#me looking for a place to nap at 3pm on a saturday

[adoringhaikyuu]

when you hang out with their best friend/teammate without them | 2

characters: suna, akaashi, tsukishima

request: can we get the when you hang out with their best friend/teammate without them for suna akaashi and tsuki?

warnings: nothing, just some kissing and a few possessive boys

notes: ahh my first request!! i’m happy that i wrote something that someone wanted more of haha <3

part one | part two

akaashi:

akaashi likes to have his shit together and he often overthinks things

which is why after concluding that if he finished all his work in one go he’d have more time to hangout with you, he decided to do exactly that

you offered to stay with him while he worked but he knew that you’d end up distracting him (not in a bad way or anything) and that he most likely wouldn’t finish his work on time

so you were temporarily banned from his place until he was done

but you were bored and pouty so you complained to bokuto, knowing he would understand your over-exaggerated reaction

he texted you immediately ‘whaaattt ?? i’m coming over right now!!!’

he showed up ten minutes later to your house, snacks in hand, ready to keep you company and playfully complain about your boyfriend and his best friend 

he insisted on sending him snaps of the two of you pouting at the camera, ‘how could you abandon this cute face, akaashi???’

his arm was wrapped around you and his face was smushed against yours but honestly he didn’t mean to make akaashi jealous, he was just being himself, completely playful and dramatic 

akaashi wasn’t planning on opening the messages since bokuto was always spamming him but when he took a five minute break, he opened them just in case they were important today 

when he saw his best friend practically cuddling you, his brows furrowed and a scowl made it’s way onto his face

since you and bokuto weren’t exactly expecting a response from akaashi, you went on to do other things, showing each other tik toks, and just chatting while you waited for him to finish up. 

it was about ten minutes later that you both heard the doorbell ring. you and bokuto both turned to each other, confused.

“did you order food?” you asked.

“no, i was gonna ask if you did? cause i’m starving––”

“well then who’s that...” you muttered to yourself as you got up to answer the door, bokuto cowering behind you, mumbling about if it was a murderer, phone in hand, ready to call the cops. you can imagine your surprise when you opened the door to find your boyfriend standing there, a scary serious look on his face. 

you blinked in shock, but before you could say anything, bokuto stepped in front of you. “hey hey hey! took you long enough buddy! i was keeping y/n company while you banned her from your house. how could you do that by the way––ow!”

your eyes widened as akaashi smacked bokuto’s head. “shut up bokuto. you can go now.”

bokuto pouted dramatically, “aw what?? we were about to order food,” he turned back to you. “right y/n?” 

suddenly the boy was yanked back and out of the house, a yelp jumping from his throat abruptly and akaashi was standing next to you. “you have food at your own house, why don’t you go there.” he shut the door without another word and turned to face you, ignoring the whining on the other side of the door. 

“what––what are you doing here?” you looked up at him, confused and slightly in awe as he placed his hands on your cheeks and tilted your head to look up at him, his thumbs rubbing your skin gently. 

“wanted to be with you.” he gave you a small smile but you responded with an adorable confused pout.

“but what about your work––”

“i’ll just do it tomorrow, it is saturday after all.” 

“hey when i said that you still insisted on working.” you pursed your lips and narrowed your eyes curiously. “was it because bokuto was here?” 

he looked away, “i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

you laughed. “you know you’re a terrible liar when it comes to me.” 

he slid his hands down to your arms and placed them around his neck before gripping your waist under your shirt. you gasped softly at the feeling of his fingertips against your skin and he smirked down at you. he leaned in until his lips were grazing yours. “again, i have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

before you could even think of a response, his hands were pulling you flush against him and his lips were on yours, taking your breath away. you moaned into the kiss and he groaned, his fingertips digging into your skin as he slid his tongue into your mouth expertly.

just as you got lost in his touch, you heard a small voice from outside. “so are you guys gonna let me back in?”

suna:

so suna is a lazy boy, we know that

and he likes to nap a lot

sometimes he’s just so tired that he forgets to text you before he naps

and today you’re supposed to hang out with him but around 3pm he stopped answering, so you knew he was taking his usual afternoon nap and if you went by his place, he wouldn’t be able to answer the door

so you decided to go out and get some snacks on the way to his house, planning to take your sweet time and let your boy rest

by coincidence, you ran into atsumu at the shop and he insisted on staying with you... and eating some of suna’s snacks 

it’s about a little while later that you make your way over to suna’s place, texting him to make sure he’s awake

when suna opened his door, the subtle smile dropped from his face when he realized you’re not alone. he raised a brow and looked over to his friend, “i don’t remember inviting you.” 

you pursed your lips, scolding your boyfriend’s bluntness. “suna–”

atsumu shrugged, a grin on his face. “i was keeping your girl company and thought i’d be a gentleman and walk her over here.” 

suna raked his eyes over atsumu lazily, clearly unamused. “yeah thanks. you can go now.” 

the blonde pouted dramatically. “oh what? come on, you’re not gonna invite me in?” he put his arm around you and gave you puppy dog eyes. “come on y/n, convince him for me?” 

you managed to turn for a split second to realize how close he had gotten to you before you were pulled out of his arms and into the warmth of the house. you blinked and suddenly you were under suna’s arm, facing a wide-eyed atsumu. 

next thing you know, the door was shutting in his face. you turned to suna and he simply shrugged and took the bag from your hands. “you brought snacks,” he smirked. “you’re the best.” he put it down on the table and tilted his head as he looked down at you curiously, trying to seem nonchalant, but his narrowed eyes gave him away. “why were you with him?” 

you tried to hide your smirk as you answered him. “went to get you some snacks while you were asleep and ran into him at the shop.”

his eyes reduced down to slits as he watched the playful look in your eyes. “why?” you smiled. “were you jealous?” 

he walked over to you slowly and slid his hand up to your neck, gripping it softly but firmly as he tilted your head up towards him. he made a show of trailing his eyes down from yours to your lips and keeping them there, making your breath hitch in anticipation. 

“less talking, more moaning.” he pressed his lips against yours possessively and had you melting and giving in immediately. whatever he wants, he gets. you knew that better than anyone.

tsukishima:

if you don’t believe that tsuki is a dry texter or that he would leave your ass on delivered for several days––i have some news for you

so let’s say it’s a saturday afternoon and while normally you hang out with tsuki basically every weekend, you also know that he was in a pissy mood earlier so you let him cool off

you text him after a little while, asking if you could come over in the middle of your usual tik tok spam and he opens the text, only to leave you on read (only seeing the tik toks, not the actual message)

you just brush it off, thinking he’s still in a mood and decide to find someone else to hangout with

that person just so happens to be tadashi

you two had gotten closer ever since you started dating tsuki so it wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to spend time together

it’s just that normally it would you, tadashi and tsuki

so you can imagine your boyfriend’s surprise when he opens snap to see you and his best friend smiling on your story

he frowns but tries not to let it get to him (spoiler, he fails)

when an hour has passed by and you still haven’t texted him or anything he gives in and messages you first, a blunt ‘when are you coming.’ 

you take that as a sign that he finally wants you to come over and since you and tadashi were ready to wrap things up, you make your way over to your boyfriend’s house

almost as soon as you knock on the door, it’s pulled open and you look up to see tsuki looking down at you, his brow raised. it’s silent for a few seconds and you tilt your head in confusion, why did he look annoyed?

before you could say anything he spoke up, “tadashi’s not with you anymore?”

you shook your head. “no––oh i’m sorry should i have invited him?”

he scoffed only confusing you further and without another word, he took your hand and pulled you into the house. still silent, he took your jacket for you and put your shoes away as well. you smiled up at him when he stood up straight and you could see the slight blush he was trying to hide.  

he walked ahead to sit on his couch and you followed, choosing to sit with a little space between the two of you, since he hadn’t seemed to cool off completely yet and you knew how much he valued personal space. little did you know, you were only making things worse. 

he stared at you, brows furrowed and you stared back, eyes curiously wide. “why are you all the way over there?” 

you smiled and got up to sit in his lap, feeling satisfied as he opened his arms up for you to get settled. you kissed his cheek and looked at him. “i know i saw you yesterday, but i missed you today, you know?” 

he rolled his eyes, “yeah sure.” 

“don’t roll your eyes at me,” you laughed. “you’re the one who didn’t wanna hang out with me.” 

he paused. “what are you talking about?”

“i asked you if i could come over and you left me on read.” you played with his hair mindlessly as you spoke. “but it’s okay, i know you get cranky sometimes.” you smiled fondly but he was serious as ever.

“i didn’t leave you on read?”

“yeah you did.” you tilted your head. “i thought you did it on purpose.” he frowned and you took your phone and scrolled through your conversation, before showing him the text you’d sent hours before. he read over the text and blinked a few times before looking away. he tightened his hold around you slightly. 

“i’m sorry... i didn’t see.” 

you put your hand on his cheek and made him look up at you. “aw baby is that why you’ve been so moody since i got here? you thought i didn’t wanna spend time with you?” 

he swallowed as he looked into your eyes, the vulnerability he was trying to hide in his gaze telling you everything you needed to know. “tsuki, you know i always wanna be with you.” you smiled and pressed your lips against his for a gentle kiss which he clearly appreciated. his hand gripped your thigh firmly as his other arm pulled you closer to him to prolong the kiss. 

when you pulled away, he looked up at you. “do you think...you could stay over tonight?”

he tried to keep a nonchalant and unbothered exterior but once you agreed and gave him that precious smile, he couldn’t stop the small smile that spread on his face, even if he tried. 

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[boymeetsweevil]

SS6 - MYG, FLUFF, 2900w

For @bangtancentricsblogsmain​ because i wanted her to suffer :)

At 3pm, on a Thursday, there’s a knock on Yoongi’s bedroom door. He had come through that very same door not an hour earlier to lock himself away from the world after a particularly draining day. After dropping his bag somewhere on the ground, he showered, removed his contacts, and pushed the laundry waiting to be folded over to the other half of his bed in record time.

Normally he would have joined his roommate and their mutual friend circle who were seated on the couch in the communal living room, eating snacks and watching a game. But this time he begged out with a quiet mumble about needing rest.

When Hoseok knocks, Yoongi makes a feeble sound to signal he’s still, unfortunately, awake.

“What,” Yoongi grumbles. 

He attempts to sit up on one pale elbow and then decides against it. Hoseok’s lips twitch up at how cranky Yoongi is pre-nap before sinking back down as his expression darkens into a pitying and somber mix.

“She’s here. And, uh, she’s asking for you.” Hoseok’s eyes dart back to some unseen spot in the living room.

“Tell her I’m asleep.”

“I know you’re not asleep, Yoongi!” Your voice rings from outside the bedroom and Hoseok cringes sympathetically.

“I’ll just leave,” Hoseok says when you shove your torso through the crack in the doorway.

You wait to start speaking until the bedroom door is shut and the noises from the TV outside wash away.

“Why haven’t you been answering my texts?”

“Sorry, I’ve been busy,” is all you get.

The backpack you carry drops unceremoniously to the ground with a thud and any dregs of sleep cloying to Yoongi’s brain vanish with the sound. It’s with a valiant effort that he shoves his face deeper into his pillow. You cock your head to look at your best friend and snort at him.

Yoongi’s glasses are skewed across his face. There are thin pink lines marring the left side of his face from lying pressed to the wrinkled sheets with glasses on. The platinum blond waves of his hair, normally coiffed styled, are squashed flat against his forehead. Rarely ever does he look this rumpled and it’s hilarious.

“That’s okay, I’ll just tell you what I wrote in the texts,” you say as you make your way further into Yoongi’s small room. 

A look down at your feet shows him that you’ve shoved your feet into the pair of bunny slippers he got for guests you when he and Hoseok first moved in almost a year ago.

“Basically,” you continue. “There’s good news and there’s bad news. Pick one.” You help yourself to his desk chair and swivel it so it faces him.

“Bad news first,” Yoongi says after some deliberation. He pulls the covers up to his chin more securely.

“Smart choice,” you nod sagely. “The bad news is I’m gonna have to paint your face.”

“What the hell,” Yoongi barks.

“But the good news is that I have a new job as a face painter at the kids’ section of the farmer’s market this season!”

“How is that good news for me?”

“It means I’ll be slightly less broke and I can stop asking you to buy me breakfast before our 9am.”

Yoongi doesn’t really know whether to laugh or to cry. Firstly, there’s no way in hell he’s letting you paint his face. You’ve always been shit at drawing and letting you showcase that on his skin doesn’t do him any favors. Secondly, he’s in his twenties and he doesn’t even go to the farmer’s market. There’s no reason for him to set foot on the town commons during sunny Saturdays for local produce, much less to get his face painted next to a pen full of smelly goats and screaming kids. He’s just not seeing the connection between you getting this job and him getting his face painted. He stares at you with the hope that you’ll back off but he finds that you’re just blinking back at him with a huge, proud pretty grin.

For a moment Yoongi wants to smile back like things are normal. He wants to put on a groan and act like he’s annoyed that he’s been “forced” to order you sugary coffee drinks and muffins using his own money for longer than he can remember. He wants to gently muss your hair to see you make that cute shocked face you always make. But he can’t. 

Because if he does all that, he might slip up again like he did last weekend. 

At 10:24pm, Friday of last week, Yoongi told you he loved you while one small bottle of liquid courage was sloshing away in his stomach. After seconds of silence ticked by like the bangs of a gong, you replied. A sing-songy ‘Aww. I love you too, Yoongi’ and a light pat on the arm. Your words were basically the mirror image of his, but somehow also starkly different. Disappointment walked him home early that night and embarrassment laid him low the following week.

But it was just a week, he’d reasoned with himself, you’d hardly notice anyway...

“Yoongi? You okay?”

“No,” he hisses and shakes his head gently to dislodge memories of that pathetic weekend.

“Are you sure?”

“Why do you need to paint my face?”

“For practice! The market doesn’t open for another month but I need to get good. Jungkook said that if I do it really well the parents will leave bigger tips.”

“So Jungkook is behind all this.”

“Yeah,” you chirp. “He’s been really helpful in the last week. Usually I’d vent to you about how broke I am but since you were so busy, I ended up hanging out with Kook. He’s honestly really resourceful and he got me the job really fast.”

The hairs on the back of Yoongi’s neck bristle at the mention of the younger “peer”. Jungkook was a constant presence at group hangouts for a long while but Yoongi could only ever think of him as a friend of a friend. There was something smarmy about the guy’s smile that he didn’t like. And the way he was always draping himself over you, teasing you, buying you food that was all his job. He can’t put his finger on what it is exactly, but something about Jungkook always put Yoongi in a shit mood.

Yoongi curses under his breath. “Why couldn’t he get you a job at the cotton candy station or managing the photo booth or something?”

“What’s up with you lately? Do you really hate the idea of helping me that much?”

“It’s just annoying,” Yoongi huffs childishly from under the blanket.

“Fine, I’ll just ask Jungkook, then.”

“No! Wait!” Your eyes flash with hope. “I’ll do it. Just—don’t bother him. Since he already gave you the job, I mean.”

“Oh, thank god. I felt really bad about asking him for even more help.”

You turn around and pull out a face painting kit from thin air and begin scooting the desk chair towards the bed. When you’re close enough, you frown.

“What?” Yoongi sniffs at his sheets for good measure. All clean.

“Nothing. It’s just...” You look down at the ground and then the chair and then at Yoongi before looking at the chair again. “I usually practice on shorter surfaces so I can get used to working with the kids.”

“Oh, just pull the little lever underneath the chair. Raising and lowering the chair is Hoseok’s favorite thing to do when he comes in here, I swear.”

You reach under the seat like Yoongi instructed, find the little lever, and tug. There’s a low hissing sound before the seat suddenly drops 5 inches. You let out a yelp while Yoongi tries to stifle a laugh at your terrified expression.

“I guess—I guess Hoseok pulled the lever too much,” Yoongi’s voice creaks with laughter. Even when you flick him in the forehead he keeps laughing.

“Yoongi, this isn’t funny. I need to practice.”

“Just so you know there’s no way I’m getting on the floor. I’ve changed my clothes and I’m actually in the bed.”

