#rey's green bread

[wisteriaw0rld]

Can I request a semi-part 2 for Zohakuten x Reader where the clones invite Reader over for dinner/a hangout, which leads to the Clones becoming closer to Reader (platonically), making Zohakuten jealous cause less of Reader’s attention is on him now. Baby just wants his alone time with Reader 😭

-ˋˏ ༻zohakuten x reader༺ ˎˊ-

||synopsis: Zohakuten was quick to assume that after the first few incidents occurred of the clones interrupting his time with you, they’d eventually get bored and leave the two of you alone again. He was wrong. Very wrong. No wonder he kept you a secret from them. (fem! reader) - (thank you for requesting<;3)

“You say you miss me and I wanna say I miss you so much”  -Lana Del Rey

From the first time you met the clones, you had genuinely gotten a little scared of them. The green eyed and yellow eyed ones acted carelessly with you, despite knowing of your fragility compared to them. As for the anger one, he was simply just ill-mannered 

The only one you seemed to get along with was Aizetsu. And Zohakuten already felt a slight pang of jealousy whenever you hung out with him. Zohakuten knew you wouldn’t leave him. Not when you were constantly clinging to him. He simply found it hard to watch you get along with the other clones. 

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“A what?” You asked with a confused face while staring up at the sorrow demon in front of you. 

“A dinner.” He stated once more, in his usual sad voice. Upon hearing the same answer you only got even more confused. A dinner? With all the other clones?

“But I thought demons don’t eat human food.” You questioned Aizetsu, tilting your head to the side in a confused manner. Aizetsu simply nodded, confirming your statement.

“We’ll cook for you. We stole a cook book for you from the last family we…” Aizetsu trailed off, not exactly understanding how to tell a human that he slaughtered another human family just for a cook book.

“Yeah, alright. So when did you say to come over for dinner?” You questioned, laughing at Aizetsu’s inexperience of talking to a human.

“Later tonight.” He replied with his usual sad smile. “Now I have to go before Zohakuten comes. I’ll come back to pick you up.” Aizetsu gave you a small head pat before disappearing into the woods. You smiled, hoping to actually learn more about the other clones and get less fearful around them. 

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A visible frown formed on your lips at the putrid smell coming from the small bowl of what was supposed to be soup. You looked up hesitantly at Sekido who had made the soup for you. He was wearing a small Chef hat given to him by Urogi. 

“Hah! I told you she wouldn’t like your cooking!” Karaku teased while nudging Sekido. From what Aizetsu told you, Karaku made the soup for you, Karaku and Urogi made the bread, and Aizetsu had simply made a juice for you. And you were so ready to wash down the soup if you desperately needed to.

“She hasn’t even tried it yet!” Sekido argued back while nudging Karaku back harder.

You mentally sighed to yourself as you got a spoonful of the soup. The disgusting smell filled your lungs. The soup itself didn’t look bad. It just smelled bad. Really bad.

Despite not at all wanting to take a single sip of the soup, you looked up again feeling bad if you didn’t. Aizetsu gave a small thumbs up as you quickly shoved the spoon into your mouth.

You paused. It didn’t taste bad. In fact, it had actually tasted really good. The moment you your eyes lit up at the taste, Sekido smiled at Karaku being proven wrong. 

“I told you she’d like it!” Sekido yelled in triumph while you let out a small laugh. 

Suddenly, you heard another person enter the room. Looking over, you saw Zohakuten enter. The moment he noticed you he seemed shocked that you were even there to begin with. “Y/n?” He asked looking over at you before looking at the others, each of them either wearing a chef hat or an apron.

An annoyed sigh left Zohakuten as he was just about to leave to visit you in the usual spot. But seems like you were already here. Without any words, Zohakuten walked over to you, grabbing your hand in his own and pulling you over to the room he had been in.

“Y/n why are you here with them?” He asked while his grip on your hand slowly got tighter. Just by the way he had been acting, you could tell he was a little jealous. 

“They invited me over for dinner. It felt rude to pass up the offer..” You responded, making Zohakuten turn his gaze to the shoji door.

You look around the room before finally choosing to sit down in the tatami cushion on the floor. Zohakuten took a seat next you, whispering a small apology as if you were forced to come here.

“Don’t worry about it, they seem nice.” You put your head down gently in his shoulder. You felt him stiffen for a few moments before relaxing once more. Only a few seconds later, you heard the shoji door behind the two of you slide open.

“Y/n! You didn’t try my bread yet!” Karaku intruded, hoisting you up to walk you out of the room. You gave an apologetic look to Zohakuten as he just silently glared daggers at the other clone.

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You thought that the moment you were done with eating the bread they prepared, your time with them would end and you would go back to Zohakuten.

But the moment you finished the bread, you saw Aizetsu. And his hair was a mess. You offered to brush it quickly to return to Zohakuten right after. 

“You really didn’t have to do this. He’s probably looking for you..” Aizetsu told you while sitting criss cross on the floor as you gently brushed through his tangled hair.

“AIZETSU!-” Urogi burst through the door, Karaku following close behind. The moment Urogi saw you brushing Aizetsu’s hair, he let out a loud and joyful gasp.

“Hey! Brush my hair too!“ He yelled enthusiastically, taking a seat next to Aizetsu while you let out a small laugh. Soon enough, Karaku joined, taking a seat in front of you as well.

You nodded with a small smile, thankfully the two didn’t have much tangled hair which made it easier and faster to brush. That was until Sekido also walked into the room, confused at what was going on. Before he could get a word out, Karaku dragged him over to sit in front of you.

Without a doubt he had tangled hair. Which wasn’t much of a shock. Eventually you came across a large tangle which you didn’t mind brushing through. While brushing, your body jolted at the shoji door making a loud bank as it was slid open. Showing Zohakuten.

Who obviously didn’t seem to happy to see you with the others. Silently, he walked over, grabbing your hand making you drop the brush on the floor.

“Hey, she was just about to brush mine again!” Karaku whined. Almost immediately, Zohakuten grabbed the brush off the floor and smacked the back of it against Karaku’s head.

He muttered a small shut up before he intertwined his fingers with yours, walking you out of the room and sliding the door shut.

“Sorry, I got distracted..” You told Zohakuten as you finally entered the room you were in earlier. He took a seat in the same tatami cushion as earlier. He pulled you gently by his side, your head soon after falling gently onto his shoulder once again. 

It didn’t take long for Zohakuten to then lay his head on yours, you falling asleep short after. 

He wasn’t able to sleep, no demons were. But he closes his eyes, enjoying the moment with you as the smallest blush dusted his cheeks.

Even with his eyes closed, he could tell all four of the clones were peeking through the small opening of the door. He didn’t mind. At first. Then he opened his eyes, shooting a glare at the clones while Aizetsu just hurriedly closed the door. At least he would finally get some time with you.

[xitty]

Collection of cards that show locations around Seisoukan (Starmony Dorms). Sister post to the one about Ensemble Square locations. No 3*s because they just use the homescreen backgrounds. Cards under cut, enjoy!

Seisoukan courtyard. There are doors to building 2 on the top of those stairs.

In front of the main entrance to building 1 (the common room is in this building)

Windows of the building 2 (which has the dorm rooms). :D Behind you can see the main entrance to the courtyard and the "garden/park" area on top of building 1.

That one tall tree in the courtyard. :D

Common room

Common room, this is left to Kaoru in the above card. You can see this area in the background of Nagisa's Conquest unbloomed card, for example.

Kitchen

Kitchen, the tables

Library 🩷

Library. Arashi is sitting behind the low table you can see in the above card on the right.

Home theater room

Hallways (they are identical except for some plant placements). They have those big windows that give to the courtyard.

Ceiling in the hallway. Of course it's a Mayoi card. 🤭

Hallway. Rooms numbered as seen behind Hiyori based on floors. So far, this is the only confirmed room number. 303: Hiyori, Kanata and Rinne's room on the third floor.

Eichi, Rei and Aira's room on the third floor. Eichi on his own bed, behind the divider (😂) is Rei's and the green & white is Aira's. Lolol why are these cards like this?

Leo, Natsume and Nazuna's room on the third floor. Leo's bed in the corner.

Kuro, Mao, Shu and Izumi's room on third floor.

Tsukasa, Souma and Shinobu's room on the third floor. There are doors behind Tsukasa (lying on his bed). I assume the ones in the middle are closets (looks similar to Shu's Solving card where he angrily crochets in the closet) and door on the left leads to the bathroom (a Hiyori 3* card story mentions a bathroom).

Hinata, Niki and Hiiro's room on the second floor. Hinata's bed.

Keito, Hajime and Hokuto's room on the second floor. Can't see much... anyway, Keito's bed.

Yuta, Kaoru and Nagisa's room on the second floor.

Midori, Tsumugi, Ibara and Mitsuru's room on the second floor. Midori's plushie filled bed in the corner and Mitsuru's bread footstool and bed on the right.

Tori and Yuzuru's room on the first floor. You can see the entrance to the room in the back.

Mayoi and Tomoya's room on the first floor. The beds are behind the sofa. I assume the bed behind Wataru is Tomoya's because the other one (which you can see in the home screen bg) is much more Mayoi's style. (Hokuto-senpai <3 btw)

Ritsu and Mika's room on the first floor. Mika on his bed. Some rooms don't have pics at all and this and Eichi-Rei-Aira dorm have tons.

Tetora, Arashi and HiMERU's room on the first floor. Tetora's bed and I assume the white one is Arashi's.

Old dorm building's balcony

[namusthetic]

The Artist and The Writer

The Tiny Love Stories Series

Their love blossomed in the gentle quietness. In moments when they felt overwhelmed by the rush of sensations or dived too deep in their thoughts, forgetting to resurface for a breath, they sought each other's eyes, and the noise finally ebbed away.

