#amy's flea market
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hello ♥ i'd like to request faded photograph + antique lock and key set with steve. maybe after what happened in s4 with steve and nancy and all that r decides to leave hawkins because she's sure he still loves nancy and she wants to move on? and if you want it could have a happy ending with one of those super cute love confessions ♥♥♥
ahhhh this is so steve! ♥ (also this is my version where eddie and max are alive and fine and hawkins is safe again)
visit amy's flea market ♥
"I need to tell you something."
Steve is not sure he likes the tone of your voice. It's somber, serious. His gut clenches, and for a brief moment, he scares himself with the thought that something might be wrong with you, something he might not be able to help with.
And it's raining outside, for God's sake. It's never good news on a rainy day like this, is it?
"Everything... everything is fine?"
"Yeah. Yes, everything is...fine."
You smile, but Steve notices it doesn't quite reach your eyes.
You look at him as if the words are stuck in your throat, as if they're heavy and you desperately want to get rid of them.
Finally, you clear your throat.
"I'm leaving."
Steve feels as if the wind has been knocked out of him. "What?"
"I'm leaving. Hawkins, I mean. Tomorrow."
You shrug, as if you're not sure what else to do with your arms, and then you turn around and Steve can't even attempt to read your expressions anymore.
He knows you've been thinking about college and your future, but he thought... well, he thought you'd stay. You'd told him months ago that you were actually planning to stay. And now...
Steve clears his throat, trying to keep his voice steady. And because he's sure this can't be happening, he double-checks, "For...for good?"
"Yeah. For good."
The silence between you feels like a living thing, thick and suffocating. Steve can feel the weight of it pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe. He wants to say something, anything, but nothing comes out. He's not sure if he's in shock or if he's just too stunned to form words.
"Why?" The question finally escapes him. "Why are you leaving?"
You turn back to him, and for a moment, Steve thinks he sees a glimmer of something in your eyes. Is it... sadness? Regret?
"I...I'm not sure, I guess," you say. "Just...why not?"
The words sound pathetic even to your own ears, but you can't help it. It's not like you don't love this place, this town, your friends... Steve. You do. You love it all.
Too much.
And it's different now. Hawkins is safe. The kids are safe. You're out of excuses to stay and get your heart broken a little further. It feels like it's time to move on, to leave behind the shadow of the Upside Down, to stop waiting for something to happen.
But Steve looks at you like you're making the biggest mistake of your life, and then he says the last words you'd expect him to say right now. "You want to leave and you don't even know why?"
It's not anger in his voice, but it's close. It's desperation and fear and a kind of raw pain that you'd expect to see in the eyes of someone who's just been told they have a terminal illness or something.
"I just..." you stammer, feeling the weight of his gaze pressing down on you. "I have to."
Steve shakes his head, looking as if he's trying to will you to stay. "You don't have to."
"Yes I do! In a way that you don't understand."
"Then explain it to me!"
You're angry now, and a little hurt. All of your other friends supported your decision; Eddie, the kids. Nancy. And out of all of them, Steve is your best friend. Shouldn't he understand most of all?
"It's not that easy! You don't understand what it's like here! I can't...I can't just stay!"
Steve takes a step back, clearly hurt. "What do you mean I don't understand?"
"I mean..." You trail off, feeling helpless.
What are you supposed to do? Tell him how you are such a coward you cannot stand to see him and Nancy find their way back to each other?
"...doesn't matter," you murmur. "Doesn't matter. You'll be fine, okay? You have... everyone."
The words taste bitter in your mouth, and you can tell they're not sitting well with Steve. He looks at you like you've just slapped him, and you feel a pang of guilt. But what else can you do? You can't tell him the truth. You can't tell him that you're leaving because you're terrified of never getting over your stupid feelings for him, of watching him and Nancy falling in love with each other all over again.
You can't tell him that every time you think about it, you feel like you're drowning.
"Look," you say, forcing a smile, "it's not like I'm never coming back or anything. I'll...I'll visit. And...and I'll...call."
Steve doesn't return your smile. He just looks at you for a long moment, his eyes searching yours, as if he's trying to find something. Something that you've been keeping hidden. And then he shakes his head, and a small, sad smile finally tugs at the corner of his lips.
"You know what?" he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe...maybe I should come with you."
You look at him, stunned. You hadn't even considered the possibility. Steve...leaving Hawkins? With you? It's a strange, surreal thought, and...no. Absolutely not.
That would totally ruin your plan.
"What?"
"Yeah," Steve says, surprising you again. "I mean...why not? It's not like I've got anything keeping me here. And maybe...maybe it'd be good for me to get away. You know? See something new, do something different."
He looks at you, hope in his eyes. And for a moment, you almost consider it. Almost. Because it's so much easier saying yes to Steve than saying no. You could be together, away from all the memories and the reminders of everything you've been through...but you'd still be just friends.
He'd be with you everyday, and that's the last thing you need.
You can't stand the thought of watching him find someone else, fall in love, and live happily ever after. Of course, you want him to have all of those things; you just don't want to watch.
Steve seems to sense your hesitation, his hope fading.
"You don't want me in your life," it's not a question.
You panic.
"No! I mean...I do, I..." You can feel the words tumbling out of you before you even realize what you're saying. "You just..."
"Is that why you want me to stay here? Just so you don't have to deal with me anymore?"
"No!" You shake your head violently. "Of course not! That's not it at all!"
But the words feel hollow, even to you. Because in some twisted, secret part of your mind, that's exactly how you feel. You want him to stay here, where it's safe, where he can't get close to you, where he can't hurt you. You know it's selfish, but you can't help it.
Steve's expression softens, and he takes a step closer. "Be honest with me."
You make an effort not to move.
"I'm sorry," you manage to say, your voice barely audible. "I don't want you to come with me, but it's not because...I just...I don't think it's a good idea. It'd be better for you to stay here, where you belong. You deserve...you deserve to be happy. Your life is here, your job...she is here."
"She?"
"Nance."
Steve's face twists into a bitter grimace. "What does Nancy have to do with anything?"
"I just mean...well, c'mon, she was your first love, and you still love her, it's clear, a-and now she's single again-"
"Wait, wait, wait, hold on a second here," Steve says, his voice suddenly raised. "Nancy? You think I'm still in love with Nancy? You're kidding, right?"
You blink, surprised by the vehemence in his tone. But Steve has always been…protective of his feelings, refusing to really understand them. You had seen how he and Nance looked at each other when no one was around, how he would light up whenever she was near...even when you were in the Upside Down, fighting for your lives, Steve's eyes would sometimes drift towards Nancy, his expression softening.
It's obvious to you.
"Forget it," you say. "It's none of my business, I just...I want you to be happy."
"I am happy," Steve says, his voice low. "I'm happy with you here."
It feels like the air has been sucked out of the room. You want to say something, to apologize or explain or reassure...but you can't find the words, and with the way Steve is looking at you now, you're not even sure what it is you want to say anymore.
"Steve," you murmur in a small, quiet voice, your heart feeling like it's tearing in two.
He takes another step closer, and you feel your heart start to race. He cups your face in his hands, his touch gentle but firm, and leans in until his breath is warm against your lips. "Don't go anywhere," he asks.
Right this moment, you're not entirely sure you'd be able to if you tried.
Your feelings are confused enough. Being this close doesn't help.
"Steve," his name rolling off your tongue is somewhere between a plea and a warning as you look up into his eyes, chest heaving. You tell yourself you want to pull away, that you simply can't find the strength.
"You really think that?" he whispers. "You really think I'm still in love with her?"
His hands are still cupping your face, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks as his lips part, and he slowly leans in, closer, until his nose is almost touching yours.
You fist your hands in the fabric of his shirt, trying to will yourself not to give in to this, to not feel this way, to not want this. "Please don't," you manage to choke out. "Don't do this."
His lips brush against yours, soft and hesitant. "Don't do what?" he whispers against your mouth. "Don't love you?"
"Steve." Desperation. Feels like the world is spinning out of control.
He pulls back, eyes searching yours. "What do you want me to do?"
Your throat feels tight. "Don't do this," you manage to whisper. "Don't choose me because you think I'm a consolation prize."
He frowns, confusion flitting across his features. "What are you talking about?"
You swallow hard, feeling the tears burning at the back of your eyes. "I don't want you to do this just because you don't want me to leave, or because you're lonely, or-"
Steve cuts you off with a gentle shake of his head. "I know that's not true, and you know that's not true," he says, his voice soft. "But if it's what you need to hear..."
He kisses you properly this time.
It's the kind of kiss that makes your toes curl, your heart skip a beat, and your stomach flip-flop. It's the kind of kiss that leaves you breathless, and a little dizzy, and more than a little bit in love. It's the kind of kiss that tells you, without a single word being spoken, that you are wanted, and cherished, and loved.
"Do you feel like a consolation prize when I do this?" he whispers against your lips. And he kisses you again, slowly, his weight pressing you against the wall. You feel the warmth of his body against yours, the hardness of his muscles beneath your fingertips. "Or when I do this?"
He trails his lips down your neck, leaving a trail of tiny kisses behind. You sigh, arching into him, and he chuckles softly.
"Steve..."
"Or this?"
He pulls back slightly, cupping your face with his hands, looking into your eyes as he trails his thumbs across your cheekbones. The softness of his touch catches you off guard. His gaze is intense, searching, and you feel like maybe he can see something there that no one else ever could.
"Do you really feel like a consolation prize?" Steve gently brushes his nose against yours. He smiles. "Because if you do..." He leans in, lips parting just enough for his breath to tease across your skin. "...I'll prove you wrong."
"Actually," you smile, feeling the warmth spread from your chest up to your cheeks. You wrap your arms around his neck. "I think I might need some more... convincing."
Steve grins, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, then." He leans in, pressing his lips against yours in a soft, gentle kiss. "I guess that's what I'll have to do."