He knows he’s being a bit of a dick at the moment, but he’s only trying to rile you up. He’s not expecting you to start to get up on the bed after flipping him off. The laundry he placed on his bed that morning to force himself to fold now laughs at him from its position shoved against the wall.

“W-what are you doing?”

“I need to be higher than you to paint your face. And you’re not getting up, right?”

“Well, no. But—”

“So this is where I’m gonna work.”

You shrug like it’s not a big deal that you’re straddling him. Like it’s not a big fucking deal that your soft thighs now rest on either side of his torso, that you casually rest a hand on his ribcage while setting up the painting kit along his sternum. He hopes your hand stays further south only to prevent the rapid beating of his heart from being discovered under your palm.

“What design do you want,” your voice is quiet now that you’re closer. 

Makes sense. No need to yell. But it still drives Yoongi crazy that you’re basically whispering in his ear as you lean over him to grab at the unused cup of water behind the bed frame. You revive your paints with the water while he tries to keep his breathing in check, lest he cause your paints to tumble off his torso and stain his sheets in a pastel rainbow.

“Uhh, how about an old style tiger?”

“Really,” you deadpan, “I tell you I’m just starting to learn to paint and you ask for a tiger?”

“Fine. Stars, then.” He gulps when you look right at him, face flushing to create the perfect pink canvas.

“Oh, I can do that. No reference needed.”

It seems deadly quiet in Yoongi’s room. The sounds of the living room long since died down when a crowd favorite started playing and captured everyone’s attention. Now there’s only yours and his intermingled breathing and the sound of your brush tinkling against glass.

You lean down from your perch to focus on carving out a swatch of night sky to blanket Yoongi’s stars. Your breath softly puffs low against his left cheek at the same moment the wet tip of the paintbrush hits his skin. His breath hitches a little and he’s not sure which is the culprit.

“Hold still, okay?” Your words come out in a whisper. 

“Okay,” he whispers back.

Minutes pass and two shaky stars are born on Yoongi’s cheekbone. You shift around on his chest to stabilize yourself and in your movement you lose your footing a little, your right leg slipping off the edge of the mattress.

“Ah—”

“I got you,” Yoongi grunts a little as his hands fly to your hips.

He easily stops your momentum and your paints, clutched desperately in your hands, remain safe from the ground. The pads of his fingers are still dug lightly into the meat of your hips and waist. In that moment you remember just how big Yoongi’s hands are.

“T-thanks.”

“No problem.” 

A slow grin spreads on Yoongi’s face when he notices that suddenly you can’t make eye contact like you were just a few moments prior.

You do your best to continue, but your gaze keeps flitting to his, only to find that he’s already looking at you. It sets something hot aflutter in your chest. The points of the stars that you thought you had a handle on turn soft and wobbly once more. 

“Look up,” you ask when you’re out of other options and keep having to paint over your work.

Yoongi has to bite his tongue to keep from chuckling at how jittery you seem. It feels good to know that the effects of this proximity are mutual, that you’re feeling just as lightheaded from sitting in his lap as he is from having you sit in it.

“You almost done?” He drawls. He’s been counting the small irregularities in the paint on his ceiling to keep entertained.

“Uh, yeah, almost.”

He feels the cold kiss of the brush tip once, twice more before it returns to its makeshift home of the water glass with a clink.

“Do you...wanna see what it looks like,” you sit up then. 

There’s a small hand mirror across the room that you’re eyeing. But he stops you with a squeeze to your hips, reminding you that his hands have been resting there this whole time.

“Just use my phone,” he nods to the device lying abandoned in the sheets. “Take a picture.”

“Okay.”

For some reason, your hands are shaking even with the paintbrush gone and the need for focus lifted. Mechanically you wake Yoongi’s phone from sleep and access the camera app to take a photo, shifting your weight to your knees to get above him and snap a pic. Curiosity makes you open the photo album app to see the photo you just took instead of showing it to him first. The result takes your breath away. 

Yoongi looks blissfully content, almost smugly so, as he gazes up at the camera. The stars under his eyes and on the bridge of his nose look like glowing yellow freckles amidst the banner of deep navy and rich purples you used to craft the sky across his cheekbones. The paint looks good and it’s probably even your best job yet, but you can’t help yourself from looking elsewhere.

Yoongi’s tousled bed head, soft sleep shirt, and dreamy eyes bring a cloud of butterflies to your stomach. The final killer touch of the photo is the fact that your knees just barely enter the bottom of the photo. Yoongi’s hands rest on each one like they belong there.

“Yoongi.” You breathe his name like a sigh and that’s when he surges up, as if to catch his name on your lips.

The kiss takes you by surprise and you tumble down to him in a soft pile of limbs. He hums a long, pleased sound when your weight settles on top of him. The hands he had on your knees suddenly grow restless and they amble up your thighs, up your waist, around your back. His hands are ever busy gliding over as much of you as they can in the moments that you let your lips press firmly against his.

Idly you pick out the details you notice with your eyes drifting closed. Yoongi’s breath leaves his nose in puffs against your face and his sighs echo quiet in your ears. His hair is soft between your fingers and so is the collar of the worn shirt that he’s wearing. The sheets that have raised around you like makeshift linen mountains smell just like Yoongi’s sweet soap, warmed with sleep.

“Shouldn’t we—”, he plants a kiss on your mouth, “shouldn’t we talk about this,” you mumble against his lips.

Yoongi’s hands stop in their tracks along the midpoint of your spine. The sigh he lets out is long suffering.

“Sorry. I just—I got carried away.”

“I mean, you don’t have to apologize for it. I just...thought you saw me as a friend.”

“Do friends confess their love for each other? That’s new.”

“L-love?” Your eyes turn wide and starry. “When have either of us ever confessed our love?”

“Well, I did. At the bar. Or did you have to block that memory out?”

Your brow furrows at the self-deprecating turn his smile takes and you clasp one of his still-wandering hands.

“You mean—Yoongi, I thought you were just being mushy. I thought you meant, like, ‘I love that we’re all here together as friends right now’. If I had known that was a real confession,” you trail off.

“You what?” 

Yoongi’s mood elevates once more, enjoying the sudden turn your rambling is taking. Teasingly he bucks his hips under you, startling you out of your bashful silence and forcing you to press two hands to his chest for balance. A cute little sound leaves your lips and he’s tempted to do it again.

“You were saying,” he grins up at you and his hands start to wander once again.

“I would have—”

“Baby, speak up.” He’s all coos but there’s a little venom in his voice. He likes how embarrassed you are.

“I would have left with you that night. If I had known.”

His shirt wrinkles up where your fingers twist anxiously. Normally you trample through Yoongi’s space, no shame or hesitation in the way you leave him on his toes. It had always been a fun game for you to see how close you could get before he’d have to draw a line, before his besotted smile would become too hard to hide. But now you’re not so sure you can handle it directed at you in all its glory.

“That’s a nice idea,” he says. 

In one moment he looks like he’s really weighing the idea, serious in his appraisal. The next moment he’s tugging you down when you least expect it, bringing a corner of the blanket to envelope you both. Under the cover of weak darkness, he threads a hand through the hair at the base of your neck. 

“Why don’t you tell me about it?”

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[leafs-lover]

I wish you were here

A/N: This was requested. I thought about making this a fluff piece, but had a change of heart and re-wrote half of it. I just have a thing for Freddie, and not going to apologize for it ;)

Also I am really bad at coming up with titles

Summary: After a stressful couple of weeks apart Fred surprises you.

Warnings: Smut, swearing, NSFW

“Hey babe” you mumble into the phone. You look to your clock on your bedside table 4:17 is illuminated on the screen.

“Hey how’s it going?” he asks as you rub your eyes open.

“Good, just lying in bed” you say yawning.

“You sound tired” he says through the phone.

“Yeah most people are at 4am” you joke.

“Oh shoot. I’m sorry babe I didn’t even realize. Why did you answer?”

“We have been pretty busy, haven’t had much time to chat” you explain.

Fred returned to Denmark almost 8 weeks ago and you weren’t able to go with him due to the pandemic. You don’t have enough vacation days left; you would only have a couple days in Denmark.

You had only started dating in January, and when the NHL paused in March Fred tried to return to Denmark but the borders had closed prior to the pause. When Auston offered for Fred to quarantine in Arizona, Fred asked your thoughts on it.

If he stayed you would have to quarantine together otherwise you wouldn’t get to see him at all. That would have meant after only being together for 7 weeks you would temporarily move into his condo, and spend every second together for who knew how long. Neither of you really wanted to do that, it would be a lot of pressure on a new relationship so he opted to go to Arizona.

You hadn’t talked about labels, and didn’t know what to expect. While he was gone Fred would facetime with you once or twice a week, and you exchanged texts almost daily. He constantly complained about Auston’s terrible taste in TV shows, you complained about your roommate’s terrible attempt at baking.

You didn’t anticipate being in contact with Fred that much, but he always carved time to talk with you, he even sent you flowers a couple times and ordered you dinner from your favourite restaurant. Neither of you thought it would be almost 3 months before Fred would return to Canada.

But when he finally did, you were the first person he saw. You had just over 3 weeks together before he had to enter the bubble, and you spent much of that time together. It was so nice to have Fred back, cuddled up on the couch relaxing with him. When you finally saw him you melted into his touch, and your relationship felt like it had been catapulted forward instead of back even with the time apart.

When he went into the bubble, you didn’t expect to see him again until September, you wanted to see him but you hoped it would be three months, but it ended up being less than three weeks. He carried so much of the strain of that loss on himself, and you tried to tell him it was a team effort. The weight isn’t his alone, but the media and a lot of the fans had a different opinion. Everyone was calling for him to be traded, if the disappointing end to the season wasn’t enough that didn’t help.

He spent a couple weeks back in Toronto, but you could tell he was defeated and needed to get out. He needed to get away from the media, the rumours and spend time relaxing with his family. Fred tried to fight you on it, he wanted to stay and spend time with you. Obviously you did too, but you knew he needed this.

When he left the NHL had hoped on a December start to the season, meaning Fred would be coming back in October or early November. But as the date for the season got pushed so did his return date. You had some late nights at work, and with the time change it made it hard to talk all the time, so when you had the opportunity you took it. Leading you to this 4am phone call on a Saturday morning.

“Go back to bed skat, we can talk later” Fred says into the phone.

“No Freddie, we barely talked this week. Now that I have you on the phone I don’t want to hang up” you whine causing Fred to laugh.

“Okay, but if you get too tired Kære let me know. I don’t have any plans today so we can talk later.”

”I’m just going to make some coffee” you say getting out of bed and heading to your kitchen. ”I only planned on getting some groceries later so I can take a nap later if i want.” You start scooping the beans into the coffee maker, opting for a large pot due to the time.

”Wish I was there for your nap” Fred says to you.

”Mmm same. You are perfect for napping with” you respond.

”Oh yeah, why’s that?”

”Because you are perfect for cuddling with. I just fit perfectly in your arms, and you are like a pillow and a blanket in one.”

Fred laughs into the phone “you just use me for my body eh?”

“Well can you blame me?” you joke walking back to your bed with your mug in hand. “No I don’t actually, I mean it’s definitely nice –“

“Nice? My body is nice? That’s what you use to describe a haircut” he jokes.

“Obviously it’s much better than nice. I just meant it’s nice that you have that body, but I wouldn’t care if you didn’t. That’s not why I’m with you though.”

“Obviously not if you just think it’s nice” he mumbles jokingly. “How was your week?”

“It was so long, I had to stay late almost every night, and there was 3 nights I didn’t leave until after 9. My boss actually wanted me to work today but I had to say no. I felt like I was getting sick from lack of sleep, so it’s nice to have the weekend off.”

“You work so hard you deserve the time off” he says to you.

“Yeah, I have a couple vacation days left, maybe I’ll take a long weekend or something.”

“Yeah you should do that, don’t want to get run down working so much” Fred replies.

“But what would I do? I wouldn’t have enough days to fly to another province. And parts of Ontario are shutting down” you explain.

“Have a staycation, I’m sure a couple days doing nothing would be nice” he replies.

“Yeah I guess” you say.

“So how are my plants doing, kill them yet?”

“Nope, they are still alive, but I should get over there today to water them” you respond.

“When you say alive, do you mean alive and thriving or clinging to life?”

“Uhh, somewhere in the middle” you say causing Fred to laugh.

You continue to talk for another hour; you curl up in your bed wrapped tightly under your duvet. You can feel your eyes getting heavy, but you try to stay awake to talk to him. You are unsuccessful and end up dozing off.

When you return to work on Monday you talked to your boss who approved for you to take Friday and Monday off work, giving you a four day weekend. You are excited for your days off, but you have to get to end of day Thursday. Your week is filled with multiple zoom calls and long days, you are actually surprised your boss is okay with you taking time off.

When Wednesday comes you are completely drained. You had multiple meetings, angry clients and have to finish a project before you take off for the weekend. You were so busy you didn’t even notice you hadn’t had lunch until it was almost 3.

It’s almost 9pm when you walk through your door with some papers and dinner in hand when you hear your phone ring. Your apartment is dark and empty, your roommate away at her parents. You drop everything on your table, answering your phone as you head to your room to change.

“Hello?” you say not even looking at the caller-id, turning on your bedside lamp.

“Hi min kære, how are you?”

“Hey Freddie” you put him on speaker phone to change out of your work clothes. “I’m good, got home not too long ago.”

“Another late day eh?” he asks.

“Yeah I was trying to get my project done before my holidays tomorrow” you explain.

“Finish it?” he asks as you move to the kitchen to start eating dinner.

“Almost, should only take a couple hours tomorrow.” You look to your stove and see the time 9:09 illuminated on the screen. “Fred why are you calling so late; it’s like 3am there.”

“We haven’t talked since the weekend, and you haven’t sent many texts the past couple days” he says lightly.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I’ve just been so busy with work. I’ve been having late days and have basically gone straight to bed. I also didn’t want to call you so late, I know you had a golfing trip one day” you begin to explain.

“Oh I know babe, you don’t have to explain. I just thought you could use a pick me up” Fred says to you.

“Honestly I would love one. My week has been brutal and it’s only Wednesday. Can’t wait for tomorrow” you say sitting at your table. You didn’t realize how stressed you had been until you sat down and thought about the week. The angry clients and long hours have really taken a toll on you. Stopping to think about things brings a lump to your throat, as you feel your eyes begin to well up.

“(Y/N) you there?” you hear through the phone. You zoned out trying to not cry, you thought you could wait until you got off the phone with Fred to break down. You were wrong, and now you are trying to stifle your tears so Fred doesn’t hear you, but are unsuccessful.

“Skat, what’s wrong?” he asks hearing your quiet sobs through the phone.

“I don’t know” you cry into the phone. “I don’t think I realized how stressed I am, and tired. Just everything. It’s a lot.”

You move to your bed and crawl under your duvet, wrapping yourself tightly into a cocoon. Fred stays on the other end; he doesn’t say anything for a while, letting you cry in silence. After a couple minutes your eyes begin to get heavy, as your sobs have stopped.

“I wish you were here” you say lightly.

“Me too kære” he says. He stays on the line while you lay in bed, not hanging up until he hears your soft breaths through the phone.        

“You should go” your boss says poking her head in your office at 3pm. “Start your weekend a couple hours earlier” she says smiling at you.

“You sure? I don’t want –“

“(Y/N) this place won’t fall apart without you, enjoy your time off.” With that your boss walks away, you shut down your computer and grab your jacket. You reach to grab your phone and see the blinking light. You unlock it to a text from Freddie.

F: Don’t forget to water my plants

Y/N: I watered them Monday…

F: That’s 3 days, you trying to kill them? ;)

You laugh at his message. Instead of responding you decide to go to his condo and send him a picture of you watering his plants. You jump in your car and head to his place. You park in the underground lot and make your way to the elevator. You walk down his hall and unlock his door when you hear music playing in the kitchen.

You don’t remember even listening to music when you were last here. Did someone break in? But who breaks in and plays music? You set your bag down and look around not noticing that anything missing or broken.  You walk through the living room and hear clattering in the kitchen and panic sets in someone is in here.