They had grown weary of giving away pieces of themselves with each lover, so they became each other's muse.

Link to the full playlist here <3

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The Artist

"Why can't you see that?"

The Artist observed. Patterns and colors spoke clearly to them, like words never could. Their childlike curiosity had been so refreshing to the Writer—a breath of fresh air after all the molding and the dust that had settled during long hours of contemplation, shattering on the fractals of their mind. The Artist made them rediscover the beauty of simple pleasures, the magic of seeing things as they are. The Writer knew that, no matter how much they tried, no word could ever fully capture the Artist's beauty.

Playlist:

As It Was by Harry Styles

Someone New by Hozier

Accidentally In Love by Counting Crows

Hey Lover! By Wabie

Me Gustas Tu by Manu Chao

Black Friday by Tom Odell

As The World Falls Down by David Bowie

The Bug Collector by Haley Heynderickx

Let The Light In by Lana del Rey ft. Father John Misty

The Writer

"You just don't understand."

The Writer's depth had ignited the Artist's fascination—a tranquil, opaque mirror nestled in a clearing deep within deep woods of the most vivid shade of green. Beneath its surface, wisps of light, flashes of distant storms boiled with fury. Rarely noticed by others, the Writer observed every detail keenly, a nostalgic aura of bittersweet melancholy surrounded them. The Artist spent hours sketching, attempting to capture the comforting warmth of the wisdom in their eyes.

Playlist:

Line Without a Hook by Ricky Montgomery

Writer In The Dark by Lorde

Talk by Hozier

Wicked Game by Chris Isaac

Heart to Heart by Mac DeMarco

Mystery of Love by Sufjan Stevens

Those Eyes by New West

There Is a Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths

We Are The People by Empire of the Sun

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(there's a surprise below 🤫)

------- Tiny Side Story ------

The soft gold light of sunrise cast a warm patina across the surfaces; it was barely 5:42 in the morning. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and jam wafted through the small apartment. In the direction of the small kitchenette, the clinking of plates and cutlery could be heard.

"Did you stay up all night writing?" The writer turned to find the artist leaning on the doorframe, a smirk playing on their lips.

"I couldn't bring myself to stop; had to finish that chapter. I was about to go to sleep, just wanted to prepare breakfast for you first. I know you like to wake up early to paint, but you awoke before I could bring it to you."

"Let's have breakfast together then; you can go and sleep after."

"Is there any way I can convince you to come back to bed and cuddle for a bit before you disappear into your studio?" The writer raised their brows in question, their attention still on the slice of bread in their hands. The artist sniffed and turned their head, as if pondering: "I have a very strict schedule; I'll see if I can spare a moment for you."

"Much obliged," they exchanged smirks, a spark of affection evident in their eyes. The artist settled into a chair by the window, watching attentively.

"Did you put the jam on the whole slice?"

"Yep."

"On the borders too?"

"Yep."

[merotwst]

i. STARS BY THE POCKETFUL ! ‹ heartslabyul ›

» the single beautiful moment you both realize you feel the same type of love for each other. the breathless whisper of honesty, the sweet relief that washes over you like the gentleness of satin sheets across your skin—the truth that's been tugging at your hearts and the afterglow of the moment that kept you on your toes for what felt like a thousand eternities had come to its conclusion.

⇝when you make your feelings known and they feel the same way—the world gleamed with colors.

[ n. this is inspired by snow on the beach by taylor swift and lana del rey ! <3 ]

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you reminisce the first day you'd set foot at heartslabyul. the paint on the roses were still so fresh then. who would have imagined circumstances would come to this? the long dried red on the roses of the gardens matched the shade that stained riddle's cheeks. somehow the tea and cakes seemed so much sweeter than they usually did. a simple brush of your hands melted into fingers interlocking with each other. not much words were exchanged after you had put your heart in your hands and he lovingly recieved it, taking it in his own gently silently swearing to guard it with his life. he would give it everything he had to offer and then, your silence carried more than words ever could.

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the hustle and bustle of sage's island's local marketplace bathed in the blissful morning glow. the clinking of change, the fruits on display, the voices of busy people entangling with each other in a mess of crowded noise and yet, it still felt so still and quiet in the bubble seemingly enveloping you and trey. the sun's golden rays bounced across his features as he broke into a winner's smile at the sound of your confession. it felt like the the dewdrops glistening on the tulips at the flower shop beside the bakery you both stood at—or the scent of freshly baked bread that he carried with him. it was warm and lovely. and as he took your hand and brought it to his lips, your little weekend errand almost felt like romantic getaway with him.

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the song he played as he plucked through the strings of his guitar bounced across the four corners of his room and the words that came tumbling out of his lips in almost a swirling haze of melodic perfection filled your heart right up to the brim. cater had a way with words. being able to diffuse a tight situation and keeping a calm stature throughout was a talent nothing short of incredible. it was a facade he kept up inside of magicam and outside to people around him. but no trace of that cater could be found in moments like these. the exhausting game of pretend never seemed necessary around you. it took him a while to realize, but now that he did, it was the one thing he was sure of himself after doubting almost everything his whole life. emerald green orbs were locked onto the strings of his instrument. he'd been keeping his eyes directed at them the entire time, afraid to look up. but when he did, the puzzle pieces seemed to just fall in place. it was like he was building it all from scratch and he stood there, watching the masterpiece that was you, glowing in a shade of blue that he's never seen before. the blue of honesty and stability. you were the anchor he needed, the lighthouse in his dark, stormy ocean of a soul. and as you leaned in to press your lips against his, a soft sigh of relief escaped after from a breath that he didn't know he was even holding in the entire time.

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the way the rain pattered against the ground was heavy. it fell hard and unexpected, just like you and ace. and as you both grew tired of waiting for it to cease its relentless pouring outside, somehow you both found yourselves right underneath the heavy drops of the harsh weather. the cool of the summer rain along your laughter mixed together painted a canvas of gleaming orange. it felt so beautiful to be enjoying your youth, basking in the innocence of friendship turned into love. and as he held you close, bodies pressed together under the heavy drops of the rain on the pavement, your lips parted from each others'. the serendipitous first kiss you shared under a gloomy sky felt like sweet tangerines in a warm summer forest, or the sunsets by the sea that make you want to run around in the sand in your bare feet. and as the thunder clapped and the rain seemed to grow even stronger, you both ran. he held both of your shoes on his left hand, never letting go of your own in his other, leaving a trail of bubbly laughter on the roads you both passed through.

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the thick pile of white that covered the pavements of the college made his breath visible in the cold winter air. the way your scarf looked a little too big on you, or the way you rub your hands together as you walk over the snow was mesmerizing to him. the simplest things you did just makes his breath hitch. he wasn't impulsive, no. deuce knew how to rationalize. but at this very moment, the way you took his hands and placed them on your cheeks in an attempt to keep warm, a soft whisper of honesty slipped under his breath unknowingly. you heard. it was a pure, unadulterated and sincere like moonlight passing through your window, or the first flakes of snow on your nose on november. and as the blood rushed to his cheeks and his cyan orbs frantically started looking anywhere but at you, it was quick. innocent and quick but so lovely, you were on your toes with your arms around his neck. as you parted, his smile looked like he had won a contest. the rush of happiness enveloped the both of you like the morning glow of the sun against the sparkling snow on your boots. and that was only the beginning.

[toxicanonymity]

Aisle 39. Ben's Hardware

5250 words / Ben Solo x Rey

Warnings: I8+ mdni. Sexual tension, dubcon (via uninformed use of force connection but she wants it), dry humping. I 🖤 Dry Humping. Hardware Store AU but more than meets the eye.

A/N: posting my first fic in any fandom since I never posted it on Tumblr aside from the AO3 link and Tumblr is home now 🖤. I'm resisting the urge to improve it 😅 I'm not even gonna reread before posting. It was originally reader insert but @dark-scape translated to reylo. Lmk if you want the reader insert version instead and that can be arranged.

Rey visually undresses him.  He inhales through his strong nose, meets her gaze, and cocks an eyebrow: “Now that’s an idea."   He sinks all the way back into the cushions, his huge palms on his thighs, as if to take in the moment with a subtle, satisfied smile.  He then abruptly sits back up and starts unbuttoning his shirt.  As if on command.

Rey drives through the streets of Jakku. It's a chilly day, but bright for mid December. The sun is in her eyes, but the drive isn't long enough to commit to finding her sunglasses. As she turns into a parking lot, she sees the cafe next door is open and realizes it will be the perfect day to grab her favorite nutmeg butternut squash soup with their signature green tea bread if she can make it out of the hardware store before the lunch rush really picks up. This is a rare opportunity because the cafe's hours are aligned to typical office job hours when she’s normally across town.

Rumor has it the hardware store is locally-owned now, and she wonders how much it’s changed. She's taken a vacation day to finish some holiday shopping and errands, and thought of an easy home improvement project last night to spruce up Finn and Poe’s house while she housesits and takes care of their cat Bebe. She wants to fix the dimmer for the light above their kitchen table. The knob has been missing for awhile now, and even when you twist the naked peg, the lights don't dim, so she assumes the bulbs aren’t the right kind. She figures she can fix this with a new plastic knob, a 4-pack of dimmable LED lights, and five minutes of labor. She can finish it off with a little red bow on the new dial. This will be a nice surprise and will also give her an excuse to procrastinate her other errands.

