#yesterday i was at a shop to buy earrings and there were really some good ones but i didn't purchase any

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Hihihii can you do stray kids reaction to reader wearing something very short for the first time can be nsfw 🫦 Thanks

sure! sorry it took so long :(

that was so much fun to write! hope you like it ;)

warnings: fluff, suggestive and explicit content, nicknames, tiny bit of angst, slight mention of insecurities

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chan

you and chan were going for a fancy date tonight to celebrate your promotion at work. you were meeting in the restaurant so you were getting ready on your own. yesterday you went shopping with your best friend and she persuaded you to buy a short red dress. the type you would never buy on your own. but when she make you try it on you thought it looked good on you. however now you felt a bit unsure, you thought that maybe it was a bit too much. but since you were running out of the time the only thing you could do was leave in that dress. you hoped Chan will like it. when you entered the restaurant he was already there waiting. you saw his gaze slowly slide down your body as you were approaching your table. this already made you blush. maybe it was a good choice after all. Chan stood up to greet you and kissed you, hands resting a bit lower on your waist than usually. “you look gorgeous.” he whispered in your ear before pulling out the chair for you. you noticed that he was a bit distracted through the whole dinner. you only realized why when waiter asked if you wanted a dessert and chan answered “no we’re good thank you”. and after you looked at him confused he whispered “we’ll have dessert at home baby” and winked at you.

minho

minho was sure you wore this skirt for the sole reason of pissing him of. after the argument you had last week you did not speak a word to him. and now you were both at Chan’s party, all evening you didn’t give him one look. but everyone’s eyes, including Minho were on you. tight black skirt hugged your butt perfectly. oh you knew how much Minho loved your ass. you also knew how possessive he was.he watched you have fun and flirt with others all evening but when some dude started to get too touchy with you he finally snapped. “execuse me, we need to talk” he barged into you and grabbed your arm. you did not even manage to react before he dragged you to an empty bathroom and pressed against the door. “what the fuck?” you frowned. “don’t ask stupid questions y/n. i know the game you’re playing” you gulped at intensity of his gaze. “i’m sorry, i really am. and i’m ready to commit. but right now you’re really pissing me off” so many emotions were mixed in his voice. you couldn’t find the right words to respond so instead you laced your arms behind his neck and pulled him for a passionate kiss. his tongue immediately found yours and hands started exploring your body. he quickly focused on your ass, grabbing, squeezing and spanking. “you call this funny piece of poliester a skirt, your ass was begging to be touched all night baby girl.”

changbin

you and Changbin started seeing each other in the winter time when it was absolutely freezing most of the time. it did not give you chance to wear skirts or dresses. but now when spring was around the corner you could finally dress better for your dates. today you were going to watch cherry blossoms, so you opted for a short white tennis skirt and blue sweater. you wanted to take some cute pictures. you saw Changbin eyeing you up when he picked you up but he didn’t say anything. you enjoyed the date and talked non stop. “Binnie look a photo booth! let’s take a pic!” you jumped excited. you couldn’t miss a chance to get some new shots with your handsome boyfriend. he agreed and you entered the small space. the booth was really tiny so you sat on a Changbins lap and started posing. however you noticed Binnie being tense. “hey relax, let’s do a hug” you prompted him and moved more towards him on his lap. “oh” that’s when you realized as you bare thigh rubbed around a very prominent hardness in his pants. “why are you hard?” you laughed. Changbin looked at your lap where your skirt was bunched up around your hips almost exposing your panties, he slowly rubbed circles on your thighs. “i just love your outfit princess, that’s all.”

hyunjin

it was your boyfriends birthday and you decided to surprise him. he loved your body, even when you couldn’t say the same. but with his help you were slowly becoming more comfortable and accepting with yourself. you still were far away from letting him paint or photograph you naked but you decided to take a next step. you’ve never worn anything short around him but now you bought a new mini skirt and wore it to your date. he definitely noticed greeting you his eyes wondered around your hips a little bit longer than usual. “ you look beautiful love” he whispered in your ear now. you came back to his place and you were making out on the couch. your mini skirt now hiked up as you straddled him. his large hands gently massaging your ass. “your body is so sexy, i was so hard when i saw you in that dress.” he hissed and you rocked your hips against his erection. “just like i am now. god what did i do to deserve such a pretty girl like you” he mumbled against your neck, licking and sucking on it. “i’m glad you enjoyed your birthday gift Hyun”.

jisung

you and Jisung had been dating secretly for about six months. since you were both idols you didn’t want any dating scandals and people getting into your business. sometimes you had to interact in music shows or award ceremonies. today was one of this days when both your groups attended same award show. it wasn’t a first time but you were super nervous. stylist decide to give you a sexy outfit today, short black dress hugging your body perfectly. you weren’t used to wearing clothes like that, your group’s concept was more boyish. you’ve never worn sexier clothes with Jisung either, when you were hanging out you usually tried to blend in and cover yourself best in the crowd so no one would recognize you. so now you were nervous for his reaction. you knew that he wore revealing clothes himself on the stage. maybe he won’t even notice you thought. however he definitely noticed. he kept staring at you, eyes wide and dark. he was being so shameless that you started to get worried that someone will notice. you excused yourself to go the bathroom and rest from his burning gaze a bit. as you were reaching for the door you heard his voice calling your name. “Y/N!” you turned around and saw Jisung running towards you. “Ji what are you doing? we’re not supposed to be seen together” you whispered. “i just can’t contain myself, you look so good, i’ve never seen you in a dress like that before” he mumbled pressing you against the door lightly. his eyes shined with both adoration and lust. you blushed. “someone will notice” you tried to protest. “i don’t care” he said and pulled you in for a deep kiss, his hands already playing with the hem of your dress.

felix

you and your boyfriend were invited to his parents house for dinner tonight. they wanted to celebrate their wedding anniversary. you decided to dress a bit more fancy than usual. Felix put on a nice shirt and a tie. you recently found your old black dress. it was short but very elegant so you decided it is still quite appropriate for the occasion. Felix entered your bedroom and started looking around. “are you searching for something?” you asked. “yeah i can’t find my watch.” he said finally looking at you. “oh” he blushed. “what?” you asked checking yourself out in the mirror. you looked fine. your boyfriend approached you slowly eyes gazing at your exposed thighs. “i’ve never seen you wear such a short dress.” “is it too short?” you asked worried now. maybe you should change in something longer. “nah it’s fine. just a little bit distracting” Felix responded hugging you from behind. you chuckled and he leaned down to kiss you. at first his lips were sweet and gentle but after a while he became more desperate. his hands started roaming your body and pressing you against his hard on. “Lixie stop” you said a bit breathless from all the kisses. “we’ll crease our clothes and we need to leave soon” you tried to think rationally despite your boyfriend tempting you. “are you going to leave me like that?” he pouted pointed to his erection. “yes, we’ll have fun when we’ll be back, come on!” you protested.

seungmin

you met Seungmin in the dog shelter this summer, you were both students volunteering. you slowly started to get to know each other working long hours together. attraction was there from the beginning, in shy smiles and long conversations, although both of you were rather timid. after two months Seungmin finally gathered enough courage to ask you out. you agreed with pure joy in your eyes which made him a bit more confident. however you have never imagined that on your first date you’ll end up pressed against the cafes restroom door panties to the side, his bare dick deep inside of you hitting your sweet spot. “fuck Seungmin i’m gonna cum” you moaned clenching around him. “cum pretty, cream my cock” he grunted in between of messy wet kisses. and all of that happened because of that damn dress as he said. he could not resist you. after months of seeing you in dirty sweats and overalls you wore the flimsiest little sundress to your first date. and suddenly he did not have any willpower left, dragging you to the restroom in the middle of the date cause he just needed to have you.

jeongin

“look at that dress, it’s stunning” you boyfriend showed you a short sparkly piece of material. “it’s way to short for me and you know that” you dismissed it immediately. “come on, at least try it on. it will look great on you.” he insisted following you around the store. “fine” you agreed finally taking few other pieces with you to the fitting room as well. Jeongin followed you like an excited kid. it was so cute it made you smile. he patiently waited for you to change and gave his opinions on each piece. you left the dress for the end. surprisingly it actually fit you like a glove. yes it was dangerously short but you definitely liked how it looked on you. you must’ve been staring at yourself for a bit too long because jeongin peeked from behind the door and joined you. “wow y/n” he gasped eyes traveling down your body. “i told you it will look good.” his hands found their way around your waist as he was watching your figure in the mirror. “yeah i actually like it, should i get it?” you asked feeling brave now. “hmm” your boyfriend pretended to think about it while his hands rubbed your hips. “i’m not sure if i’ll be able to control myself if you will wear that in public” he whispered in your ear and nipped at your neck. you arched towards him and replied “is this such a bad thing?” slowly guiding his hand down your body between your legs. “no it’s not” he responded grinning and giving you exactly what you needed.

[irisintheafterglow]

i'm having many thoughts about bf!satoru playing pretend with little megumi so bear with me.

"oh no, we've been hit by a sudden lightning storm! get down, buddy!"

"no, we haven't! your yelling is going to scare the tigers away."

"tigers? i thought we were in africa."

"we were in africa yesterday, but we took a ship to india and now we're looking at tigers."

"oh, you're right. sorry, i'm not good at keeping track of our travel itinerary."

"it's okay; that's why i write it all down in your passport."

the vague sounds of your boyfriend and your unofficial son ring out in the apartment. you shake out your umbrella and hang your coat by the door, the sounds of incessant rain pattering against your windows. your boys are nowhere to be found.

"megs? 'toru?"

"in here!" you follow your boyfriend's voice to the room that you've designated as megumi's room, a place for him to call his own whenever he wasn't staying with family. it was sparsely decorated because you'd only moved into the new space a few days ago, but it was already cozier than the stale dorms at jujutsu tech. "we've decided to adventure into the jungle," satoru says from within the tent pitched in the middle of the room.

"mhmm," you hum in amusement and slight confusion, "and where did you get the tent?"

"stole it," megumi pipes up, his face sticking out of the zippered door flap. he unzips the entrance all the way and you give your boyfriend an incredulous look. "satoru said it was okay."