If you weren’t so panicked you would have noticed the bag in the living room, and the pair of shoes by the front door. You hear footsteps in the kitchen and turn around to run and hide when you feel hands on your hips.

They spin you around and pull you in tight to their chest and wrap their arms around your back. You go to push yourself off the person when you smell the familiar cologne.

“You’re off early” he mumbles kissing your head.

“Fred?” you whisper in disbelief, looking up at the person in front of you.

Your eyes meet his golden brown eyes, and red hair. You bring your hands up and stroke his beard “what are you doing here?”

Instead of answering you he smiles and kisses you. Your hand tangles into his hair when he pulls back slightly “I missed you” he mumbles against your lips.

“I missed you too” you say smiling. Without warning you jump, Fred catches you and carries you into the kitchen setting you on the counter.

“Can’t believe you’re here” you say pulling him to you for a kiss.

“I know, I didn’t know when I was going to come back but after last night I knew I had to come see you. Hearing you cry broke my heart, but the worst part was not being able to do anything about it.” He brushes a piece of your hair behind you ear “I booked a flight right after you fell asleep.”

He leans in to place a soft kiss on your lips, you snake your hands into his hair, stroking his beard on the way. You pull him closer, locking him in for a passionate kiss. You don’t want to ever be apart from him again, and you groan slightly when Fred pulls away from you.

“I wasn’t expecting you for a little bit longer. I wanted to have dinner ready when you got here to try and salvage the life from my plants” Fred jokes looking over at his wilting plant on his table.

You laugh “yeah sorry about that. I was doing a good job at it, then work got crazy and I didn’t get over here as often as I’d like” you explain to him.

Fred kisses your neck “its fine, I didn’t expect them to be alive” he mumbles.

“Rude” you say turning your neck to allow him more access as he peppers kisses. Fred laughs before walking away from you. He walks over to the cupboard and pulls out two wine glasses and pours you each a glass.

He walks back and hands you a glass, he puts his other hand beside you on the counter.

“When did you get in?” you ask.

“About 2 hours ago” he replies kissing your cheek. “8 weeks is too long to be away from you.” You take a sip from your wine and turn your neck to allow him more access.

Fred runs a hand up your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. “We’ve gone longer than that Fred” you whisper.

“Yeah because the border was closed” he whispers kissing your collarbone.

“Wait it’s still closed, how did you get in?” you ask pulling away to look at him.

“I have a Visa to play on the Leafs, it allowed me back in. Should have come back sooner” he mumbles kissing down your neck again. His hands lift your legs; he places his hands under them pulling you closer to him.

“Why didn’t you?” you ask running your hand up and down his biceps as Fred sucks on your neck.

“I’m a stupid man” he mumbles his hands stroking up and down your thighs, nipping on your neck. You moan lightly, placing your wine glass on the counter. Fred moves his hands to the back of your thigh and hoists you up. You wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you down the hall to his bedroom.

He kicks his bedroom door open and reaches to the wall to turn on the light. He gently places you on the bed, his mouth attaches to yours as he hovers over top of you. Your hands gently rake through his beard, as his tongue swirls in your mouth. His hand slides up your shirt gently, his thumb pressing circles onto the skin of your stomach.

Fred grabs the hem of your shirt and pulls it over your head; he sits up on his knees and removes your pants from you leaving you in your underwear.

“This is nice” Fred says taking in your matching red set, his finger lightly grazes the fabric.

“It’s new” you respond “thought of you when I bought it.”

Fred grins, stroking a finger over your clothed core. He quirks an eyebrow at you when he feels the wetness that has accumulated “it’s been a while” you say smiling at him.

“Let me fix that” he says pulling your underwear down your legs. He lies on his stomach, hooking your legs over his shoulders. He stares into your glistening pussy for a minute; his beard rubs against your thighs his breath makes you quiver.

He finally attaches his tongue to you, licking up your juices. You moan at the contact, his tongue is still dancing outside your folds. He groans at the taste of you, before he pushes his tongue inside you. You throw your head back into the pillow as his tongue slips inside your walls.

He brings his hand up to your clit and begins to press circles into it, as his tongue slowly licks the inside of your walls. Your hands slide down to his shoulder and you squeeze them firmly as he keeps fucking his tongue in and out of you.

“Freddie” you moan as his tongue continues to press deep inside you.

You grip his shoulder and attempt to pull him up to you. You feel Fred chuckle against you, but he doesn’t stop, pressing his thumb harder into your clit.

“Babe” you groan pulling harder on his shirt “I need you.”

Fred pulls back slightly staring at you with eyes dark from lust “you have me smuk” he chuckles. He attaches his lips to your clit and sucks on it, a fuck falls from your lips. Your legs begin to squirm slightly at the feeling.

“Fred…Fred…Fuck…I” you can’t form a coherent thought as he slips two fingers inside you, sucking on your sensitive bud.

His fingers begin to pump in and out of you as he pulls his mouth from you and begins sucking on your hip. He alternates between sucking and biting on your hip. Your hip arches off the bed as he continues to pump his fingers inside you.

“This what you want babe” he asks bringing his other hand to your bra, massaging your breast.

You bring a hand down to his wrist and clamp it. He stops moving his wrist and looks into your eyes.

“I need you Fred, I can’t wait” you say panting. Fred grins and slips his fingers out of you, and quickly pulls his shirt over his head. You reach up and grip his neck pulling him down to you. You lock lips with him, your hand slides up and down his firm bicep. Fred slides a hand under your back and unclasps your bra, freeing your breasts.

His firm shirtless body is pressed against you; you can feel his erection straining through the fabric of his clothes. You palm over his pants lightly before sliding your hand around to his back. His mouth leaves you and slides down to your breast and begins sucking on it, he brings a hand up and starts rolling your other nipple through his fingers, pinching it slightly. Your hands slide down his back and reach his sweat pants; you begin to push them down his large thighs.

Fred pulls away and pushes his pants and boxers down his legs and onto the floor. He falls on top of you and returns his mouth to yours; you roll and push him onto his back. You straddle him and begin grinding against his hard cock, desperate to have him inside you.

You hear Fred mumble in Danish as you continue to rock your hips against him. You fall forward kissing Fred, his hand tangles into your hair locking you in a passionate kiss. You reach over to the side table and pull a condom out.

You pull back and tear the foil, sliding it onto his hard member. You give him a few strokes before you rise up and line him up with your entrance. Fred brings his hands to your hips; you slowly start to drop down on him.

“Fuck” you mumble at the feeling of Fred inside of you, your hand goes onto his abs and you brace yourself. Fred is longer than any man you have been with, you had started to get used to his size but then he left to go to Denmark. You know Fred will hit areas nobody has ever hit before, but you just need to adjust.

“You okay smuk?” Fred asks looking up at you.

You keep dropping yourself down on him “yeah” you whine “just been a bit.”

He chuckles pulling your head down to his. You moan at the change of angle before Fred kisses you lightly.

“Don’t worry, take your time. I’m going to get you used to it soon” he smirks kissing you.

You haven’t taken all of him but you rise up and drop down on him. You moan into the kiss, Fred’s hand holding you to him, his other hand rests on your hip. You pull away from the kiss, Fred sucks on your bottom lip as you rise up and drop back down. Fred bottoms out in you, your ass hits against his thighs as you thrust on him.

“Ahh” you moan feeling him hit the deep spot inside you. Fred is still under you allowing you time to set the pace and get comfortable with him. You continue slowly thrusting on him, pushing yourself up. Your hand returns to his abs as you increase the pace.

Fred snaps his hips and pushes in you, as you drop onto him. His hands are on your hip, gripping you tightly as he helps guide you, keeping the slow pace. Your head falls back as you thrust on him; Fred slowly increases the pace under you.

You push into his stomach as your pace increases, rocking your hips against him. You bounce on top of Fred, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease. He brings a hand up to your breast, cupping it as you ride him. He rolls your nipple through his fingers, as your nails dig into his firm stomach muscles. Your hand slides down his treasure line, pressing hard into his groin as you feel your high approaching.

“You gonna cum baby?” Fred asks noticing you are chasing your high. He squeezes your breast hard, pinching your nipple in the process. You hum in response unable to form words. Fred releases your breast and slides his hand down to your clit to press circles into it.

“Yeah, cum on me baby. I want to feel you, feel you’re cum drip down me” he says pressing harder into your sensitive bud. His hips snap and the pace is fast, you are a mess on top of him. Sweat is dripping down Fred’s stomach; you can feel it under your hand.

“Fuck Fred” you scream out, your orgasm is close. With every thrust Fred his your g-spot, your skin flapping has filled the room, followed by occasional curse words. You notice Fred becoming erratic under you as you continue bouncing on him.

Your orgasm crashes over you, the most intense one you have had in a while. You clench around him, your walls tighten, and you feel it in your stomach. Your eyes roll back into your head as Fred continues to thrust inside of you. Your juices dripping down his cock.

He strains to keep going, allowing you to finish your orgasm. As you finally come around you feel Fred still under you. You collapse onto his chest, his arms wrap around you. You lie on him, both your breaths slowly return to normal.

A couple minutes later Fred rolls to be on top of you, he kisses you briefly before heading to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He pulls on his boxers and throws a t-shirt to you. You smile and pull it over your head; Fred climbs into bed and pulls you into his arms.

“I was going to make you dinner, but I think I’m too tired now” Fred jokes, stroking up and down your arm. “You okay with ordering in?”

You look up and into his golden brown eyes “sounds perfect” you respond. Fred leans down and kisses you, wrapping you tightly into his arms.

“So you should spend your long weekend here with me” Fred mumbles against your lips.

You smile and stroke his beard “I don’t plan on leaving; I want to spend as much time with you as possible. When are you heading back to Denmark?” you ask lightly, not really wanting to know the answer.

“I’m not” Fred replies. You look directly into his eyes “not unless you come with me” he says lightly kissing you again.   

#Freddie Andersen #fred andersen #frederik andersen fic #frederik andersen smut #freddie andersen smut #freddie andersen fic #fred andersen smut #Fred Andersen Fic #toronto maple leafs #Frederik Andersen #toronto maple leafs fic #toronto maple leafs smut #nhl fic #nhl snut #carolina hurricanes

[theivfdiaries]

1dpt

I’m much less fixated on the transfer this time around, so much so to the point that I almost didn’t even write a journal entry for today, but realized that in hindsight I would probably wish I would have, so I’m doing it now.

I slept super well last night, which is a huge feat for me because I normally have the most horrible insomnia. I slept great after my last transfer too. It’s obviously much too soon for it to be a pregnancy symptom, so I am not sure what it is. I wonder if it is the hormones catching up to me, the release of adrenaline at the end of the day, or maybe the valium? Hopefully it keeps up though, because I could really use the sleep.

I had a relatively normal day today, had lunch and watched some TV with my husband (we were watching Dash and Lily which was cute) and then he got offered the promotion he had applied to! The only issue is, it’s only going to result in him getting about $2,000 more next year than he would if he just stayed in his current role, and it’s a lot more work, and he loves his current role. So that’s a bit stressful because we aren’t sure what he should do... make the career-move, or just stay where he’s happy, because it’s almost insulting that they would offer him so little! We’re very conflicted, and apparently we only have 2 days to decide. What should have been a good thing has gotten very stressful.

Also, our washing machine broke last week, and our landlord told us to have someone come out to look at it, so we just used a local appliance repair place, who then told us it was totally broken and needs to be replaced. Then our landlord decides to check if there’s a warranty, finds out there is, so now someone from the manufacturer has to come tomorrow to literally just “look at it” again. It’s getting extremely frustrating not having a washing machine, and having to deal with all these repairmen coming in our house when I really don’t want people in my house while there’s a covid spike and I’m high risk due to IVF, and having to coordinate around it is madness. Initially they gave an 8am-4pm timeframe, which was ridiculous enough, but then they told my landlord it would be 8am-11am, and then later on she got an automated message saying 3pm-6pm. So basically we have a 10 hour timeframe, so my husband has to wake up an hour early (he normally gets up at 9 for work, but you can’t hear the doorbell from our bedroom), and I have to go get bloodwork done at 8:30am tomorrow so I’m going to have to go back to my mom’s afterwards to nap rather than just being able to be at my own home. And honestly there’s a good chance we could do all that for nothing because they may not even come until the evening! It’s just an extra layer of stress that’s so unnecessary right now, but I’m trying to just push past it and deal with it.

Anyway, aside from all the extraneous stress, I’ve been weirdly calm I guess, and I realized that the transfer isn’t consuming my every thought like it was last time, which I guess is a really good thing. It’s making the wait a little less torturous, but I’m still dying to know, and I still know I’ll be equally as devastated if it fails. I am so afraid of the transfer just flat out failing, and not even getting to the point where we got last time. I really feel like my new doctor pinpointed the reasons I miscarried last time and I really feel like we can solve them this time and be ok, but what if we don’t even get the chance? What if he just doesn’t stick this time?

My husband still doesn’t want me to take a pregnancy test at all, but I’m going to anyway. I was planning to on Saturday but I’m already wondering “hm maybe I should just try on Friday...” We’ll see. I haven’t decided when or if I’ll tell him yet. I want to respect his desire to wait, but also I just can’t. I need to know.

I did acupuncture today with someone I hadn’t been to before, since my regular lady at my clinic wasn’t working today. He was really great, and honestly I wish I had been going to him the whole time. He explained a lot of things about the process, the certain points, and put some extra needles in to help with my insomnia in addition to helping with implantation. He said he really thinks he can help with my insomnia too if I keep coming, which I’d really like to do, but I’m a bit nervous to go anywhere with covid rising. It’s a nice option though, so I’ll think about it.

Anyway, symptoms today so far have just been some occasional period-like cramping which has been making me panic. Honestly I think I just associate cramping with miscarrying at this point, it’s weirdly become a trigger for me. But I know it’s normal to cramp the day after transfer. It’s probably just residual pain from the catheter and if not, then it’s probably a good thing if anything. Just trying to relax and make it to Saturday (or Friday, if I break sooner)...

#ivf #ivf journey #ivf warrior #infertility #infertility warrior #infertility journey #fertility #ttc #ttc community #ttc baby

[ksj-com]

Request #3

Missed Calls

- Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

- Genre: Long Distance!AU, fluff, light angst

- Warnings/Tags: anxious reader, kissing, cuddling, bad cook Yoongi, cuteness overload, pure fluff

- Word Count: 3,391

- Summary: You and Yoongi have been long distance dating for about a year now ever since you moved. You had to admit that it took some getting used to. But something is off today when he isn’t answering your texts or calls all day.

     Your eyes peel open, the sunlight burning into your retinas. Placing your hand over your eyes to shield the sad truth that it’s time to get up. The phone sitting next to you was off, meaning the FaceTime with you and Yoongi must’ve ended during the night. He probably just ended it this morning when he woke up, you thought to yourself.

     Almost every night you and Yoongi called to fill in on each others’ days and just talk about random things. After all, it was the closest thing you two had to spending time with each other now.

     It has been almost a year since you guys have been apart from each other. Before, you both were together for a couple years throughout high school. You both have been through thick and thin together, but it was definitely the hardest obstacle when reality and the real world hit you both— growing up and living past high school. Everyone going their separate ways, people spreading their wings to colleges that are in places they’ve never been. It was just how it went for everyone— including you and Yoongi. Yoongi decided it was best for him to stay in Illinois for college, meanwhile you wanted to venture out to Minnesota. Not too far, but far enough for space from your family and your original home.

     Even though there was distance between you and Yoongi, the relationship you had still remained. It’s definitely something you both had to get used to, but it works nonetheless. Calls every night and sweet texts throughout the day is what kept you both connected. You were grateful to not live on campus with a roommate because you’re sure they would’ve wanted to rip your hair out by now. All the long nights you two had talking to each other would drive anyone crazy. Working your ass off and saving money for your own little condo really pays off. 

     After rubbing the sleep off your eyes, you rolled over to your phone once again. Sliding your fingers across your screen you send a text to Yoongi:

Good morning babe ☼

     And with that, one last stretch finally brought you to your feet. It was Saturday morning and you thought about the lack of things you had planned unlike other people. Having nothing to do made you even happier than going to parties, so your empty schedule didn’t really bother you. Other than a few groceries you needed to get, you looked forward to sitting in front of your TV and doing nothing.