#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington#steve harrington x you#steve harrington oneshot#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington x fem!reader#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington angst#steve x you#steve x reader#stranger things fanfic#stranger things imagine#steve harrington drabble#🏷️ amy's flea market#amy's flea market
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"Sailor Guardians"
🌙Sailor Moon
💦Sailor Mercury
🔥Sailor Mars
⚡Sailor Jupiter
💓Sailor Venus
Pencil and pencil color
21 x 14,8 cm
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10€ all set
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Die Vampire laden zum Tanz
I dressed as my favourite musical for the musical party at the end of September! My favourite musical is Tanz der Vampire (Dance of the Vampires) and of course I had to incorporate my Witches' vest into the outfit (because obviously) and red accents & accessories for a blood theme. My new red hair bows went well with that!!
Me and two friends (one doesn't want to be included in pictures) visited the musical party event held by the theatre company. They celebrate known cult musicals and introduce the new musical, that will be introduced this season. We got a sneakpeak for "Rock me Amadeus", a musical based on the life's story of one of Austrian's most famous rock stars Falco! After having lots of fun at the musical event we went to a nearby Japanese restaurant and had the most delicious food. Spy my yummy 3 courses: vegetable gyoza for a starter, green ramen noodles and a melon pan with azuki ice cream for dessert.
Outfit rundown:
- hair bows from Claire's
- red short- sleeved t-shirt (second hand for free)
- black lacy blouse over the t-shirt (second hand for free)
- handmade vest/ gilet
- handmade pointy black skirt (I randomly made this skirt a couple years ago in a spur of the moment. It's amazing!)
- black tights and booties
- black shoulder bag with red details and pentagram (forever in my collection) [there's also a black bat plushie hugging the bag but you can't really see that in the pictures]
[image description]Picture 1: Two young, white women posing together. One is thin, the other is fat. (I'm the fat one). Both have brown hair and wear it in two braids, though the thin woman has noticeably shorter braids and bangs. The fat woman has very long hair and thus braids, and is also wearing glasses (her friend has none). The young, fat, white woman (me) is wearing: a red t-shirt, with a black sheer lacey blouse on top. The shirt sleeves stop before the lace, so you have a bit of lace with only her arm underneath, which gives a pretty effect. Over the shirt and lace blouse (both thrifted) she's wearing a handmade vest with a witchy themed print on it. Her outfit continues with a black pointy circle skirt, with additional layers of tulle for decoration. The edges of the pointy skirt are also decorated with lace (because the answer to lace is always yes!). Black thights and booties finish the bottom off. For accessories she's got bright red velvet hairbows, a necklace with an anatomical heart on it, black lace fingerless gloves and a black hand-held fan.
Her thin friend next to her is wearing a brown beret, a cream-coloured blouse with red decorations and an embroidery-like print which features big roses. She's wearing a cameo brooch pinned to the neck of her blouse. Her outfit continues with a highwaist skirt in dark red (blood red maybe?) featuring a gorgeous fairy tale-esque/picture book-esque print showing scenes from the musical "Dance of the Vampires". It's not officially affiliated, but for fans of the musical it's clear where the inspiration came from. The picture book drawings even show the famous bed featuring in the scene of the "Carpe Noctem" song! White tights and black shoes with cute bows on them finish the outfit off.
Picture 2: A close-up candid picture of Amy (me) standing among the crowd watching the musical show on stage. She's turning around to look towards the picture taker and smiling.
Picture 3: A close-up candid picture of Amy (me) taken from behind. She's happily watching the musical show on the stage and quickly fanning herself with a black fan with white mountains drawn on it.
Picture 4: Amy (me) and her friend waiting in line for the musical flea market. One is thin, the other is fat. (I'm the fat one). Both have brown hair and wear it in two braids, though the thin woman has noticeably shorter braids and bangs. The fat woman has very long hair and thus braids, and is also wearing glasses (her friend has none). Their both dressed in gothic lolita fashion, with a vampire theme. (For a detailed description of their clothes, check picture 1 please.)
Picture 5: The delicious Japanese food I've had! On top of the collage of pictures are the surprisingly big vegetable gyoza, followed by a bib beautiful ramen bowl, with noodles, green vegetables, spring onions, sprouts and a juicy egg. The third image shows dessert: a melon pan, which has been cut open, with a big scoop of azuki ice cream inside, with some azuki bean sauce, an orange slice and mint for garnish.[/image description]
#egl fashion#egl community#handmade lolita fashion#plussize jfashion#plussize lolita fashion#lovely fat people#fatshion#goth fashion#gothic lolita fashion#musical fans#tanz der vampire#vampire fashion#vampire vibes#handmade fashion#make clothes that make you feel cute#make clothes fit you#fashion described#image descriped#image description#happy halloween month#though i dress like this all year if I feel like it
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Dan Cahill collecets...
Baseball cards
Autographs of famous out laws
Civil war weopons
Rare coins
Charcoal rubbings of tombstones
Casts—the size and smell became disturbing, according to Amy)
Meteor fragments
Memorabilia from obscure sports
Creepy photos he found at flea markets
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Weeellll, this is interesting. I just found MORE connections between Sam and C.M. 🤗
I finally got around to listening to Sam's episode of Happy, Sad, Confused with Josh Horowitz. And Sam mentions that he's been in Belgium filming The Couple Next Door. And specifically mentions the city of Antwerp in Belgium. Here's the transcript from the video. 👇
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Well, about 3 weeks ago, GUESS WHO mentions that she was going to be in Antwerp?! 👇
Yep, C.M.! When I get a chance tomorrow after work, I'm going to go thru her IG to see if I find more clues. Tonight, I was looking thru her account and looked at this pic from 3 weeks ago when she posted from the flea market in Paris, and she mentions to a friend that she's going to go to Antwerp. Sorry to block out so much of the pic and comments, but there's too much identifying info.
Anyhoo, I'll keep perusing her account when I get a chance again and let you guys know if I find anything else. I'm still not posting her name because this is all still circumstantial--the Anon sighting of them together aside, of course. BUT, the links between them keep adding up.
Stay tuned, mes amies...🥰
PS. Some people are having fun with this and are très interested, including moi, if that's not you, then scroll on by. 😚
PPS. Sam can be dating more than one woman. It's a thing. Men and women can both casually date multiple people, as long as everyone is okay with it, it's all good in my book. So, Sam may or may not be dating C.M. and/or others and I have no problem with that. If you do, then that's on you, don't come whining to me about it. 🤷♀️😘
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Black Tea
Chapter Four
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Shadow watched the bustling street below from his apartment window with a nervous air around him. On this cold Sunday morning instead of being back in bed sleeping until noon Shadow was waiting to be picked up by a pink-haired barista. They were going to the Flea Market. Remodeling the café had become a bigger task than both of them had originally thought. A weekend project turned into a month project. Not that he necessarily minded, it was obvious he enjoyed her company, he couldn’t hide it very well since he barely enjoys anyone’s company. Even Rouge tip-toed on the thin ice of his patience sometimes. Speak of the devil and she shall emerge from her room and groggily stomp to the coffee pot.
Rouge prepared a large surgery cup before noticing her roomate. She pulled a smirk, already knowing who Shadow was waiting for.
“Excited?” Rouge asked.
“No.” He turned from looking out the window.
“Apprehensive?” She teased wiggling an eyebrow.
“Yes, exactly….” Shadow huffed, throwing his hands in the air as he turned to look out the window. “She’s late. I despise being late.”
“Don’t get your panties in a twist, I promise the flea market will still let you in.”
Shadow sighed in response. Rouge could see he was worried, in moments like this she really could tell how much older she was than him. Shadow was an adult and yet, he was still inexperienced with people.
“You’ll do fine. She already likes you enough to let you tear apart her whole café.” Rouge chuckled trying to reassure him.
A beat of silence passed between the two, Shadow was too worried to come up with a reply. Suddenly a loud honk surprised both of them.
“I think she’s here.” Rouge smiled watching her friend fret around looking for his keys. “Good luck kid.”
Shadow walked to the rusty hatch-back parked on the street, observing Amy as he did so. She wore her hair down today, it reached her mid-back and looked like pink sunrise ocean waves. As he opened the side door he noticed the smaller female sitting in the back seat, completely draped in black. She was wearing earbuds and stared out the window ignoring him.
“Hey stranger!” Amy smiled and waved at Shadow.
“Hello Amelia,” He looked behind her with curious and nervous eyes. He had never been good with kids. “Hello, I’m Shadow. You can blame me for wrecking the café.”
With an annoyed look Cream removed an earbud and muttered a greeting back. “Sup, I’m Cream. I know who you are already.”
Amy gave an awkward giggle and pulled the car into the street. “I’ve been talking about you to her.” She paused, “Not that i’ve been talking badly, all good things I swear!”
Shadow already felt a smile creeping onto his face, the drive had been quick with lots of small talk. Even though he usually hated talking about the tiny insignificant details of everyday life, talking to Amy came easy and without the invisible social rules that he tended to struggle with. Though she mostly leads the conversation jumping from topic to topic not really giving Shadow much of a chance to respond.
Amy pulled into the large gravel parking lot with a mission to get a good parking space, it took two rounds of circling but she finally found a spot that would be close enough to be convenient later.
“Alright, are we ready?” Amy asked excitedly, turning off the car.
“To be dragged around all day in the cold when I could’ve been sleeping in? Oh yeah, I’m so ready.” Cream said, rolling her eyes as she got out of the car.
“Sorry kiddo, I promise next weekend we’ll stay in.” Amy said emphatically.
“I’m not a kid!” Cream huffed.
“Sorry!” Amy closed her car door with a little too much force causing all three to flinch. Amy cursed at herself knowing she was being sensitive and venting her frustrations would only make things worse. “I’m sorry.” She said again this time with a softer tone.