"you stole it?" megumi snickers at your tone that makes satoru raise his hands defensively.

"you think yaga's gonna be camping in this weather, sweetheart?"

"you're teaching him that stealing is okay," you argue with a hand on your hip.

"if it's from yaga-"

"satoru," you chuckle, dragging a hand down your face. he really was an idiot when he tried to be. you can't say that megumi's smile wasn't making you happy, though. "look, just make sure he gets it back without him actually knowing it was gone."

"deal, now get in here," satoru says before grabbing your hand and tugging you into the tent. it's so small that his shoulders pull forward because he can't sit up straight and his hair brushes the top of the tent. it becomes even more cramped when you crash into the various pillows and blankets they'd pulled from the closet. "look at what we did." his finger points up at the string of lights they'd successfully strewn across the top perimeter of the tent, making your faces glow in soft hues of yellow and orange. "what time is it out there?"

"what, in the jungle?"

"in the real world," satoru corrects. "this explorer is getting a little hungry."

"it's almost 5:00, so we can grab something for dinner soon. but, first, i wanna see these tigers you're looking at." you run your hand through satoru's hair and he leans into your touch. megumi enthusiastically shows you his binoculars toy that changed pictures of different animals with the flick of a bright blue switch. as he plays, you lean back into satoru's chest and his arms wrap around your body. "what were you thinking for dinner, love?"

"i was thinking soup, but i'm good with whatever you're craving," he murmurs in your ear. "i'm just glad you're home."

"me too. maybe we can go furniture shopping tomorrow if the weather lets up," you suggest. his body is warm like a space heater and it's a nice contrast to the chilly winter storm raging on outside.

"i'm also just as happy to sleep in this tiny little tent with you and the kid."

"i love you, satoru."

"i love you more. also, we should get him more pictures for that little toy."

"or, i just portal us to see some actual tigers." you feel him laugh softly against your body. "i could portal us to africa, too. just depends on your itinerary."

"you're very funny," he deadpans lightheartedly.

"i know i am. it's why you love me so much."

"very true. i'll go anywhere as long as i'm with you."

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THE LOVE LASTS SO LONG (12)

In which the Ferrari gang tackles Austria

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MESSAGES

alex 🖼️

hey cherie! I think Charles and I are going to stay in for today the hiking yesterday knocked us out

aubrey 🎬

aww okayy

we'll have dinner or lunch today tho?

alex 🖼️

bien sur!!

MESSAGES

aubrey

morning!

ollie

good morning :)

aubrey

charl and lex aren't coming to explore the city are you still up for it?

ollie

yeah ill come pick you up at ur room

Ollie silently thanked Charles and his old age: a whole morning alone with Aubrey.

“Hey.” Ollie smiled down at Aubrey when she cracked open her door at his knock.

“Morning! You wanna come in for a second? I need to put my shoes on before we go.” She pushed her earring backing on, turning as he let himself in. 

She was wearing a tiny top with no straps the colour of a ripe peach and a white skirt. The heat was unbearable, so her hair was pushed from her face in a long, pretty tail. He wondered how she would react if he smoothed his fingers along her soft, tanned skin  or if he ran his tugged at her dark hair. 

Friends, he reminded himself. But she was so…

He thumped onto her bed face down, earning a giggle from Aubrey. He flipped back up goofily, a little taken a back by the strong smell of her shampoo and perfume while she puttered around the room, retrieving knick knacks and dropping them into her little handbag. 

He pretended for one moment that she was his, and that he didn’t have to take her presence in like a drowning man gasping for air. He wouldn’t mind drowning in her, if this was the sight he would be greeted by everyday. 

“Dude. Stop staring at me like that.” She scrunched her nose. 

“Sorry.” He murmured, not sounding sorry at all. 

She tugged her sambas on, falling onto the bed next to him. He sighed, closing his eyes when she ran one hand through his hair, fingernails catching pleasantly on his scalp. 

He bit back a noise that would surely embarrass himself. 

“Tired? We can stay back today if you want.” The morning light glowed yellow beyond his eyelids, and her soft, accented voice was husky. His chest ached for her, and she was barely a foot away. 

“No, s’alright.” His eyes fluttered open. He realized with a start that while he was flat on his back, Aubrey had propped herself up on one elbow on her side next to him. He tried his best not to look at the slender expanse of her neck and chest. He failed miserably. 

“Hmm. Some shopping, some food and then we’ll head back and take a nap?” She asked, standing and reaching a small hand out to help him. Who was he to refuse? He let her drag him up, laughing when she had to put her whole body weight behind it. 

They spent the rest of the morning perusing shops after the subway ride, not really buying anything but looking and talking. He loved having her near, loved making her smile and laugh and hit his chest when his jokes were inappropriate and childish. 

Every time she turned to tell him something - that usually made him laugh - his hand twitched to reach out to touch her. Her hand, her bare face, the small of her back. 

When they realized that they’d missed breakfast and lunch (Ollie’s stomach was starting to growl, he was still growing, thank you very much) they decided to head back and see if Charles and Alex wanted a late lunch together. 

They made their way to the subway, and Ollie grabbed her hand and slid it into the crook of his elbow with the excuse of not wanting to lose her in the crowd. He threw in a short joke with it, hoping that his need to touch her was not so obvious. 

Ever since she told him that she turned her brain off when she was with him in public, he made sure to show her that this trust she held for him was very much safe and sound. 

She hummed some pop tune as he guided her onto the train, settling them both onto seats. She was showing him Formula memes when someone beside her jostled, tossing her across his lap. 

He glared at the careless man, and hauled her easily onto his lap by her waist without thinking. She went very still, and he was about to apologize profusely or dig a hole and bury himself in it (or both) but she wiggled into a comfortable position. Even sitting on his lap, he could see past her head. As she leaned back against his chest, he carefully pulled her hair up so it was resting against his shoulder and not crushed between them. 

“Let me know if I’m too heavy, I can stand-“

He kissed his teeth with his tongue, “You weigh like 5 kilos, love.”

She let out a contented hum, turning her face into his neck. Her warm breath, her scent and the tip of her nose against his jaw was too much. 

He was a man, after all. And Aubrey was objectively one of the most beautiful, kind and decent people he’d ever met. So with her moving around on his lap and her mouth dangerously close to his neck…

“Is your phone in your pocket?” She asked, reaching behind her. Panicked, he caught her wrist. 

“That’s not-“ his ears felt hot, and she stiffened. 

“Oh.”

Great, now she thought he was a pervert who-

She was laughing. At him, because they were on a subway in Vienna with her on his lap while he had a hard on. 

She was laughing, that bright, clear sound that made him melt like wax on a candle. 

He poked her side, whining, “It’s not funny!”

“It’s a little bit-“ she moved to stand, but he locked his forearm around her waist.

“Give me a second.” He muttered, and much to his chagrin she was giggling again. 

"You know, you had me worried. I thought you weren't..." she started, shrugging, face flushed prettily, "sorry, this is weird, isn't it? You're...you're my best friend."

"You're more than my best friend. You know that." he murmured and he felt her cheek tense into a smile, "What were you going to say?"

"I thought you didn't find me attractive." she bit out, mortified.

"I'm sorry? Have you seen yourself? Of course I'm attracted to you, love. I just didn't want to scare you off."

Finally, it was their station, and they walked back to the hotel, hand in hand. 

She made fun of him all the way there, and he found that he really didn’t mind, especially if she kept smiling that wide, rosy smile. 

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"Good to head back?"

"Oui." Alex smoothed her hair one more time, and they returned to their boys at the small restaurant in Vienna they were eating dinner at.

When they returned to the table from the bathroom - she was seriously collecting mirror selfies from bathrooms - and sat, Ollie wrapped one large hand around the leg of her chair ( and if she had wished that it had been her calf, that was nobody’s business) and tugged her closer to himself. He slung his arm around the back of her chair, fingers grazing her shoulder. 

“Hi.” He grinned, proud of himself. Across the table, Charles made a gagging sound. Alex rolled her eyes while smiling at her boyfriend, passing Aubrey the plate of fruit. 

“Okay, so tonight we leave for France and we stay there for two days, n’est-ce pas?”

“Oui, and then do we have plans?” Charles asked as Ollie swiped a piece of orange off of Aubrey’s plate.

“Le Tour Eiffel, obviously. Louvre, maybe some shopping?” Aubrey suggested, and the boys groaned. 

“It will be fun.” She protested, and Alex smiled sweetly. 

“Sure, Aubs.” His finger traced down her shoulder, and she resisted the urge to shiver. Ollie was getting brave. Ever since their day together exploring the city, he seemed to be getting more affectionate and clingy - which she didn’t not mind one bit. 

Before the Vienna Train Incident, as Alex and Aubrey dubbed it, he had been so sweet. The perfect gentleman, always respectful and kind. She had actually wondered if he’d found her attractive at all. 

But when he had whispered low and panicked in her ear that the hardness nudging into her thigh was indeed not his phone, it was almost like a confirmation for her. In fact, she started to notice the little things: his ears would turn red when she traced the veins on his forearms while they waited for Alex and Charles to come down to the lobby, his eyes seemed to be magnetic against her back whenever she wore a sundress (floral usually. He really liked pale yellow. Not that she was taking note) and his hands almost always drifted to her like he wasn’t thinking. 

She was gaining confidence; that little voice in her head that kept telling her she would be so happy and safe with him if she would just her herself try…

He could make her so happy. If being friends with him was that great, being his girlfriend would be a dream. She just wanted to make sure. 

An idea came to her head, and she looked down. Ollie liked to manspread, so his knee was knocking into her crossed legs. Aha. The shoes she’d chosen for tonight were nice white heels with pointed toes. Very slowly and deliberately, she hooked the point of the shoe under his pant leg and dragged it up his skin. He choked on his water, coughing. And, bingo. His ears were turning that endearing Ferrari colour. 

“You alright, mate?” Charles asked. Aubrey saw through her peripheral that the tall man beside her was most definitely looking at her accusingly. Cute. 