     To wake yourself up, you freshened up yourself with a quick shower. The warm water hitting your face made you want to crawl back in your bed and sleep the rest of the day away. Not having the motivation to put together an outfit, you slip on your comfy clothes. Your comfy clothes consisted of a slightly purplish grey cropped fuzzy sweater that slid past your shoulders and white sweatpants. The waistband of the sweatpants was folded down once, making you stomach visible. You pulled a thick pink cloth headband over your head to cover your forehead which looked a little big when your overgrown bleach blonde hair was placed into a ponytail. To finish your lazy look, you slipped on a pair of white canvas tennis shoes. 

     It was 10am when you glanced at your phone, wondering if Yoongi ever texted back. The screen showed an empty screen, but you shrugged it off— it was only an hour. Maybe he’s busy today. 

     Just as you were about to leave, you pour some food in a dog bowl and give your dog a praise before stepping out the door. Keys spun around your finger as you waited for the condo’s elevator to take you to the ground floor. Your phone addiction took control again causing you to check your phone again— still nothing.

     As soon as you made it to your car, you blared some tunes. ‘Stuck With Me’ by The Neighborhood played as you backed out of your parking space and ventured out into the street. You tapped and sang along while driving until Starbucks caught your eye.

     Thoughts of a Frappuccino and a cake pop made your stomach grumble from the lack of breakfast you had this morning. Starbucks’ drive thru was always slow, causing you to flip through a couple of your socials on your phone. Seeing that Yoongi still hasn’t even read your message, you decide to text him again:

Have anything planned for today?

Who knows? Maybe he simply missed the first text notification and he’ll see the second one. You sigh and toss your phone on the passenger seat.

     The cash register takes your card and hands you your strawberry cake pop and caramel mocha Frappuccino. Devouring the cake pop in one bite, you were left sipping your drink on your way to the grocery store. 

     You shoved your hands in your pockets when you scanned the aisles of goods. Already having your necessities in your shopping cart, you found yourself in the snack aisle. Pulling out some popcorn and sweet Hostess boxes, you were satisfied with your cart.

     Once you were back home, you were placing eggs in your fridge when you felt a buzz in your pocket. Hoping it was from Yoongi, you pulled out your phone— a stupid Twitter notification.

     Noon. You sat in front of your TV with a grilled cheese in your hand. Clouds covered the sky in a dark grey blanket, and it wasn’t long before it started to storm outside. The perfect atmosphere to watch scary movies. You randomly picked out The Meg to watch seeing how it was one of the only scary movies on Netflix you haven’t seen yet. Blankets wrapped around you as you munch on food while your dog, Ollie, sat beside you.

     “You’re just so cute,” you coo as you throw him a piece of bread crust. Since you lived alone, you needed the company of something. That’s when you decided to get Ollie. He was still a puppy, but he was growing into his full size. He was a Samoyed, meaning he had long fluffy white fur and a black button nose. He was your own big teddy bear when you missed cuddles from Yoongi.

     You hugged a pillow to your chest and laid down next to Ollie, trying to push your worries away. After a couple minutes, you drifted off to sleep. 

     The brightness of the sun shining through the overcast weather woke up you up with a overdramatic stretch. During your nap, you headband flew off and your phone screen reflection showed that your face now had indentations where the pillow creased against your face. Clicking on your phone to illuminate the screen revealed that it was now 3pm and there was still no text back from Yoongi. Annoyance started to trickle within yourself. 

     He never did this. Whenever he was busy, he would let you know beforehand so you wouldn’t worry. Maybe he was hurt? You decided to try to call him. Your foot tapped the floor as you heard the rings turn into a voicemail.

     “If it’s important enough, just leave a message and I’ll get back to you,” Yoongi’s voice said on the automated message. You roll your eyes and hang up the call before it went to voicemail. Stop overthinking this. 

     Scrolling through social media, you notice that he hasn’t been active since yesterday. He hasn’t picked up his phone at all today? 

     To get your mind off things, you pull out Ollie’s leash. He immediately gets the hint that you’re taking him for a walk as his tail whips back and forth. It wasn’t raining anymore and you had nothing else to do.

     He pulls you out your door all the way outside where the chilly air hits your face. You walk past one of the older ladies in your building whose grown to be a best friend and mother figure to you while living here.

     “Hello (Y/N)! How are you doing today, love?” she smiles warmly. 

     You slow Ollie down and pull him to sit at your sit while you talk. “Well...not so good. Yoongi hasn’t been answering my texts or calls all day and I’m kinda worried. I don’t know if I’m being too clingy or not.” 

     “I mean, you guys live states away. It’s natural for you to feel worry. What exactly are you worrying over?” she asks.

     “A lot of things. I trust him but that thought in the back of my head still lingers that he might be doing something he shouldn’t. He could be hurt or in trouble. Maybe I’m just overthinking and he’s busy,” you hug your arms to your chest. It’s chillier than you thought it would be.

     “Don’t assume, dear. It makes the waiting and worrying intensify. You’ll just have to wait and see. Best of luck to you!” she nods. You knew she was right, but it wasn’t easy. 

     “Thank you. I’ll see you later,” you wave goodbye. You let Ollie tug his own path until you couldn’t handle the cold anymore.

      When you got back home, you plopped back onto the couch. Staring at the conversation between you and Yoongi, you couldn’t help but feel irritated. The first text you sent him was at 9am and it was now 4pm. Being so accustomed to texting him all day to make up for the fact you both couldn’t see each other, made the lack of texting bothersome and worrying. Just when you were thinking the worst, your phone dings.

Yoongi: Hey sorry. I was busy today. I made it up to you and delivered you something. Should be there any minute 😘

     You were in the middle of typing a thousand questions, but the doorbell buzzed before you could click send. You opened the door expecting a box sitting at your door, but instead, it was Yoongi with a smile planted on his face. He held a bouquet of pastel pink and white roses in his hand. Before you could thank him and grab the flowers, you jumped into his arms. It’s been months since the last time you both saw each other due to work schedules and linking times.

     You kiss him passionately as he twirls you around while you’re hugged into his chest. His lips press softly against yours as he holds you tightly to his chest. The moment you both let go, you were smiling ear to ear. He gestures the flowers for you to take.

     “Found these on the way and they reminded me of you. Sorry about not texting. I was driving all day and I wanted it to be a surprise,” he smiles.

     You brush it off, not wanting to bring up the fuss you would’ve made if he never ended up surprising you like this. As you placed your new flowers in a vase, he slid off his jacket. Thankfully, you weren’t the only one wearing your comfy clothes today. He wore a baggy white shirt with black sweatpants along with black slides and a pair of white headphones draped along his neck.

     Once you set your flowers on your dining table, you go over to hug Yoongi again. This time he was able to hug you back completely, swaying back and fourth. You breath in his fresh cologne smell, the smell that he always wore.

     “I’ve missed you so much,” you say into his chest.

    “I’ve missed you too, baby.” He presses his lips against your forehead. “What do you say about us spending the rest of tonight binging netflix and eating snacks and tomorrow I take you somewhere special?” he says, cocking his head down to look at you. 

     “Ooo somewhere special? Like what?” you question.

     “I did my research on this area and let’s say it’s another surprise” he kisses your nose.

    You both end up ordering pizza, tossing Ollie a few pieces of crust when finishing a slice. American Horror Story played on the TV. It was getting close to Halloween, so it was time to binge watch scary movies all night. Once the pizza was devoured, you both laid down together. He laid behind you on the couch, arms wrapped around your waist as you faced the TV. His grasp pulled you in close enough that both of your bodies were pressed up against one another.

     “It’s the little things like this that I miss the most,” he kisses your temple. His words made you melt into him— you felt the same way. You turn around to face him and cup your hands around his face. Brushing your thumbs across his cheeks, his eyes lit up as he looked at you. He looked so god damn adorable that you couldn’t help but kiss him.

     “Eventually, when we’re both done with school, distance won’t be a problem anymore. That’s all I have to keep telling myself. I love you so much and I can’t wait for the future with you by my side,” you gush.

     He takes one of your hands to interlace his fingers within. “How’d I get so lucky?” He could tell you were growing tired by the way your eyes drooped every now and again, so he shut off the TV to scoop you up in his arms. He lays you down on the bed where you pull the covers over yourself, him joining soon after. 

     Cuddling up to his chest, you feel him sigh contently before closing his eyes. “Goodnight (Y/N)...I love you.”

     “Goodnight babe. PS this is way better than a FaceTime call,” you cause him to chuckle. His fingers traced lines up and down your arm before you both fall asleep. 

     Yoongi woke up before you, like usual. Tucking your hair behind your ear before waking you up. “Good morning sunshine. Let’s get ready for the day I have planned.”

     You groan as you roll out of bed to get ready while Yoongi brings his suitcase of clothes up from his car. You wanted to actually try with your appearance today unlike yesterday. Pulling on a white knit sweater with the middle tucked into semi high waisted jeans with a hole slit on each knee. Pairing that with brown ankle boots and the same colored brimmed hat on top of your loosely curled hair.

     “Ready,” you step out to see Yoongi wearing a grey sweatshirt, green jacket, and ripped jeans. His eyes crinkle together as he smiled brightly.

     “You look perfect,” he takes your hand in his while you both walk down to his car to his first destination: a coffee shop.

     “I thought it would be good to start off our day with some breakfast and I know how much you like your coffee,” he parks his car and you both walk in. The smell of coffee beans and sweets fill the room. He orders a breakfast wrap for himself while you order yourself a hot coffee and a cheese danish.

     While you sipped your coffee and looked out the window, you heard Yoongi take a picture. Your eyes snap back to meet his and you tilt your head questioning him.

     “I needed a new screensaver and you looked so picture perfect just now. I couldn’t resist,” he shrugs.

     You couldn’t help but smile. He knew what his sweet words did to you every time he said them, yet he could never grow old of your gorgeous smile.

     Thankfully, Yoongi advised you take your hot coffee to go because the next activity he had in store was apple picking. He always thought the idea of ‘perfect fall dates’ were cheesy, but he knew how much of a sucker you were for them. 

     You occasionally sipped your coffee to heat your body up on the chilly day, but once you were finished, Yoongi ran through the tree aisles with you on his back. You wrapped your arms around his neck while bouncing all over his back as he sprinted as fast as he could, drawing laughs out of both of you. When he finally let you down, you managed to find a few good looking apples to place into your basket. Of course, you both had to point out the rotten stepped on apples and say ‘that’s you.’

     “Come here,” Yoongi whispered as he stood behind a tree. You followed him, not sure if he was going to point out another apple or something else.

     He takes off your hat before connecting his lips with yours as he held the hat up to cover your faces from the cool wind. In that moment, everything felt in place for you two. Being together and so happy to be able to physically touch one another again made you both so grateful for this moment.

     After picking out a few more apples, you both decided it was time to go back home and warm back up by cooking some apple pie. On the way back home you both jammed out to your favorite songs as his hand rested firmly on your thigh—something little that you’ve adored for the longest time.

•••

     “It says to mix all the dry ingredients in the bowl,” Yoongi reads off of a cookbook ‘Baking for Dummies.’ Flour was already powdered on both of your clothes and the counters. It was safe to say that you both were terrible cooks and bakers.

     Yoongi grabs the bowl and mixed everything with his hands since you couldn’t find a whisk for the life of you. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him trying so hard, yet looking so clueless. 

     “What are you laughing at, huh?” he smacks your ass, leaving a flour hand print on your jeans. You laugh, dipping your hands in the dry mixture and leaving hand prints on his sweatshirt. The kitchen was a mess, but it was a job for later.

     Yoongi dipped his hands in again and grabbed your cheeks, pulling you into a kiss. You wrapped your hands around his wrists as your lips tangled together. The string of kisses stop from Yoongi’s laughs.

     “This apple pie thing kind of failed,” he taps a circle of flour on the tip of your nose.

     “I would have to agree with that,” you say as you look around to the powder mess scattered across the kitchen.

     “I’ll make it up to you. Let’s change into some clean clothes and I’ll take you out to dinner and desert for tonight,” he smacks your other cheek to leave one last handprint. 

     After debating on where to go, you both decided that it would be a nice treat to go to The Cheesecake Factory. The chicken samosas you ordered were delicious, and just enough to still have room for desert. You and Yoongi decided to share a pineapple upside-down cheesecake.

     “Thank you so much for today and coming to visit, Yoongs. You’re the best seriously,” you shove a spoonful of cake in your mouth.

     “It’s not over yet. I have one last thing for you,” he pulls out a little box and flips the top open to see a skinny golden band with little diamonds in it. “Don’t worry, it’s a promise ring.”

     You felt tears build up in your eyes as he slid the ring on your finger. He kissed your hand before you placed your hand out to admire the sparkle emitting from the ring.

     “I figured that it was long overdue that I promise myself to you. I love you so much (Y/N) and I want you to know that, even if I may suck at answering your texts throughout the day, I still think about you every second. Now, when you miss me, you’ll have a piece of me with you at all times,” he holds both of your hands in his.

     “I love you so much,” you reach over and lock lips over the table. A tear of joy falls from your cheek. The love you had for each other will always keep you together, no matter the distance between.

Requested by: I lost the usernames from the rest of my requests, so I’m sorry :(

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Seeking control, Chapter 17

Ellie felt oddly vulnerable when she first got into Tom’s flat. She wasn’t sure why though. She’d spent enough time with Tom now, and not to mention they’d been intimate. But it was being alone with him, solely in his care, there was something odd about that. It made her feel… weird. In a way she couldn’t really describe.

‘Come sit down, Ellie. Let’s make that list. I’ll also need to get a list of what foods you like, so I can get some groceries in. At least you won’t have to put up with the bad food now, just my cooking.’ He gave her a goofy smile, that made her feel at ease when she went and sat next to him.

He put an arm around her, rubbing hers softly while he took note on his phone of the items she wanted from her flat. Her phone was one of the items. Along with a bunch of clothes and toiletry items.

‘Excellent. Right, sweet girl. You make yourself at home. You’ll find the water won’t stop on you after a few seconds, because I get the feeling you won’t try anything silly anymore. However, you are able to go anywhere aside from the kitchen, which is locked, just to be on the safe side because of the dangers in there. Only until you’re completely better.’ He gave her a kiss on the head, making her smile.

‘Thank you, Tom. Truly.’

‘You’re welcome. Now, I won’t be long.’ He petted her head gently before getting up and grabbing his things, then giving her another smile he headed out the door.

Tom went to the shop first to get in the groceries. Then he went into her flat when he returned to get her things.

He picked up her phone from the table. One he had previously replaced a few days ago. But the same model, with the same cover. The only difference was her number was different. And Tom had added in all of her contacts but with wrong numbers, all the numbers were dead but he had set it up through one of his high-tech geek friends, so that any messages went straight to Tom.

Going through her clothes, he added in some more that wasn’t on the list but he thought she would like. He also grabbed her iPod and headphones, thinking she would like that too. The book that was only a few pages in on her bedside table, and anything else he thought she might want.

When he went back into his flat, he found her curled up on the sofa with a blanket over her, she was watching a film. She looked relaxed and content for the first time in a long time.

With a soft smile, he put the bags down and went over to her. ‘Hello, darling. How are you feeling?’ He sat down by her and rubbed her arm, noting a small blush on her cheeks when she sat up.

‘Good… So much happier being away from that place.’ She said sheepishly.

‘That’s good to hear. What are you watching?’

‘Pirates of the Caribbean.’ She said and paused it.

‘You know the newest one is just newly out in the cinema.’

‘It is?’ Her eyes lit up slightly. But she never thought she would get to see it, so that faded away quick.

‘It is. If you’re good, we can see how your treatment goes today and tomorrow, then perhaps on Saturday I could take you for a trip to the cinema. If you fancy it?’ He beamed happily at the way her whole face lit up again and this time it stayed.

‘That would be… great! Thank you.’ She laughed in her excitement and flung herself at Tom, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Tom chuckled and embraced her as he buried his face into her hair, inhaling deep to take in her scent. God, she smelled so good.

She suddenly shot back, looking shy and embarrassed. ‘Sorry.’ She said quietly.