Turns out, not much has changed. She clip-clops through the sliding doors in her warmest boots and still sees orange aprons with names hand-written in sharpie. She immediately locates the light bulbs and spends a few minutes longer than necessary deciding which pack to get. She looks at her phone and sees she has about ten minutes until the lunch rush, so it's time to find the other item she needs, the knob.

She looks up and sees a worker. He's wearing a dark gray jacket over his apron, and what looks like a lighter gray hoodie under it. It isn’t that cold in here, she thinks . She almost leaves him alone, but something on his apron catches her eye. She can't see the name, but barely sees the edge of an expertly doodled death star. Bold choice.  

He's got a nice head of dark hair, chin length, tapered around his face, but out of the way enough to see his eyes are brown. He runs his hand through his hair over the top of his crown as though slicking it back, then some of the strands fall back down. His face is a mix of heart and square shaped with a masculine jaw and strong nose. He has the stubble of a mustache and soul patch but no beard.

He has beauty marks, so many. How many? Are they just on his face or all over? He has an enviously clear complexion and looks like he tans easily. He's kind of tall, but not looming, maybe because his head is bowed slightly as he lifts a crate of lightbulb boxes and begins to unpack it. He seems athletic, hard to tell with what he's wearing. He has a youthful vibe but isn't exactly boyish.

He carries himself like he knows more or less what he's doing, but doesn't take the job too seriously. Rey imagines he wouldn't be the best candidate to tell her how to do a project, but he must know the aisles at least. She doesn't like to be a bother, but hopes it's an easy enough question, and he's standing right there. He can tell she’s about to ask him something and looks up. The whites of his eyes are clear and sparkly. Rey wonders if hers would be like that if she blinked more, which leads to her unintentionally fluttering her lashes.

She finally says, close to a whisper, “Can I ask you something?” I asked… if I can ask him something. She groans inwardly.

She isn’t prepared for the gentle baritone voice he responds with, "Yeah. Sure."

"Uh, where can I find the light switches and dimmers?"

"AISLE 39. I think. Here, I'll show you." He sounds about twice as old as he looks. Those few words he speaks are enough to flip a switch in Rey.  Her heart is melting at the same time her mind is racing. She can't tell for sure because he’s so bundled up, but she imagines he has strong arms and is in great shape based on the vascularity of his hands as he holds his barcode reader. He's working in the middle of the school day so he's got to be at least 18, not that he looks any younger, but Rey tends to think in worst case scenarios. Realistically, she would peg him for mid-twenties, but his voice sounds at least two decades older.

He walks her to aisle 39 and stops. She thanks him for his help, and as she turns to walk in the direction he pointed, she realizes she’s slightly blushing and she’s been silent. She doesn't want her shyness to come off as cold, so she makes eye contact and lets a little smile sprout from the left corner of her mouth across her lips, small but beaming. She hopes it doesn't come off as a smirk or make him self conscious. She can't tell whether he's the self conscious type.

She figures she can find the item herself from here, and doesn't think to ask him about the specific product. She wanders nearly all the way down the aisle, but after several minutes of searching (albeit distractedly), Rey is relieved to see him come back with another customer. He's helping a man find a specific thing, not a whole aisle. She’s jealous, even though it was her own fault not to ask. She hopes he sticks around and asks her if she found everything okay, but when he's done with the other customer it seems like he's about to leave.

She quickly approaches him. “Can I- can I ask for your help again?” Asking to ask again. Do I always sound this ridiculous? She tells him about the dimmer she’s looking for, which is apparently called a rotary switch.

To her surprise and delight, he talks far more than he needs to about rotary switches. His dark velvet voice is lulling Rey half into a fantasy while she struggles to continue listening to his words. He repeats almost every word she says back to him coolly and casually. And these aren't complicated concepts. She isn’t sure if he's practicing an active listening technique from sales training or is simply aware of his effect on women. Or his effect on her. She stands inches from him and looks into his eyes. She wonders to what extent her white cheeks have bloomed into roses under her freckles and given her away.

"You need a dimmer?" He looks her in the eyes, but she’s transfixed on every flex of his jaw and twitch of his lip as he talks.

"Yes, but just the knob, not the whole thing,” she says.

He nods thoughtfully then confirms, "So you just need the plastic part?"

“Right, there’s still a stick you can use to turn it, but it’s naked,” Rey confirms. She pulls her phone out of her back pocket to show him what kind of set-up the panel has and what part she needs.

"So on the panel there's an up-down switch, and a rotary dimmer."

“Yeah." She shows him the knob on the store's app and says, "I think the dimmer part is in stock.”

He replies "Oh, it says aisle 2?" He looks in that direction like he’s trying to remember what’s in aisle 2. He must be new.

"No, we’re in the right aisle. It's wrong on the preview page, but if you click into it you can see," she explains.

"Oh, ok. This is what you need though?" He locks eyes with Rey.

Just like that, she’s imagining him taking off his apron and hoodie at the end of the day, revealing meaty biceps that want to burst out of a black, soft washed t-shirt. Running his large hand through his hair. Flexing those beautiful arms as he peels off the shirt. A smooth torso with hard pecs, scant chest hair. At the thought of this, the left half of her bottom lip starts to creep under her left front teeth, and he cracks a smile for the first time, from the right side of his mouth, almost like a mirror image to Rey’s. His teeth are pretty but unassuming. They're close to white and not overly straight.

Her cheeks grow warmer and she looks away, responding to his question with a slight nod, which she hopes doesn’t read as hesitant, before resuming eye contact. “Yeah,” she quietly confirms.

"But you don't need the regular switch, right?" He speaks with a relaxed beat, not rushing the conversation to its end.

"Uh-huh."

He's speaking low and soft and looks back and forth between Rey’s eyes, not at the screen they’re both supposedly studying. "You just need the dimmer."

"Yeah." She feels like this is being drawn out to the point of overkill, but she’s not complaining.

"And you only need the plastic part." Every time he speaks is like music.

"Yeah," she confirms, barely audible, with a smile.

He continues to search her eyes and she repeats, "Yeah."

For a brief moment, he seems to gaze at Rey as lustily as she knows she is looking at him before he gathers his thoughts. She feels self conscious and suspects by the amount that he’s talking he must know the spellbinding effect his voice has on her. But if that's the case, she supposes there’s no harm that could come from him knowing it.

"Okay, let’s go over here," he says as he leads her back to where she started at the front of the aisle. "I think I see it.” He crouches down to get something from the bottom shelf.

"That’s it!" Rey says with a grin.

She feels bad for not crouching down with him. She’s always self conscious of making people do too much work, but then she also doesn’t want to make it awkward by taking over. So it's not that she expects him to serve her, she’s just frozen. He starts to pull the small product off the metal rods. It's the exact one she’d shown him on her phone, but she notices a better color next to it. Rey squats down and as she looks at the package to the right of the one he's holding, he almost looks disappointed that he didn't pick the exact unit she needed.

She says, "This one is even better, it'll match the old yellowed white." As she slides the package toward her, her right thumb almost imperceptibly brushes his left hand which is still holding the other package. She hasn’t even thought about his package yet, but the lightest brush of his skin is enough to short Rey’s circuits. She gets nervous and stands up, thanks him twice with a genuine smile and that's all she can do.

"No problem," he says, and that's all. As Rey watches him walk away, she feels an odd desperation to hear his voice again. She thinks about making up another question and recording him with an app. Is that creepy? It’s a little creepy, but not full-blown creepy, right? It isn't an option to never hear his voice again. She briefly glances around and he's nowhere in sight. She gets a hold of herself and makes her way to the self checkout line and pays.

Scanning the parking lot as she leaves, Rey wonders which car is his. When she gets to her car, she realizes she doesn’t have her keys. She sheepishly walks back inside and grabs her keys and receipt from the self-checkout terminal she just used. She looks at the receipt - “Ben’s Hardware”. So it did change ownership. She feels someone watching her from the aisle straight ahead, but tries to play it cool. She smiles and shakes her head in disbelief as she turns around and leaves, heart pounding.

Rey forgets all about the soup she was going to get and drives on autopilot to the house to install the dimmer and bulbs. What was that back there? When did I become so shy? It’s been a long time since she’s felt a visceral longing for someone, too. She can feel the animal inside of her awakening from a years-long slumber. She isn’t worried about it, she welcomes it. It’s tame. She has the maturity and experience to stay in control.

She pulls into the broken driveway and parks under the carport. Bebe runs to greet her and Rey bends down to pet her when she opens the car door. This should be an easy but impactful little project. She enters the kitchen, and takes the rotary dial out, dismissing a ridiculous passing thought that she should have bought the white one, too, because he touched it.  She tears the packaging open and holds the off-white plastic rotary dial in her hand, smiling as she remembers all the ways he described it.  

She raises the cream plastic dial to the light switch panel and glances at its underside, confirming it’s compatible.  The unsheathed rotary peg juts out from the panel in anticipation. She holds the dial by its outer edge, aligning its hole with the peg, and gently eases the peg inside.  The dial slides all the way on and snaps into place. It sticks out a little far from the wall, but it works.  Then she unscrews the light bulbs in the cheap chandelier one by one and replaces them with the dimmable ones she bought. 

Finally, the moment of truth - she presses the rotary dial, which turns on the lights, but when she rotates the dimmer, it dims nothing. The dimmer wiring itself might not be LED compatible. Of course. It looks like she’ll have to go back to the store, but not today. She does her shopping and begrudgingly runs errands, and finishes off her day with a warm cup of rooibos.

When she gets in bed, her mind drifts back to Him. She’s dying to hear his voice again. He was so calm, aloof, but somehow radiating power. She interprets it as sexual energy, but she wonders if she’s just seeing what she wants to see. To keep his voice in her mind, she imagines him narrating, “So. This is your bed… we’re going to use an extra blanket tonight, because it’s cold.” She feels ridiculous. But when she drifts off to sleep, there he is.