“Whatever.” The small girl popped her earbuds back in, going back to ignoring Amy and Shadow.
Shadow watched Amy’s shoulders sag as she sighed, she looked more tired than he had initially noticed. Before he got the chance to confort or ask her about it she already was making her way towards the entrance. Shadow and Cream followed closely behind. Shadow did his best to ignore the feeling he was being watched, Cream was observing him with an intense gaze. He wasn’t exactly sure why, but he didn’t want to find out and potentially cause more problems today.
The market had been bigger than Shadow had expected, rows and rows of pop-up tents and venders stretched across the large field. Clothing racks lined the first half of the left side, it looked mostly vintage from what he could see. It piqued his interest and surprisingly it seemed it also peaked Cream’s, the blonde girl meandered over to a rack of leather jackets.
Cream’s face lit up as she began to sort through the rack, though she was trying very hard to hide her excitement. Amy took notice and immediately watched with the eyes of a hawk, she tried to look casual, if she looked too interested Cream would get upset.
“Oh my,” Cream gasped, “This is badass.”
“Language!” Amy said firmly. “What is it? Do you like that one?”
Cream wiped the smile from her face and slowly took the hanger from the rack. It was a simple black cropped motorcycle jacket, she turned the hanger showing that the back said ‘FLOWER POWER’.
“It’s alright,” Cream said flatly.
“Do you want it?” Amy reached over and checked the tag. “It’s pretty decently priced and looks warm. I’ll get it for you.” She smiled.
“No,” She quickly hung the jacket back up. “It’s fine.”
“Are you sure?” Amy asked.
Shadow watched her eyes flicker back to the jacket and then down to the ground. Perhaps Cream was worried about money, from his own first hand experience Amy wasn’t the best at hiding that sort of thing. He had a tugging feeling Cream didn’t want any money spent on her today.
“Um,” Shadow spoke up, grabbing their attention. “I’ll get it for you. I was planning on acquiring one for myself anyways.”
“What? No, no. I can’t have you do that.” Amy jumped and shook her head quickly back and forth.
“Please,” Shadow looked at Cream, knowing her opinion mattered most. “It’s a buy one, get one half off. It’ll be perfect. Consider it an apology for putting the café in chaos.” He gestured to the sale sign above the rack. “I insist, I would be more than happy.”
Cream finally had a real bashful smile spread on her lips, she nodded and turned to Amy. “I deserve this apology.”
“I-,” Amy glanced between the two and sighed. “Alright, if you really insist.”
He nodded and turned his attention back to the rack. Amy watched him with a soft smile stuck on her lips, Cream and Shadow continued to look through the clothes side by side. Occasionally showing the other an interesting find, silently of course, Amy laughed to herself, here they looked like two peas in a pod.
“What kind of jacket are you going to get?” She leaned over his shoulder to look at his current pick.
Shadow froze up feeling Amy so close, he stumbled over his words. “This one is different from the one I already have,” He held up the hanger for a better view, it was a long and minimalistic leather trench coat. “I don’t know how I feel about it, but I keep coming back to it.”
“Try it on. Here I’ll hold your coat,” Amy took the hanger and held out her arm for him. “If you keep coming back to it, that obviously means you like it.” Amy paused after those words came out of her mouth, something about that statement hung in her gut and made her heart flutter. He kept coming back to the café and it wasn’t to stretch to say he was coming back to see her. Maybe he likes me? Amy immediately pushed down all the emotions that arose from that thought, it was all too complicated to deal with currently.
“Yeah, try it on…” Cream said quietly, nodding in agreement.
Shadow shed off his studded jacket and plopped it onto Amy, she stumbled slightly not expecting it to be heavy. “Jeez, what are you carrying around rocks in here?” She teased.
“Yes,” Shadow said without hesitation and with sincerity. He watched her face twist, confused and then gestured to his pocket. “Go ahead, look.”
Amy reached into the pocket and pulled out a large chunk of white quartz. “Oh my god, you weren't kidding!” She burst into laughter shaking her head.
“Wow, you’re weird.” Cream stared at the crystal. “I can see why you like him, Amy.” She teased and smirked up at the pink-haired women.
“Hey, that’s not very nice.” Amy said in a hushed whisper, her face turned a similar shade to her rosy hair.
“It’s true, don’t concern yourself. I take no offense.” Shadow softly smiled and looked away, looking at her in this moment made his heart feel tight. She likes me! He slid on the trench coat and looked down at himself. The pair inspected his outfit, Cream nodded in approval while Amy covered her mouth subtly hiding a shy smile.
“You look like a guy from that one movie,” Cream rubbed her chin deep in thought. “If you put on your sunglasses it would be identical.”
Amy never really considered Shadow’s sense of style before. She usually saw him on his way to work and he wore pretty much the same thing everyday, black slacks and dark colored silk shirts in varying shades of black and red. Or if he was dressed for working at the café it was black jeans with a simple dark band t-shirt. However today he must have dressed for himself, layered necklaces and stacked rings, silver chains draped along his side, topped off with large chunky boots that had a slight heel. The coat on top was perfect. She admired the outfit for a little longer, collecting her thoughts.
“You look good一I mean it looks good, the jacket.” Amy said, fumbling over herself. “Not to say you don't look good, you do! You look handsome,” She quickly stopped herself from anything more, her cheeks couldn’t handle the embarrassment any longer.
“Thank you, I’ll get it then.” Shadow looked away, he couldn’t tell if it was just his imagination, or if she was really flustered. Whatever it was; made him really happy.
The rest of the day was spent looking for objects for the café, new art and tableware were the main objective. Cream was sporting her new jacket, happy to carry her old puffer coat under her arm, she seemed to be in a better mood. Now she only had one earbud in to ignore them. Amy would happily take this as a small win.
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AxZ Week Day 6: Chess
@senshixshitennouweeks it's lemon scented (but nothing too graphic). Read at your own risk (;
“Queen to rook three.”
Another piece gone. And along with it…
Ami glared at the man across from her, who’s handsome face wore the most infuriating expression. Why she had ever agreed to this?
Strip chess. That’s what Zee had called it. He’d come in with an elegant antique chess set he’d bought at a flea market, the pieces designed to resemble the planets and stars, and had offered to play against her.
“Just one condition,” he’d said impishly, “we play strip chess.”
Of course, Ami’s curiosity of whether she could beat Zee in a game. And they’d already seen each other naked, so it wasn’t like they had anything to be ashamed of.
Ami sighed and forced the heat in her cheeks down while going to unbutton her blouse.
She had been winning in the first half; Zee tended to burn through his pawns while Ami preferred playing defensively.
This had led Zee to being stripped down to his underwear by now, while Ami had managed to avoid losing more than her skirt.
Only now, the tide was turning in Zee’s favor ever since she’d lost her queen.
Ami dropped her blouse onto her skirt and turned her attention back to the game.
“Your move,” she said primely.
“How can I concentrate on the game when you’re across from me in your underwear?”
Ami flushed. Shameless flirt.
“If you’re not going to take this game seriously…”
“Oh, but I am,” Zee singsonged, moving his rook to Bishop three, “and I’m enjoying every minute of it.”
Ami rolled her eyes and moved her bishop over a space.
“Check,” she said.
Zee’s eyes raked across the board, his mouth tightening in concentration. Finally, his hand moved to his king and tipped it over.
“I’ll keep practicing,” he said, rising.
“Well,” Ami said, her mood brightening, “you almost had me there to your credit.”
Zee smirked.
“Who says my plan was to beat you at chess,” he said, fingers reaching for his briefs, “I just wanted to be naked in front of you.”
#senxshiweek2023#sailor moon#senshi x shitennou#amizoi#ami mizuno#zoisite#mercury x zoisite#my writing#fanfic#It's lemon scented
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A sister call
When she came back from her jog, Amy received a phone call from her sister to go to the flea market. She was nearby so it was ideal for them to meet. Genevieve complained about her parents to their sister and all the stress of high school. However Amy always knows how to cheer up her little sister by goofing around with her.
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Pitch Perfect SpookFest 2022 - Day 4
Master of Puppets
Summary: Fat Amy buys a ventriloquist's dummy at a flea market. She wants to learn how to be a ventriloquist. Things take a wrong turn when the dummy seems to come to life and speaks on its own.
Several of the Bellas are spending the afternoon at a local flea market. Beca found and purchase an old record player. She then spent most of her time at a table selling vinyl records. She had found a couple that she was planning to buy and was looking at the back covers at the list of songs. She was so engrossed that she didn't hear someone come up behind her.
"Are you going to buy that?"
The voice suddenly speaking in her ear startled Beca. She put her hand to her chest, turned, and screamed.
"What the hell is THAT?" Beca asked, pointing at the thing Fat Amy was holding.
Amy chuckled. "It's a ventriloquist's dummy. See? Look here." Fat Amy held the dummy up and removed her hand from its back. "There's a lever to make his mouth move, and I throw my voice, so it sounds like he's speaking."
"I didn't know you could throw your voice," Beca said.
"I can't," Fat Amy said. "But, I'm going to learn. I think it will be fun, don't you?"
"It's creepy looking," Beca said. "It reminds me of a clown, and I hate clowns."
"You're afraid of clowns?" Fat Amy asked. "Since when?"
"I didn't say I was afraid of clowns," Beca said. "I said I hated them."
"Same thing," Fat Amy said, shrugging.
Beca glared at her and turned back to the record she had been looking at.
"Why are you afraid of clowns?" Fat Amy asked.
"I am not afraid-"
Fat Amy stared at Beca with a raised brow.
"Fine," Beca said. "When I was five, my mom took me to the circus, and I got separated from her, and I started crying because I couldn't find her. My mother didn't find me, but a clown did. He was big and had a scary face. I ran away from him screaming; my mother found me a minute later. After that, I had nightmares for months. And I still can't be around them, so you need to keep that thing away from our room."