‘Don’t apologise, darling. Affection is good. It’s encouraged with me.’ He smiled and cupped her cheek, his thumb stroked her skin softly and set her body alight.

Ellie’s stomach then rumbled.

‘You must be starving. Let’s have some brunch.’ He picked up the grocery bags and motioned for her to go with him to the kitchen.

He unlocked the door and went through, with Ellie following behind him.

‘How do you fancy an omelette?’ Tom started to unpack and put everything away.

‘That would be amazing!’ Ellie never in her life thought she would be excited over eggs.

Tom chuckled at her enthusiasm. ‘Do you like bacon, cheese?’

‘Both good.’ Ellie nodded, smiling up at him.

‘Excellent. You can go and relax if you want. Make yourself at home, please.’

‘I’d like to help... If that’s alright?’ She asked shyly.

Tom smiled and cupped her cheek. ‘Of course it is, sweet girl.’ He pressed a kiss to her forehead, making her smile even larger.

‘Why don’t you crack these eggs for me.’ He handed her a bowl and the packet of eggs.

She went straight to work. Happy to be doing something normal again.

The two cooked the omelettes together. Tom made them both a cup of tea, that Ellie almost cried over. All she’d been able to drink for the last few weeks was water. Then they soon had their omelettes ready, Tom made them perfectly. Ellie’s stomach was so excited.

Tom grabbed them both a tray from on top of the cupboard and they went into the living room to eat. Once Ellie was finished, she suddenly felt exhausted.

‘Uhm… Would you mind if I had a nap? I feel pretty tired.’

‘Of course. It’s no wonder, you need some proper rest now you’re out of the hospital.’ He reached out and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. ‘Why don’t you go have a sleep in the bedroom? It will be comfortable and cosy.’

‘In… your… bed?’ She blushed.

‘Yes. I don’t have a spare room, sorry. But I think we are past being shy now, don’t you?’ He chuckled.

‘Yes… True.’ Ellie nodded, blushing furiously.

Tom handed her the bag of her belongings, she then excused herself to the bedroom. She was so happy to have her own clothing again. She found one of her nighties and climbed into Tom’s large bed. She couldn’t believe how comfortable it was when she sank into the mattress and pulled the large, thick quilt over her.

Her head had barely hit the pillow before she fell sound asleep.

Tom entered the bedroom an hour later, when she was in a deep sleep. He pulled up a chair and sat at the side of the bed, watching her intently. Her hair was splayed out across the pillow, her mouth slightly parted while she slept, very small, quiet noises escaped with her every breath.

He reached out and softly stroked the side of her face, unable to avoid touching her. He was so ecstatic about having her all to himself, in his home. The possibilities about what he could do with her were endless.

He sat back in the chair, eyes still on her while he stroked his beard in thought.

Ellie’s eyes fluttered open, she let out a content sigh with how comfortable she was. Rolling over onto her side, she then let out a surprised squeak upon seeing Tom sitting on a chair by the bed, watching her. He smiled brightly when her eyes landed on him.

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, darling. I came in a few minutes ago, just to make sure you were ok. I admit, I got a bit lost watching you, you are such beauty.’ He said softly, leaning over towards her and stroking her hair.

‘It’s… ok… What time is it?’ She slowly sat up, keeping the quilt around her and trying to ignore what his words ignited inside her.

‘It’s 3pm.’ Tom said, checking his watch.

‘Oh god. I slept for ages.’ Ellie rubbed her face.

‘You were obviously needing it, sweetheart. Do you feel better?’ He took her hand in his and rubbed his thumb across the back of her hand. He was very touchy feely. Not that she was complaining, mind you.

‘I do. Thank you.’ She nodded.

‘Why don’t we administer your treatment? Then you can have a shower afterwards and get dressed.’ He asked softly.

Ellie’s eyes widened slightly, she’d forgotten about her treatment that would still need to be administered.

‘Ok.’ She nodded.

Tom’s cock was already straining in his trousers. He moved onto the bed and climbed under the quilt with her, she was already trembling before he’d even touched her.

He nuzzled her nose with his own, his hands wandering down her body and underneath her nightie. His fingers lightly tickled up her body, making her giggle and setting her skin alight with goosebumps on his trail.

Tom smiled and kissed her, happy when she responded with the same amount of enthusiasm that he had. Her arms even came around him, holding him to her as she pressed up against him, wanting more.

He slid his hand down and into her knickers, groaning when he found her soaking wet already. Nipping playfully on her lower lip, he kissed down her neck and then moved down her body.

‘Why don’t we try something slightly different, darling? To celebrate you getting out.’ He winked at her and disappeared underneath the quilt.

Ellie felt her stomach flip, knowing exactly what he meant when she felt him tug her knickers down and off. He tossed them out from under the quilt and onto the floor, then she felt him move between her legs. She attempted to close her thighs from him, but he growled and nipped her inner thigh, making her squeak and her thighs fall back open again.

‘Relax, sweet girl.’ He growled from underneath.

She did just that. Since she couldn’t actually see him, she let her head fall back onto the pillow and closed her eyes to enjoy it. Feeling his breath dance across her skin, getting closer and closer…

She couldn’t remember the last time a guy went down on her. She wasn’t actually sure if anyone ever had, come to think of it. Not to her knowledge anyway.

Tom’s tongue felt delightful when it slid between her folds, going from long broad strokes up and down to more concentrated flicks over her clit that wanted all of the attention. She’d never felt anything like it. The slurping and growls that came from down below was rather lewd, but highly arousing at the same time.

She could feel his beard tickling and scratching against her soft skin, making her feel even more sensitive to his actions. It wasn’t until she let out a scream when she came, that she realised her hands had made their way under the quilt and were buried in his long curls, tugging as she became lost in her pleasure.

‘Oh my god.’ She gasped, letting go of him, slightly embarrassed that she had got so into it.

Tom crawled up over her, grinning from ear to ear. His lips and chin were glistening wet.

‘My my, darling. That was quite the feast.’ He purred, licking his lips then his mouth was on hers again, forcing her to taste herself on him.

He managed to get his cock out without much effort, lined himself up with her and in one smooth thrust, he was inside of her. Pushing into her warmth and forcing her soft walls to mould around him.

This time, Tom managed to take her slowly, intimately. Full of kisses and caresses, he whispered sweet nothings into her ear. He was just so ecstatic to have her home.

And Ellie… she was happy to be there.

After having sex, Ellie was feeling a little vulnerable. Tom took her to the bathroom and he showered with her, making sure to wash her body gently. He massaged her shoulders too, enjoying the way she relaxed even more under his touch.

But he then noticed she had a few tears that were mingling in with the water. Tom frowned and tipped her chin up, looking worried.

‘What is it, sweet girl?’

‘I… I just… What is this? What are we? I’m confused. It’s not normal for Doctors to have patients staying with them, to have sex… Is it?’ Her eyes were wide and lost looking.

In Tom’s eyes, she was just screaming at him to protect her. To save her. To give her the answers she needed.

‘It’s not normal, no. But we have something special, you and I. Your condition is a rare one nowadays, which causes for rare treatment. But I think you and I both know this has also went further than just treatment… Don’t we?’ He smiled when her eyes brightened slightly.

‘R… really? You think?’

‘Yes. I do think so, darling. There’s no denying on my part that my feelings for you are stronger than just my patient.’ He trailed the tips of his fingers up and down the side of her face.

Ellie never said anything, she stepped into him and pressed her cheek against his bare chest and wrapped her arms around him. Tom smiled and pressed his face into her hair as he put his arms around her too.

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[sarakuper]

Grand Tetons & Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming

Stop #20, Sept 5-9

We stayed in Bozeman, Montana the night before heading to Yellowstone & Tetons, a town an hour from the north entrance of Yellowstone NP. We paid for full hook up at a cute little trailer park so that 1- we could charge the camper’s battery, 2- do some laundry, and 3- get close to Yellowstone so we could get up early to guarantee a spot at our next campground. We were parked next to a vintage tractor that I felt was beautifully placed adjacent to a tree with the sun setting behind it. I thought it was so pretty, I had to take some photos!

Thursday morning we arrived in Yellowstone eager for our bestie Josh to arrive! We set up a camp taking up two spots next to each other so we had plenty of room when our other besties Taylor and Ej arrive the next day. Josh arrived by 3pm and after he got settled in we took the kayak down to the lake we were camping next to. Drinking beers and sitting along the shore, we took turns using the kayak. Later we played Catan, my favorite, and Josh won. I came in second, and in that moment it only mattered that I beat Sean :) Lots of laughs and ice cream sandwiches later we went to bed, just after preparing sandwiches for an early morning hike the next day.

Joshs’ alarms woke us on Friday morning. First, at 4:45AM, we heard loud obnoxious quacking- one of the many alarm sound options on the iPhone. At 5AM we heard the motorcycle sound- another obnoxious alarm sound option on the iPhone. I was so annoyed at his alarming alarms that I got out of bed just to tell him to turn it off. It got us up, so I guess it worked! 

We drove towards the Teton’s before the sun began to rise where we were suddenly hit with a heavy rainstorm. I forgot my rain gear in the trailer, wishfully thinking the weather would be beautiful. The rain had stopped by the time we arrived, but when it came back I was lucky to have Josh’s emergency $1 poncho. I was very surprised to see how much the Tetons were showing signs of fall, with the leaves turning and a variety of colors! 

We hiked into the beautiful Cascade Canyon, about 9 miles out and back with 1,300 feet elevation gain with views of the Grand Teton. About 3.5-4 miles in we spotted a big bull moose across the way, but by the time we got closer he was hiding in the trees. We were able to watch him through Sean’s new binoculars, which Josh brought for him. Unfortunately because of the rain I wasn’t able to snap any photos. A few moments later we looked further ahead and Sean spotted 3-4 more moose, 1 mamma cow and 2 babies, one bull and one cow. We stopped and watched them for a while. On our way back to the trailhead we stopped at the same spot to see if they were still there, and they were. We did not see the big bull moose again, but the cow and her babies were all laying in the grass taking a nap :) 

Shortly after we got back to camp Taylor and Ej arrived, and the 5 of us were happily reunited <3. It had rained on and off most of the day, but we were just so happy to be in each others company; it didn't bother us at all.

On Saturday morning we woke up early, or at least tried to, to spend the day exploring all Yellowstone has to offer. Unfortunately Josh and I got little sleep because Sean was throwing up all night, too much acidic food and then he vomits. Poor Sean! Meanwhile Josh cracked a joke at the end of it “You OKAY Sean? Did Sara dutch oven you?” It would be a Kuper thing to do, but this time it was all the acidic foods, salsa and tomato sauce, Sean inhaled with dinner. Ej and Taylor were actually up and ready to go at 7:15AM, the time we set, and the rest of us weren't ready until 8. 

We made it to Old Faithful, our first stop, with just enough time to walk around before its predicted eruption time of 9:36am. It was pretty cold, and so the steam from the hot water was bright white blending in with the water itself; the pictures don’t do it justice. We walked around that site to explore the nearby geysers, catching some erupt unpredictably, and just enjoyed the wild colors, steam, and uniqueness of it all. I keep writing this about each park, but Yellowstone really is different than the others! Just before leaving the area we noticed a walk way was blocked off by rangers to prevent any tourists getting to close to the nearby buffalo.

Mapping out the rest of the day we decided to drive to the furthest point north that we were interested in visiting (we camped near the southern entrance of the park) called Mammoth springs, where we pulled our car into a parking spot looking at the cow elk comfortably walking around town. We noticed one young bull elk looking to mate with the cows, but they weren’t having it! At this point we were sitting in Josh’s car hanging out the windows to get a better look. If we stepped out of the car the park rangers near by would tell us we need to move to a different area where we can watch with more distance. Wanting to be as close as possible while staying safe we decided to stay and watch from the car. Moments later we noticed people on the other side of the parking lot taking photos of something in the opposite direction. Whatever it was, it was coming towards us. Low and behold, a bigger bull elk walked towards then past us, being only about 10-15 feet away at its closest point. This big guy was definitely older than the other bull and had 6 points, one with moss stuck to it from scratching on the trees. He approached the cows and even licked one. We watched and listened as he bugled and WOW was that incredible to hear up close! You can see his body language and open mouth as I snapped a photo mid bugle. Click the youtube link if you want to listen to it!

https://youtu.be/wkgHx8v6AAs

After watching for over an hour we finally headed to Mammoth springs, which were super cool, and then continued our way south through the park stopping for infamous geysers.

By the time we got back to camp we felt accomplished for covering so much ground. The rest of the evening was all about eating and hanging out by the campfire, and I finally decided to give astrophotography another shot. Taylor and Ej were such supportive friends during this process, I felt super encouraged and determined to succeed! I had read up on how to do it properly and took some notes for this moment so that I was prepared. I set up my camera on my tripod while it was still light out and got everything ready for when the stars appeared.  

This night with friends was just what my heart needed. Its so good to be surrounded by people we love, and our Denver family coming to visit was just everything we’ve been missing. Lots of talking and laughing later I finally opened the shutter on my camera for a solid 30 seconds, and with so much excitement I jumped up in the air and screamed IT WORKED!!! I played around with the shots both of the sky and us by the campfire, and was very pleased with this little success. It opened up a whole new hobby within the hobby!

The next morning it rained on and off, and all of us were grateful that we had one solid day in Yellowstone without the rain and cold hindering our day. The five of us hung out until noon when Taylor and Ej left, leaving me, Sean, Josh, Jaxon, and football. I was bummed to see them go, and even more bummed to have to hear about football the rest of the day. For me, football is like that friend that comes over that I have little interest in hanging out with. Poor Josh had to deal with my salty attitude about the matter, but eventually I got over it and the 3 of us played Catan and Kaluche before heading back into Yellowstone to see more geysers and mud pots.

It was so great to have some of our best friends meet us out in Yellowstone, but I’m also so excited because this means the next time we are reunited it will be for Taylor and Ej’s wedding!!!! 

Our next few stops are all quick ones before spending a long relaxing week in Iowa with Sean’s grandparents. Next stop is Devil’s Tower, Wyoming! Thanks for reading, love you all. 

[new-writer-intown]

Dear Universe, Pt. 1

Author: New-Writer-InTown

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Warning (s): None

Word Count: 1,586

Summary: Y/N accepts a job working as an interpreter for a week, but soon she finds that the man she’ll we working for is Tom Hiddleston.

Note: Hi everyone, sorry for the bad grammar, english isn’t my first language and it’s my first story so please bare with me. 

The reader is Mexican but she lived in the US for 9 years and that's why she’s fluent in both languages.

The beginning is a bit slow but I promise that its important and I’ll be referencing to it as the story moves along.

Y/N Point of View

When I was in my first year of university my french teacher taught me how to write letters to the universe to ask for anything I desired, however she did warn me that I had to be very specific with my requests and pay attention to details because if I didnt I might get something completely different than what I had wanted.

“You have to write it as a thank you letter to universe, so you have to imagine you’ve already got what you’ve always wished for.”

“Okay I’ll give it a try!” I was a bit skeptical to say the least, but I did as I was told. 

Dear Universe,

I feel so grateful for all the wonderful things happening in my life. I can hardly believe I’m 25 years old, time sure flies by! Looking at my life I’m beginning to feel like I’m finally able to put all of the puzzle pieces together. I finished my dream career two years ago and ever since graduation everything has been going smoothly.  For once in my life I'm truly happy, I work doing what I love and it pays well so I was finally able to move out of my parents house and got my own place!

I now have a boyfriend, we’ve been together for a while, and I couldn't be more grateful for having him in my life. He has been very successful in his career and I am very proud of him, whoever he has to travel a lot which I don’t like but every once in a while he brings me with. We have been talking about marriage and kids, I’ve told him I’d love to get married but I would like to wait on the kids for a little longer since there are so many things that I would like to accomplish, and he understands that, everytime the subject comes up he reminds me there is no pressure. I love that man he is so supportive of me!

Oh I nearly forgot! Since we decided to wait on the kids we adopted a dog, he’s the cutest little puppy EVER!

I think that's about it for now, so thank you, I can hardly wait to write you another letter!

Lots of Love

Y/F Y/L.