“Yeah, sorry. Choked. So-“ he cleared his throat. “Shopping probably the second day, yeah? Maybe a nice dinner and then we leave for the south?”

“Mm. I think you are right, Ollie,” Alex brushed a crumb off of Charles’s shirt, “the Louvre will take a while. I want pictures.”

“Sounds good.” A very large, warm calloused hand just landed on her knee, sliding slowly up to her thigh. His pinky finger - probably as long as her pointer - slipped under her skirt. Her breath caught, but no choking occurred. 

“Let’s head out then?” Charles asked, waving for the check. 

Disappointed, Aubrey felt Ollie’s hand leave her skin, feeling suddenly cold. But then he draped a heavy arm around her shoulder when they stood, waiting for the other couple to join them in their trek back to the hotel. 

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WELL HELLO THERE

Pairings: Animagus!George Weasley x fem! Summary: George is too nervous to talk to you, so he finds another way to be with you Warnings: Mention of a cut. Notes: I might do another one where he's a different animal. or I'll do Fred. i just wanted to write him as a doggy Animagus.

George wanted nothing more than to talk to you.

you were on his mind every minute of the day.

from staring at the back of your head in transfiguration, looking at you in the great hall at meals and searching for you in the halls.

he was infatuated with you, and he wanted to be able to talk to you, but when he tried yesterday, it didn't go so well..

you were both in potions, brewing up something George doesn't even remember

-

you were both at the same table, reading from the book, measuring and cutting the ingredients for the potion.

"excuse me? hi, can I borrow that?" he looked up from his book and looked at you, his mouth slightly open

"me?" he muttered nervously

"yeah, I just need to-" you said, holding your hand out as you pointed to the knife

"-yeah here you go" he cut you off, picking the knife up and handing it to you. accidentally cutting your hand as he held it out from the handle

you winced in pain "shit" you whispered

"merlin, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I'm really sorry-" he panicked before his potion exploded in his face

he stirred to many times.

he wiped his eyes with his sleeve, his eyes landing on you, your hand closed in a fist to stop the bleeding and Snape beside you, glaring at him

"50 points from Gryffindor" he announced "detention Mister Weasley"

George sighed as Snape walked away. he looked back at you

"I'm really sorry" he repeated himself to you.

"it's fine" he heard you mumbled

-

after that class, George knew he wouldn't be able to talk to you, he'd be too embarrassed and scared that you'd walk away from him, angry or upset at him

he didn't mean to hurt you. he was just shocked and excited to talk to you.

but he didn't want to give up.

-

George was in Hogsmeade, going to buy some sweets and go to the joke shop when he saw you, walking towards the woods.

it was clear as day so he didn't think anything would be in there to hurt you, but he insisted on following you in.

the snow covered the trees and fell onto his sweater, decorating it with little white dots as he followed you.

he watched as you turned around abruptly, hearing something behind you.

he hid behind the massive tree and held him breath, waiting a moment before looking back.

you could hardly see the roofs of the small town anymore, but you didn't go too far in.

he stayed a good distance away from you as you walked, finding a tree and sitting down, leaning against it as you fished a book out of your bag.

he admired you as you started reading it.

he wanted to go to you, but he couldn't. and if he went back, you would probably find him and call him out for stalking you. he didn't want to make a fool out of himself again, but he would hate to be made out as a creep for following you.

but then he remembered what he was able to do and smiled.

-

you smiled as you read your book, it was pretty good so far, and the quiet was nice. you couldn't get it anywhere else.

then you heard a shuffle. you looked up, not expecting anything, it was probably snow falling from a branch.

but there it was. a big ball of brown and white fluff.

it barked at you

you tilted your head. and it tilted it's head back, making you smile.

it barked again, coming closer, it's ears flopping as it trotted its way over to you. you put your book down and held your hand out for it

"well hello there" you beamed as it sniffed your hand before leaning into it

"where's your owner?" you asked, looking around. it barked again, sitting up proudly.

you noticed there wasn't a collar on it's neck

"you're a stray" you frowned

you shifted in your place and patted your lap

"c'mere"

it hurried onto your lap. licking your hand as you held your hand out to pat it's head

you loved dogs. especially fluffy ones. Hermione once got you a book on dogs and you leaned a lot about them.

so you recognised the breed as a newfoundland. and you realised it was a boy

"aren't you a cutie?" you giggled and he snuggled up to your lap.

he barked again. his paw grabbing your hand. you flipped it over and held it out to him, he whimpered, looking at the bandage covering your palm.

he looked up at you, his brown eyes were gentle

"what's wrong buddy?" you furrowed your eyebrows

he looked back to your hand and resting his head in the warmth of your palm.

he was quite small for his breed, so you knew he was a pup. he was still big for a pup but that breeds sizes are really big.

he got up and shook it's body, the snow flying of his fur. making you giggle as he panted.

he sat beside you again and barked

"what do you want buddy?" you asked it

he only barked again. you looked around you and noticed a stick underneath you bag.

"here, go fetch" you picked it up and threw it away.

he ran after it and came back to give it back, the drool coating the stick

you grimaced as you picked it up again and threw it away again.

you stood up as he ran after it again.

he came back and dropped at at your feet, smiling up at you. his tail wagging vigorously

you both played for a while until you realised it was getting dark.

"I gotta go buddy" you said, picking up your bag as looking down at him, you leaned down and pat his head.

"see ya buddy" you smiled before he whimpered

you shivered as you began to walk away, hearing his bark sadly

but you had to get back.

so did he

as you were out of sight, George trotted over to the big tree and hid behind it. putting his clothes back on quickly to avoid the cold.

-

the next week at Hogsmeade you found him again and you played with him the whole time.

you found a liking to the dog, and you wished you could keep him, but you can't keep a stray.

especially with the size he'll go to.

you were sitting by the black lake, looking out at the frozen water when you heard a bark. you looked over and saw buddy. which is what you decided to call him.

"hi buddy" you smiled at him, letting him drop his head to your lap

you pat his head, letting his fur tickle your fingers.

"where do you go when you're without me?" you ask him rhetorically.

"do you have a family? Friends or maybe a mate?" you questioned.

he whimpered, his tail slightly wagging

"I hear ya." you felt kind of silly talking to a dog so casually, but he was like a friend to you

"I mean, there is this one guy" you mentions and his head perked up, it was little things like that that made you believe he was really listening to you

"I tried talking to him a few weeks ago, it didn't go so well though" you sighed, looking at the small scar on your palm.

"he stabbed me, but it's fine, I forgive him, he didn't mean to- I hope" you continued, his tail stopping wagging like he was alert of something

you suddenly remembered you had to help McGonagall with something so you stood up suddenly, grabbing your things

"merlin, McGonagall is gonna be so mad" you cursed to yourself.

you quickly started running up to the castle, leaving him there by the lake, shocked.

you turned to look back to see him a little far behind you, walking behind a tree, you tilted your head and walked closer as you noticed he didn't come out the other side

your mind was probably playing tricks on you, but you wanted to make sure he was ok

when you were about to turn to the other side of the tree you bump into a tall, lanky figure. you back up and look at him weirdly

"where the hell did you come from?" you asked, shaken up by surprise

"i was sitting here, decided it was getting late" he responded quickly, seeming tense

you raised an eyebrow curiously "did you see a dog-"

"-no" he cut you off to reply shortly

you observed his figure carfully.

his hair was messy and his clothes were crinkled lightly sprinkled by brown fur, his pants looking a bit damp from the snow. you met his eyes. his gentle brown eyes.

you furrowed your eyebrows at the familiarity of them before stepping back from him.

he looked nervous and sort of weak. he looked away from you

"you should probably hurry, don't want McGonagall to be mad at you" he said.

"yeah, right, shit" you mumbled, turning away to go and run off before your feet stopped in it's tracks

"wait a minute" you said, turning around only for him to be gone.

you rolled your eyes and rushed up to the castle, deciding to bring it up next time you see him.

-

the next couple weeks you didn't see the dog or George anywhere

until you went to Hogsmeade again. you hadn't visited the town in a few weeks due to studying. so now you can see what new fills the shelves of the sweet shop and what new books there are.

you walked around the town, and sat down by a bench, pulling out a sweet from Honeydukes and re-read the blurb of your new book.

you heard a bark from behind you.

after your last encounter with the dog and George, you had a few suspicions. which is why the book you just bought was about animagi.

you put the book in your bag and looked down at the dog

"well hello there, long time no see" you smiled, patting his head

you got up and starting heading towards to woods, where you first met the dog

"wanna play fetch?" you asked him, making him wag his tail

you picked up a stick and threw it as far as you could.

it came back and looked up at you. his brown eyes begging for you to pick up and throw the stick again

but you didn't. you stood still looking at the dog with a frown on your face

and you decided to reach into your hair and take out the ribbon, taking his paw and wrapping it around his wrist. smiling at him.

"I'll see you next week bud" you said, scratching his ear, making his head lean towards your hand

you got your bag and walked away from him, going back to the castle where you waited for George to come into the common room.

-

he eventually did. he was wearing his Weasley sweater with the letter G knitted on it with brown pants on. but you noticed the bright red ribbon wrapped on his wrist

"that's a nice ribbon" you complimented him suddenly, his body froze as he looked at you

"where'd you get it?" you asked him, your lips turned up to a slight smile

"Ginny" he replied softly

you stood up and raised your eyebrows at him "really?"

he avoided your eyes. he knew you were clueing onto him.

and when he noticed the book on the arm of the couch. the word Animagi on the cover he knew you had caught him

he stood there, silent as you smiled

"how'd you figure it out?" he whispered

"Your eyes" you answered him. he went quiet again, shying away from you

"why didn't you just talk to me, you didn't have to- you know" you chuckled

"I was nervous. you wouldn't've pushed me away this way" he frowned

"you're not registered, are you?" you questioned him lowly

he shook his head

"you know what they'll do to you if people find out, right?" you blinked, worry laced in your tone

"I know. please-"

"-I won't" you cut him off. shaking your head, he let out a sigh and looked at his wrist.