"But it's my room, too," Fat Amy said.
"If you plan to keep that thing, you'll need to find someone else to room with," Beca said. "Or, I'll just move into Chloe's room with her, and that dummy can be your new roommate."
"His name is Jasper," Fat Amy said.
"I don't care what its name is," Beca said. "I meant what I said. Keep that thing away from me."
"Fine," Fat Amy said. "I'll keep him somewhere other than our room."
"Good," Beca said. "Now, let's find the girls and get out of here."
~~ Pitch Perfect SpookFest 2022 - Day 4 ~~
When the girls got home, Fat Amy took her purchases, including Jasper, up to her and Beca's room. She looked around and decided the best place to hide Jasper was under her bed. She had just shoved the dummy under her bed when she heard Beca coming up the stairs. She remained kneeling by the bed and acted as if she was straightening out the sheets.
"You're making your bed?" Beca asked. "You never make your bed."
"As my grandmum used to say," Fat Amy responded. "There is a first time for everything."
Beca laughed. "She's right," she said. "But in your case, I think it means you're up to something."
"Words hurt, short stuff," Amy scoffed as she stood up. "I'm going to see what we're doing for dinner."
"Chloe wants to order in," Beca said. "I think she was going to check with the girls so we can decide what to get."
"Oh, okay," Fat Amy said and flopped down on her bed.
"Owwww!"
"What was that?" Beca asked.
"What was what?" Fat Amy responded.
Fat Amy quickly looked down at her bed when they heard, "Get off me, FAT Amy!"
"That! What's that?" Beca screeched, pointing at Amy's bed.
"Oh, that," Amy said, chuckling nervously. "I'm practicing throwing my voice. You thought that was coming from under the bed, didn't you? I did that. I threw my voice, um, eh, so you would think there was something under there."
"There is no way you learned how to throw your voice in just the last hour," Beca said.
"I am a puppet master, Beca," Fat Amy said. "I can control Jasper to speak whenever and wherever I want."
"Leave her alone, Beca, and maybe she'll shut up!"
Fat Amy's eyes widened, and she looked from Beca to her bed and back again.
"You did not just say that," Beca said, glaring at Amy.
"I did say that," Fat Amy said. "I swear it was me."
"Do it again," Beca said. "Throw your voice and say something."
"Okay," Fat Amy said. "I will."
Fat Amy stood and smoothed down her shirt. She then cleared her throat and asked, "Jasper, where are you right now?"
"I'm right where you left me, lard ass!"
Beca stood staring at Fat Amy. "Your lips moved."
"They did not!"
To prove it, Fat Amy spoke out of the side of her mouth, saying, "You heard me, lard ass!"
"Stop! Just stop!" Beca yelled, waving her arms at Amy. "How did you really do it? Do you have a tape recorder or something under your bed?"
"No, you idiot," a third voice said. "It's me!"
Beca and Fat Amy both screamed and jumped onto their beds when Jasper crawled from under Amy's bed.
"What the hell is that thing doing in here!?" Beca yelled.
"I didn't know where else to hide him!" Fat Amy yelled back.
"Beca! Amy!" Chloe's voice called from the door. "Are you two alright up there?"
Just then, Jasper ran to the stairs. Chloe screamed, stepping out of the way when he ran down the steps and out into the hallway.
"What the hell?" Chloe yelled as she rushed up the stairs. "What WAS that?"
"That was Jasper," Fat Amy said calmly, hopping off her bed. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go find him."
Fat Amy started down the stairs. Beca yelled after her, "DO NOT BRING THAT THING BACK UP HERE! I MEAN IT, AMY!"
"What's going on, Beca?" Chloe asked.
Beca looked around to make sure Jasper wasn't around and then slowly climbed off her bed.
"Amy found that, that thing at the flea market," Beca said, watching the stairs for signs that Jasper was coming back. "She said she's going to learn ventriloquism so she can make it talk. Only, it seems it can talk and move all on its own."
Beca and Chloe were startled by sudden screams coming from downstairs. They both ran down the stairs until they reached the first floor.
Beca put her arm out to stop Chloe when she saw Jasper chasing Fat Amy with a knife. Beca then stepped in front of Chloe to keep Jasper away from her. Fat Amy ran out the front door, screaming as Jasper ran out after her.
Beca immediately slammed the door behind them and locked it.
"Beca, what about Fat Amy?" Chloe asked.
"What about her?"
"We can't leave her out there, Beca," Chloe said. "We'll open the door and call for Fat Amy. Once she gets inside, we'll close the door before Jasper can get back in."
"So, you're okay with leaving that thing out there?" Beca asked. "I don't know if you realized, but he had a knife. He could go after someone. We have to figure out how to kill him."
"He's a dummy, Beca," Chloe said. "I don't think we can kill him because he's not alive."
"But he is," Lily said, startling Beca and Chloe. "Or soon will be if we don't take care of him."
"What do you know, Lily?" Beca asked.
"Jasper is possessed by someone who calls himself the Master of Puppets," Lily explained. "He is putting together a puppet army to take over the World."
Beca snorted out a laugh. She stopped when she saw how serious Lily was.
"Oh, you're serious," Beca said.
"So, what can we do to stop that from happening?" Chloe asked.
"We have to kill the vessel that the Master is inhabiting," Lily said.
"How do we do that?" Chloe asked.
"I have a plan," Lily said, grinning.
"I don't think I'm going to like this," Beca said.
~~ Pitch Perfect SpookFest 2022 - Day 4 ~~
After explaining her plan to Beca and Chloe, Lily left to find Fat Amy and Jasper. While she was gone, Beca and Chloe gathered the other Bellas together to explain what was happening.
When they were done, Stacie and Cynthia Rose began laughing.
"Wait," Stacie said, laughing loudly. "You're telling us there's a puppet chasing Fat Amy around with a knife? And this same puppet is possessed by a puppet master who wants to rule the World? That's hilarious!"
Cynthia Rose stopped laughing when she saw the looks on Beca and Chloe's faces. "You're serious?"
"Yes," Beca said, causing Stacie to stop laughing as well. "Lily is out looking for Amy and Jasper. She's going to lure them back here, and then we're going to help get the demon out of the puppet and vanquish it."
"No way," Stacie said. "You guys are pulling our legs. I have to give you kudos for keeping a straight face, though."
"I don't think they're kidding around," Cynthia Rose said.
"Come on, CR," Stacie said. "You can't seriously believe this is true."
"What if it is?" Emily asked. "Shouldn't we do everything we can to stop Jasper?"
"He's a dummy!" Stacie exclaimed. "He's not a real person."
Everyone jumped when the front door flung open, and Fat Amy came running in with Jasper right behind her.
They all watched as Fat Amy ran and pulled Beca in front of her.
"Save me," Fat Amy cried. "He's trying to kill me."
Jasper stopped in front of Beca and looked up at her.
"Move!" Jasper said, glaring at Beca.
"No!" Beca said and kicked Jasper, sending him flying against the wall.
"Oh, my God!" Jessica squealed. "He is real!"
Stacie and Cynthia Rose sat with their mouths open in shock.
Ashley jumped up and grabbed Jasper from where he fell. He seemed dazed but shook his head and stared at Ashley. He suddenly raised his arm and brought the knife down on Ashley's arm. Ashley screamed and threw him down to the floor.
"Ashley!" Jessica cried out, running over to her.
"Look out!" Ashley said, pushing Jessica aside when Jasper raised the knife toward Jessica.
The girls began screaming and rushed over to Ashley and Jessica. Emily ran to the kitchen and grabbed a towel. She hurried over to Ashley and wrapped the towel around her arm.
Jasper shook his head again and stood, waving the knife around in front of him. The girls stepped back to avoid being stabbed. Beca carefully made her way behind Jasper; he didn't see her as he was suddenly focused on getting to Fat Amy.
"You will be mine, you fat bitch," Jasper said, looking at Fat Amy.
"Beca, do something!" Chloe yelled.
Beca nodded her head and grabbed Jasper, wrapping her arms around him and pinning his arms to his side.
"Let me go!" Jasper yelled as he started struggling to get out of Beca's grasp
"Somebody grab the knife!" Beca yelled, holding onto Jasper.
Before anyone could move, Lily was standing in front of Beca. She grabbed the knife and pulled, slicing Jasper's palm in the process. Jasper screamed.
"Oh, my gosh," Emily yelled, pointing at Jasper's hand. "Is he…bleeding?"
Lily looked down and saw blood dripping from Jasper's hand.
"He's morphing," Lily said. "If we don't get the demon out of him, he'll be real and will continue his quest to take over the World. And we won't be able to stop him."
"I'll kill you all," Jasper yelled as he continued to struggle against Beca.
"Somebody get the fire pit started," Beca called out while trying to maintain her hold on Jasper.
"What?! Nooooo!" Jasper screeched as he doubled his efforts to get Beca to let him go.
"I'm on it," Chloe said as she ran out of the room.
"Hurry!" Beca called after her. "I don't know how much longer I can hold him."
Stacie ran over and wrapped her arms around Beca, pinning Jasper between them.
"Mmmph!" Jasper moaned as Stacie squeezed him between her and Beca.
"Ow!" Stacie yelped as she jumped back. "The little fucker bit me!"
Cynthia Rose grabbed Beca from behind and wrapped her arms around them, immobilizing Jasper.
"We got him," Cynthia Rose said.
"Someone check on Chloe and see how the fire pit's coming," Beca said.
"We'll go," Jessica and Ashley said, rushing out of the room.
"Emily, help me grab some weapons to keep him in the fire once we throw him in there," Lily said.
Jasper gasped and tried once more to get out of Beca and Cynthia Rose's grasp.
"What kind of weapons?" Emily asked as she and Lily rushed from the room.
"I guess we just stand here and wait for the fire to be ready," Beca mumbled.