*** 

Rey is in a living room, but not hers.  It’s a subtle mid-century style with huge windows and modern touches.  It’s dimly lit with a fire roaring behind a glass.  He’s slouched on a stool at a wet bar, drinking something on the rocks.  He’s wearing black slacks, a form-fitting charcoal button-up shirt, untucked, with the cuffs unbuttoned.  He has one foot on a rung of the stool and another with its heel on the ground as he looks at his glass. 

He looks at Rey and puts down the glass.  “Drink?” he asks, standing up to go around the other side of the bar.  Rey watches him.  “Whisky? Wine? Water?” he asks, while filling a glass of water.   “I’m fine,” she replies.  He puts the glass of water down on the smooth granite in front of a second stool that’s still tucked under the bar.  As he walks out from behind the bar, he lets his fingers graze the leather seat of the closest stool.  Rey notices he’s shoeless, wearing black and gray argyle socks.  Why is he so quiet? 

Right on cue, he says, “Well, you’re here.  What do you want to do?” It’s so vivid.  Rey is frozen and says nothing.  Her heartbeat quickens.  He paces patiently.  There’s a teal sectional facing the fireplace.  The living room has soft carpet that feels new under her bare feet.  He walks across the living room, crossing into It a breakfast nook with an oak table.  Behind the kitchen table, he reaches for the wall and lightly touches a conspicuously cheap looking dial that dims the room further.   He comes back toward Rey, and pauses between the breakfast nook and living room. There’s a cabinet separating the spaces, about the same height as the kitchen table.  It has a record player and a box of records sitting on top of it.  

He approaches the record cabinet, which is about hip height to him.  He’s facing Rey, with the cabinet and the entire living room in between them.  With a casual stretch of one leg, he spreads his feet to lower himself a little and look at the records. He rolls up his sleeves, glancing up at her with his tan forearms flexing.  He thumbs through the vinyl records, which appear to have no words on the covers.  He has his head down, his hair has fallen slightly in his face, and he’s glancing up at Rey every few seconds as he thumbs through the box. 

He starts reading out the names of records, and her butterflies intensify at the low rumble of his voice. “Led Zeppelin III,” “Some Girls,” “Get Behind Me Satan,” “Ocean’s 11,” “Travis” “John Wick 2”  The foliage outside rustles gently against the window.  The next time he looks up at her, he doesn't look back down.  It’s an expectant gaze as though to see if the sound of his voice was effective.  She squirms a little and blushes.  He holds her gaze, squints slightly, and smiles a little.  He’s finished going through the records.  He doesn’t put anything on the record player, but a song she likes starts playing anyway.  Think, by Kaleida.  

He gives Rey a mischievous, inquisitive look, and runs his hand through his hair as he walks over to the sectional. He takes a seat and hinges forward at the hip, putting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together.  She admires the shape of his forearms.  He raises his clasped hands upright and sets his chin on them playfully, his biceps straining his sleeves as he meets her eyes.  He says, “Well, here we are at my place,” which she doubts.  Rey doesn’t know what she expects his place is like in reality, but it isn’t this refined.  He chuckles, removing his elbows from his knees and resuming a more grown-up posture. With arched brows and an otherwise straight face, he says, “Really.” His brows relax again.  “What do you feel like doing?”  His voice floods every inch of her body with a yearning to be touched.  

She doesn’t know how to answer him.  She doesn’t know how she got there or what’s going on, but the combination of his voice, eye contact, and arms are enough for Rey to begin visually undressing him.  He inhales through his strong nose, meets her gaze, and cocks an eyebrow: “Now that’s an idea."   He sinks all the way back into the cushions, his palms on his thighs, as if to take in the moment with a subtle, satisfied smile.  He then abruptly sits back up and starts unbuttoning his shirt.  As if on command. . . Holy shit, Rey thinks.  She realizes this is a dream. She’s lucid.  It’s like a 5-d game where she can feel everything.    In theory, she can do whatever she wants.  What she really wants at this moment is to straddle him.   

He glances down between his legs and coolly says, “sit anywhere you want.”  She feels observed, even though he isn’t real.  She walks over to the sectional and perches next to him on the edge of its velvet cushion. She feel herself getting wet.  She’s wearing a gray stretch miniskirt–something she wouldn’t have picked out for herself–black leggings, and a green cardigan with no undershirt.  He finishes unbuttoning his shirt and discards it on the floor.  She sees exactly what she’d pictured earlier - a strong physique, his lightly bronzed arms straining against a soft washed t-shirt.  “What’s your name,” he asks, and she feel a warmth growing between her legs.     She tells him, “Rey.”  “Rey,” he repeats, and she fruitlessly responds, “What’s yours?” 

He sighs and gazes around wistfully, “Her name is Rey.”  Then his eyes are back on her.  He places a large hand softly on her knee.  Electrified, she reciprocates.   It’s not real, she reminds herself.  She can do anything.  The guy from the store will never know.  She dares to run her hand a few inches up his quad and give his muscle a light squeeze.  He exhales with the slightest little groan,  “yeah,” and moves his hand to the small of back to urge her closer.  She’s sitting next to him but facing him now, left leg folded under her, working her right hand up his quad. 

The expanse of his thigh dwarfs her pale fingers on his black pants as she leans forward and lets her heel nestle between her legs to relieve some tension.  A tsunami of tingling deep inside her spreads through her breasts.  She grips his thigh for support, and lifts herself just barely,  intending to bring the inner crook of one knee up over his closest leg in a cuddly way while remaining seated on the couch.  A tent in his pants catches her eye and her skin starts to burn with urgency.  If she moves too quickly, she wonders if she could startle herself awake.  

As Rey raises her leg, he brings his far hand to it, gently coaxing her to move all the way onto his lap.  Her skirt rides up over her ass as she follows his lead.  He seizes one buttock in each hand, gives them a gentle squeeze, and takes a deep breath.  She is overcome with arousal and takes her own deep breath, shuddering and blinking slowly as she exhales. Her legs are now spread wide open straddling his lap, but she’s hovering and hasn’t put her weight on him yet.  Her head is a little higher than his in this position.  He bows his head and nuzzles his nose into her cardigan between her breasts, closing his eyes and taking in her scent.  

Rey’s modest chest is heaving against his face and he cradles her with both arms as she breathes.  She places her hands gently on his shoulders, and slowly moves them inward to fondle the hair at the nape of his neck.  She twirls a lock around her finger contemplatively, but she’s still hovering.  His arms are under hers with his face still in her sweater.  He drags his nose up to her neck and she feels her cardigan unbutton, exposing a lace bra, which is fastened in the front.  He looks up at her and reiterates in an intimate whisper, “you can sit anywhere you want.”  

Rey could tell from his breathing what would await her in his lap.  Her leggings were already soaked.  One by one, she scooted her knees closer to the back of the couch on either side of his expansive torso and let her weight down.  She is now truly straddling him, her inner thighs and the intimate seam of her warm, moist leggings fully embracing his arousal.  Her wetness spread through her leggings and into his pants.  His lumber swells against her, pulsing into her aching nub.  “Yeah,” he breathes.  “Right here.” She leans forward to feel his full length, which spans from her privates to her belly button as he thrusts against her. 

Over the course of a few blissful seconds, she feels his erection press harder against her, slide upward, then come back down, and repeat.  His mouth finds her neck, then her mouth.  She accept his lips hungrily and grinds back in rhythm.  Her lips pull away as pleasure shoots through her gut and breasts.  She leans her head back and gasps.  He moves his way back down to her heart, nuzzling his nose along her neck then planting a kiss on her collar bone, another kiss on her breast.   

Then his teeth lightly pinch her skin as they find the front of her bra.  He looks up at her as the clasp flies open and her breasts are free.  Her hard nipples are framed loosely by her dangling bra and the top half of her cardigan which is still buttoned, only at the bottom.  She’s still wearing leggings, but his cock feels too good to leave it for even one moment to undress further.  She continues to slowly grind against him as he moves one hand to her breast, keeping the other behind her for support.  He palms one breast, lightly at first, grazing her nipple with the heel of his palm, then softly cups the whole breast, enveloping it in his large hand as he continues to slowly thrust into her warmth  He uses his free hand to bring her close enough to kiss her other breast. 

Rey is burning up now.  He undoes the last two buttons of her cardigan and she lets it fall off her shoulders, discarding her bra at the same time.  She reaches down to the hem of his shirt and slides four curled fingers underneath it.  He helps her take it off, and she takes in the sight of his shredded torso.  His right pec has a scar.  She traces it with her thumb.  His pecs are so hard.  As she explores him, they continue grinding, then he gives a more emphatic thrust, like his cock cannot physically get close enough to her.  She reaches between their loins and strokes his arousal through his pants, tracing the outline of his cock in detail.  His pants are damp and shiny from her leggings and with a wetter spot of his own.  

Rey needs him badly.  He isn’t wearing a belt.  She frantically searches for his button and zipper and carefully frees him. She holds, and beholds, the glorious, veiny shaft that lands in her hand.  She savors the feeling of its soft skin as it throbs in her hand.  “You. . . are a vision,” he murmurs into her chest, which is exactly what she was thinking about his package.  She moves her thumb to the head of his cock, collects a bead of precum, and swirls around the head affectionately.  Her brows furrow with want.   He holds her tighter, closing the gap between them.  He begins thrusting again, hard and slow.  Rey grinds her throbbing warmth against his lower shaft while her hand is still in between them.  