"you should be careful. and am i wrong to assume Fred is one too?" you told him

he only nodded his head

"so do you wanna actually talk, not just throw a stick around and chase it?" you asked "and maybe you could actually take me to Hogsmeade, not just follow me into the woods"

"yeah, yeah that sounds good to me" he nodded vigorously

you smiled

"would you like a sweet?" you looked at the handful of candy from Honeydukes

"sure, gimme a butterscotch, Please"

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[ilovespec]

CHARMING STALKER

| MALE ! Yandere stalker × FEM ! Reader. | Part 1.

WARNINGS !!!! : stalking , some advice from the author , YANDERE MALE !! , pronouns yandere he/his , the reader here is female , pronouns of the reader here she / her , observation , stalking on social networks , shy yandere , possible errors in the text English is NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE!!!

Character description .

September. Russia. City - X .

You went to the convenience store. After all, as usual, you were late at work... But !! At least you'll have time to buy yourself something to chew on... And maybe even a drink..!!!! You have collected all the products for the food of the gods: instant noodles , sausages, mayonnaise and cheese (try this, it's REALLY the food of the gods. Just don't put a lot of mayonnaise, maximum 1-3 teaspoons lol) and most importantly for a good evening... Beer. You almost ran up to the counter with this drink, and had already stretched out your hand to the LAST bottle, when someone's rather big and sinewy palm accidentally covered yours. But immediately that palm twitched and moved away from yours. You turned around and saw a man behind you... He's a pretty tall, muscular guy by the way! He has black (LONG !!!) shoulder-length hair, brown eyes and light stubble and hand hair. He is wearing a black striped short-sleeve shirt, a light gray sleeveless T-shirt and black pants with a leather belt. He also has a small piercing on his lower lip, and jokes in his ears. Because your palms touched slightly, he said... Blushed a lot ??

- ??? : Uh... oh... Erm...I'm sorry, you can have a beer...!!! I have to go to work tomorrow anyway...

there was a strong Russian accent in his voice.

He's so tall and threatening-looking, and shy at the same time... You nodded slightly, but you took the beer.

- You : thank you ! Then good night to you.

You turned around and went to the cash register. You didn't see it, but he stared at your back in shock, and then, blushing even more, smiled as he also went to the checkout.

The next day, you were sleeping peacefully on your favorite couch... After all, you had a day off!!! Yayyy !!!>3 You calmly stretched , stretching your cramped limbs . It's been a long time since you've slept so well...!!!

You sit down at a table in a coffee shop. You decided to please yourself a little bit today >-< That's why you ordered (your favorite drink) and (your favorite dessert). When your order was accepted, you calmly started flipping through the recommendations feed on (your favorite social network). But you felt someone gently touch your shoulder and then you heard a voice you already know.

- ??? : H-hey.. Hello....!!

And when the owner of that voice came out from behind you and stood in front of you, you recognized him. It was that boy from the convenience store!! He smiled awkwardly , and, blushing DEEPLY, leaned slightly towards you .

- ??? : Do you remember me..?? I met you at that store yesterday... well... I'm sorry if I seem intrusive.. N-but... Can you please give me your phone number..?? I think that you are very beautiful and that we could take a walk at our leisure.. I'm Alexander Gnilov by the way..!! But you can just call me Sasha or Sanya.. ! (If anything , Alexander is the full version of the name Sasha ;) )

- You : and I (your name) . nice to meet you ^^

You calmly write down your phone number on a napkin and hand it to Sasha, and he, oddly enough, puts it in his pocket with a happy smile.

- Sasha: I'm sorry... Can I sit next to you... ?

You calmly agree, and Sasha sits next to you. And when the waitress brings you your order, Sasha asks that he be given the same order as you. And the rest of the time you were chatting and having fun <D

You calmly scroll through your account on (your favorite social network) you have increased activity!!! It's good... And you went to drink tea with a calm soul . (I think drinking tea at night is the best pastime. And that's what I'm doing now, ZAAZAZZA) But you didn't notice that someone is already sitting in the tree and watching you. Taking photos along the way...

[augustvandyne]

Neeeeeeed some Angela lopez x reader FLUFFFF🫶🏼🫶🏼

okay babes!

sick day

You should’ve just bought a coat, or used one of Angelas, because now you’re both out sick, and no use to the station.

Your girlfriend had tried to convince you plenty of times to just buy a winter coat, but you wanted to stick it out.

As a kid, you couldn’t ever afford a coat, so you never really had one. But now you could afford twenty winter coats if you wanted them.

But you still don’t own one.

Your sickness had been incoming since yesterday, when you had woken up with a small stuffed nose, and a minor sore throat.

And Angela, well, you were gonna try to keep her away from you for most of the day so you wouldn’t get her sick, but that went out the window when you were assigned to patrol with her.

She was a clingy lover, in private. So she loved to kiss you, and do whatever she wanted with you, especially when you two shared the same shop.

You tried to tell her about your sore throat and your stuffed up nose, but she kept telling you she didn’t care, and kept kissing you anyway.

You bet she was starting to think that wasn’t such a good idea, now that you’d both woken up with hoarse voices and weren’t able to get out of bed.

You didn’t mind Angela being sick, though, because her sick voice was almost as hot as her morning voice.

The two of you were going to spend the day taking care of each other, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

It was hard, but the two of you did eventually drag yourselves out of the bed, and onto the couch.

You’d called your best friend at the station, Lucy, to bring you and your girlfriend some soup, which you knew would lead to a whole basket.

But that was better than nothing at all.

Her and Tim had brought in some ginger ale, as well as the soup, and of course a get well soon basket from Lucy!

You and Angela laughed, and agreed not to eat anything in the basket once the two had left your shared home.

“Oh, I love you,” Angela lay on top of you, turning the channel to a true crime documentary, because that’s what the two of you truly loved to do together.

“I love you, too, Ange,” You kiss the top of her head.

“Ugh, I feel so gross,” Angela buries her face in your chest.

“Me too, baby, me too,” You let out a sigh. “We can take a shower—“

“Mm, no,” Angela’s voice is muffled by your sweatshirt in her face. “I just want you to hold me.”

“That, I can do,” You chuckle.

“I’m so tired,” Angela cries.

“Me too. Think we can con Grey into giving us another day?”

“Maybe if we’re throwing up..” Angela trails off, lifting her head. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“That I pretend to throw up while you call Sergeant Grey? Yes! It’s amazing, and I love you for being so smart,” You smile and tuck a piece of Angela’s hair behind her ear. You pull her into a small kiss, which turns into to more. But you stop before it can go too far, afraid that might actually provoke the bodily fluids.

When you both pull away you both realize Angelas phone is still in the bedroom.

“I’ll go get it,” Angela sighs and stands, temporarily losing her balance, to which you help her stand.

“Don’t need you falling for anyone else,” You cheekily joke, helping her sit back down for a moment.

“I don’t think that’s possible,” Angela rubs her hand down your face, caressing your cheek with her thumb. “I think you made it pretty clear I was yours when you told Jackson to, and I quote, ‘find another t.o. to fuck with’.”

You dip your head into your chest, your cheeks aflame as you laugh at one of your worst decisions, ever.

“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Never,” Angela looks at you with more love in her eyes than ever. “I can’t lie, it was hot. The best part was when you pulled me into that kiss. That was the best first kiss ever.”

“Oh, you know it,” You shrug. “It was still embarrassing. How did I not know he was gay? I mean, I’m gay myself. Gosh.”

Angela laughs, shaking her head at you.

“I loved when Grey shouted ‘It’s about damn time’ from the stairs,” You laughed along with her.

“No, the best part was when Tim added, ‘At least take her to dinner before you maul her in the kit hallway’,” The two of you started dying laughing.

“Ah, we’re gonna have to tell that story at our wedding,” Angela says, only half joking.

She leaves a small kiss on your forehead and goes to find her phone.

You were definitely proposing soon.

[fractured-shield]

WIP excerpt tag

Rules: Post some writing!

thanks for the tag @honeybewrites! here's something from my kind of sort of edited chapter 4:

One copper could buy some of the sweetest pastries on the market-street, even the large ones that she could share with Oenith and Condel tomorrow. Of course, now she had to choose between them.

She was trying to decide between a custard pie and a tart with fig filling when she was distracted by the sound of someone behind her speaking Cenaith. Therien turned quickly, looking at the crowd with wide eyes as she tried to place the voice—no, voices, at least two, and post-war Cenaith at that: variations on the mixed dialects found on young elves born after the old kingdoms’ remnants had blended together into Tarnuvin and Lauthein.

It didn’t take her long to find the two of them—one with tidy red curls wearing the white and crimson of Lauthein, and the other with black jaw-length hair in the grey and brown of Tarnuvin.

“Um—sorry, I—”

Therien probably should have expected them to stop their conversation short to look at her, but the intensity of their surprise to hear her speaking Cenaith was a bit intimidating. She stopped short, flushing nervously.

“Oh!” The dark-haired one said after a moment, lighting up with a grin of recognition. “Oh, you’re Therien, aren’t you?” They looked to the redhead and explained, “That’s councillor Idhren’s daughter.”

“Um,” Therien said again. She thought for a moment, as hard as she could, but still couldn’t find their name among the vague memories of junior councillors older than her, the ones who studied or worked as scribes while she and Oenith and the rest read books or fought with wooden swords and sticks. “Sorry, I don’t—”

“Aestarn,” they pointed to themself. “And don’t worry about it. You wouldn’t have seen me around, I didn’t travel for councils until a few years ago, and I wasn’t officially studying under your father until then either.”

“Really?” The other gave a curious frown—and hurried to introduce himself as Veor, before looking back to Aestarn. “I would’ve guessed it had been longer. I didn’t get to travel for a council until after five years with my mentors.”

“Ah, well,” they shrugged, and moved next to Therien to look at the pastries. “He wasn’t really taking on students for a while there. —Have you tried these before? Are they good?”

Therien shrugged at the last part, directed at her, and decided on a honey cake instead of either the custard pie or the fig tart. It would stay fresh longer, and she wanted to share it with Oenith and Condel. “Never tried them. Couldn’t you have worked under Rosmorn or Aina?”