"Don't worry, Beca," Cynthia Rose said. "I've got you. He's not getting loose."
~~ Pitch Perfect SpookFest 2022 - Day 4 ~~
After what seemed like hours but was only ten minutes, Jessica and Ashley came rushing into the living room. Lily and Emily came in as Jessica said, "Fire pit's ready."
"Good," Beca said. "Let's burn this little shit."
Jasper renewed his efforts to struggle loose.
"Start walking, Beca," Cynthia Rose. "I'm right behind you and won't let go."
Beca took a tentative step; Cynthia Rose stepped forward as well. They managed to get through the kitchen and out the back door without Jasper breaking free.
Emily and Lily handed each of the Bellas a weapon. They held onto them as Lily explained what they needed to do.
"Beca, you and CR need to pin him down to the ground so I can skewer him with this," Lily said, holding up a broadsword.
"Where did you get that?" Chloe asked, eying the weapon.
"I have my sources," Lily said, shrugging. "Now pin him down."
"Okay," Beca said. "Cynthia, can you move around front and grab one of his arms? Once you do that, we can body-slam him to the ground. Hopefully, that will stun him enough for Lily to do what she needs to do."
Cynthia Rose nodded and did as Beca said, and before they knew it, Jasper was pinned down. He screamed and struggled but couldn't get out of their grip.
"Here goes," Lily said, standing over Jasper while holding the broadsword pointed down at him.
"Nooooo!" Jasper cried just as Lily pushed the broadsword through him.
The girls all cringed at the wails coming from Jasper. Lily managed to lift Jasper without dislodging the sword and placed him onto the fire. The fire started popping and sizzling.
Emily covered her ears to drown out the screams coming from Jasper. Lily pressed down on the sword to keep Jasper from escaping the flames. The other girls stood at the ready to help keep him in the flames if needed.
The fire crackled and popped around Jasper. Suddenly, a stream of fire shot straight into the air, causing the girls to all fall back. They watched as a purple haze emanated from the flames. Screeching and screaming could be heard over the roar of the flames.
And, suddenly, all was quiet. Lily jumped up and rushed over to the fire pit, and looked down. All that was left of Jasper was ashes.
"Is he really gone?" Fat Amy asked, peering over Lily's shoulder.
"Jasper's gone," Lily said. "Let's just hope the Master of Puppets is gone with him."
"You mean, the thing that possessed Jasper could still be around?" Chloe asked.
The girls shuddered and looked around, expecting to see another dummy coming for them.
"I mean," Lily said, looking at the group. "He may have invaded another body so he can continue his plan."
"How will we know if he did?" Emily asked nervously.
"We won't," Lily responded.
"How sure are you that the demon would possess another puppet?" Ashley asked.
"I'm not sure about that at all," Lily said. "He could be strong enough to possess a puppet or even a human."
The girls all looked up to the sky one last time before collectively turning and going into the house.
Beca remained behind. An evil grin came over her face as she picked up the discarded broadsword and made her way toward the house.
#ppsf22.4)#beca mitchell#fat amy#chloe beale#cynthia rose#stacie conrad#lily onakamura#jessica smith#ashley jones#emily junk#bechloeislegit
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can i please request a worn teddy bear + dusty love letters w/ steve harrington? 🥹 maybe steve feels insecure about his scars and reader makes him feel better and it's all 💗❤️💕🥹
i love this idea! tysm ♥ | cw: a little suggestive but no smut, 0.9k
amy's flea market ♥
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"Stevie, do you...w-what's going on?"
You stop by the door, leaning against the frame as you watch him, confused at first, not sure what exactly you're seeing, then concerned when finally you do. He is standing in front of the mirror, his shirt off, hands pressed to the sides of his ribs like he's trying to force himself to see something different than what's before his eyes.
Steve's heart skips a beat as he follows your gaze down. His cheeks flush red.
He shrugs, trying to play it off. "Nothing, babe. It's just... I dunno. It's been a while since anyone's really seen them, y'know?" He gestures vaguely to the scars on his abdomen.
You feel like your heart might break just looking at him, the way he's so clearly struggling with himself. You take a deep breath, trying to steady your voice, and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around him from behind. "Steve," you whisper, pressing your cheek to his back. And because you don't know how else to explain how much you love him and how much those scars mean nothing to you, you reach around him, gently tracing your fingers over each one, and repeat, "Steve."
He sighs, leaning back into you just enough to let you know you're not upsetting him. "You really don't have to..."
"I want to," you insist, pressing a kiss to the spot between his shoulder blades. You grin. "You know, I actually think they're kinda hot."
You know that Steve's looks have always mattered to him in a way that no one else might be able to quite understand. It's not that he's particularly vain or anything, more like...he still finds it difficult to see his self worth beyond the image he sees in the mirror everyday, beyond his physical appearance. He is still trying to figure out who he is now, outside of being 'King Steve'.
He laughs softly and you can feel him relax a little as you run your fingers over his scars. The tension in Steve's body seems to ebb away. "Really?" he asks, turning his head slightly to the side, gazing at you over his shoulder with a grin.
"Oh, yeah, really," you say with a smile, tracing a finger along the edge of one of the scars, feeling the raised, puckered texture beneath your touch. You gently tug on his arm to turn him around to face you, meeting his gaze with a grin of your own. "I think they make you look tough."
He raises an eyebrow. "Tough?" he repeats, quirking a smile. "I'll take that."
You grin back at him, leaning in to brush your lips against his. He feels so good against you, warm and solid, and you want nothing more than to kiss him until he feels better and the rest of the world fades away. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his skin and the soft give of his abdomen where the scars are. You wonder, briefly, if and how anyone could ever find them unattractive.
"Mhmm, very tough," your lips gently trail down his neck, nuzzling at the soft skin just below his earlobe. You can feel him shiver ever so slightly, tightening his grip around your waist, fingers digging into your skin just enough to make you gasp. You move down to his chest, kissing his collarbone, sucking on the tender skin, your tongue flicking out to trace a line down to his abdomen. You press your lips against the top of his stomach and glance up at him through your lashes.
Steve sucks in a sharp breath as you kneel in front of him, looking down at you with newfound curiosity. He chuckles. "Baby, what are you..."
But then your lips are there, warm and soft as you gently kiss the center of his stomach. Steve tries to remember how to breathe. You chuckle softly as you nuzzle against his skin, pressing tiny, teasing kisses along the length of the scars on his sides, feeling the vibration under your lips as he, too, laughs.
"See?" you whisper, looking up at him with a wide grin, "Sexy."
He laughs, a real, unrestrained laugh that makes your heart swell. "You're insane," he tells you, but there's no sting in the words. He brings a hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing across your lips. Steve's eyes are soft, and he gazes at you like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. "But I'll take it."
You smile up at him, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. You reach up, twining your fingers with his, squeezing his hand gently as he helps you stand. "Thank God," you tell him, laughing softly. "And...seriously, Steve, I love you and I love every inch of you, but we don't have to go to the beach with our friends if you don't want to."
Steve frowns, looking thoughtful for a moment. "No, I do want to," he says slowly. "It's just...sometimes I feel like everyone's looking at me, and I just..." He trails off, shrugging a little. "It's stupid, I know."
You squeeze his hand reassuringly.
"It's not stupid," you say. "I get it. Sometimes I feel like people are looking at me, too, and I'm not sure why. But we don't have to do anything we don't want to. If you want to go, we'll go. If you don't, we can just...have a quiet day at home or something. I don't mind."
Steve looks at you, his expression softening. "You really are the best thing that's ever happened to me, sweetheart."
#🏷️ amy's flea market#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington#steve harrington x you#steve harrington oneshot#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington x fem!reader#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington angst#steve x you#steve x reader#stranger things fanfic#stranger things imagine#steve harrington drabble#amy's flea market
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Gringos on the Run (Day 6 Log)...
The group decided to venture out for a day trip to shop and explore the touristy places of Cancun. We first got our bearings, but soon found the locals' attraction to American money too much to handle.
We then attempted to check our haggling skills at the flea market only to find the same was true there too. When Tal said, "how about the daiquiri bar?", it seemed to hit the right chord with the crowd. Dan and Amy did some more bartering until they also threw in the towel and joined the family only to notice the destination just across the street.
At Senor Frogs we were seated in a limited crowd, but this just meant the best was yet to come. The music was perfect for everyone and once the drinks came, the fun started. It was an ideal spot to break up the monotony of the resort world we left behind and let loose. Our name tags were the first to let us know we were not in Kansas anymore.
The next trick by the staff was the low voltage test of endurance and a scantily-clad shot girl waitress. Shots were everywhere, but not in a bad way you see on the daily news. Dancing was soon to follow as you will see in an upcoming video. Musica ruled the restaurant and we enjoyed it all. The best and most underrated part of the afternoon was the torrential downpour of rain, thunder and lightning that took place while in the cover of the establishment. Our weather was picturesque all week because this was the only time we could have complained about it and we were having too much fun to voice negativity about anything.
After we returned back from our little trip, some down time was much needed. Time by the pool, beach, hottub, snack bar, and eventually dinner tables & beds were well deserved. What seemed to be a harmless jaunt away from the resort, turned out to be some of the best fun we had.
(Made with InstaDan)
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Bring & Buy at Tokyo Boom
On November the 12th my local lolita community organised a bring & buy event and I was part of the working team! A bring & buy is a specialized kind of flea market: you drop off the things you want to sell with us (the lolita association) and we sell the items. There's a small fee (1€) for each item you drop off. At the end you collect your money for the sold items or get your items back (if they haven't sold). The small fee goes towards our association, we use it towards events.
I knew we were announcing our upcoming Teaparty at the bring & buy event (will be on June 8th 2024), which will be called "Royal Symphony of Roses". This highwaist-skirt of mine is called "The Empress' New Clothes" (after the fairy tale) and also has a lots of roses in it's print, so I decided to wear this skirt in honour of our upcoming teaparty!