She feels the spine of her groin twitching and knows she’s close.  She takes a deep breath and lets a sharper pleasure overtake her chest and groin.  Her breath quickens as she nears her peak.  She still has her leggings on. He reaches his broad hands into the back of her leggings, taking one buttcheek in each hand and moves her up and down against him.  “I need you,” he breathes. They look into each other’s eyes and there’s something wild in his pupils, something dark, like a warm, black hole, drawing her in.  “Take me,” she says.  He reaches a hand behind her neck to cradle her head, and they gaze at each other, breathing, grinding.  Then he pulls her face decisively to his.  

Rey inhales through her nose as their lips meet hungrily. He kisses her hard, too messily to  seal their mouths together, leaving his lower lip between her lips as he draws in a deep breath through his mouth.   He then closes his lips on her upper lip, his teeth and tongue slightly grazing it.  Half his mouth opens into hers, the other halves of their mouths still breathing heavily. 

He shifts her slightly upward, wraps her around his waist, and she feels the head of his rock hard cock aggressively nuzzling her clit, up and down.  His tongue finds hers and she lets it brush against her teeth.  When she pulls away for a moment, he looks her in the eyes. They’re both moving faster now, and  as they’re about to come, she folds herself into him, sliding her lips down his chin to his neck and opening her mouth, breathing against his skin. 

His thumb finds her most sensitive place and one touch sends her over the edge.  The pleasure is almost too much to bear.  Her ass clenches as ecstacy blooms from her groin, her nipples, her ears, and deep within her gut.  Muscles she didn’t even know she had shudder in release, and he wraps his arms tight around her, thrusting to the beat of her orgasm.  She rides wave after wave, pulsating against his cock, and as another wave swells he groans, and she feels his cock begin its own contractions, intensifying hers.  

Rey’s mouth is open against his neck and she’s breathing into his skin and as he unleashes a huge lode of cum, between them, soaking through her leggings, and gluing their clothes together.  Her canines dig harmlessly into the side of his neck – she can’t resist –  then she brings her lips to the flesh and seals it with a kiss.   She collapses into him, loosely hugging him with her legs, and the two of them just breathe.  Then he tightens his arms around her in a hug, and she looks up. She sees the mark of her teeth on his neck, and remembers no one else will see it.  This isn’t real.  

She nuzzles her head into her mark and blinks her eyelashes against his skin.   He sighs slowly through his nose, then she feel the vibrations of his voice against her face as he says, “You are… remarkable.”  She lies there breathing for a few minutes and he wraps them both in a cream, cable-knit throw.  She falls asleep in his arms and wakes up in her own bed, marveling at how a dream can make one feel like they’ve experienced someone so intimately.  She hadn’t had a lucid dream in years.  She absently scratches an itch between her breasts and wonders how she can be sure to dream of him again tonight.  Was it the rooibos, or the sheer will of her want?

[mistype360]

Omg, the assumption event seems so funnnn!!! INFP, LEFV, 6w5 sp 649 (can't decide between sp/so or sp/sx)

my assumptions about you!! why are my headers always so bad quality

aesthetic, music, vibe, colors:

there are 4 types of infp's in this world: the music one, the art one, the writing one, and the fashion one.

you are the fashion one.

i don't think it's that you dress this way, but that's where your infp obsession lies. i feel like you're secretly baroque? gothic? black eyeliner and grease hair punk? idk. but you dress very "downtown girl" and "normal." or maybe you're not personally baroque, but you have an appreciation for fashion and aesthetic, especially high fashion.

even when people call fashion "strange," you're still able to see the meaning behind it. anyways, i don't think you'd surround yourself with people who don't appreciate it so ig that's not really a problem. you're pinterest board is probably full of this stuff. maybe that's why you don't dress like it irl, since internally you might now want to judged or perceived differently. i feel like you're more of an observer and appreciator: a true romantic like an infp and their 4 fix 🥺

i also have a personal bias towards infp's, but i feel like you're very lana del rey ultraviolence, folk music, sad dark slow music, chelsea wolfe... idk any other artists tbh but this seems about right... kurt cobain?? kind of a stretch but you get the feel

if you were a color, you'd be like a mix of GREY, pink, WHITE, black, and GREEN. not like sage, but a very muted green and muted pink (also my INFP BIAS LMAO)

characters:

you're kinda split between two vibes, which i guess makes sense with your types duality. one one hand, you're giving studio ghilbli, lord of the rings, cowboy bebop, perfect blue...very feel-good movies

but on the other hand you're girl interrupted, gone girl, midsommer, babadook 🥴🥴 like very atmospheric movies that make you think a bit about yourself but mostly feel sad

random:

idk how to explain this in coeherent language but you're the definition of "screaming, crying, throwing up" when it comes to relationships - like you'll be very nostalgic, romantic, and emotional before you're even in the relationship with someone, but once you enter it you immediately stop feeling that way

if you were a sandwich, you would be a grilled cheese sandwich with basil, balsamic vinegar, and sourdough bread (im drooling just by typing this it sounds so good)

you're zodiac is either a libra, virgo, or sagittarius (idk why but trust me)

[f1a1w1n]

No, you don't

Part one/prologue of No, you don't.

Summary: You get your life turned around after you and Rey join the resistance. Unfortunately, you meet Poe and you couldn't be more annoyed by his boyish charm. This fic is a slow burn sorta enemies to friends typa thing. Reader has the force.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: None

( authors note: I wrote this ages ago and I can assure you my writing gets better 😭)

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“What?” I said, anger growing on my face. 

“It’s fine,” Rey said, holding my arm, slightly dragging me away from Plutt, the bloated junkboss who very much enjoyed seeing us starve. “He’s right, our scavenge today wasn’t that good''

It was clear that Rey was trying to diffuse the tension. Impatient customers waited in line complaining, getting very antsy. 

I took a deep breath, trying to clear the anger from my face. “Fine” I said through gritted teeth. I snatched the portions from the counter as Plutt let out a laugh. 

“You don’t have to do that everytime” I whisper-shouted to Rey as we walked back to our speeders. 

“Do you want to starve?” Rey picked sand out from her nails. “Because the rate you were going we would have never seen food again”

I rolled my eyes, but I knew it was true.

As we hopped on our speeders Rey shot me a grin, and I smiled glumly at her. 

“I wish we could live somewhere else,” I said as I secured my bag to the side of my speeder, “maybe a planet with grass”

“Grass?” Rey asked. “The.. uhm, green stuff.. right?”

“I’ll show you one day” I nodded. “I think you would really like the ocean as well”

Rey looked uneasy “I-”

I offered her a sad smile “I know”

I didn't get why she was so determined to wait on Jakku for her father, even though there were no chances of him coming back, Rey still held on to that tiny hope. I respected that. 

We shot through the sand dunes, wind rustling in our hair. We finally made it to our home. 

We parked the speeders to the side and crawled through the AT-AT. I dumped my bag to the side and poured two small glasses of water as Rey carefully dropped water into the portion tray. We ate our bread in silence looking out at the horizon. 

As I bid Rey goodnight and slinked off to bed, my head was consumed by foggy thoughts. I knew what they were, and I cringed at them, trying desperately to go to sleep to escape them. But to my luck my thoughts entered my dreams. 

“Mother?” I rasp out. My voice is muffled, lost in an echo. My movements feel foggy and heavy. 

I watch my mother smile at me. I can feel the shocked expression on my face.

“Come on you can do it” I heard my mothers voice say “feel the force”

Suddenly, I’m pulled to the side, and from where I was I see a younger me sitting cross legged on the carpet with my hands at my side. I’m in my childhood home. 

“The force is every living thing connected… feel it” 

My mother walks circles around my younger body. She wears a jedi robe and a lightsaber hangs at her waist. 

“Feel it”

I see my younger self take a deep breath. I had almost forgotten about this, I thought. 

Suddenly the door swings open and my younger self runs to greet it. 

“Dad!” Younger me says as she jumps into his arms.

He tosses his helmet to the side and spins younger me around. The dream feels sped up, like my brain was skipping over things.

My mother sighs “I was in the middle of training her”

My father pokes his tongue out at her cheerfully. “Give her a break, she’s so young”

“They trained me when I was much younger,” my mother pointed out.

My father walked over and planted a kiss on her cheek. My mother couldn’t help but smile. 

I felt a sense of dead wash over me. Something bad is going to happen I thought but what? I racked my memories in hope of remembering but nothing popped into my mind. 

“Mother!” I yelled but my voice was muffled, like a pillow was shoved down my throat “Mother!” I tried to run to them but it felt like a wall of pressure pushing me away from her. 

All of a sudden stormtroopers burst through the door, firing their blasters. My father took out his blaster and fired shots back at them as my mother used the force to shield younger me and my father from their shots. I felt a hot sharp pain go through my stomach. I looked down and I saw another blaster shot pass through my stomach. 

“Get her out of here!” I heard my mother yell. 

I saw my dad take a young man's arm and run towards me. I start to yell at my father but no noise comes out. I reach for his arm as he draws close but I can’t grasp anything. My father and younger me run through me like I’m a ghost. 

Everything starts to haze. My thoughts are getting clearer and the world around me starts to fade. The pain in my stomach is gone. I feel something dragging me out. I feel lighter. I begin to awake, but not before I hear my mother scream in pain. 

I wake up in a jolt, sweat sticking my hair to my forehead. Rey runs into my room.

“You good?” Rey asks. The sun peeks up from the horizon. 

I breathe out “yeah… just a nightmare”

She gives me a warm smile “alright, let’s get going then”

She offers me a hand and we get ready to go scavenge more graveyard ships.