After writing the letter I placed it in my scrapbook but soon forgot about it. After finishing my first year in college everything went downhill. It all started with me telling my parents I wanted to quit architecture school to move to law school, needless to say they nearly got a heart attack since they were paying for it.

A year after that I told them I was going to be transferring to a smaller community college because the prices were over the roof, and again they nearly killed me.

Moving on to present time, here I am, a 20 year old who still lives with her parents, who  has been to three different colleges, doesn't have a job and doesn't have friends. Now that I say it out loud I can finally understand why everyone criticises me, I’m a failure and my life is depressing to say the least.

On Wednesday during dinner my dad told me that his brother who works at the airport had called him and told him needed an english interpreter since he had been assigned to be the “tour guide” to some foreigners, and he didn’t’ know more than ten words in english.

That night I called my uncle and told him I was in, he said we’d be gone for at least a week but that it could vary depending on the client, I didn't have a problem with that since I only had college classes on Saturday and didn’t matter as long as I uploaded my assignments to the platform in a timely manner.

On Sunday I was all packed up and incredibly nervous, it was going to be my first time working with my uncle. As a teen I had taken a few jobs here and there as an interpreter  but it was usually for a couple of hours, my longest gig had been for 8 hours, and now I had to be translating for some strangers for a whole week!

I didn’t know anything about the people I’d be working for and I hated that, how many people were coming? 1, 2, 3? Where were they from? Are they old? Well it wasn’t like my uncle himself knew anything either, we’d be completely in the dark until the next day.

On Monday I got up at 5am to shower and get ready, by 6am I was already in the car with my parents because they had to take me to the bus station where I would take a two hour bus to Mexico City’s Airport where I would meet my uncle and we’d wait for the strangers or stranger, who knew?

When I was all settled on the bus I considered taking a nap but somehow I started talking to the woman sitting next to me. Sometimes I honestly wonder why I didn't have any friends, I’m very friendly and I don't have a problem talking to strangers, I always make sure to talk to my cab drivers, bus drivers, neighbors, people at stores etc.

By 8:50am I was waiting by the “international arrivals” door, my uncle had told me that I was to wait there holding a sign he had given me that said William T.H.

At 9am I felt my phone vibrate, I checked and I had a new message from my uncle.

“My boss got in contact with Mr.William he told me he’s wearing navy blue trousers, a blue dress shirt and a blue jacket. Apparently he’s very tall, has wavy hair, blue eyes, and is british. Keep an eye out for a man with that description.”

“I will, don't worry!” - I texted back

“Oh, I nearly forgot, he doesn't want to attract any unwanted attention, so please help him keep a low profile.”

“Sure! When he’s with me I’ll call you and we’ll meet you at the entrance.” - I had been so distracted texting my uncle that I didn't see a man approaching me and standing next to me until I heard his voice.

“Excuse me, I think I’m supposed to be meeting with you.”

Oh god how could a stranger's voice sound so hot? I looked up from my phone expecting to see a face, but instead found a strong chest, wow he really was tall! I looked up searching for the strangers face and I nearly fainted, standing in front of me was Tom freaking Hiddleston. 

Breath Y/N, breath, you have to calm down, remember what your uncle said. What did he say? Oh, that's right keep a low profile!

“Um, I don't know? Hi, sorry I….” - I was making a fool of myself and he was smiling at me.

“Is this supposed to be you?” - I showed him the sign William T.H.

“Yes, that would be me!” - Obviously that's him, he probably asked to used his second name, but to include his initials just in case.

“Great!” - great? Really Y/N, that's the best you’ve got?

“Shall we get going?” - He asked with a smile, as he pointed towards the doors

“Sure, let me just call our driver to let him know you are with me, I was told you wanted to keep a low profile so I think it would be best if we just stayed inside until he’s outside.”

“Whatever you say, you’re the expert!”

“I wouldn’t call myself an expert” I smiled at him, I gestured him to walk with me to a waiting area near the exit door while I was talking to my uncle on the phone.

“He’ll we here in two minutes” I informed him

“Sounds good.” He turned his body to look at me, “We didn’t properly introduce each other back there, you clearly know my name,” he said pointing to the now folded sign in my hands, “ but I’m afraid I don't know yours.” He made gave me an apologetic smile, “Shall we start again? I’m Tom” he stretched his hand towards me

“Hi, I’m Y/N, sorry, nice to meet you!” - The touch of his hand made me feel even more nervous.

“Oh god, you can probably tell I’m knew at this thing” - I pointed to the distance between us

“Are you really?”

“Yes!” - Now it was I who gave him an apologetic smile

“Don’t worry darling, it's my first time using this system too! I guess we’ll just have to learn together!” -There was that smile again

“I guess we will! So how was the flight?”

“It was quite exhausting actually, it was an 11h30 plane flight from London to here!”

“Oh my, you must be terribly exhausted!”

“A little bit, I got a few hours of sleep on the plane but my body is feeling a bit jet-lagged.”

“I can’t even imagine how tired you must be! The time difference is like 5 hours right?”

“Um…” he checked his watch before continuing, “It's actually 6 hours, here in Mexico its 9:08am and in London it's 3pm.”

At that time my phone started to ring,

“I’m sorry, that's our driver” I said as I answered the phone, after ending the call after a few seconds I told him that the USV was waiting for us outside.

#tom hiddleston #you x tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x reader

[bdamantherapper]

BDaMan’s Show Log: The Eve of New Year’s Eve 2017

*The following events take place on the eve of New Year’s Eve 2017.* Saturday 1:52am - After a long day of work, running around town for New Year's Eve things and the travels, it's time for bed. With B.Allen and I not having our set configured at the moment, this is gonna make for an interesting day. 11:16am - Up and at 'em. Current temperature: -10°. Goodness! 12:07pm - Looks like B.Allen and I will be rocking the same set from our November performance at Acadia. When it's a bit down to the wire, you gotta roll with it. 12:44pm - Finally getting a chance to promote the show. Also checking out Ole Soles' music in the process. 1:03pm - To pass some time, it's time to get some video game time in! 2:16pm - Anyone who knows me, knows that breakfast at my house can occur as late as 3pm. Today is no exception. Breakfast with a little bit of "Burn Notice". 2:52pm - My girlfriend, Nikki wishes me luck early on tonight's show, considering she won't be able to be there with me, due to work. 4:04pm - Might as well get a nap in before tonight's show. What's the worst that can happen, right? 5:45pm - I definitely could've napped a little bit longer haha. Final promoting is in effect for tonight's show. 7:38pm - Day Block bound! Shoutout to my mom for taking me up to the bus stop to knock out a good chunk of the wait time. 8:25pm - Despite the bitter cold, I made it in one piece! B.Allen and Weather Check are chilling at the bar inside. Apparently, the pretzel wasn’t the best, according to B Dot. 9:09pm - MNtality is in the building! Looks like between him, Ross and Mono - we'll have photos and videos! Also, our little brother and my former stepmom (B.Allen, Jabri & Jaylon’s mom), DeAnna will be coming. While MNtality, Mono and I were chatting - I discovered that we will be opening up the show! 9:15pm - B.Allen and I talked briefly about the concept of a clean slate for 2018. From a music aspect to a life aspect. It's weird to think that in June 2018, I'll have known him for 17 years. That being said, the clean slate concept might be a good one to adapt fast. I'll have to remember to pass that along to the peeps. I haven’t had a chance to see him a lot lately, which is always strange when we don’t see each other semi-often as we do. In case we didn’t see each other on New Year’s, we decide to take a shot of Hennessy (B Dot’s drink of choice, typically). 9:30pm - DeAnna just got here. I totally blanked out and realized that Jaylon would not be old enough for this show. He's at the hotel, chilling. I still got beef with him about his smart remark in the Christmas group text with all the siblings... 9:57pm - We started off the show and killed it! B.Allen and I did our thang and left it all on stage! This for sure will be our last show for awhile. Gotta get new material! For us knowing that it’d be our last show for awhile, we did a damn good job at presenting the energy we’re known for. However, with us both wearing sweatshirts and various layers, we definitely got caught by the heat haha. 10:04pm - Weather Check is up now. Mono, Ross and Trevor never fail to put on a good performance! 10:45pm - Weather Check did a fantastic job!! The energy was absolutely electric! Mono is a true one-of-a-kind, true do it all artist. Ross and Trevor are beasts at bass and drums, respectively. I tip my hat to them. Ole Soles is closing it out, up next. 11:08pm - Ole Soles is up! They're the producer/rapper combo of Niels and Jake Tang. They even got a painter with them (shoutout to Colby Swanson)! The sample, old school sound is right up my alley! 11:48pm - The show is now over and complete! It was a chill night of music. B.Allen and I even got $13 each from it. Now, time to go home and prepare for the very long day ahead tomorrow. 

#BDaMan #B.Allen #S.O.S. #Speed of Sound #Weather Check #WxCx #Day Block Brewing Company #Ole Soles #Hip-Hop #Rap #Minneapolis #Riff-Hop #Riff Hop #Culchr ENT.

[por-siempre-aqui]

My car is broken. I have been using my dad's truck to get to work. I didn't trust myself with it on friday night, so I parked it at work and I took a lyft to his place.

It was not a cheap drive, that right there says how badly I really wanted to go see him.

I get there and he's so cute, wearing a Hawaiian shirt haha. I'm in all black. He takes me to the old business building he lives in. This place is creepy as fuck.

We get to the rooftop, there's a table and some chairs. And an amazing view of the full moon. Friday the 13th 2019. It was pretty rad.

He took some lame snacks haha and he had told me there was gonna be wine. No wine :(

Then we just started talking, listening to music, and munchin on snacks. I stupidly didn't eat a real meal all day. It was dumb, but I'm pretty sure it's cuz I was low key nervous.

I luckily, took yummy snacks mostly candy and chips. Hehe

We started playing the game and man it was so great, the questions were definitely a great way to get to know him better. He even said that it was very clever of me.

There were a couple of wild cards that involved us looking into each others eyes and answering sillyish and then serious questions. Eventually we headed inside, it was getting cold.

He is so easy to feel connected to. I feel like we are linked so closely. I don't understand why, we don't know each other that well and he isn't my physical type, but I am insanely attracted to him as a person, as a man.

We had so many different conversations about ourselves, about our family, about our past, about how we feel with our lives currently.

I honestly should have left early, I ended up purposely missing my yoga meeting the next day. It was very stupid of me, but I wanted to stay with him and I wanted to stay longer. I didn't come home until 3pm on Saturday.

I assumed he had a room we could bundle up in and then he explained some issue with his landlord and paper thin walls. That is something I am not sure I'm willing to put up with. We will have nowhere comfortable to just lay down and relax, and nap.

We had sex a couple times, and then we had more sex after he took me to brunch. He spanked me. I have finally been spanked. Just thinking about it? Holy shit. Dream come true feelin haha. I'm a freak.

I did mention I'm talking to someone else. We did discuss that its weird to feel so connected when we barely know each other, but this energy we have is gonna keep us seeing each other. And wanting to spend time together. He isn't my boyfriend, I'm not his girlfriend. Don't know if it'll ever get to that type of commitment. He doesn't drive and that really sucks, he also is in a weird place in his life. But so am I, and I'm just finally discovering who I am. And he digs it. He likes me. He told me everything about me that he likes and what attracts him.

I'm not gonna always be the one to go to him, I'm not gonna stay at his place, not like that again. It was unplanned so I get it. But it was so uncomfortable and I didn't sleep well. If he wants to hangout with me, he can plan and figure it out.

#personal #fuck #we are friends #we have sex

[bolbianddolanhouse]

BNHA self insert AU

Nani the heck is this? Read here!

Chapter 17: Prepare To Get Your Shit Rocked

I wake up not feeling like lechuga, but more like day old salad. It’s the weekend and my whole day was free to cause chaos. I could spend it trying to see if I need anything to pack for the internship, but I wanted to do something fun to keep my mind off things. After breakfast, I just floated around trying to occupy myself before figuring out what to do/where to go. 

“What are you doing?” asked Iida as I was idly floating in the commons room.

“I’m just floatin’, trying to figure out what to do.”

“Well, um, want to hear about the weird dream I had?”

“Sure!” I got excited and dropped myself on the couch, Iida sat next to me.

“Imagine this! I dreamt that I was living with my spouse in our new house, beautiful home with a backyard. But what made it weird was that instead of children, we had dogs! And they talked and everything, even called me dad. Could you imagine having 4 dogs?!”

“That sounds like what I want! The multiple dogs part, not sure about everything else.”

“Why do you want more than one dog? We took care of Mr Muffins for an hour and a half and we couldn’t handle it!”

“Wait...Tenya, have you ever had a pet?”

“No, my parents didn’t allow me or my brother to have pets. Especially in the house!”

“Chaotic idea, but what if we go as a class to adopt a pet?”

“Is it against house rules?”

“It isn’t because we can play it off as Koda needing it to practice his quirk.”

“Hmmm, playing with loopholes...I’m in!”

“What are you two plotting?” said a very suspicious Aizawa “another one of your master plans Miss Palma?”

“Sort of? I was saying that we should go as a class to go adopt a pet.”

“We can go to the rescue shelter as a class BUT we’re going as community service, no guarantee that we’re going to adopt a pet.”

“I’ll take that compromise!” I said standing up “anything to escape my boredom.”

And like that we got everyone to join in on our little ‘community service’ trip to the rescue shelter. The people at the shelter just let us play with their animals, as they don’t get as many visitors and they too wanted to escape their boredom. 

“Don’t push! Everyone gets a hug!” I scolded the dogs as I was hugging one of the smaller pups.

“Look how sweet these cats are!” said Midoriya in the middle of the cat play pen “we should convince sensei to get a cat.”

Everyone was in agreement and we start searching for a cat to adopt.

“Ok lets wrap it up here” said Aizawa waking up from his nap “before you get attached.”

“Aw but sensei, can’t we adopt one of these lil babies?” begged Koda.

“We’re not getting a class pet and thats-”

“But sensei! Are you saying you’re gonna say no that this sweet little kitty?” I said picking up a one year old black with white and orange splotches cat “Look at him! He doesn’t have home and wants to cuddle up when you nap nap!”

He looks at the cat with his serious face and the cat stared back. The cat let his little tongue peek out and that won him over. “Fine, we’ll get him” he sighed in defeat as he picked up the cat from my arms “just hurry up and choose his bowls and stuff as I sign the papers.”

I couldn’t believe that worked and we all scurried to get his bowls, bed, toys, food and collar. When we got to the dorms, we gave the cat a tour of the place and settled him in.

“What should we name him?” asked Mina as she pet the cat “I was thinking maybe, Baby.”

“tch, it should be something cool! Like Lord Explosion Murd-”

“We are NOT calling this sweet little boy your hero name reject, Bakugo!” I scolded “anyways I was thinking Captain Pancakes.”

“WAIT!” spoke up Sero “lets call him Cat-ptain!”

“You know what Sero, that has to be one of the dumbest things you have ever said in my line of hearing...BUT I’m into it so I’m all for Catptain.” I said to roast as a cover to me liking the name. Not everyone was into it but we couldn’t come up with a better name, so Catptain it was. The first night was great but the cat seemed to like Aizawa a whole lot and mainly followed him and napped with him. The next 2 weeks goes by smoothly and with a lot of work getting done before starting to prep for the internship. That all soon changed when I was running late on a Wednesday, 1 and a half weeks before internship.

-Wednesday, teleporting in the intel wing-

“Oh jeez I have 2 minutes!” I said dead sprinting to my homeroom “why did I think it was ok to do a peel off mask?!” I dash in 30 seconds before the tardy technicality but something was off about everybody, they were all huddling over the side counter.

“Palma-san, he’s dead!” said Yuka with tears in her eyes.

I didn’t need anymore context and I dropped my coffee tumbler “ZIPPY NO!” I start bawling “our sweet little boy! who’s responsible for this?!”

“We reviewed the security footage” Hansai wiped his eyes “it was nobody’s fault but his own, he broke out of his glass containment and chewed on a cord and electrocuted himself to death.”