I had lots of fun working at the b & b event and it also was a great success! The owners of Tokyo Boom (the restaurant) were also happy and we will hold further events there! ^_^
I bought two gorgeous headpieces for myself. The black one was an immediate must buy and I pondered a bit about buying the white one (because I have no similar black ones, but vaguely similar light-coloured ones), but then my friend offered me a discount and I couldn't resist any longer on the white one!
[id]Picture 1: A mirrored picture of Amy (me), posing in a chair in front of a big Daruma statue. Amy is a young, fat, white woman with glasses and long brown hair worn in two long braids. She's looking very relaxed and laid-back in this picture, as well as confident. She's leaning back in the chair and has her feet crossed over, which you can only see from the angle of her brown-and-gold accentuated boots. She's wearing a thrifted soft pink top and a soft pink cardigan with buttons over it on the top. The cardigan is tucked into her high waist rock, that's also very light in colour. The background colour of the skirt's fabric is off-white/beige and it's adorned with many flowers and portraits of vaguely regency looking women and men in uniform. There are also ships and letters scattered throughout the print. The print seems like a love story, set at sea. The skirt is finished with pale pink tulle lace with flowers on it. The grey tights don't totally match, but sometimes we have to work with what we have.
Picture 2 & 3: Two very similar close-up selfies of two friends: left is Amy (me) and right is my friend @bright-eyes-hope. My friend has an arm over my shoulder and we're both smiling at the camera.
Amy is a young, fat, white woman with glasses and long brown hair. She's wearing an off-white flower crown, further decorated with pink flowers. She's wearing a soft pink cardigan. My friend is a young, thing, white woman with glassed and short red hair in a kind of pixie cut. They're wearing a black bow in their hair and a black hoodie with cats on it.
Picture 4: A picture of the two lovely headpieces (black and white), that I bought at the bring & buy. Laying above them is the flower crown I wore for this event. The flower crown is offwhite and I further decorated it with single pink roses (to match the pink lace of my skirt). See picture 5 for a description of the black headpiece, as that one also shows it better/in clearer detail. The white headpiece is by Triple Fortune and features one big white bow with "Triple Fortune" written in gold, as well as multiple white roses and decorative pearls. Multiple asymmetric white veils drape down from the headpiece. The black and white headpieces are both so lovely!
Picture 5: A close-up of a lovely round headpiece by Atelier Pierrot. It's made from black lace, with black roses and black little satin ribbon bows around the rim. Some white pearls give the headpiece a bit of sparkle and further glamour.
Picture 6: The unmirrored original version of picture 1![/id]
#handmade skirt#handmade lolita#handmade fashion#diy or die#sewing#plussize j fashion#plussize lolita fashion#lovely fat people#fun with friends#egl community#egl coord#thrifted fashion#top and cardigan i'm wearing are thrifted#and yes i know white thights would fit better but it's so hard to find them :(#eye contact#long image description#image described#image description#fashion described
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hi amelia!! i was wondering if i could have a stranger things ship? i’m very introverted and quiet in person. i struggle with anxiety. i would definitely consider myself a mom or grandma friend lol. i love to knit, read, and watch movies/tv. i love to go to flea markets, book stores, and record stores, and i really like to listen to 60s/70s music! i like anything spooky in general; i love horror movies, urban legends, and haunted/abandoned places, etc. :) 💖💖
hey amy!!! ☺️💖
I ship you with…Jonathan Byers!!
Like you, Jonathan’s super introverted but has a big heart and cares deeply the people in his circle. Let’s be real, he’s also been an adult since forever so you both would be ahead of everyone else, maturity wise.
Jonathan’s interests go against what’s popular so he’d love everything you’re into. You two would have fun at book stores and swapping playlists.
If you’re into spooky stuff, Jonathan would entertain it but he’s a little more sensitive to it than he was before the Upside Down. But he still enjoys his scary movies meaning a lot of fun movie nights would occur between you two.
Jonathan completely understands anxiety, between himself and watching Joyce go through it. He’d always be there to hold you, comfort you and tell you that everything’s going to work out 💓
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!! :D
Name: Anwir Voleur, Z5, Commerçant, Anwir Voleur Zachary Benoît René Aimé Bouchard Marchand (yes he collects names and yes he'll buy any spares), Owl
Pronouns: He/Him
UH OH, here's another old oc who started in my time during the OFF fandom (although that can be said for a lot of my characters, this is one of the big ones). This dude originally started out as my interpretation of Zacharie, but grew into his own character over time. Consider this me telling all of you that if you love a character enough and interpret them to hell and back, they may eventually just morph into an oc at some point and that's entirely okay. It's happened with people before you and it'll happen again with people after you.
ANYWAYS... now that the disclaimer is out of the way, onto the actual introduction.
This is Anwir, commonly known as Commerçant by the people that he interacts with. He's an angel from the netherbound setting, which basically means that he's a big fucking dude made out of fungus who holds himself together with incense soaked bandages and a wooden mask.
I really love the trope of stereotypical, somewhat-shady merchant characters and Anwir reflects on that. He'll trade you weed for a bedazzled wooden duck. He's got connections with everyone. If you ask him to empty his pockets there will be a cartoonish level of random bullshit in there. He has huge uncle vibes and is deeply protective of the people he cares about, although he will also often go out of his way to help complete strangers if they seem like they need it. In his youth he was a knight of sorts and the ideas of chivalry and honor that he picked up back then still linger with him now.
Anwir likes cake and dad jokes and women who want to kill you. He uses a broadsword jokingly named mon ami. He has a Costco membership.
Some things that Anwir likes are: Flea markets, CDs, bake sales, dangerous women (or one dangerous woman in particular), antiques, cringeworthy puns, and spending time with people he likes
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A photo of Izumi's room. It's a bit small but with the loft bed she has her own computer and desk area which she figures is going to be great for when her classes start. Plus, she has a mini TV, a comfy but cheap chair she'd bought at the Sprucewood Sunday flea Market, and her mom and dad got her a pretty fancy bookshelf for her textbooks, Manga, novels, and miscellaneous decor. Izumi was nervous as heck to leave home and live with two random sims, but she really liked Amy and Chloe. They were nice and Amy also liked knitting and metal music, while Chloe's super sweet and into baking. Since Izumi had mentioned she loved anything chocolate, Chloe had baked chocolate cupcakes. Although Izumi was shy and was like "Thanks, I'll take one,' Chloe smiled and added 'Take more, Amy doesnt like chocolate too much, so you and I are gonna finish these.' And Izumi grinned and took some more before playfully teasing Amy about not liking chocolate.
Plus, the neighbors came to visit, and not too long after that, Amy's cousin Megan came over.
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Chapter 1 - “I’m The Doctor”
Amelia Jessica Pond, you may know her as The Girl Who Waited, but she also happened to be the mother of Melody Pond, aka River Song. But surprisingly, Amy didn't give birth to just one child. She gave birth to twin girls. Her name was Cornelia Pond, the youngest twin to River Song, sent to the planet of Mondas and married a general named Richard Lovegood. Everything was peaceful until the day Esther Lovegood was born. The child had a very special power that could not be explained except for the Timelords. Because of that, Cornelia fled the planet Mondas to Earth in order to protect her child as well as herself from possible dangers of her ex-husband. By the time Cornelia's daughter was 5, she started to ask questions about the universe as well as the history behind every textbook the girl could get her hands on. The poor woman could barely keep up with her daughter, but loved her just the same, and managed to keep in touch with her sister River to tell her stories about a mysterious timelord known as "The Doctor."
Years later, Esther Lovegood has grown up into a high school graduate enjoying summer break before moving to the city of London for college. Currently, the girl was roaming the street market looking for ingredients for dinner tonight until her phone started to ring. She picks it up to see it was her mother calling, probably wondering what's taking her daughter so long to get groceries, "Hello Mum" she said calmly
"Where are you, love?" asked Cornelia on the other line, "The supermarket isn't that far of a walk from home, you know"
"Oh I decided to check out the flea market instead of our usual supermarket" said Esther, picking up a beautiful red apple from the apple cart, "It just gets so boring going to the same place all the time, plus it does make for good exercise. You should try it if you wanna get out more-"
The girl paused, seeing something from the distance and a man running for his dear life. Esther immediately hangs up the phone and cautiously walks over to the scene of the crime to witness an army of evil robots known as Cyberman, attacking poor innocent civilians to their demise, some even controlled by them. This shocked the poor girl and quickly fled the scene to find help. Unfortunately, the police couldn't do anything about it and were left defenseless. As Esther continued her way around town, the sound of moaning was heard in the air, not by a human but a machine. A blue telephone box appeared out of nowhere along with a man. He was tall and skinny, but proper skinny, with a blue striped suit underneath a long brown trench coat and his hair spiked with who knows how much hair gel. The man stole a glance at the girl and smiled, "Hello, love" he said kindly, "What brings you all the way to Scotland?"
Esther looked rather confused, "You're not in Scotland, sir" she said, "This is West Sussex, England"
The stranger looked just as confused and climbed back into the telephone box, "I thought I sent the T.A.R.D.I.S. to Ye Old Scotland!" he yelled, "You did this on purpose, did you old girl?"
"Excuse me?" asked Esther
"Not you!"
The girl walked over to the booth and raised her hand to knock until the stranger opened the door, causing Esther to shriek and fall on her bum. The man looked down with concern and confusion, "What'd ya doin' down there?" he asked
"I fell over" said Esther
"What'd you fell over for?"
"I didn't do it on purpose"
He held out his hand to help the girl up, dusting his hands for a moment before pulling out a tool known as the sonic screwdriver. "What's that?" asked Esther, pointing at the device.
"It's called a sonic screwdriver" he explained, "Now if you'd be so kind as to leave the area before I-"
The man was cut off by the girl entering the T.A.R.D.I.S. without wasting a second.