We abseil down the corridor of a crashed imperial ship, stopping occasionally when we spot something worth scavenging, cutting it from its imperial prison. Finally Rey suggests we go home to sort through what we’ve scavenged and sell it, I agree and we hop on our speeders and ride home. 

Rey sits outside sorting through what we scavenged, sorting it into piles while I’m inside sewing the holes closed in our clothes. 

I let my thoughts drag me back to my dream last night. I had almost forgotten about that. I thought. Why can’t I forget? 

I let myself think about my father, something I have not let myself do in a long time. 

“Dad, where's mother?” younger me peers up at my fathers tear ridden face. 

“She-” He stops himself. “I don’t know sweetie”

But he did know, and I did too, my mother had died. My father is half pulling half carrying me to his cruiser. He places me in a seat and hurriedly flips switches and presses buttons in the cockpit. The ship gently takes off. Below I can faintly see our old home, flames dancing off the roof and white stormtrooper specks running back to their ships to hunt us down. Before they can take off we jump into hyperspace, leaving our home, and my mother behind. 

“Dad?” 

“Yes sweetie?” I can hear him try to keep his voice steady, for my sake. 

He looks so much younger here I think. The lines on his forehead are not as deep, the grey hair not as prominent.

“Mothers gone… isn’t she? I can feel it.” Grief hadn't yet set in the baby features of my younger self. 

My father stays quiet for a bit. “Yes, she is.”

Months later, my father and I are on Jakku, doing what we can to survive. We slowly took apart my fathers ship, selling it piece by piece to Plutt for tiny amounts of food. Weeks later the realisation sets in, we are stuck here on this godforsaken planet. 

A dried up bone had more water than the entire surface of the sun cracked planet. 

I’m older now, my features more sharp as the baby fat fades away. You can see faint lines of grief across my brow occasionally. Sun tanned skin freckled my face. 

I see my fathers face, so much older now. His forehead with deep wrinkles that cascaded from his eyes to the corners of his mouth. His hair is almost completely grey now. Jakku had not been kind to him, although I think mothers death aged him ten years quicker than normal. 

He struggles to get up. “I must work,”

I rushed to his side. “No- please, you need to rest.” I grab his arm and try to guide him back to his seat. He jerks his arm away from me.

“It’s not okay.” 

“What’s not okay?” I ask, my eyebrows furrowing.

“My only daughter… taking care of me- you are too young,” he grabs my hand and pulls it up, examining it and showing me my own hand like it’s done something wrong. “For your hands to be so-” he searches for the words. 

I take my hand and pull my fathers in mine. Why must he be so weak? 

“It’s okay father,” We sit in silence for a moment. “I have to work…”

I look at my fathers face, a mix of sadness, shame and pity wash over his face. He lets go of my hands. “Marry rich… not like your mother and I” he pauses “she gave up to much for me”

I turn away, letting my father sit in his grief. It's been years since my mother had died, my father still sits in his grief. 

I’m brought back to my task at hand after accidentally sewing Rey’s scarf to the hem of my skirt-pants. 

I remember when I first met Rey, it was the same day my fathers heart gave out. I went on foot to a graveyard ship to scavenge. I didn’t have any equipment to climb through the ship so I stayed on the lower levels climbing as much as I dared before I had to jump down. 

Sobs racked my body as I tried to look for anything to scavenge. It had only been two weeks since I buried my father. Grief felt like a hot knife and you were butter. Your sobs sent dull pains to your chest every time you cried. This isn’t fair. I thought. 

I think back to a week ago when your mother ghost had appeared to comfort me. I was angry, asking why she didn’t show up sooner, why she abandoned the jedi order, why she wanted to train me in the force. She sat and listened with a sad smile and gracefully put up with my yelling and sobs. She cried with me and we hugged. Even though she told me she was always there for me, I had never felt more alone, my purpose for living felt vague and fuzzy, but I persisted.

“Hey!” 

I look up and see a girl about my age abseil down from above. “I had my eyes on that long before you showed up”

She reaches the ground and unhooks herself from her harness, she reaches around and grabs her quarterstaff. 

“I’m sorry,” I wiped tears away from my face hurriedly. I place the fuel-cell's back on the ground and step away. The tone in her voice scared me. Tears still spilled from my eyes. 

Rey looks at me weirdly. “It’s just a fuel-cell… actually you can keep it if you’re gonna cry-”

To my surprise I let out a chuckle… a real one. The weird honesty in her statement shocked me. “-No,” I interrupt her “you saw it first,” 

Rey thinks for a moment, reluctantly she says “we can half it”

I hear the reluctance in her voice. Something saying she doesn’t have to be a good person, and I agree with that voice, she doesn’t have to do that. But she does anyway, begrudgingly. She takes out a serrated knife and stoops down to cut the fuel-cells in half.

“Wait-” I say. I take out a laser-cutter from my bag and gently take the fuel-cell away from her. I flick on the switch and cut it in half. I hand it to her while shoving the laser-cutter and the halved fuel-cell in my bag. 

“You have a laser-cutter?” Rey says, almost shocked. 

“Yes,” 

“Hm,” Rey says, “I’m Rey.”

I smile half heartedly and introduce myself. 

Later Rey and I would see each other more often. Whether it was running into each other at the markets, or running into each other at graveyard ships. Months later Rey offered me to live at her place. 

Masterlist

Thanks for reading, I hope you have a good day <3

[judgementdaysunshine]

Dominik x pothead reader but they need playful reassurance and comfort when they start to green out 😍

Oooh!

Green care

Pairing: Dominik Mysterio x Fem reader

Description: You get stoned in front of your boyfriend and soon he is taking care of you after you are in your own world

You drink a sip of water before you pop the edible you had in your mouth, chewing on it as you watch tv and talk to your boyfriend Dom. He knew of you being a stoner and it helped you with your depression, anxiety, and insomnia when nothing else did and decided to be by your side when he saw you grab an edible from the baggie you kept hidden in the house you shared giggling at the face you make when the after taste hit your throat "I love doing edibles but god do they taste like shit" you talk to his parents on the phone as you slowly begin to feel the edible kick in giggling at your cat Skittles across the room making his parents laugh before sending a picture of yourself to his sister Aalyah and your friends hearing aalyah on dom's phone say out loud next to his parents. "You took another 50 milligram edible again didn't you?!" you burst out laughing while Rey chokes on his drink, Angie covers her mouth while giggling, and dom laughs at you on the floor practically like jello as you stare at your dog Harumi sleeping a few feet away "Enjoying the floor babe?" saying a giggly bye as he hangs up before following you as you waddle to the kitchen for water and use the bathroom before waddling back to the bedroom, laying on the bed, and watching Rush hour as you start to go into a dream like state with your eyes glazed over, your body slowly swaying side to side, feeling warm all over, nonstop and uncontrollable giggling, your body becoming limp and relaxed, and your thoughts both not going at all once and making you overthink. Dom puts a wet rag on your neck when you start feeling too warm "Hey baby...can you make me something pls? I would but I am kinda seeing colors" he laughs before kissing your cheek and making potato soup for dinner "If it's too soft eat some of the sesame bread unless you don't feel good" he gives you a chocolate bar after eating the soup and having extra water on the nightstand for you quietly giggling as he records you watching dancing fruit sensory videos spaced out and giggling "How's the fruits bebe?" you look over at him starstruck not knowing he was filming "They are so cute and amazing they dance better than me" he giggles quietly and breathlessly as he sends the video to your three friends who all die laughing watching the video as he slowly wraps you in a blanket and cuddles you "Baby next time this happens you gotta do this with me" he shakes his head laughing as you trace his tattoos while laying on his chest "Maybe but you're gonna have to be sober otherwise we both may not be okay after" you both laugh until you slowly come down from the high and fall asleep and when you eat breakfast the next morning, Dom agrees to do an edible with you next time but secretly asks your friends to be nearby in case.

[stardust-swan]

Pretty Plans for Summer

☀️ Visit the Botanical Gardens and take polaroids of the summer blooms

☀️ Make summer minestrone, olive bread, a lemon cheesecake, homemade lemonade, candied orange peels, honey-lavender tea, peach iced tea, strawberry mousse, and homemade ice-cream in different flavours

☀️ Enjoy lots of fresh fruits and berries, baked fish with homemade chips (fries), and seasonal vegetables in refreshing salads

☀️ Take walks in the sunshine each day

☀️ Wear flowy dresses and skirts, and lots of linen

☀️ Adorn myself with jewellery made of gold, jewels, and pretty coloured glass

☀️ Apply a coconut moisturiser and follow up with a citrus or floral scent for a tropical vibe (my scents of this summer will be: Dolce and Gabbana Light Blue and Beyoncé Heat Rush)

☀️ Wear heart-shaped glasses

☀️ Get gelato with my friends

☀️ Read on a park bench to enjoy the sun while meeting my reading goals

☀️ Do yoga in the local park

☀️ Press summer flowers

☀️ Leave my water bottle in the freezer each night so that throughout the day it will defrost and I'll have icy cold water

☀️ Go on a picnic! Bring grapes, peach pie, and salty goat's cheese to enjoy on fresh bread

☀️ Adorn my hair with a flower crown

☀️ Take a trip to the beach and enjoy an ice-cream while reading and wearing a cute swimsuit and straw hat

☀️ Visit a vineyard and taste some wines

☀️ Host a garden party with salmon and cream cheese finger sandwiches, lavender scones, and lots of strawberries

☀️ Take a boat cruise and watch the water as the sun sets

☀️ Summer beauty essentials: Shiseido Sun Protector SPF 50, Hada Lobo Anti Aging Super Hydrator Lotion, face powder (to dab on my face if it sweats), Old Spice Deep Sea deodorant stick, Fresh Sugar Rose Lip treatment, lots and lots of lipgloss