I was a little less angry but I walked over to see Jin holding his lifeless body in his towel like a mother that lost a child. I walk over to him and put my hand on his shoulder, we didn’t speak but we just leaned on each other in mourning of Zippy. That lizard was like a son to Jin, he was the one that taught Zippy how to shoot a gun and be an agent like us. Diya was understanding and let us have all of homeroom and weapons to make funeral plans for our class pet. We called the support and costume department to make us a lizard sized coffin. Mei on the other side of the phone call cried when we requested the coffin, they were working on a lizard sized vehicle so Zippy could do vehicle training with us during 2nd year. We planned and requested the school auditorium to hold the open casket funeral and burial in the school garden (a neglected part of the school since the conversion from a regular high school to a hero academy). Surprisingly, Nezu approved and we got to work on who to invite and arrangements. The time passed and we got the flyers ready for distribution in time for me to go to the hero class. I made my way to my class sad and puffy faced, it was hard to hide my feelings. I made it 5 minutes early to class and I walked up to the front of the class to announce the funeral.

“May I get everyone’s attention please?” I said trying to hold it together, everyone stopped to listen “Its with a heavy heart that I announce that one of the intelligence program’s own, Special Agent 69, has passed away early this morning.”

“Oh no! what happened?!” asked Uraraka concerned. 

“They got electrocuted to death by their own error, no foul play nor villainous activity.” I explained with tears falling down my face “And our class 1-A would like to invite you to the funeral this Saturday at the school auditorium, 12pm-3pm, refreshments will be provided.”

“We will be there!” exclaimed Iida “it’s such a tragedy that a fellow student got their life cut short so young.”

“Were you close to them?” asked Tokoyami.

“Yes but my buddy Jin was the closest to him” I choked back tears “he treated him like family since they both don’t have a family of their own so to see that he passed this morning was heart breaking” I broke at the last few words and started bawling again. It was hard to focus in class that day but I didn’t want to skip as there wasn’t that many weeks left in the semester. I didn’t wait for anybody to comfort me after class as I was helping my class make the memorial service, flower arrangements and refreshments. Everyone was pulling their weight in making everything happen on time. We got the whole intelligence program to come attend along with some hero classes, general ed and the staff. The night before, I was getting my black dress ready for the next day when I got a knock on the door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s Tokoyami and Iida”

I start sweating as I fear that Iida found out about mine and Tokoyami’s little ‘sessions’. “Come in”

“Hey~are you feeling okay?” coo’d Tokoyami “tomorrow’s the day and Iida-kun and I were talking and wondering if you needed any...comforting.”

I sweat even harder “Comfort me...how?”

“Like have us cook you dinner or go do something you like to do” Iida said chopping slowly at me “you’ve been crying and working so much to arrange this funeral that you haven’t really taken care of yourself.”

“I haven’t seen you smile or eaten properly in days, I’m worried that you’re going to get sick” Tokoyami held my hand “please Ita, let us ease your sadness.”

“That’s very nice of you two but I’ll be alright” I said stretching my back “Everything is in place and I’ll be back to my usual self after this weekend.”

“I have acquired dark chocolates and DDR” said Tokoyami as he pulled out a box of chocolates and Dance Dance Revolution for the game console I have “If you come out and play me, we’ll order pizza.”

A bitch weak for a boy that knows what I like “Oh Toko! it’s like you got me by my weak spots~” I walk toward the boys “you win this time, but I’ll beat both of ya asses at DDR! Hope you got Pizza Hut on speed dial.” 

As we walked out of my room, Iida looks at Tokoyami with suspicion “How did you know that was going to work?”

Tokoyami gets cocky “heh I spend alot of quality time with her” he sets the dance mats up in the commons room “I know a lot more than her inner thoughts, she has very...soft needs and wishes.”

Iida didn’t pick up on his tone “Is that so?” he checked if she was in earshot “then do you know anything about her past? Anything about a boy?”

“Hmmm, nothing about a boy” he stopped to face Iida “all she’s mentioned is that it was pretty dangerous were she attended school and she was a promising number 1 arts student of the district.”

“Yo! Food thief struck again” I said walking in with my cut mango with chamoy, chile and limon “they must like spicy food if they ate my mango in plum sauce and red chili.”

“I was wondering what that was” said Iida “but I didn’t want to be insensitive if it was something that’s in your culture. I know you like oddly spiced sweet things.”

Others came out of their rooms to play and hang out, overall a really nice time that I didn’t need but appreciated it. As I was taking a breather to pet Catptain, Tokoyami was rubbing my shoulders like he usually does when we have our sessions. I didn’t think much of it or who would see but Iida took notice and got envious. He didn’t make a fuss about it until it was curfew for them and we cleaned up to go to our rooms.

“Good night everyone! See y’all tomorrow at the auditorium.”

“Ita, allow me to carry you to bed” said Iida as he picked me up.

“My legs are fine Tenya!”

“You danced a whole lot, let me ease your pain” he carried my to my room, a whole 15 feet away “now lets set you down on your bed, close the door and-”

“What are you doing?” I asked concerned as he closed my door “you’re acting a bit strange.”

“I saw Tokoyami giving you a shoulder rub and thought that you wanted more” he said not doing a good job at hiding that he was jealous “let me just-”

I gently push his hands away “Tenya, did you get jealous?”

“I just want to tend to you like you tended to me”

“I’m fine, really” I said to make him understand “I didn’t want the shoulder rub but I couldn’t move since the cat was on my lap.”

“Oh...I see now” he blushed hard that he misinterpreted the gesture “sorry that I pushed myself onto you again.”

“What you need is a shoulder rub” I levitated him onto my desk chair and pulled it toward me to give him the rub “everyone tells me I give good rub downs and after this, you’ll be sleeping like a baby.”

The mere touch of her hands on his shoulders got him flushed and heart racing. She couldn’t tell but Iida was getting a sort of high off her touch. The way she moved her fingers to soothe his shoulder blades and back of the neck made him give soft moans of approval. She got to the scalp and gave a scalp massage too, it made his head tilt back to see her look back at him. His face read ‘pure bliss’ to her and he got his first taste of intimacy.

“I really enjoyed that” he said still looking at her with his head tilted back “didn’t know I needed something like that.”

“Glad you feel that way” I said putting my hands on his face to cradle it “anytime you want a nice rub down, I got you.”

He left to his room with all the nice and warm tingly feelings from the taste of first love intimacy. Maybe I shouldn’t worry about pursuing her heart he thought as he laid in bed she seems to like my company when we’re behind closed doors or prying eyes. And I feel like a man worth her time when that does happen, perhaps her heart is already in my direction.

-The next day, in the auditorium-

“Ok flowers are all set up!” I yelled from the stage to the audio table “are all the refreshments laid out?”

“Refreshments ready to serve!” yelled Hansai back “do we have the casket ready?”

“Casket arrival in T-minus 5 minutes!” yelled Yuka in response “do we have Zippy ready?”

“Our sweet Prince is ready to be honored” Jin powered through tears to yell back “do we have the music and video ready for viewing?”

“We are ready for viewing!” Mimi bellowed from the tech box “stand by for an audio test.”

“Good job kids!” said Diya walking onto the stage “I’m impressed with all the effort put into honoring your own. Wish everyone was like this.”

“Thanks sensei!” we chanted in unison.

“Its still 20 minutes until people are expected to roll in” I said checking my phone for the time “I’ll go and check on the greeting crew.” I teleported to the front doors to check on our other 2 classmates and Muffin 2.0 and tell them we’re ready to start bringing in people. I start heading back to see how our set up looks, it was like quaint memorial service with cookies. People start coming in right at 12 and they seat themselves.

“Palma-san looks so classy in her dress and veil” Momo whispered to Mina “too bad its an open casket funeral and not a social mixer.”

“I wonder who’s the student that died” said Amajiki to Mirio “Palma-san looked so sad when she gave us the invitation, they sounded close.”

“Is it just me or are funerals supposed to have refreshments?” asked Mirio to the other 2 “seems a little out of place but these mini cupcakes and cucumber water were too tempting not to take.”

“Iida-kun are you crying already?” asked Sato.

“It’s just that it’s so sad that someone so young and in the middle of their training just gone like that! Didn’t even get to finish the year with us.” said a teary eyed Iida.

Once all the staff member got seated and we weren’t expecting anyone else, we closed the doors and got things started.

“Good afternoon fellow students and staff, good to see everyone coming together to celebrate the life of Special Agent 69, or better know in the intel program as Zippy.” I said at the podium to get things started “He was an amazing team player and always boosted morale when things got difficult on the field. Now a moment of silence as we bring in the casket and present the body.” I step away and everyone watched as Muffin 2.0 walked in carrying the small casket followed by Jin. He got the casket and placed it on the presentation table and opened the casket to reveal Zippy the Lizard in his custom jumpsuit. Everyone saw and gasped that it was a lizard and not a student like they assumed. “And now its time for some words from Jin Matsui.”

“Thank you Itati, Zippy was like a son to me. I myself was also alone in this world to fend for myself so when he ran in our classroom on the first day of classes and he ran into my arms, I saw myself in him and decided to give this lizard a home. I shared my meals with him, trained him to do agent things, shared secrets that I only tell my best friends but most importantly, he made me feel like I wasn’t unloveable or incapable of making my own family. He became my family and gave me the strength to keep going.” 

He stepped back to wipe his tears and I took over the podium again “Touching words Jin, and now, a video in memory of Zippy.” The screen lowered as the lights dimmed a bit to show a slide-show like video of our selfies with Zippy, videos of him training with us, shooting his gun, parachuting off the school roof and receiving his license to kill along with some candids Jin took when he’d take him to his room on weekends and holidays. The entire video was to the song I Will Remember You By Sarah McLachlan , there wasn’t a single person that didn’t either cry or look in confusion on how a lizard was trainable enough to shoot a gun.

“I can’t believe this reptilian lead a much more successful year than me!” angrily muttered Bakugo.

“I can’t believe this lizard is getting more love and attention than I ever had” Todoroki whispered to Midoriya “I wish I were in a casket too.”

The video ended with a group picture with all of us at the display ceremony with Zippy in Jin’s arms. The lights dimmed back on and I stepped up to the podium again “We are opening the stage if you would like to pay your respects, if you don’t know what to say, we have an ‘F’ button so you can pay respects without words.” To our surprise, there was quite bit of people lining up to pay respects, everyone else was getting more refreshments to wait out until the burial. 

“Rest in paradise fellow animal comrade” said Nezu going up to the body.

“Hope you look after them up there, rest in paradise little lizard” Midnight said to pay her respects.

Even All Might payed respects “Young lizard! You brought morale and team work to your human companions, great qualities of a hero, rest in power.” 

Aizawa came up with Catptain and just pressed F, the cat also pressed F and it made me fuckin lose it in laughter. We got hundreds of F’s and we announced that we’ll be moving the procession to the school garden for burial. Our class marched with Jin in the front with the casket, we all sang Ain’t No Mountain High Enough on the way to school garden. Diya dug the hole and Mimi placed the tombstone, while they were doing that, Hansai announced the final song.

“And now a live performance from Agent 19, Itati Palma, and Muffin 2.0″

“Palma-san is going to sing again?” people in the audience were muttering as I walked next to the tombstone.

“This was one of his favorite songs” I said as I pointed to the sky “this one’s for you Zippy! My heart will go on!” Muffin 2.0 pulls out a recorder and starts playing My Heart Will Go On while I sang the vocals as they lowered the casket.

“Bye Bye Zip” whispered Jin as he tossed in Zippy’s laser gun “You’ll need this to flex on the other animals and God.” As they refill the hole and the song finishes, Jin takes his 4th swig of his flask and gets bold “ITS NOT FAIR! He didn’t even get to hit that reptilian pussy!”

“Jin stop! You’re hysterical!” I said as Mimi contained him from jumping into the grave. The funeral ends and all the invited guests depart but all of intel 1-A to have one final ritual. We circled around the grave and took out our flasks to pour one out for the homie Zippy. “TO ZIPPY! DICKS OUT!” we chant as we take a sip in honor of him. I walk to the auditorium to help clean up when I see Shinso waiting at the entrance.

“OH hello Shinso”

“Hey, I was hoping to run into you” he started “that was quite a service you guys put together, sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you for your kind words, that lizard will be missed and remembered always.”

“Yea urm, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Oh?”

“I was wondering if you could give me some one on one time.”

I got intrigued, he’s heard of my personal time with 1-B “Gladly! Are you trying to get into the hero A class too?”

“Yea and my quirk isn’t one of the most heavy hitting and I heard that you use your quirk to help unlock new techniques.”

“Its all true, I’m curious to see what you have” I said giving him a once over “how does tomorrow sound? Or if you want to have Sunday to yourself, I can do Monday or Wednesday after school.”

“Monday after school sounds good, thank you for accommodating me into your schedule.”

“No problem! Make sure you meet me in gym 3, dressed out and ready to start at 4pm sharp! I administer tardy punishment if you’re late.”

“Right! See you then.”

I clean up the auditorium and go to the low key kick back at the intel dorms. We just drank beer and cooked some food to just get our minds back to the upcoming internship. We exchanged were we ultimately chose to go for our internship, Mimi was going with a seaside branch and Jin was going to Hokkaido. Talking about it made me excited to go again. Fast forward to Monday after school, I change into my pink track pants and white fire-proof tank top with matching shoes. While I was changing, I was getting curious on what kind of quirk that boy has, was it fire? Something to do with inflation? I keep thinking possibilities as I walk into the gym floor, It was just 5 minutes until it was time.

“I’m here!” panted Shinso as he ran in “I didn’t know we had so many gyms!”

“Oh yea hehe we have like 6 gyms” I recalled but then refocused “you’re on time, lets get started!” I sat down in the middle and pointed to the space in front of me “come, sit and discuss what you want to work into with me.”

“Um ok well” he said as he sat down “I have a sort of manipulative quirk and it’s great as it is but I don’t know where to start to make it better.”

“Manipulative? is it like hypnotism?”

“Yes and No”

“Um, well lets have a spar to see how it affects me and how you work it into your fighting” I levitated up to my feet “take your stance and I’ll count us down.” We take our sides of the marked lines, he takes his stance and it’s a bit strange but it’s fixable “ready? 3,2,1 GO.” As I try to circle and mirror him, I see he doesn’t move but his eyes follow me, like he’s scared of me.

“I don’t like your pants, they’re too pink.”

I yelled back “nobody said you had to like them” for a second I felt my body tense but then I shook it off and kept moving.

“How did that not affect you?!”

“What?!” I said as I looked around to see if he deployed a sneak attack, nothing “what did you do?!”

“I’ve got my quirk activated and you’re answering my answers but you aren’t brainwashed shell of a person” he said like his world is collapsing “what are you?”

I cocked my head to the side in confusion “Your quirk is Brainwash?” I think about it a little and didn’t get it either “ask me another question.”

“Umm ok.... Do you want to grab dinner after this?”

“No thanks, its my turn to cook dinner” I answered and again, slight tension but no mind control “hmmm, why doesn’t it work on me? Or at least, not fully.”

“I don’t understand” Shinso fell to his knees “I’ve spent my whole life having people fear me because of my quirk and how villainous it is BUT HERE YOU ARE un-phased by my abilities like a gust of wind to a brick wall!” he started to cry in frustration “AM I JUST A DELUSIONAL WEAKLING TAKEN PITY BY YOU?!”

“No thats not it at all I-” I couldn’t finish my sentence, I was frozen in place. I saw everything Shinso commanded me to do, he had me crawl and do a cartwheel. I broke out of my controlled state when he held my hand.

“I can’t believe it worked that time!” he looked at my excitedly “what do you think was the thing that made you fully in my control?”

“Think it was fully on truths” I realized and came up with something “quickly, ask me a question.”

“Ok...um, What are you cooking for dinner?”

“Fruit salad and left over pizza” a quick on the fly answer “Ask me that same question now.”

“What are you cooking for dinner?”

“I’m not actually cooking anything for dinner, I just didn’t want to go out tonig-” boom, I figured it out! Shinso squeezed my hand to break me out of his control.

“You lied the last few times?” he asked me like I just killed his pet fish “why would you lie to me?”

