcoming video. Musica ruled the restaurant and we enjoyed it all. The best and most underrated part of the afternoon was the torrential downpour of rain, thunder and lightning that took place while in the cover of the establishment. Our weather was picturesque all week because this was the only time we could have complained about it and we were having too much fun to voice negativity about anything.

After we returned back from our little trip, some down time was much needed. Time by the pool, beach, hottub, snack bar, and eventually dinner tables & beds were well deserved. What seemed to be a harmless jaunt away from the resort, turned out to be some of the best fun we had.

(Made with InstaDan)

[purplesimmer455]

A photo of Izumi's room. It's a bit small but with the loft bed she has her own computer and desk area which she figures is going to be great for when her classes start. Plus, she has a mini TV, a comfy but cheap chair she'd bought at the Sprucewood Sunday flea Market, and her mom and dad got her a pretty fancy bookshelf for her textbooks, Manga, novels, and miscellaneous decor. Izumi was nervous as heck to leave home and live with two random sims, but she really liked Amy and Chloe. They were nice and Amy also liked knitting and metal music, while Chloe's super sweet and into baking. Since Izumi had mentioned she loved anything chocolate, Chloe had baked chocolate cupcakes. Although Izumi was shy and was like "Thanks, I'll take one,' Chloe smiled and added 'Take more, Amy doesnt like chocolate too much, so you and I are gonna finish these.' And Izumi grinned and took some more before playfully teasing Amy about not liking chocolate.

Plus, the neighbors came to visit, and not too long after that, Amy's cousin Megan came over.

[appocalipse]

can i please request a worn teddy bear + dusty love letters w/ steve harrington? 🥹 maybe steve feels insecure about his scars and reader makes him feel better and it's all 💗❤️💕🥹

i love this idea! tysm ♥ | cw: a little suggestive but no smut, 0.9k

amy's flea market ♥

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.

"Stevie, do you...w-what's going on?"

You stop by the door, leaning against the frame as you watch him, confused at first, not sure what exactly you're seeing, then concerned when finally you do. He is standing in front of the mirror, his shirt off, hands pressed to the sides of his ribs like he's trying to force himself to see something different than what's before his eyes.

Steve's heart skips a beat as he follows your gaze down. His cheeks flush red. 

He shrugs, trying to play it off. "Nothing, babe. It's just... I dunno. It's been a while since anyone's really seen them, y'know?" He gestures vaguely to the scars on his abdomen.

You feel like your heart might break just looking at him, the way he's so clearly struggling with himself. You take a deep breath, trying to steady your voice, and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around him from behind. "Steve," you whisper, pressing your cheek to his back. And because you don't know how else to explain how much you love him and how much those scars mean nothing to you, you reach around him, gently tracing your fingers over each one, and repeat, "Steve."

He sighs, leaning back into you just enough to let you know you're not upsetting him. "You really don't have to..."

"I want to," you insist, pressing a kiss to the spot between his shoulder blades. You grin. "You know, I actually think they're kinda hot."

You know that Steve's looks have always mattered to him in a way that no one else might be able to quite understand. It's not that he's particularly vain or anything, more like...he still finds it difficult to see his self worth beyond the image he sees in the mirror everyday, beyond his physical appearance. He is still trying to figure out who he is now, outside of being 'King Steve'.

He laughs softly and you can feel him relax a little as you run your fingers over his scars. The tension in Steve's body seems to ebb away. "Really?" he asks, turning his head slightly to the side, gazing at you over his shoulder with a grin.

"Oh, yeah, really," you say with a smile, tracing a finger along the edge of one of the scars, feeling the raised, puckered texture beneath your touch. You gently tug on his arm to turn him around to face you, meeting his gaze with a grin of your own. "I think they make you look tough."

He raises an eyebrow. "Tough?" he repeats, quirking a smile. "I'll take that."

You grin back at him, leaning in to brush your lips against his. He feels so good against you, warm and solid, and you want nothing more than to kiss him until he feels better and the rest of the world fades away. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his skin and the soft give of his abdomen where the scars are. You wonder, briefly, if and how anyone could ever find them unattractive.

"Mhmm, very tough," your lips gently trail down his neck, nuzzling at the soft skin just below his earlobe. You can feel him shiver ever so slightly, tightening his grip around your waist, fingers digging into your skin just enough to make you gasp. You move down to his chest, kissing his collarbone, sucking on the tender skin, your tongue flicking out to trace a line down to his abdomen. You press your lips against the top of his stomach and glance up at him through your lashes.

Steve sucks in a sharp breath as you kneel in front of him, looking down at you with newfound curiosity. He chuckles. "Baby, what are you..."

But then your lips are there, warm and soft as you gently kiss the center of his stomach. Steve tries to remember how to breathe. You chuckle softly as you nuzzle against his skin, pressing tiny, teasing kisses along the length of the scars on his sides, feeling the vibration under your lips as he, too, laughs.

"See?" you whisper, looking up at him with a wide grin, "Sexy."

He laughs, a real, unrestrained laugh that makes your heart swell. "You're insane," he tells you, but there's no sting in the words. He brings a hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing across your lips. Steve's eyes are soft, and he gazes at you like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. "But I'll take it."