☀️ Go to the farmers market and stock up on ripe vine tomatoes, strawberries, peaches, leafy greens, courgette, cherries, and blackberries

☀️ Do a watercolour painting outdoors in the good weather

☀️ Feel the warmth of the grass under my bare feet

☀️ Put a few drops of lavender or lemon essential oils in the washer with my clothes and leave them to air-dry in the sun

☀️ Listen to: Froot by Marina, Polaroid Love by Enhyphen, Love by Lana Del Rey, Strawberry Blond by Mitski, Fior Di Latte by Phoenix, Strawberry Fields Forever by The Beatles, California Dreamin' by The Mamas and The Papas, and Power Up, Ice-Cream Cake, and Sunny Side Up by Red Velvet

☀️ Keep a diffuser with orange blossom essential oil in my room to make it smell summery, and keep the windows wide open so the room will feel cool and airy

☀️ Visit Italian and Greek restaurants

☀️ Go beachcombing

[kyber-collector]

[littlestarlost]

Ten Great Cover Songs That Aren't "Hurt" By Johnny Cash

I have a spotify playlist called "Total Coverage" and it's where I put the covers I collect. My parameters are strict but, I feel, fair: the song must be covered by a band that does its own material (so no covers-only bands), and they have to do something more interesting with the source material than slowing it down on piano and/or ukulele. There are over 100 songs on the list by now, and I do go back to add more when I find them, but apropos of nothing but my desire to procrastinate here are ten of my favourites, in no particular order, which are NOT the same old covers you see on every single covers list.

1: "Bittersweet Symphony" Originally by The Verve, covered by The Knocks and Foster the People

This track ended up on my most-listened to list of 2022, because it fucking rules. The original is fine, but there's something about how Foster the People elevates the vocals that just makes it catnip for my ears. It's great.

2: "Rosanna" Originally by Toto, covered by Weezer

I'll never forgive Weezer for what they did to "Africa", also by Toto. That cover sucks balls and I hate it. But equally as appalling is how great their cover of "Rosanna" is; they turned up the grit on the guitars and infuse it with edge and energy that the original simply lacks. Goddammit, Weezer.

3: "Jackie and Wilson" Originally by Hozier, covered by Jazz Morley

The golden rule of Hozier covers done by women is that you cannot, under any circumstances, change the pronouns of the song. Hozier writes about women like a lesbian, and either you respect that or you shouldn't cover his stuff. This version of "Jackie and Wilson" is gorgeous and lush, Jazz Morley's voice is great, and she sings it the way it should be sung: sapphically.

4: "Freedom" Originally by George Michael, covered by Christine and the Queens

As my friend Jill put it, somehow this is chill as hell and goes hard as fuck at the same time. Christine and the Queens needs to do more stuff like this; recontextualizing gender and sexuality is basically their bread and butter.

5: "Flagpole Sitta" Originally by Harvey Danger, covered by Elohim and AWOLNATION

This is the only reason I know the lyrics to this song and it's worth it. It's a very Lana Del Rey approach to the tune, with twinkling piano and sultry vocals, and it works incredibly well.

6: "Higher Love" Originally by Whitney Houston, covered by JR JR

Another one that I've listened to so much that it's crept into my regular rotation. Indie pop boys taking on the greatest voice of the generation might not sound very good, but as an OG hipster I can tell you that this is exactly the sort of bright poppy nonsense we ate the fuck up in 2012.

7: "I Think We're Alone Now" Originally by Tiffany, covered by Billie Joe Armstrong

I think Billie Joe always wanted to be a pop princess girlie, and now that Green Day is in the "whatever the fuck we want" phase of their career, he gets to do great covers like this one. Takes a somewhat dated classic and makes it sound absolutely timeless.

8: "Needle in the Hay" Originally by Elliott Smith, covered by Vanessa Carlton

As someone who had both an Elliott Smith and a Vanessa Carlton phase, this is just good synergy for me. But also, more women need to do covers of Elliott Smith. Let's get a trend going. He deserves to be reinterpreted that way.

9: "Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!" Originally by ABBA, covered by Zachary Staines

This man really took a disco classic and made it sound like the best Ed Sheeran song that Ed Sheeran could never do. Outstanding.

10: "I Love You Always Forever" Originally by Donna Lewis, covered by Betty Who

I can't believe Betty Who didn't originate this song. It's literally perfect for her. A+, no notes.

[ficklecat]

My OCs, aka Axel’s Brainpals

I have many hyperfixations, my friends. Some of them I even create myself, as a treat, that way there is truly no escape nor end to my suffering 😌

These three are OCs of mine that are very dear to my heart, who I have crafted lovingly and who are currently running amok in my google docs. I’ve dubbed them/their story “Epiphytes” for now. They are set in modern day (2010s) and are continuously evolving to become more unique and fleshed out as I write them. I hope you enjoy learning about them and please feel free to send me any questions if you’re interested in knowing more!!

Phineas “Finn” Morgan

Age: 25

Sexuality: Bisexual

Gender: Cisgender male

Birthday: February 25 (Pisces)

Appearance: about 5’ 10”, but looks taller due to his long limbs, swimmer’s build, white hair/skin and violet-red eyes due to albinism, androgynous features especially in face and hands, doesn’t wear glasses often but has them (prefers contacts), very poor vision, loppish wavy hair that can often be unruly/windswept looking

Personality: subdued but friendly, a little socially awkward at times but often endearing, tendency for skittishness which he can overcompensate for by being overly sincere, fiercely loyal and protective, a little codependent, fretful nature but is earnest in his attempt to trust people and remain calm, anxiety/PTSD which manifests in periodic insomnia that makes him forgetful/emotional, intelligent and bookish but worldly as well with a slight propensity for coming off as just a tiny bit pretentious, creative and romantic, “soul of a poet” kind of guy

Family: Patrick Alexander Morgan, father (deceased); Heather Morgan, mother (deceased); Kenton “Kenny” Daniels, foster brother

Occupation: teaching assistant, graduate student of classic & romantic literature

Fun facts: plays piano and can sing well but doesn’t, dislikes sweets but loves marshmallows/s’mores, functionally bilingual in Spanish and English, has 4 dogs all named after dogs from famous literature, favourite comfort show is We Bare Bears, favourite food is a BLT on sourdough bread, tea over coffee, loves romcoms and thunderstorms, favourite music is 80s rock/pop but will scream-sing Lana Del Rey and Hozier

Emmanuel José Domingo Alvarez (Manny Domingo)

Age: 25

Sexuality: Gay/Demi

Gender: Cisgender male

Birthday: June 30 (Cancer)

Appearance: athletic build, bulky and toned, around 5’ 8”, brown skin and eyes (Guatemalan), curly black hair which he keeps relatively short along with short facial hair (scruff), strong jawline and nose, large mouth and “smiling” eyes, sort of “hunky/dreamy” looking

Personality: extremely sweet and loving, happy-go-lucky, very emotionally insightful and empathetic, can be over protective and over enthusiastic at times, optimistic but not unrealistic, though sometimes can fall prey to toxic positivity (doesn’t like to dwell on negative emotion which can make him bottle things up), often assumes the role of mediator or peace keeper but does it more out of love than fear of conflict, animal lover, seems like the “dumb jock” but is very thoughtful, strong sense of equality, teacher’s pet vibes but genuinely because he likes school, charismatic and respectful, “will try anything once” kind of guy

Family: Santiago “Diego” Domingo, father; Mariana Alvarez, mother; 1 younger brother he doesn’t know

Occupation: physical trainer, graduate student of physical therapy

Fun facts: excellent dancer, sweet tooth/snacky in general, bilingual in Spanish and English, can get competitive especially during sports, loves board games for this reason, favourite comfort show is whatever anime he’s currently binging, black coffee, favourite food is anything his dad makes or Pad Thai, also loves romcoms, favourite music is 80s hits and 90s alt punk (big fan of Sublime and Green Day)

Violet Roberta Hughes

Age: 21

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Gender: Cisgender female

Birthday: November 2 (Scorpio)

Appearance: short (5 feet), very soft features all around, midsize/curvy, green eyes and LOTS of dark black-brown hair that is wavy/loosely curly naturally, “luscious” lips and demure/angelic facial features, doe-like eyes, higher cheekbones

Personality: dynamic and magnetic, she says what she means, but has a tendency to fall in love fast and then get hurt hard after, wants people to be better than they are, passionate and outspoken, sometimes too forgiving of people especially if she loves them, perfectionist at times with things she feels are important, takes herself seriously but doesn’t let it prevent her from finding joy in small things, determined when trying new things, open-minded and affectionate, a little dorky when she’s comfortable

Family: Nadine Hughes, mother; Robert Hughes, father; Patricia “Trisha” Long, step-mother

Occupation: undergraduate student, biology

Fun facts: LOVES dogs, enjoys arts and crafts and homemade gifts, really good cook but a better baker, went through a “goth phase” in high school but still loves the aesthetic, loves horror movies, favourite comfort show is American Horror Story (season one) or Breaking Bad, loves flavoured lattes and is definitely a Starbucks girly, favourite food is sushi/poke, favourite music is 00s alternative (FOB/Panic), also likes Mitski, Mother Mother, and modern folk/indie

Relationship

Finn & Manny grew up together and had an established, borderline codependent relationship before Violet was introduced. After many years and various iterations of their friendship and love, Finn & Manny decided on an open relationship, and about 2 years later, Finn met and fell very hard in love with Violet. At first, Violet was worried about engaging in non monogamy but now self-identifies as polyamorous. The three of them are essentially a “throuple” with no primary partnership. They each have a different type of bond with the other but overall they’re SO very much in love with each other. 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

I could scream more about them but I’ll chill for now 😜 Thanks for letting me blabber about these three I love them they are tiny babies I carry them in my pocket every day.