"Blood hell!" said Esther, "This place is bigger on the inside, it's incredible!"
"Yes it is, now please leave!"
The girl looked offended for a moment while the stranger attempted to push her outside, "Okay" she said in a calm manner, "You want me to leave, that's fine. I can just let those robots either turn me into one of them or be obliviated"
"Excellent!" The man replied before his eyes widened and realized, "Wait! Did you say robots?"
Esther turns toward the man and hesitates before answering, "Yes?"
"What did they look like?"
"Tall, made of silver, some of them human with weird pieces on the side of their head"
Suddenly, a blaster was heard from the distance, causing the two to glance over and see a Cyberman scanning the area with its back turned to the T.A.R.D.I.S.
"Get in" said the man, grabbing Esther's arm and dragging her inside, "Shut the door!"
"What are those things?" asked Esther, shutting the door before running towards the controller where the stranger was pressing buttons and pulling down levers.
"Those are the Cyberman" said the man, "They're biological lifeforms that have replaced their flesh into metal. They're main goal is to obviously destroy the human race and take over a planet, or possibly destroy the planet itself"
"And how do you know all this?"
The man stops and stood before the girl, smiling down at her with a goofy grin, "I'm the Doctor"
Esther froze for a moment, then it all came together. All the stories she'd heard as a child were all true. All the adventures of the famous Timelord traveling through time and space, saving galaxies, fighting monsters and aliens.
They were all true.
The Doctor reached his hand towards a leaver while keeping his eyes on the girl, "You might wanna hold on to something" he said with a wink.
Without hesitation, Esther grabs onto the handles as the T.A.R.D.I.S. shook violently, sending the two through time and space. The sound of loud moaning appeared again once they landed on the other side of town. The Doctor checks the screen above the control panel for any sign of Cybermen, "all clear" he said, making his way towards the door with Esther following behind. "Are they gone then?" she asks the Doctor
"Nope" he said, "But we did lose sight of them for now. Come along then"
"And where exactly are we going, Doc?"
"Somewhere I can find the proper tools to stop them. Nasty things, Cyberman are. I was turned into one once, not really but a metal piece was on my head and was called 'Mr. Clever' one of my most challenging opponents cause he was me but yet he wasn't me"
Esther was rather confused, the need to ask so many questions to the Doctor until her phone started to ring. The Doctor quickly pulls out his sonic screwdriver and looked around the empty shop with caution, "Get down!" he said
"Relax, Doctor" said Esther, pulling out her phone from her pocket, "It's my cellphone, my mother must be wondering where I am"
The moment the girl answered the phone, her mother's voice was low and worrisome, "Esther" she whimpered, "Oh my god, are you alright, love? What happened I tried calling you but you never answered"
"Mum, I'm okay" said Esther, "I'm on the other side of town I can come home right away if-"
"No! Don't come home"
The Doctor listened to the conversation in silence, his eyes staring at the girl with concern as she paced around the empty shop with confusion and worry dancing on her face. "What do you mean, 'Don't come home', mum?" asked Esther in a panic, "What's going on? Are the cybermen after you?"
"Someone knows you're here, love" said Cornelia on the other line, "You have to leave and find a new place to hide. The next time we meet, you may not recognize my face"
"Mum, what the hell are you talking about?"
"I'm afraid my time has come, sweetheart. I love you so much....goodbye"
BANG
Silence fell into the empty shop as Esther stood in shock and horror, "Mum?" she asked on the phone, no response, "Mum, what happened? Are you still there? Mum!"
The line was cut off, it was dead silence on the other end of the girl's cellphone. She fights back the tears so as to not look humiliated in front of the timelord. The Doctor however felt her pain, the loss of a loved one.
He knew it all too well.
Without a single hint of hesitation, he pulls Esther into a tight and comforting hug, her face buried into The Doctor's brown coat. It was then it happened, she wept into the Doctor's arms, her cries muffled into his shirt while he soothed her, running his fingers through her short brown hair.
"Shhh" The Doctor whispered, "It's alright, we can get through this"
He pulled away and gently wiped the girl's tears with his thumb, seeing the look of loss and sorrow struck the timelord's two hearts. It was the same look he had when he lost his many companions, Amy Pond, Rory Williams, River Song, but especially, Rose Tyler.
Esther sniffled as her glossy eyes looked up at the Doctor, "She was my home" she said sadly, "I have nowhere else to go"
The Doctor stood in silence, there was no way he could leave this poor girl alone now that her mother was gone. He took a deep breath and placed his hands on either side of the girl's shoulders, a serious look painted on his face and sharp chin, "I'll protect you in every way I can" he said, "but most importantly, you have to trust me"
Esther was too choked up to speak, instead she nodded in response to the Doctor's words. Of course she normally wouldn't trust someone she just met, but something about the timelord seemed comforting and trustworthy, even though the stories she was told said otherwise. She wipes her tears with the back of her hand while the Doctor thinks of a plan that might stop the Cybermen before they could cause more damage to the planet. He stops and pulls out his sonic screwdriver and points it at the girl, "I never got your name by the way" he said.
The girl looked at the Doctor with confusion until she realized she never told him her name. "Esther" she said, "Esther Lovegood"
"Lovely name," he said, "Like her majesty the stars in the night sky”
Esther couldn't help but giggle a bit and softly smile at the Doctor, it did take her mind off of what happened to her mother.
"There's that smile" he said, grinning from ear to ear, "Now then, give me your phone"
"Huh?" asked Esther
"What did I say to you before?"
"Most importantly, I have to trust you?"
"Very good. Finally, someone who ACTUALLY listens to me"
The Doctor holds out his hand and Esther hands the timelord her cellphone. He examined it rather quickly, scanning it with his sonic screwdriver, taking in its data before thinking of a plan. As the girl sat down and watched the Doctor think, she noticed a figure a few windows down. It was tall and a bit hard to see due to the puffiness in her eyes from crying. She rubbed her eyes for clarity until she realized that the figure staring back at her was a Cyberman. It stood in silence, raising its wrist to reveal a blaster, "Watch out!" called Esther, tackling the Doctor to the ground as the Cyberman fires toward the two. The cell phone slipped out of the Doctor's hand in one direction, the screwdriver in the other. There was a moment of panic, "I hate being interrupted!" The Doctor complained, "Why can't I get a moment's peace for once in my life?!"
The girl looked around the room and noticed the closest object to her right was the sonic screwdriver while her cellphone was closest to the Doctor's direction. "Doctor!" said Esther through the sound of blasters and broken glass, "grab my cell phone, I'll get the screwdriver"
Before the Doctor could tell her 'no', Esther army crawls her way toward the device, stopping every once in a while to avoid getting shot. Her right hand reached for the screwdriver, her fingers barely touching the handle.
"Surrender, Doctor" said the Cyberman, its robotic voice sound cold as the metal material it was made out of, "You cannot stop the future"
"I can and I will!" said the Doctor, grabbing the cell phone the same time Esther manages to grab the sonic screwdriver, "Come along, Lovegood!"
As the blast hit the walls and windows of the shop, the Doctor stood and grabbed the girl by her hand, escaping to the back and making their way back to the T.A.R.D.I.S.
"Doctor!" said Esther, her feet standing in place while the timelord followed suit, "Where's the T.A.R.D.I.S.?"
"What are you talking about, Esther?" asked the Doctor, "She's right there where we left-"
The moment the timelord turned around, he realized the T.A.R.D.I.S. was gone. No traces of the bright navy blue phone box, not even the sound of its tender purring sound.
"No! No! No! No! NO!!" The Doctor yelled in anger, "The Cybermen were not supposed to take the T.A.R.D.I.S.!"
"How do you know the Cybermen took the T.A.R.D.I.S.?" asked Esther
"Isn't it obvious?!"
The timelord rambled on and on about the Cybermen taking his form of transportation, pacing around in circles on the surprisingly quiet street. If there were still humans around, The Doctor would've caused a great disturbance in the neighborhood. Esther on the other hand looked down at the sonic screwdriver in her right hand. She looked at every detail of the device and unknowingly turned it on to reveal a small green light in the end with a sonic buzzing sound coming from it. She points it in random directions until she points it towards a rather tall skyscraper. West Sussex is well known for its historical architecture and historical landmarks, so the sight of a rather large silver building was something out of the ordinary in this part of town. "Doctor?" asked Esther, lowering the sonic screwdriver in her hand and turning off the light, "Was that there before?"
The Doctor stops his complaints and turns toward the girl in confusion, "what are you talking about?" he asked, "There are no skyscrapers in West Sussex. It's a ridiculous idea for such a small town like this"
The girl noticed something coming up to the roof, it looked like rather familiar humans assisting the cybermen as well as flying a helicopter. But what really took her by surprise is what the helicopter was carrying, "The T.A.R.D.I.S.!" She yelled, tugging the Doctor by the sleeve and pointed towards the timelord's ship, "but how are we gonna get up there? It's probably surrounded by cybermen"
The Doctor looks around until he spots an abandoned motorcycle sitting by a telephone pole, "Hop on then" he said, making his way toward the vehicle.
Esther stood there flabbergasted, how on earth could she and the Doctor go past a heavily guarded building with just a motorcycle. She brushed the thought aside and followed the Doctor, who pulled out the girl's cell phone thinking it was his screwdriver. He paused and glanced at Esther before his eyes trailed down to her right hand. Without a word, the two switched devices and the Doctor starts the motorcycle with the help of his sonic screwdriver. Its engine purring and ready to roll.
"How did you do that?" asked Esther
"No time for questions, Esther" said the Doctor, "Hop on and hold on tight. This is going to be a bumpy ride"
The timelord hands the girl a helmet once she sits behind him and places the helmet on. Her arms wrapped tightly around the Doctor's waist as they made their way towards the skyscraper. The closer the bike to them, the more possessed humans began to surround the entrance.