Aestarn reached into their pocket for a coin of their own, and fussed over the button for a moment as they answered. “Sure, and miss my chance to learn from the war-council mediator? The only Alliance councillor from the Western Expanse? I wanted to research the geopolitics of territory shifts in the last war and western trade routes were crucial to that. It was worth the wait.”

She’d never thought about it that way before. To her, he was just her papa, and none of it seemed particularly significant or impressive, because it was just him. It wasn’t surprising that he’d wanted Aestarn to wait a few years, after her mother’s death, but the fact that Aestarn and Veor spoke about it like it was common knowledge—

How much do I not know about what happened after I left? And—

And Aestarn had been in the market yesterday. She flushed redder as soon as she realized it, and hoped that they wouldn’t bring it up.

Everyone saw me make a fool of myself, didn’t they?

“Doesn’t the second meeting of the day start soon?” She said instead.

“It does,” Veor cut in, trying to direct Aestarn’s attention away from the shop. He squinted at the sun for a moment. “We have a little time left, but they wanted to use the recess to see the market.”

“You wanted to look at jewelry! You said, ‘Ridanna earrings are in style right now, and the stone quality is nicer than we see imported to Lauthein—’”

Therien found herself laughing at the two junior-councillors’ antics. She turned back towards the shop to purchase a small honey-cake as they continued their teasing, then moved out of the way. The cake was wrapped securely in paper. She crumbled a bit off one side, then folded it back into the wrapping and stuffed it into her pocket.

She watched Veor and Aestarn’s playful arguing until she’d finished the bite of pastry. It was good, dense and fresh-tasting and so sweet and—no, that was childish, she didn’t like sweet foods that much. She’d only gotten it to share with Oenith and Condel, and only because the two councillors were there as well.

“So, what did—” she interrupted to catch their attention. Aestarn wrestled with the too-tight buttonhole on their pocket again, trying to put their coin back inside it. She tried again. “What did the Council say about the riots yesterday? I still haven’t heard the truth, only rumors.”

And only what her father and Hal had told her. If she was going to help, she had to know more.

tagging @bonniewame @themboty @runner-owen if you want to join, and anyone else who wants to jump in!

[alltimefail-sims]

Hi friends, and happy Friday!

Yesterday the sims team released its first stuff pack since Paranormal Stuff, so I wanted to give my thoughts and pseudo-review it for you all. I'm not sure if these little reviews are helpful in any way, but I've found that forcing myself to take the time and really isolate the new features, CAS items, and objects has made me appreciate, incorporate, and analyze them among the existent content a little better.

So, with that being said, here's my long and unbiased review of the CAS items from the Home Chef Hustle Stuff Pack! ↓

Let's begin with the outfits shown above. This pack provided items that I absolutely love and have been asking for whilst also giving items that are just...meh at best. (By "meh" I mean that after this review, they'll be forgotten in the catalogue.)

There are multiple variants of apron outfits for both frames and I liked all of them. I'm serious, I even liked the apron dress: it's a little frumpy, but it feels like a perfect cuddly grandma or elderly sim outfit. Also that shirt with the little towel over the shoulder in male frame? Love love love that. Crazy about it, in fact! But beyond the outfits themselves, I really like the color swatches in this pack and the fact that they have clean and dirty swatches. I say it every time, but I love the lived-in, imperfect CAS and Build/Buy items that the sims team has been rolling out lately and I hope they keep up with that style.

I also really love the turtleneck jumpsuit and honestly, it may be one of my favorite CAS pieces to date. I love all the swatches and the way it fits on sims of all sizes. They have been giving us a lot of jumpsuits lately, but this one stands out from the others in a positive way.

As for the clothing items I didn't care for and/or could do without: the one pair of pants that came with this SP. It's not that they're bad or anything; the swatches are fine, they just don't stand out as a staple item to me. Same with the chef coat - it's a nice piece, it has a variety of color and style options, but I'm not sure how often I'll use it as it's so specific/niche. Both perfectly adequate for what they are though!

However, the hoodie, t-shirt with the little ascot, and graphic tee did nothing for me. Some of the swatches on the t-shirt were good (the fire chicken for example) while some felt weird and wildly out of place with the existing animation style/graphics in the game. The shirt with the ascot is just okay, I like how it fit my sims but some of the designs are a bit on the nose and corny. I can't emphasize enough that some of the designs on the shirts were just decent while the other half were really, really bad.

The single pair of shoes in this pack aren't great either. I just thought they looked a little underwhelming, I had higher expectations I guess. I have clog/croc cc that looks much better than what came with this pack if I'm being honest, so I could leave these out all together. Plus, they warp the male ankles significantly, so I couldn't even use them on my male sim as demonstrated in the picture below.

I've seen a few people confused about the gloves that came with this pack, but I actually like them. I especially like the latex/rubber gloves: I would have a home chef wear these at their pop-up-shop for the play pretend impression of food prep safety (like in real life). It's silly, it doesn't impact gameplay, but it helps my imagination and storytelling so that's a fun touch to me. Any touch of realism is a win in my book, and they're also nice to have if you have Dine Out as well! Come to think of it, a lot of the CAS items from this pack would incorporate quite seamlessly with that pack if not for the fact that Dine Out is virtually unplayable. Anyway!

The earrings and necklace are cute, even though the knife is a little chunky. I love silly jewelry though, so I will definitely use all three of them. The tattoo, I'm sorry to say, is kind of goofy as fuck lmao. Just not my personal taste. "A" for effort though? I feel like they could have kept with the chef/foodie tattoo concept and been less on the nose, but it's fine. If nothing else, it's silly and it is in a good location at least? At least they've been trying to add tattoos in the last few packs after going a long while completely ignoring that category all together?

As for the hats...

Need we talk about the hats? They're bulky, chunky, they don't lay on any sim's head properly and it only gets worse as they get younger. We all joke about it, but I don't know that the Sims team has ever seen an actual human wearing a hat before. You'd think after we complain and make jokes about it every pack, they would get the message.

Regardless, the hats themselves would have been, objectively, super adorable if they fit correctly... but they don't. The swatches are pretty fun, the texture is actually nice. So annoying! I hope someone comes out with a default replacement fix because I would use these for my younger sims a lot.

Now...the hairs!

The first scarf hairdo in fem frame looks SO GOOD. Why it did not come in male frame, I will never know. It's one of my favorite hairs to date. Also the curly hairdo for male frames is so cute and like nothing else we have in the game, so that was nice too (and it also should have came in fem frame, but again I digress). I want to give them props as well for the short cut with shaved sides - that is one of the more fashionable, practical, reusable male hairs that have come with a pack. They always somehow manage to mess "staple" pieces up by doing something funky (looking at you Cats and Dogs hair with a fucking pawprint shaved on the side lmaoooo) but this hair is simple and good. Love that. I do feel like there are similar cuts to this already in game, but they don't look as good... so congrats to them for finally doing this haircut right on try 4 or 5 lmao.

I so so so wish they would do what CC creators do and create a headband overlay in the hats category so you could change the hairband color because I actually love the different swatches... I just hate that they're limited to certain hair colors! It's not like anyone is pairing a hat with a hairdo that has a scarf or headband, so whyyyyyy aren't they giving us that option yet? Hopefully cc creators pull through on this one as well.

Otherwise I genuinely have no complaints about any of the hairs. I think they're all quite nice!

Now onto the least exciting part of this review...the littles.

Not much to say about any of this: it's all the same stuff from the adult CAS items, with a lot left out. I would have liked to see an item made specifically for these life stages in mind, but that didn't happen, unfortunately. Everything they converted felt kind of random, and there were things they didn't convert that I thought were a missed opportunity.

For instance: I don't know why the hoodie didn't get converted, or the pants? They didn't make anything original for children, so I don't think it would have been much trouble to convert one or both of these items. In my opinion, the swatches on the hoodie would have probably suited kids better than the adults, and I feel like hoodies are a staple item in every child's closet so you can never really have too many? But yeah, big miss.

The random onesie for infants was weird and I felt like it had fewer swatches than it should have. Maybe they're trying to throw infants in as they're a new life stage and we have so little for them? I don't know. I thought it was weird toddlers got nothing but one singular hairstyle and the giant hat (all life stages got that). They could have at least given toddlers the onesie, too...or even the t-shirt. Regardless, this pack wasn't for kids/toddlers/infants, that much is clear, but they could have been incorporated better with a little more effort, and that's what frustrates me the most!

I'll be talking about gameplay in the next post. If you read all of this, I love you very much. You could have googled "Home Chef Hustle CAS items," but you didn't!! You read my rambles instead and for that I am so thankful. Big smooch on the forehead from me to you. <3

That's a wrap for now. See you in the next one, friends!

[jillianfahey]

Bad Batch Crosshair - Modern AU

Yesterday I read about the Bad Bach being professional soldiers in a Modern AU and how Crosshair was the typical sleep around guy not really getting into relationships because the job would always take him away. In the AU he and Tech are twenty four and Phee (Techs girlfriend in the fic) is the same age. So I've been thinking, what kind of person would change Crosshairs mind to try being in a relationship instead of just adding notches to the bedpost.

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Crosshair shook his head as he walked down the street, he had drunk too much last night and had stayed longer than he thought he would. Normally he didn't stay past one or two rounds unless they were really good. Stretching his t-shirt pulled and he could smell the smoke and perfume on it. The smoke from the party last night was on his jeans and sneakers too. He needed a shower and some real sleep. But first, coffee.

Almost at the thought he noticed a coffee shop up ahead, across the street from a grocery store. Good, he could get some coffee then buy something for his headache. With that plan in mind he stepped into the store.

A young Dathmarian woman was standing behind the counter mixing a smoothie, but looked up at him. A practiced smile graced her face but did not reach her blue eyes framed by dark lashes, a white diamond marking directly in her forehead with two white lines going on either side of her face and disappearing into the t-shirt with the coffee stores logo on it. A grey skinned hand motioned to the wall to her right, "Our drinks and menu are right there. Let me know if you need help."

Looking at the menu decided, "I would like a large black coffee with two shots of Expresso please."