[west-coast-lana]

about meee

nickname : brook

sign : scorpio

eye color : green

hair type : brown, curly type 2b/2c

favorite color : dark green, brown, black, dark red

favorite song artists : arctic monkeys, the neighborhood, lana del rey, cas

favorite song : do me a favour - arctic monkeys

favorite movie : anything marvel related lmao maybe age of ultron ??

favorite food : pasta

favorite animal(s) : raccoons, foxes

dream job : designer

favorite book/series : ouabh

favorite season : autumn

favorite movie character/villain : loki

favorite smell : yeast, bread flour, strawberries

favorite number : 7, 17, 63

fun fact : I share a birthday with Ryan Gosling (my bae), Anne Hathaway, and that one dude from the Princess Bride that died from the poison 😭

I can’t think of any more questions so yeah 💀💀

[einsteinsugly]

The Kids' Music Tastes, In My Verse.

Adrian Forman: Loves Alien Ant Farm, Papa Roach, Daft Punk, and Linkin Park. The kids make fun of him for liking Coldplay, until "Viva La Vida" comes out and James likes it. Is introduced to old school jazz via the Fallout series, and definitely takes a liking to it.

Ashley Tate: Is a huge fan of The Cheetah Girls, Destiny's Child, B2K, Usher, Christina Milian, Ciara, and Ashanti as a tween/in her early teens. As an older teen, she loves Ne Yo, Rihanna, Jazmine Sullivan, and Chris Brown (until he shows his true colors). Is the biggest Beyonce stan you will ever meet.

Becca Hyde: Is the biggest Zeppelin fan out of the kids, and is also a big fan of Blondie, Heart, and Fleetwood Mac. Loves 90s grunge, like Nirvana, Soundgarden, and Smashing Pumpkins, and other 90s staples like No Doubt, Alanis Morissette, and Garbage. Loves "quirky" pop like Billie Eilish, Lorde, Marina and the Diamonds, Lana Del Rey, Lily Allen, and The Veronicas.

Betsy Kelso: Loves Pink Floyd, The Doors, and AC/DC. Was a big fan of New Kids on the Block as a kid. She still likes REM, the Barenaked Ladies, and Smash Mouth.

Hannah Kelso: Was a huge Backstreet Boys fan as a tween, and liked(s) One Direction as an adult. Is the devout Swiftie of the group, and loves country music, too.

James Hyde: A big fan of The Black Keys, Muse, Queens of the Stone Age, Eminem, Fort Minor, Gorillaz, Arctic Monkeys, Hozier, and The Killers. Gets Leah to like The 1975, and Leah gets him to like Franz Ferdinand. He has a soft spot for Mumford and Sons and Of Monsters and Men, but he can't get into The Lumineers and Bleachers (*stares at Leah*).

In terms of older stuff, he's a big fan of Zeppelin, The Stones, The Who, The Doors, The Eagles, Steely Dan, and the Allman Brothers Band. He has a soft spot for Elton John and James Taylor. Isn't a fan of the harder stuff, like Jethro Tull, the Ramones, and the Sex Pistols, amongst others.

Kate Forman: Has a mix of her mother's love for singer/songwriter stuff and her father's love for soft rock.

Old stuff: Simon and Garfunkel, Carole King, James Taylor, Fleetwood Mac, Joni Mitchell, Joan Baez, Bread, America, Elton John, Wings, and The Beatles.

Newer stuff: Adele, Lewis Capaldi, Alicia Keys, John Mayer, Five for Fighting, Coldplay, Sara Bareilles, Sheryl Crow, Jewel, Sixpence None The Richer, Norah Jones, Michelle Branch, KT Tunstall, Corinne Bailey Rae, and Vanessa Carlton. Has a soft spot for Natasha Bedingfield.

Leah Forman: Is a huge Parawhore. Also loves Panic at the Disco, Fall Out Boy, The Cab, Vampire Weekend, MGMT, The All American Rejects, Franz Ferdinand, and Blink 182. Loved Avril Lavigne and Pink, before they sold out, around 07/08. She has loved The Beatles, Aerosmith, Bon Jovi, Weezer, and Green Day since she was little. Also enjoys Muse and The Killers.

Later on, she's a fan of Neon Trees, Bleachers, The Lumineers, Of Monsters and Men, Two Door Cinema Club, Walk the Moon, and Mumford and Sons.

[swansong222]

Meal plan for the next 7 days! (19/01-26/01)

Cw:45.8kg

Breakfast: Either green tea or 100< (could be some Greek yogurt w/ honey, fruits or vegetables)

Lunch: Whatever mum’s made. Prioritise vegetables and protein, eat whole grain carbs and keep your portion small. (300-350cals)

Dinner: 150-200 cals (Could be a salad, sandwich with whole grain bread/tortilla or a boiled egg)

Of course I’ll exercise too!

-Ballet: 3-4 times a week (2 hours each)

-Contemporary dance (2 hours,once)

-15-30minutes of slow movement every day (Pilates or yoga)

I’ll let you know how that went (if I remember to weight myself haha)

Have a lovely day/night🤍

[postwarlevi]

Every day's a good day for self-shipping!!! 💜

Jean says he's bringing you to the farmer's market during the weekend!! What are you going to wear, what are you two going to buy, and how does the day end?

(In all honesty I have no concept about how farmer's markets work and if they open during autumn so. Hopefully I get this right XD)

- Rei <3 @levi-supreme

Rei! Hello! You guys know me so well LOL

Farmers Markets are very fun! As long as it's cool enough. I don't go in summer cause I don't do well in the heat. But I just went to my favorite one that opened recently for the season last weekend. It was nice weather.

Mine sells lots of fresh produce and plants, dried fruits and ready made foods like pizza, popcorn, waffles, ice cream, lots of things! There's bakers and cheese vendors, and other things like dried pasta and honey and specialty items like sauces or jams. AND homemade items like straw hats and artwork and jewelry, and dresses! I'm not sure Farmers Markets usually have all the extras but I imagine so!

Okay here we go! Something like this with a large brim sunhat!

We go when it opens and bring a few tote bags. We need to invest in a cart! We'll see who has what before we buy because sometimes multiple people are selling the same thing but the quality and price will be different!

We want to get the best produce so hit that first! From one vendor we get zucchini and tomatoes, apples and bananas, from other, pineapple and lemons, peppers and carrots. This is our normal gatherings! If the season is offering fresh strawberries he gets cartons (yes, many!) of them and we have to bring the produce to the car before continuing on haha. We gets greens, winter squash and other berries as well. We need a cart I said! We have a mini spat about all the strawberries but I let him have his way and honestly we'll get through most of them and freeze some.

Okay we're back from the car again, and this guy is ready to eat like he didn't just make us breakfast a little while ago. It's brunch so we take a few minutes to sit down with waffles, muffins and fruit water/smoothies. He gets strawberry, no surprise there, and I like nut milk smoothies.

We like sitting and talking under the shade of the umbrella and people watch. We keep talking about taking Murphy our pup since there's so many other dogs, but want to train him more before throwing him into the middle of all these people and their dogs, and want him trained more to stay with us. As of now he still is very excitable. But we'll bring him some fancy homemade treats home!

We generally stay together, or at least in the same area, maybe wandering to the stall next door if the other is taking their time.

We are bad about dried fruit and get pineapple and mango, and if we are splurging, pears and cherries. I don't know who is supposed to be keeping track of finances here but today it's neither of us apparently LOL.

We like fresh bread and agree to get one two loaves. One rye and one wheat. They smell delicious! Maybe a couple other small pastry items to take home. Who can pass up a pumpkin muffin or blueberry lemon bar!?

We look at things like homemade jams, it's easier to buy then to make so sometimes get them. Also honey and maple syrups. Sometimes we'll look at dairy but usually skip. If there's a good deal on eggs we'll get them.

We are all about the food but do look at other things. We'd like more plants but need something simple. While I get a basil plant he's buying me a sunflower and lilac bouquet :D We get a hanging plant as well for the kitchen window area.

And look, it's time to eat...again! This time we share a small woodfire pizza and get vegan ice cream as well! Though Jean eats meat which is cool with me, he is open to vegetarian or vegan options. He raves about the vanilla and says it's better than the dairy version. He's very considerate when he does have meat and has cut way down on it. He says it's better for him anyway.

Okay back to the market! We've been through the fresh food and ready to eat, and the plant area. Oh and didn't forget the dog treats for Murphy. So we look at the straw hats though we both have. Also the recycled totes which, again, we have. But we look just incase.

Neither of us wear much jewelry so skip it, but look at the handmade wooden cutting boards and coasters. We have so many kitchen things but these are so nice that we get a couple of bowls. We also think about coasters for gifts.

There's some stalls with dresses, handbags and sunglasses (this is where we split up haha). I get a dress and Jean gets another pair of sunglasses, neither of which we need haha. (A version of my dress :) )

Other stalls have soaps and candles which we look at but don't usually buy, same which more handcrafted items and artwork. Again, maybe as gifts. But there is a papercraft vendor who has things like bookmarks and greeting cards and wall prints, and also magnets and keychains. The stuff is so cute we usually get a few things. They do customization too so it's a great gift for most events!

So, now we have run out of money HAHA so, it's time to call it a day.

Here's a picture of one of our produce haul. Note this man already grabbed most the strawberries...

HAHA well that was more about the market then Jean and my relationship but, that's what we usually buy! Which maybe says something about us :)