"They're blocking our path!" said Esther, "You're not expecting us to run them over, do you?"
"Just trust the Doctor for heaven's sake!" cried a voice.
The girl paused, scanning the quiet town but there was no one in sight.
The voice continued, "The Doctor may be mad but he knows what he's doing!"
Esther decided to take the voice's word for it as the Doctor drove the motorcycle faster until it reached a construction site yelling with excitement, "ALLONS-Y!!!"
The motorcycle went over the cyber controlled humans and landed on the side of the skyscraper. Normally anyone who did that would come crashing through the glass window, instead it ignored the laws of physics and rode upward toward the top of the building. Esther looked down and held onto the Doctor tighter, for fear of falling over to her possible death, her eyes shut tight while the Doctor continued to laugh like a child in a candy store.
The moment the two unlikely companions reached the top of the skyscraper, a handful of Cybermen stood tall while a human man dressed in a military uniform stood front and center. What Esther found odd about the man was that he didn't have a metal piece on the side of his head like the others that were taken over by the Cybermen, but the serious and deadly look in his eye definitely shows that the soldier was the one in charge of the whole show. "So you've finally came, Doctor" said the soldier, "I have received word of your arrival and wanted to see if the rumors were true"
"Well, now you know" said The Doctor, climbing off the motorcycle while Esther remained seated, "Was this a way to make me come close and personal? Been there, done that"
As the Doctor approached the soldier, Esther watched in silence with her hands forming a grip around the end of her skirt, pleading that the timelord wouldn't get himself hurt.
"Relax, kiddo. He is the Doctor after all"
There it was again, the voice from before. But this time it sounded much more clear that the girl could make out its details. The voice sounded feminine, young (maybe mid to early 20s), definitely English native.
"How do you know that?" asked Esther
"Because I was once his companion" said the voice, "only he was a bit younger looking at the time"
In the corner of Esther's eye stood a rather short female that looked around her age. She had blonde hair that reached just slightly past her shoulders, a pink shirt with a blue leather jacket which had both her hands on either side of the pockets. Her eyes looked like a wolf but her smile seemed kind and trusting. "Who are you?" asked Esther, "How do you know the Doctor so well"
"Like I said, I was once his companion just like you are right now" said the mysterious female.
"Esther!" called the Doctor, "You're phone please"
Esther turned her attention back to the timelord who had his hand stretched out for the girl to toss her cell phone over. She looked confused for a moment until she did as the Doctor told her without question. She pulled out her cell phone and tossed it to the Doctor. He clumsily catches the mobile device and placed it together with his sonic screw driver, lifting it into the air as he announced, "Within the next 10 minutes, this bomb will explode!"
"A bomb?!" yelled Esther, her eyes wide as saucers, "You can't be serious, Doctor!"
The Doctor turned his eyes towards the girl, "I but I am" he said, followed by a wink. This action confused the girl until the figure nodded with a trusting smile. It was then the girl realize this was part of the real plan, she nods in response before the Doctor continued, "May I suggest find the KEY to this tight situation in your POCKET before things start to get messy"
Esther checked her front pocket to find a small key hidden inside it. Her eyes looked down at the item before turning her attention back to the Doctor, "Just PULL the flag of surrender, and PRESS THE RED BUTTON to bring yourselves back home. But don't worry, The T.A.R.D.I.S. will come back to me no matter what, don't cha old girl?"
The soldier laughed as if he heard the funniest joke in the world at the Doctor, his sickening grin still plastered on his face while the Cybermen aimed their wrist blasters at the timelord, "You think I'm a coward, don't you Doctor?" he asked, "I suggest that YOU leave this planet before you could say your silly little catchphrase"
The Doctor's face grew with offense, "well excuse me for having a lovely catchphrase!" He said, "Unlike those Cybermen of yours, all they say is 'You will be upgraded' or 'You will be deleted' all the bloody time. Honestly, that's starting to get rather old"
In the corner of The Doctor's eye, he sees Esther cautiously enter the T.A.R.D.I.S. and smiles to himself, a new companion who ACTUALLY listens to him for once.
Once Esther entered the T.A.R.D.I.S, she made a break for the controls in the center of the room, scanning every button and lever she could memorize and find within arms reach. She successfully finds the red button the Doctor mentioned but wasn't quite sure which lever to pull since two were presented, one on the left and one on the right. "Which one tho?" she asked herself, "Be more specific the next time you mention a lever, Doctor"
The girl hovers her right hand over the red button while her left reaches over to the left lever only to stop when another hand stops her.
"Wait!" the voice said, it was the girl from earlier.
"How'd you get in here?" asked Esther
"Don't ask questions, just trust me on this"
"Why should I? You could be lying"
"I never lie"
"Have you?"
The figure paused as her eyes began to glow, it did frighten Esther just a bit but swallowed the lump in her throat and slowly switched her hands from one place to another. Now Esther's left hand was hovering over the red button while her right hand reached for the lever on the right. "On three?" asked Esther while the figure nodded, placing her hand over the girl's for support.
"One… Two… Three!"
Once the lever was pulled, Esther pressed the red button and off the T.A.R.D.I.S. went, disappearing from the skyscraper and enough time for The Doctor to work on his true plan.
The T.A.R.D.I.S makes its appearance in the backyard of a small house on the other side of town. The sound of its engine purring around the area as it makes a safe landing. Esther was practically on the floor after the ship flew across time and space, laying on her back and her short hair somehow turned into a bird's nest. She sits up and adjust herself a bit before standing up to dust her shirt a bit more, "That was quite a happy landing" said the blonde figure, "At least you make a better driver than the Doctor"
Esther glanced at the blonde female, "Who are you anyway?" she asks, "you never told me your name"
The blonde hesitates before taking a deep breath and answered the question, "Rose" she answered, "Rose Tyler"
The girl nods and repeats the name silently to herself before turning herself toward Rose Tyler, "Okay, Rose" she said, "My name's Esther Lovegood"
"I know," said Rose with a smile, "shall we then?"
Esther hesitates for a moment before making her way towards the door, cautiously opening it to see where the T.A.R.D.I.S has taken them. It turns out that the house belonged to Esther and her mother, "How did-?"
"No time for questions" said Rose, appearing near the shed, "Just pack what's important cause those Cybermen might be looking for you right now so be quick about it"
Without a moments hesitation, Esther quickly enters the house through the backdoor, seeing the place looked as if a bomb went off. She quickly makes her way up the stairs and grabs whatever seems important. First a couple of pairs of clean clothes, some books and notes, shoes, and some photos from her childhood. Esther then grabs what appears to be a hand-sized toy which looks similar to a robot known as The Daleks. "What's that?" asked Rose, looking over Esther's shoulder to get a better look at the robot, "Is it safe?"
"It's only a toy" said Esther, "My mom made this for me when I was a kid, used to play with it all the time and it holds a lot of memories for me"
The girl placed the toy inside her suitcase and hesitates to close it for a moment, "Wait a minute" she said, closing the suitcase before heading back downstairs to find her mother's body. She looked in the powder room, the dining area, the living room, the master bedroom, even the kitchen but the older woman was nowhere in sight. "What the hell?" she asked herself, "This is impossible, her body should've been here, not even the police."
"Hurry up!" said Rose, "Time's of the essence you know"
Esther takes a deep breath before making her way back to her bedroom and grabs her suitcase to leave West Sussex. But the moment Esther steps outside in the backyard, the T.A.R.D.I.S was gone. "Not again!" said Esther, placing her suitcase down and sits upon it, "I lost the T.A.R.D.I.S twice"
"Don't worry, love" said Rose, walking beside the girl and kneels next to her, "The Doctor will be back in no time, I promise"
Hours felt like days as Esther waited anxiously on the footsteps of her house. Her foot repeatedly tapped against the step beneath her while looking up at the stars in the sky. Just when the girl was about to lose all hope, the sound of a familiar time machine was heard from across the street. She smiled as the T.A.R.D.I.S came to view and out comes the Doctor with a brand new long blue coat and matching tie, "There you are'' he said with a goofy smile, "Thought I'd lost ya"
"You're late, Doctor" said Esther, standing up from the steps and grabbing her suitcase, making her way towards the timelord.
"Is this the thanks I get for saving the world for the millionth time?" asked the Doctor, "Maybe more than that, but who's counting anyway?"
Esther giggled and looked up at the time machine, "so...where to then?" she asks
This made the Doctor smile and answer with confidence, "wherever and whenever you want, love" he said, "Every galaxy, every part of history, time and space are at your fingertips!"
The Doctor steps aside and allows the girl to enter the T.A.R.D.I.S first, followed by himself, then makes his way to the controls. Esther placed her suitcase aside and looked around the main control room a bit before slipping her hand into her left pocket. She paused, feeling a small piece of paper that she never owned inside, pulling the paper out and opening it to see a small little message.
'When I was a little girl, I had an imaginary friend. And when I grew up, he came back.
He's called "The Doctor"
He comes from somewhere else
He has a box called 'The T.A.R.D.I.S" that can travel anywhere through time and space.
I ran away with him, and we've been running ever since.
- Amy Pond'
Esther looked up at The Doctor who was busy with the controls before looking up at the girl, she quickly hid the note before the Doctor would notice. "Where would you like to go then?" he asked with a goofy smile. The girl thinks for a moment and shrugs, "Surprise me" she answered.
This made the Doctor's childish smile grow wider, "I love surprises" he said before the T.A.R.D.I.S takes off, traveling through time and space.
Next Time on Doctor Who
"Welcome to the Lost City of Atlantis!"
"Oh ain't she a beauty?"
"Your majesty, long time no see"
"I thank you, Doctor"
"With those two in the way, it won't be easy to get rid of that naïve Queen Aquamarine."
"My name is Martha Jones, I can help you"
"Doctor!"
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