Wiping her hands on her apron, "Coming right up." Turning to the machine, "Do you want a pastry as well? They're in the display case." He watched as she punched buttons on the machine, "See anything you'd like?"

Yes he did, but not in the display case, "What time do you get off your shift?"

Turning to him, "Shouldn't you ask my name before starting on plans?" She had her head slightly tilted with the question.

This didn't usually happen so Crosshair blinked at her for a minute. She broke eye contact and got his coffee ready before capping bringing it over to him and setting it on the counter, "If that is all that will be one fifty." Numbly Crosshair paid up and left.

*******

A few days later Crosshair was out walking again, just getting out of the house now that Wrecker was looking for something to do. Pulling out a cigarette he leaned against a tree and lit it. A deep puff that he exhaled slowly. "You shouldn't be smoking here," the voice to his left made him jump. It was the barista from the other day, wearing stained jeans, beat up sneakers and the coffee shop t-shirt. Pointing across the street, "That's an elementary school, and we can't go having bad examples around."

This made him chuckle, "All I am is a bad example sweetheart."

Her eyebrow raised, "Would it kill you to ask for my name Crosshair Fett?" His surprise must have shown on his face, "Yeah, I know who you are." Stretching slightly before leaning on the tree next to his, "You aren't the first person to come to the coffee shop after a night out, and a lot of them like to talk."

Deciding to bite the metaphorical bullet he asked, "What is your name sweetheart?"

A clap, "He can learn." Normally this would have annoyed him, but from her it was almost endearing, "My name is Lyni. Lyni Opress."

Putting out his cigarette and placing the rest he was going to smoke behind an ear, "I haven't heard your accent before Lyni."

The comfortable atmosphere disappeared in a second, "I was raised in a small colony on Dathomir." She stood up straight, "See you around." Crosshair watched her leave wondering what all of that was about.

****

It was a few weeks later and and it was raining. It had been slow and the deployment had been canceled due to the downpour. Ducking into a grocery store he heard the unusual accent, "Do you have any red weed?" There was a negative response and a sigh. Turning he saw Lyni standing a few rows away with a cart and speaking to a clerk. Thanking the man she turned and went down the aisle.

Crosshair followed her and saw she was struggling to reach a herb on the top shelf. Quickly going to her he stood behind her and lowered it to her reach. "Thank you," she said as she turned around and saw him barely a foot away, "Crosshair." She put a hand on his chest and pushed him a few steps back, giving her space, "What brings you here?"

Running a hand through his wet hair, "The rain. What about you?"

She looked at him, eyebrows raised and extended a hand to the cart, "What do you think?"

Raising a hand, "Good point." Then something he never asked outside of his family even with the people he was trying to sleep with, "Would you like some help?" The smile reached her eyes when she saw he was serious and he was glad he had asked.

Ten to fifteen minutes later found him walking next her in the rain, both of them holding bags of groceries. Crosshair insisted on carrying the heavier stuff as a gentleman. As they walked they talked about different rainstorms they had been in before.

Too soon they were at her little house and she let them both in. Both stood in the living room dripping wet when she started laughing and he laughed too, "Come on, lets get these to the kitchen." He followed her though the little room that held a computer to the kitchen that was just off a carpeted living room and saw different toys on the wooden floor as well as pictures of at least five men with different colored skins put all with the same eyes as Lyni. There was also a picture of her with two kids, a orange skinned boy and a grey skinned girl. Lyni motioned to the counter and he set down the bags he was carrying. When he turned she had disappeared but she came back holding towels, "Here you are," she said as she handed him one.

Both dried off as well as they could before he started drying groceries that she put away. Finally he broke the silence, "You have kids?"

She stopped for a moment before continuing, "Technically they are my niece and nephew but yes, I have kids."

The groceries had been put away and they started working on their water trail, "What happened?"

Lyni took a deep breath before turning to look at him, "My family are either dead, drug addicts, in jail, or part of a cult. Some are a mixture of the last three." With a shrug, "I wasn't in any of those situations so when my brother died the authorities looked at all of us and picked me as the most stable one to have a chance to take care of his children."

Crosshair looked at her with new eyes, of course she didn't have time for mindless pickup lines. Then it occurred to him, "Lyni, how old are you?"

With a slight smile, "I'm twenty three Cross, just a year younger than you." Then tilting her head, "Does this mean I can ask some questions now?" He nodded. Then over some tea they asked and answered questions until the rain stopped and Crosshair left to go home. But he did have a secret joy for in his pocket there was now an e-mail address to keep in contact with Lyni.

****

A few months later Crosshair was back from deployment and following his brothers around the fair where he could beat any of the shooting games. Why was he even here? Then a orange skinned boy ran full tilt into him and the little horns knocked the wind out of him, "Brutal, look where your going!" Looking up he saw Lyni wearing clean jeans and sneakers, a blue shirt and with her hair left loosely flowing down her back. He forgot how to speak for a moment as she reached out to touch his arm, "Are you alright Cross." He nodded and she turned to the boy, "What do you say 'Tal?"

Stepping up, "I am sorry sir." The child had the same accent as Lyni. Crosshair remembered that there was another one and noticed the girl hiding behind Lyni's legs looking up at him with the same blue eyes.

Taking a deep breath, "Its alright kid, but you probably should look where your going." The child nodded seriously. Crosshair extended a hand, "My names Crosshair."

The kid took it, "My names Brutal," then motioning to the girl behind Lyni, "that's my twin sister. Her name is Shadow."

Tilting his head Crosshair asked, "How old are you two?"

"We're seven sir." Brutal blinked when Crosshair grimaced slightly with 'sir'.

Quickly having his face settle back into regular lines, "Would you like to meet my twin?" The boy nodded, "Follow me."

Lyni and the two kids followed him though the crowd that thronged the park, and finally Crosshair saw Tech winning a stuffed animal for Phee. Walking towards them he waved for their attention which Tech gave, "Where did you disappear to?" Then seeing the woman and two kids behind his brother, "What's going on."

Crosshair stood between the two groups, "Tech, Phee this is my friend Lyni, her nephew Brutal, and her niece Shadow. The two kids are twins." Looking at the Dathmarian trio, "This is my twin brother Tech and his girlfriend Phee."

Lyni stepped forward and extended a hand, "It's nice to finally meet you." Then with a slight smile, "Cross told me all about the team's exploits in the emails he sent me." Then turning to the children, "Come on you two, say hello." Which Brutal did and Shadow just waved.

Phee had shaken Lynis hand as it seemed that Tech was too shocked to realize that this was the girl that his brother had talked about. It was the first time there was respect and awe in his brothers voice about a girl Tech didn't know. Phee gave a knowing smile to Crosshair then stage whispered to Lyni, "You should have him win you and the kids some prizes."

Both Brutal and Shadow perked up at that and turned tooka eyes on Crosshair, "Could you win us something? Please!"

He looked a little lost before Lyni spoke, "You can each choose one thing for a prize. No more." As the twins started talking about the best thing in the carnival Lyni spoke to the other three adults, "I'm sorry about this."

To the others surprise it was Crosshair who spoke, "There's nothing to be sorry for." With a shrug, "Their kids."

Lyni gave him a smile before looking at the kids again who had turned to them, "What's the verdict?"

Brutal spoke, "I want one of the Shriek Hawks and Shadow wants a Tooka." Looking up at his aunt, "There are Binturong stuffies too."

Crosshair looked at the kid confused, "What's a Bintruong?"

But Lyni's entire face lit up, "It's viverrid native to South and Southeast Asia and is also known as the bearcat." Then plunging into a five minute talk about the features of the animal, along with its habitat and ending with "And it lives for ten to fifteen years. Plus it smells like popcorn too, isn't that crazy?"

Crosshair had watched her the entire time with a soft smile on his face, Tech looked between the pair in confusion, Phee gave a knowing look again, and the kids absorbed all of the information that their aunt had given them. In reaction to the question at the end of the little speech Phee gave Crosshair a friendly nudge, "Sounds like you need to win her one."

Blushing Lyni ducked her head, "You really don't have to..."

Crosshair spoke up, "You're right, I don't have to." In the same tone, "But I am going to." Then he led the way to get the three Dathmarians their chosen prizes. And afterwards as they all ate ice cream the kids were amazed at how easy it was for him to do so, going through all three of his perfect shots again.

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There you have it. I think he would fall in love with someone who does not collapse under his pick up lines because they are literally to busy being strong as can be. Then when he learns about it he decides to help all he can and remain near them out of respect.

If you want more of this, please ask. I don't know if I'll find the motivation otherwise.

[dausy]

Back when the Barbie movie came out a couple of extremely girly hot-pink cafes opened. I didn't want to go by myself (when husband was deployed) because they seemed awfully crowded during Barbie and they're downtown and I hate trying to park in downtown areas. Anyway, my husband took me to brunch at one yesterday and it was fabulous. We had actually already heard the food was pretty blah but our iced coffes were all actually very good and glittery and cute. Everything was covered in pink and glitter. I'm glad I accidentally dressed appropriately. My one complaint about this city is nobody seems to believe in french pastries. Truly I want just want a good coffee and croissant. You can find a croissant but you can't get it at a coffee shop. If you do then the coffee isn't good.

We then visited the local Comic-con. I like to look but the second hand embarrassment always kills me. Its just not really the land of my peoples. I really wanted to catch glimpses of Patrick Warburton and Zachary Levi on camera but there were so many people, I felt anxious trying to pull out my phone. I was really hoping to find some sort of sailor moon figurine. I know I can purchase them online but I kind of wanted the real life shopping experience. One of my biggest con regrets was years ago, I went to a convention and somebody had a table of unique sailor moon merch. Everything from make-up to jewelry to action figures and just small collectors items. I really wished I had purchased some of the decorative pens and compacts. I've never been to another con like it. This convention, while we are in a large city, is not the biggest convention I've been to. I think the coolest booth I found was for Teeturtle. I did find this little simba figuring which Id never seen in real life before. There was another disney 100 one but panicked at the price of both figures together and didn't buy both.

after that my husband wanted to go to a Gun show ('merica!) and I think he was a little disappointed with it. I was just kind of fascinated because it was inside a freemason hall and I'd never been in one before and it was really weird. They didn't have that many guns. They actually had a lot of scentsy and those adhd bubble fidget toy booths haha. I also saw just as many porn books there as I did at the anime convention.

but in any case the weather was actually gorgeous for once. I just enjoyed being out of the house. We also had a post wide yard sale and we drove around a bit looking at items we dont really need. We also stopped at an alterations place to get my ball gown fitted. I procrastinate too much and the dress I was eyeing was out of stock so I just chose..one of the bajillion others I saved on pinterest and it came in the mail within 24hours but alas..I have short legs and its too long.