You smile up at him, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. You reach up, twining your fingers with his, squeezing his hand gently as he helps you stand. "Thank God," you tell him, laughing softly. "And...seriously, Steve, I love you and I love every inch of you, but we don't have to go to the beach with our friends if you don't want to."

Steve frowns, looking thoughtful for a moment. "No, I do want to," he says slowly. "It's just...sometimes I feel like everyone's looking at me, and I just..." He trails off, shrugging a little. "It's stupid, I know."

You squeeze his hand reassuringly. 

"It's not stupid," you say. "I get it. Sometimes I feel like people are looking at me, too, and I'm not sure why. But we don't have to do anything we don't want to. If you want to go, we'll go. If you don't, we can just...have a quiet day at home or something. I don't mind."

Steve looks at you, his expression softening. "You really are the best thing that's ever happened to me, sweetheart."

[kadebronson]

yesterday me and my friend amy went to this giant flea market and then a super cool horror shop out in the suburbs i got some really fun stuff and plus a few non-pictured lil gifts for people

[fastwiemagie]

Die Vampire laden zum Tanz

I dressed as my favourite musical for the musical party at the end of September! My favourite musical is Tanz der Vampire (Dance of the Vampires) and of course I had to incorporate my Witches' vest into the outfit (because obviously) and red accents & accessories for a blood theme. My new red hair bows went well with that!!

Me and two friends (one doesn't want to be included in pictures) visited the musical party event held by the theatre company. They celebrate known cult musicals and introduce the new musical, that will be introduced this season. We got a sneakpeak for "Rock me Amadeus", a musical based on the life's story of one of Austrian's most famous rock stars Falco! After having lots of fun at the musical event we went to a nearby Japanese restaurant and had the most delicious food. Spy my yummy 3 courses: vegetable gyoza for a starter, green ramen noodles and a melon pan with azuki ice cream for dessert.

Outfit rundown:

- hair bows from Claire's

- red short- sleeved t-shirt (second hand for free)

- black lacy blouse over the t-shirt (second hand for free)

- handmade vest/ gilet

- handmade pointy black skirt (I randomly made this skirt a couple years ago in a spur of the moment. It's amazing!)

- black tights and booties

- black shoulder bag with red details and pentagram (forever in my collection) [there's also a black bat plushie hugging the bag but you can't really see that in the pictures]

[image description]Picture 1: Two young, white women posing together. One is thin, the other is fat. (I'm the fat one). Both have brown hair and wear it in two braids, though the thin woman has noticeably shorter braids and bangs. The fat woman has very long hair and thus braids, and is also wearing glasses (her friend has none). The young, fat, white woman (me) is wearing: a red t-shirt, with a black sheer lacey blouse on top. The shirt sleeves stop before the lace, so you have a bit of lace with only her arm underneath, which gives a pretty effect. Over the shirt and lace blouse (both thrifted) she's wearing a handmade vest with a witchy themed print on it. Her outfit continues with a black pointy circle skirt, with additional layers of tulle for decoration. The edges of the pointy skirt are also decorated with lace (because the answer to lace is always yes!). Black thights and booties finish the bottom off. For accessories she's got bright red velvet hairbows, a necklace with an anatomical heart on it, black lace fingerless gloves and a black hand-held fan.

Her thin friend next to her is wearing a brown beret, a cream-coloured blouse with red decorations and an embroidery-like print which features big roses. She's wearing a cameo brooch pinned to the neck of her blouse. Her outfit continues with a highwaist skirt in dark red (blood red maybe?) featuring a gorgeous fairy tale-esque/picture book-esque print showing scenes from the musical "Dance of the Vampires". It's not officially affiliated, but for fans of the musical it's clear where the inspiration came from. The picture book drawings even show the famous bed featuring in the scene of the "Carpe Noctem" song! White tights and black shoes with cute bows on them finish the outfit off.

Picture 2: A close-up candid picture of Amy (me) standing among the crowd watching the musical show on stage. She's turning around to look towards the picture taker and smiling.

Picture 3: A close-up candid picture of Amy (me) taken from behind. She's happily watching the musical show on the stage and quickly fanning herself with a black fan with white mountains drawn on it.

Picture 4: Amy (me) and her friend waiting in line for the musical flea market. One is thin, the other is fat. (I'm the fat one). Both have brown hair and wear it in two braids, though the thin woman has noticeably shorter braids and bangs. The fat woman has very long hair and thus braids, and is also wearing glasses (her friend has none). Their both dressed in gothic lolita fashion, with a vampire theme. (For a detailed description of their clothes, check picture 1 please.)

Picture 5: The delicious Japanese food I've had! On top of the collage of pictures are the surprisingly big vegetable gyoza, followed by a bib beautiful ramen bowl, with noodles, green vegetables, spring onions, sprouts and a juicy egg. The third image shows dessert: a melon pan, which has been cut open, with a big scoop of azuki ice cream inside, with some azuki bean sauce, an orange slice and mint for garnish.[/image description]

[ulfgbohlin]

: Fobots are the work of Raleigh, North Carolina artist Amy Flynn. She scours flea markets, basements, internet auctions, and scrapyards for cool old junk. Amy then solders and bolts the pieces together to create sturdy, one-of-a-kind sculptures, never to be duplicated.

Have a browse through the Fobot gallery.

[wtffundiefamilies]

Leftover 2013 photos, Duggar fam