I have poor sense of time and didn't realize our ball is in like 2 weeks..and now I have to figure out what to do about my hair. Im going to make last minute hair and pedicure appointments..or do what I did the last time and just do everything myself and wonder what I would look like if I was professionally prettied.

also, we went to a baseball game last weekend and my horrible sunburn is starting to peel off. My entire forehead and ears are flaking in small chunks going up into my scalp. Its a lot of fun.

I did film for youtube and I feel like I have enough extra stuff for a life vlog which is everything I listed here so its probably ruined.

also our facility owner apparently hates me again for something he did that I didn't do so I'm yet again counting days of which its appropriate to have a gap in my resume before we move from here.

[the-himawari]

A3! Fushimi Omi - Translation [SSR] Photographer at Dawn (3/3)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Omi: We’re home.

Izumi: Welcome back!

Taichi: How’d the touring go?

Tasuku: The ride felt great. The weather held up too.

Citron: That’s good to hear~! So, what soup and ears did you get?

Taichi: Uh, it’s souvenirs!

Omi: Ahh, about that… Actually, we weren’t able to buy anything this time.

Tasuku: It was fine in the morning, but the roads were pretty congested on the way back. We were going to buy some at the rest stop, but we gave up on dropping by. Sorry about that.

Izumi: That sounds rough…

Citron: Oh! That’s a shame, but I understand.

Juza: This ain’t a souvenir, but I got this.

Taichi: “Wanko certification ticket”…? What’s this?

Omi: It’s a certification that we ate over 100 wanko soba bowls. Tasuku-san and I got them too.

Izumi: Wait, you’re telling me the three of you ate over 300 bowls!? Amazing…!

Taichi: How many bowls did you end up with at the end?

Juza: The shop workers stopped countin’ after we went past 100, so I dunno the actual number.

Tasuku: The restaurant ran out of stock while we were eating, so it was over before we could give up.

Citron: You ate them clean!? That’s an unexpected smackdown!

Taichi: I mean, that expression’s not exactly wrong.

Omi: We were relieved when the shopkeepers told us we helped them out since not many people come due to them being in the countryside.

Izumi: That’s good to hear.

-pause-

Izumi: (I’ve gotten to a good place to stop in my work, so maybe I’ll have some coffee…) Huh, Omi-kun? What are you doing at this hour?

Omi: Director. Haha, I was spotted. I was making some sweets an apology for not being able to buy any souvenirs for everyone.

Izumi: You don’t have to worry about that, you know?

Omi: No, no. I left breakfast to you, yet I came back empty-handed. At least allow me to do this much.

Izumi: That’s so like you, Omi-kun. By the way, what are you making?

Omi: Buckwheat flour muffins. I remembered we had some leftover buckwheat flour from when we bought it before.

Izumi: It’s soba-related!

Omi: You got me. The truth is, this buckwheat flour has been on my mind ever since I was on my 30th bowl or so.

Izumi: Really?

Omi: You said your sweet tooth has been acting up lately, didn’t you? That’s another reason I wanted to make sweets tonight.

Option 1: “That’s very kind of you”

Izumi: I only briefly mentioned sweets to you yesterday. That’s very kind of you.

Omi: Well… you also mentioned you had things to take care of today. I felt like you’ve been a little too busy these days.

Izumi: I’m getting as much rest as I can, so it’s fine.

Omi: I thought you’d say that. All I can do is make sweets like this, so please have some if you’d like.

Option 2: “I can’t wait”

Izumi: Buckwheat flour muffins~. I can’t wait to see how they taste.

Omi: They’re not bad. They’re not as moist as with regular flour, but they have a crumbly texture.

Izumi: I see. …Wow, there’s a great smell coming from the oven!

Omi: It looks like they came out well.

*ding*

Izumi: Looks like they’re done!

Omi: Shall we take them out quickly? By the way, did you need something from the kitchen, Director?

Izumi: Ah, right. I reached a good stopping point in my work, so I came to make some coffee.

Omi: You’re still working at this hour? That’s a lot. I’ll let our hardworking Director eat these freshly baked muffins before anyone else then.

Izumi: Are you sure? I appreciate the thought… but I think Azami-kun’s going to get mad at me if I eat sweets this late.

Omi: Alright, it’ll be our very own secret then. That solves that, right? If you’d prefer, how about I feed you directly? Here. Say ahh—.

Izumi: I-I’m fine. I can eat it myself!

Omi: Haha, just joking.

Izumi: (It doesn’t sound like a joke when Omi-kun says it…) Alright, I’m taking a bite. …Yep, it’s tasty alright! It has a really gentle flavour.

Omi: I’m glad if it suits your taste. Here, you can take a few to your room too.

Izumi: Thanks! I’m going to eat these and get back to burning the midnight oil!

Omi: Once again, please don’t push yourself too hard.

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[just-1other-nerd]

Yesterday (1st day of June) I was shopping and while I was in this small costume jewellery shop looking for earrings I heard the cashier talk to one of her regulars. I didn't look and I didn't think much about the fact that it was a deep voice like they're more common with men (I didn't care about it because it should be normalized that men buy jewellery). They were kinda loud, so I didn't really have any other option than to eavesdrop, and that's when it got interesting. The customer mentioned that they've been seeing a women's doctor and that they informed themselves about hormone therapy. Later, when I caught a look, I saw she had grey hair, so she was at least 50. She and the cashier continued talking about why she won't do hormones, one reason being she didn't need it to truely feel like a woman, her surgeries were enough for her and she didn't want to have possible side effects. They talked about another trans woman who both of them knew where the effects weren't as she wished and about other cases where it was all they wished for. The trans woman then said she thought about founding a support group and ultimately, why she didn't (one of the reasons not wanting people to be directly influenced by negative experiences others had whilst being in a stage they surpassed by now).

I was so invested, not just because it was some good tea or the first day of pride month but also because as someone living in a rural area (the town I went to for shopping isn't that big either) it's sadly not that common to see someone who's out and loud about it especially trans people and people who are older than 30. I actually only ever met one other trans person because he's the brother of a girl from my year, but we don't actually know each other. I want them to feel safe in rural areas so that they can be loud about their identity.

I hope all trans people have a great pride month. Love y'all 🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵

[namuneulbo]

week one hundred and nine

ive decided im gonna add the title bff to l for a bit now so its easier to tell apart my bff l from my talking stage l lol.

all i remember from monday was that n made me pick my fav trigun character. apparently im wolfwood lovercoded so she was happy i picked him.

tuesday was my high school grad! i wore a big white button-up as a dress w a black tie and my cowprint heels. i liked the outfit a lot!

the ceremony was wayyy longer than anticipated. afterwards my mom took some real awkward pictures of me. later we went for food, we were gonna get mexican but ended up going to this asian fusion place that turned out to be shit TT

we walked through some stores afterwards and then sat at a café for a bit before i had to leave to catch my piercing appointment. i got my right lobe and my belly pierced!! it hurt less than i expected it too which was nice. i got pretty anxious afterwards though bc i thought my ear would heal like shit bc of how close it seemed to the other piercing but its fine now lol.

wednesday we (me, i, bff l and c) hung at bass place and watched the annual president ball hand shaking thing. my old drum teacher was there??? i devoured some cucumber w dip and then i was nice enough to drive us to the music quiz. me and bff l ended up joining l and a. they played hash pipe by weezer right as we joined them which i got really excited ab!!!

i had an oral exam on thursday and i was so terrified ab it. me and d hadnt practiced beforehand but we ended up passing and i think our convo still ended up quite good. the criticism i received afterwards was ab how i said "이 아침" and "이 밤" instead of "오늘 아침" and "오늘 밤". its all good though, ended up getting an a on it so :D

friday i went to a second-hand shop to look for clothes but i had forgot that the one i went to doesnt sell clothes so i ended up looking and cds for a bit. i found born this way on cd and snapped l like "omg lol should i buy it?" but he didnt answer until i had left so i had just kind of left it behind bc i didnt think it was worth it but then later when he answered he was all like "OMG NOOO U SHOULDVE GOTTEN IT SO WE CAN MATCH" TT. so, on saturday when i went out to go thrifting, i stopped by that shop again and got it.

on friday evening me and l watched the perks of being a wallflower. i really liked it and the soundtrack was so good. its one of his favorite movies and i had either way been planning to watch it. he asked me actually last week if i wanted to watch it together w him but we ended up not doing it but i was glad he still remembered on friday.

btw we exchanged twitter on friday. i had to delete all my tweets ab him beforehand so ended up leaving him on delivered for like an hour TT sorry, pookie, im just embarrassed if u see all the tweets ab u of me going "HES SO HOT HE JUST SENT ME SUCH A CUTE PICTURE OF HIS OUTFIT OMG HES SO-."

after buying the cd on saturday i went to one other shop and there i got an anklet and a flannel. i wouldve gone to a third one but it was closed. i wouldve gone today instead buttttttt it closes so early. it closes and 4 pm and i woke up at 12 pm and spent a good... two hours (?) getting ready and the stores quite far away and its massive so i dont think id be able to look through it in time TT maybe im just making excuses.

l and i didnt really talk yesterday, only like... three snaps each and some tiktoks. he was out on bereal yesterday though so im assuming he was just busy and also its good to not,, feel like u constantly HAVE to talk to keep it going, yk? im working a lot on my anxious attachment and its actually gotten way better over just the past few weeks id say bc im starting to really feel like the feelings are thoroughly mutual. with that said... i do hope we talk more today lol. i love talking to him.

sotw: weezer - hash pipe

[sapientiiae-a]

   “Your Highness,” Lieutenant Marras gave the Princess a polite and proper bow before straightening back up, hands tucking neatly behind his back. His smile to her is pleasant yet tense. “There’s been an incident, I’m going to have to request you go rescue Sheik.” 

   He’s tired, it’s too early for this, he’s not even supposed to be here today. Why did all his days off have to end with him getting dragged here for one reason or another? The King’s testy, a testy King makes for an on edge Sheikah, and neither of those two things mixed together were good. He’s trying not to appear as tense as he was, kept his arms loose at his side. He was still very hyper alert of every single move the King made. 

   “Why would I steal jewelry from the Princess’s bedroom?” He asks, not much of a defense but still vocal at least. If he’s going to steal from the Royal Family, he’d steal from someone he’s not always around. Of course Sheik would be the first one looked at for something like that. He doesn’t even know what exactly is missing, Zelda hadn’t said anything to him or appeared upset. Which means it went missing either before he saw her again, after he left yesterday, or whatever was taken she really didn’t care all that much about. 

   The only jewelry Sheik owned was two necklaces. One was his mother’s, a silver Sheikah eye of truth she made and a small golden triangle she gave him. That was it. Both of which were quite precious to him, and Sheik doesn’t place sentimental value on very many things. 

   The King turns and throws something at him. Sheik twists enough to avoid being hit by it, his red gaze briefly flickering to one of the journals he writes reports in, before turning back to the King. “Your daily logs of Zelda’s activities are missing things. I can tell. Intentionally vague. Are you really always by her side or are you purposefully omitting things to miss your own activities.” What sort of mental holes did he have to jump through to reach that conclusion. Sheik omits the stuff that aren’t important or he can’t tell him. Like her little secret trips with him, their quiet meeting spots where they’re alone, the longing glances and soft touches. 

   He'd sooner drown himself in Lake Hylia than write about those things.

   “The maids heard Zelda remark last night that one of her necklaces and a matching set of earrings went missing. Things like that sell for quite the price.” 

   He owned his own house. What use did he have for money? Sheik literally lived and breathed to serve these people. Money didn’t do him much and if he really wanted some pocket change, Granny lets him work around the shop. He’s actually been doing that recently, which is why he takes a couple extra days off from the Castle. He’s saving what he has to buy something. 

   Ironically for the very person he was accused of stealing from.

   “Who can vouch for your location last night?”

   Are they going to hang him? Maybe they’ll lock him up in the dungeons and leave him down there to die. Quite the mirror of what they had the Sheikah do inside the Shadow Temple. 

   “My mother’s dead spirit is unfortunately my only alibi.” He should not mock the King right now. He really needs to learn to bite his tongue. 

The gentle rapping of knuckles against her office door — one, two, three times — was unexpected, though she immediately assumed it was one of the maids (considering she knew it was Sheik’s day off and presumed he would spend it in Kakariko). When she’d called out for the person behind the door to enter, she hadn’t expected to hear Lieutenant Marras’s voice. Immediately does her head snap up from her paperwork, watching as he gives a polite bow and smiles. The smile, however, was deceiving — she can tell something hides behind it.

The news he relays (even if she’d known there had to be some news) was more surprising than his visit. She’d never expected Marras to approach her on Sheik’s behalf, even with what she now knew of the two, though she could certainly respect (appreciate even) this display of concern. His request, however, was not something she understood.

“Rescue Sheik? Explain.”

Lieutenant Marras wastes no time in explaining what was happening, though he is certain to give her a quick synopsis rather than a detailed play by play for the sake of saving time (and Sheik). 

She does not delay — doesn’t even allow the lieutenant to finish before she rises from her desk and rushes for the door, managing a quick “thank you” as she brushes past him and through her office door into the hall. To say that she was livid was an understatement. There were a lot of things her father had done, particularly when it came to Sheik, that left her outraged. But going so far as to accuse Sheik of stealing from them? From her? That was his boldest move yet.

Sheik had been nothing but loyal to their family, and he’d never questioned any of the tasks given when her father sent him on his missions (Zelda did enough questioning for the both of them). He’d always been quiet and obedient, following the king’s every command and most of hers as well.

He may have been a lot of things (a Sheikah, someone capable of dark magic, an assassin), but a liar and a thief were not amongst that list.

And her father should have known better.

When the princess arrives at the king’s office, she does not bother with knocking or any of the other typical formalities. Instead she throws the door open, barging in without permission is a frenzied rage. Her gloved hands are balled into fists at her side and she feels as if her blood boils within her veins.

“Father! What is the meaning of this? Word around the castle is that you have had the AUDACITY to accuse Sheik of stealing from me? Explain yourself!”

She’d all but marched up directly to him, standing but a foot away with a biting indignation in her glare, chest heaving. Her and her father had their fair share of spats and disagreements (inevitable given some of his shady practices), but this was the first time she’d stood up to him to this extent.

And she had no intention of backing down.

[intricatefantasy]

March 5, 2023

I have always wanted to keep a journal of my life, and that desire has only grown more as I have aged. However, what we want and what we actually have the time for doesn’t always coincide. 

I have always romanticized this idea of “journaling” and felt that I would only do it justice if I had a hand written journal. But, that takes way too long and just doesn’t fit in with the lifestyle I’m currently living. As I get older though, I’ve come to realize that there are so many happy moments in the past that feel like a blur to me now. I don’t think I can rely on my memory to remember details of everyday life. But I don’t want to forget.

I am in love with my life, and I really want to treasure every moment of it, and to carefully log my days so I can remember them years and years from now. I had the loveliest day yesterday, and so there’s really no time like the present to start writing about my days. Most of my weekdays (M-F) are quite the same. I go to work, get some movement in my day (a walk/hike, yoga/pilates, or the gym), and then I have dinner and settle in for the night. I probably won’t make any journal entries on those days, unless something significant happens. This week, I do have a lot planned for the weekdays so expect more journal posts!

Yesterday was a Sunday, and it stormed the whole night before with some of the longest bouts of thunder I have experienced in my lifetime. To my surprise, I woke up to a beautiful, sunny day. I live in San Francisco, so it was still cold.. but beautiful nonetheless. 

Tim cooked us breakfast bowls, and then I spent most of the morning reading while he played Elden Ring. We planned to head out for the day around 1 PM. I had heard about the Due West craft fair at the Ferry Building, and we also read news that March 5th was the last day the Bay Bridge Lights would be lit, so it was a perfect time to blend those two plans and make a day out of it.

I really love craft fairs as they usually have two of my favorite things (candles & earrings). I managed to restrain myself at this particular craft fair, and only bought two glass, wavy straws in pink and green. I had been meaning to buy them online along with more retro  cups, but it was so much cheaper in person. Tim, as always, had already brought a reusable bag with him to carry anything I wanted to buy for the day. 

We were at the craft fair for an hour, and then walked around the shops in the Ferry Building. A new shop opened up in the building called San Francisco Trading Post that had booths showcasing products from local artists. I really loved this retro pencil sharpener that was made to look like the old ones in elementary schools that you would twist to sharpen. I thought it would make the cutest decoration on my work desk, but it was $200, so Tim said he would just make one for me. I’m going to hold him to this. 

Tim found this interesting book about the history of Yosemite. We are planning a cabin trip to Yosemite from April 28th - May 1st with a few of our friends. Tim already booked it, and it will be his first time visiting the national park so he told me he wants to be as prepared as possible. This means we’re going to rank our top sites, and top hikes so we can make a must-do list. I love dating someone who wants to be as prepared for a trip as I am. 

Afterwards, we got a late lunch at Senor Sisig. I had been so against trying it because it just felt like a bastardization of Filipino cuisine, and honestly way too overpriced. It was good, but I just don’t think I’d pay that much for it ever again. We then continued to walk down Embarcadero and had a plan to embark on the long walk from there to Coit Tower. On the way, we discovered a history walk through the buildings on the Embarcadero and got to take our time and marvel at all the details and photos from the past that we saw.

Tim has been wanting to take me to the Coit Tower for a long time because he wrote his senor thesis on the murals inside the tower. I hadn’t known that these were produced by Public Works and reflected the lives of working class Californians until recently. Once I found out, I couldn’t wait to go see them. One of the best parts of the day wasn’t the tower, but the journey going up. We went on this staircase that intersected with a private garden that people living in the neighborhood had put together. It was a little oasis in the middle of the bustling hillside. 

I couldn’t really capture the beauty of the tucked away garden, but I did take some photos of the rest of the walkway up:

Unfortunately, we made it to the tower at 5:10PM and the building closed at 5PM so we weren’t able to go inside the building to look at all the murals inside. Tim took me along the outside, and I could see glimpses of the murals throw the windows all around the building. We made a plan to come back again at another date, but I still enjoyed the whole journey there even though we’ll have to come back to get the full experience. 

We continued from Coit Tower down to Washington Square Park in North Beach. It’s an area of the city I haven’t yet had the chance to explore in its entirety, so I just felt excited to be wandering around new streets. I always love seeing all the historic architecture in this area, and learning that it used to be called San Francisco’s Latin Quarter and housed a lot of the artists in the city before becoming increasingly gentrified. Tim and I made a plan to come back and have a date at Tony’s since he has yet to eat at the restaurant. 

We got gelato, and then went to City Lights to wait for the sun to come down. We wanted to see the Bay Bridge after sunset once the lights were illuminated again, so we had to wait out the sun. I love going to bookstores with Tim because we both naturally gravitate towards non-fiction books. He’ll read a little, and so will I, and then we’ll discuss interesting historical facts we learned in the short half hour we’re browsing the bookstore. 

Afterwards, we made the walk down Broadway back to the Pier on Embarcadero to get a final glimpse at the Bay Bridge lights. 

I’m really glad I got to enjoy them for their final night with the love of my life in the city we have fallen in love in. We made our way back home after this, and then I stayed at Tim’s and cuddled for a little before heading back to my place. It’s always hard to tear myself from him because I never feel more at home or more comfortable than when I’m laying with him. I just feel like I always sleep better and I always wake up better when he’s next to me.