I breathed out “Look, it’s not that I lied to hurt you. I lie to hide my feelings, my next move and my past, its like my defense mechanism. When you said you didn’t like my pants, I got a little offended because I think they’re a cute shade of pink and they make my butt look good. When you asked me to dinner, I said that because I didn’t want to go out this week as I have an internship to go to this weekend. And when you degraded yourself because I wasn’t responding to your quirk, I really wanted to reassure you that maybe I was the problem and that you aren’t a pity to me, I want to help you because you asked me and dammit I’m going to work you into the best fighter on the field!”

Shinso was taken back by the gesture “If it doesn’t fully work on some people, then what do we work on?”

“For now” I said getting in fighting position “lets test your close range, dodge my attacks.”

We train for an hour and I arrange another session on Wednesday, same time. I couldn’t shake what Shinso said when he was degrading himself. Poor dude really needs all the help and confidence to take the advancement exam.

-Thursday, in the dorms-

I come back late from my one-on-one time with Monoma and I was not having it.

“Palma-san its nearly dinner time, is everything alright?” asked Jiro, she was in the commons room along with some of the other girls and Aoyama.

“Yea, I’m good but Monoma is really getting on my nerves” I groaned as I put my duffle bag down “like, whats the point of asking me for help if they’re just going to degrade me and not follow my advice!?”

“I’m surprised you’ve lasted this long without refusing your services” said Momo “Why do you still insist on offering to help him anyways?”

“We have the same quirk and I know how hard it is to develop techniques for it” I took off my shoes and sighed “he doesn’t even have mastery in the quirks he has available to him, don’t even get me STARTED on his close range.” I start making my way to my room “I’ll be out soon for dinner.”

“Ok Palma-san, I’ll save you a seat” Uraraka promised and waited until I closed my door to talk to the others “alright so is it just me or is Monoma requesting her help too many time for it just needing help.”

“Kendo-san said that he’s talking about asking her out” Momo recalled “but if Monoma is this irritating to her, I don’t think she would say yes.”

After dinner, I started packing for my 2 week internship. I was asked to pack different changes of clothes for plain clothes and under-cover work, it was a lot to pack and I was wondering just how was high profile was this agency. Everything was ready right on time to go, I had to surrender my earpiece as it can’t reach to the others.

“Welp, have fun and be safe you two” I said to Mimi and Jin “text me when you get to your destination?”

“Yea, I’ll miss you guys” Mimi said as she brought us in for a hug “It’s going to be our first time being separated for a long period of time!”

“Oh shit you right” Jin realized “but this time we’ll be reunited and it’ll be all good.”

Because of how small our program is, not everyone is taking the train to their destinations. Mine is just 4 cities east of the school, so I got picked up by my scouter in a town car. Mimi’s is in Osaka, she had to take the train. Jin got picked up and taken to a private air hanger to get flown to Hokkaido. 

“Miss Palma, you are going to like Best Jeanist” said Jinko jeans man “he’s very excited to meet you.”

“He is?” I questioned “I thought agents aren’t supposed to interact with the head hero of the agency?”

“Well, you see, we have a developing agent squadron. It’s not very big but he interacts with them personally, he’s very picky on who he wants on his team.”

“Oh ok I see now” I turn to the window “I hope I don’t disappoint then.” Another hour in the car and we arrive in a corporate looking building, I didn’t know what I was expecting but I was getting excited.

“Alright here we are Miss Palma, we’re going to get you settled in your quarters then have a full tour as requested by you for quirk purposes.”

“Okay, thank you for considering them!” I said getting my luggage “In America, usually requests like that get ignored.”

“You’ll be happy to hear that we fulfilled all your requests” he leads me into the building “the boss himself made sure of it, he even got you your own quarters”

“Oh? I didn’t request that, I’m fine co-habiting with the others.”

“He did that because we don’t have any other females on the team, out of respect for you and how young you are” he turned to the living quarters “he made a room just for you” he opened a door with the sign that said ‘Agent 19, UA Intel’ “Here’s your quarters, furnished for comfort and a bouquet of lily, lavender and white sage. Get settled and come out to the blue door down the hall for the tour.”

“Alright thank you umm, Mr. Jinko Jeans?”

“Oh?! OH! that was close, I’m Jinko Punky, Best Jeanist’s right hand side-kick.”

“Jinko Punky huh? Alright thank you, I’ll be quick.”

I leave my door open in case of anything and to let others know that I’ve arrived. I hear people walk past my room as I put things away, I can’t see them but they see me. I hear them say things like ‘she’s so tiny?!’ ‘reminds me of my daughter’ ‘boss wouldn’t tell us about her abilities, wonder what she has?’ ‘Boss gave her flowers too! Is she royalty or something?’. I finish and I send a text to the others saying that I got settled. I walked out and see all the others, all men that tower in height to me, all wearing denim something.

“So you’re Agent 19?” said the man in a jean jumpsuit “so small and soft around the edges, like a puppy.”

“What is your name Agent?” asked sternly the man in a jean vest.

“Um, I’m not comfortable giving such information at the moment.”

“Let her be, she’s doesn’t have to tell us anything” defended a man in jorts.

The man in the jean vest walked in front of the only exit, blocking it “She’s not allowed to the leave until she gives us a name!” he turns to me “I don’t trust you one bit agent! I don’t know how you gained the interest of Jinko BUT you are not going to be treated special here!”

Playtime was over, I was going in with my true self “Please sir, I need to report to Jinko Punky for a tour and I do not wish to keep him waiting.”

“Then you better start talking little girl.”

I was going in for the kill, I sighed and levitated him to the side and opened the door “I did ask nicely” I walked to the hallway and turned back to the others “sorry about that y’all! I promise I’m sweeter than this.” I walk down the hall to the blue door, meanwhile the others were murmuring about what I did.

“She’s a telepathic! And so polite” commented the jorts man “I feel like I was in the presence of a unicorn! I can’t wait to see her full power!”

“Shut it! I don’t care what she is” growled jean vest man “don’t get fooled, it could be a ruse to take us down from the inside!”

I get my tour of the place, got aquatinted with the other agents. I told them about my encounter earlier and they said not to worry about him, it happens all the time when an agent comes through to relay information. I feel more welcomed as they invited me to eat at their little area during every meals. I go to bed and see that Mimi and Jin got situated already too, Diya sent a group text letting us know that everyone got situated and all updates about each other will be sent in a daily text from him. It got me in a better state of mind as I drifted to sleep...what could happen in the next 2 weeks?

-End Chapter 17-

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Hey you beauts and happy Friday <3

Today really is a happy one for me because it’s 1 year since I ate chocolate…….. I know CRAZY, right?   This may not seem like a big deal to any of you but for me it’s a big achievement in fact, a massive frigging one. I am actually so delighted with myself as stupid as it sounds. I was an absolute chocolate addict, like 3 or 4 bars a day no bother to me. It really makes me sick thinking about it now but at the time, I didn’t see the problem. I truly thought there was nothing massively wrong with eating that much each day.

So you may wonder why I decided to give it up? What was my reason I suppose?  It all started last year when I was deciding what I would do for Lent. Every year I say I will do something and don’t but last year I just said yeah feck it and gave it a go and when Easter Sunday rolled around  I was offered chocolate  but I didn’t want to break my chocolate ban. I should mention I was going through a temporary break up and was very upset so not much eating was happening but even when the upset passed. I didn’t crave it the same way anymore, I had beaten the addiction.

Why I gave it up…

I had noticed a few things happening in my life and did think chocolate wasn’t helping. One major thing was I would favour chocolate over a substantial snack and it was my go to when  I was feeling peckish for a pick me up but, note to self: what goes up, must come down.  This is so important when thinking about your blood sugar levels. I went into Oxford Circus one evening after work shopping and to cut a long ass story short, I stacked it on the tube, like I mean I was out cold… during rush hour. I was mortified. So embarrassed. I still go red thinking of it. Fainting is a scary thing being surrounded by people who know you, I didn’t have a clue who these people were looking at me when I came round.

Another biggie for taking my chocolate break was because I was crashing every evening when I got home from work and would have to nap.  I would be cranky as hell if I didn’t get at least 30 mins every evening. I didn’t have the energy for football training or even seeing people.  I just wanted to sleep.  I was feeling so sluggish and I wanted that to go away.  Its a horrible feeling.  You just feel horrible about yourself and your mood.

I knew it was extremely unhealthy to be eating that much. I was walking myself in to having type 2 diabetes really. It’s no secret the dangers of too much sugar and its something I was ignoring.

And I suppose the biggest reason at the time and even up to now…. I was proving to myself I actually had some will power and could do it!

Do I miss it?

I’m a girl, I have periods every month…. OF COURSE I miss it!!! haha

Honestly, when I first started it was tough trying to find something as my 11am snack and 3pm pick me up if I had forgot to pack a lunch for work. I would be lying if I didn’t tell you that so many times I thought feck this, I can’t do it I am going to have a twirl or something, nobody will know but I don’t now, I was so determined to do it this time I would stop myself and I’m so glad I did.

Now that I have gone so long without it, the cravings have become less and less.  There are days of course where one square of Dairy Milk seems like it would be heaven but then I remind myself, is it worth it?  Look what you have gained by not eating it.

Benefits of not eating chocolate:

A lot more energy in a day – I don’t feel the need to nap after work everyday. Granted I have days where I am tired but I know it’s because of not sleeping enough the night before or if I have been playing a lot of sport that week.  It’s not to do with having an excessive amount of sugar between 8am and 5pm.

My skin has improved – I’m not saying I know longer have spots or my skin is flawless but I do notice a change.  I don’t feel like my skin is as dull looking as I did last year and I figure any little improvement boosts your confidence.

Weight loss – Now this probably wasn’t notable to anyone else because I’m not claiming to have dropped a size but my jeans most definitely fit that little bit better.  I know myself I was on the verge of becoming a bigger size last year which I personally didn’t want to do.  I probably only lost a pound or two but it made the world of difference to me.

I haven’t fainted since, massive bonus!

Saved on money.  A chocolate bar is on average £0.70 even more in some places compared to a banana which is like £0.13 usually.

What have I learnt from it?

It’s definitely shown me that you don’t NEED chocolate like I would have once claimed. You crave it because that’s what you know, it’s what you’re used to.

I have realised that I have more will power than I gave myself credit for last February. If you want something bad enough you can do it when you set your mind to it.

I now understand why my grandparents always have them hard boiled sweets in their houses.  When I have a sweet craving that won’t go away and fruit can’t fix it, I’ll be sure to whip out a mint humbug these days (don’t judge me, they are underrated!!)

Chocolate is EVERYWHERE when you are trying to avoid it! When you look up recipes to bake there is chocolate in everything or dripped over so much. When you walk into a shop you are faced with rows of chocolate bars.  Its torture, honestly!

Would I do it again?

Yes and no, I do want a day off!!  I know on Saturday I want to treat myself to a chocolate milkshake when I finish my morning training session. I have wanted one for so long but there is something in my head saying “No Louise, you have come so far”…. Stupid as hell I know.  I do think I will have one though, as a treat but come Sunday I will try start it all again. I won’t put a time frame on it for now.

The main reason I want to do it again is because I can’t deny how much better not eating it has made me feel.  I don’t want to go back to eating it constantly and feeling rubbish about myself but you can’t deny sometimes you just want a little chocolate bar!  It will be tougher this year though because I am planning on giving up crisps this Lent. Now that’s not set in stone yet and I really doubt I will make it a year off both but god loves a trier, right?

My tips for giving it up:

I’m not sure if I can give you a whole lot of do this and that information but what worked for me…

Take it week by week.  You can’t predict what curve ball life throws at you and how you will feel so just go with the flow.

Don’t punish yourself if you feel like having some chocolate.  It’s normal when you’re addicted. That craving passes so just try your best not to give in to it.

Learn to pack snacks in your bag so when you want a sugar fix, you have something to hand and you will be less tempted to go buy a chocolate bar.

Think of your health.  Honestly, you won’t believe how much better you feel until you try it!

I really hope you enjoyed the post and found it somewhat helpful. If you’re thinking of giving something up for Lent this year or already gave it up after Christmas let me know what it is and why, I would love to hear from you.

Enjoy the weekend!

Louise. X

            My Chocolate Free Year Hey you beauts and happy Friday <3 Today really is a happy one for me because it's 1 year since I ate chocolate........

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[sumergosuigeneris]

May 6, 2019

I took a mental health day today. It took me a while to realize I need it, but I got there.

Wednesday, as I mentioned previously, was bullshit and I was upset and stressed out. The highlight of that day is that somehow I was able to keep track of how many times I went to the bathroom. 8 times in 8 hours. Is that normal for peeing? I don’t know. Anyway, I think I went to bed early, and thought I’d be good for Thursday.

Thursday was marginally better for a while, but still not feeling great. It’s weird being at location2 permanently. I didn’t think it would be. Work friend, who I guess isn’t exactly a work friend anymore, since we’re technically different departments and different locations now, came to say hi. I didn’t think I needed it, but I appreciated it. I do remember texting her that she’d better be on time b/c the only reason I wasn’t leaving early was b/c she was coming. We went to barlouis. I got a martini, which was actually good, but basically I think it’s because it was watered down. We stayed for a while. Talked about my situation, and all sorts of stuff. Got home, went to bed.

Felt like shit on Friday. Needed to redo my self-eval but didn’t. I was too low. Headache, etc...And I was still waiting for one package for Civil War Bob. I went home early. Package never came. I napped but not too well, bc I was anxious about the package. I did watch some discovery. Ugh. I thought the show was uneven but I think this season kind of sucks.

Saturday morning I checked am a zohn. No info, so I put in a call to customer service. I was amazed I could even do that. They didn’t used to have any way to talk to a real person. But I don’t shop there much, so I didn’t have much need.

They took instructions and said they would pass them to the delivery guy - after 3pm and call me b/c there was no safe space to drop it. I went off to my first swim lesson. I was worried I’d be late, but I ended up 5min early. And my instructor was 15 minutes late. I couldn’t stay longer b/c of the delivery, but I was pleased with it. Although, my adult-size goggles are not. And my new bathing suit has to be returned (the shoulders don’t stay up).

Got home, napped fitfully b/c of the anxiety re: the package. At around 6:30pm I decided to check the website to see if it had left the distribution center. It said it had been delivered. I ran downstairs praying it hadn’t been stolen. Luckily it hadn’t, but I was super upset. So I called again and complained. But the person this second time did not really seem to understand what I was complaining about. I left to go pick up my rental car. The directions took me to the airport. I thought it was weird, but okay. I found a paid lot to park in. Took a shuttle to the location - over 30 minutes - I should have walked. Get inside, and they tell me I have to have a departing ticket or a major credit card for a big deposit. I was ticked, and they were not helpful at all. My cc got declined, as I expected. They were all too bad, so sad. I had thought they were just doing a company policy but eventually got past my attitude and theirs to learn that at the airport that’s the policy, but outside of the airport that’s not the policy. Fuck orbits. I’ve definitely lost money on this. Although I need to ask for a refund before I write them off. It was so late, and I was so tired and upset, I gave up on going to go shooting. So I walked back to my car. Much shorter. I go to pay and leave and the machine won’t take my ticket. I go into the next line, with the person, and she charges me double what I was expecting. I asked why. She said I was there 61 minutes. I said the extra minute was because I was in the other line. She said too bad, so sad.

I was done. So pissed. Had to make sure to remind myself not to let myself be upset while driving. Tried to find something open late so I could get a burger and beer. Went to one place. It was pretty rowdy. I’d have stayed anyway, but wait staff kept looking at me and ignoring me. Granted it was only like 2-3 minutes, but I couldn’t deal. So...I went back to barre louis. A customer asked me to move down so she could have an extra seat. They were out of the beer I wanted. The beer I got sucked. The burger sucked. But more importantly - the menu says it comes with cheddar. I asked the waitress to make sure it comes with cheddar. I go to pay my bill - they charged me extra. Fuck that day. The positive thing was I chatted with two girls next to me for a while. But one of the girls thought I was 35?!?!?! So that was hurtful too.

Sunday, I slept a lot. I did decide I haven’t had enough veggies lately, so I drove to a new grocery store for their salad bar. The bar wasn’t as good as hyped, though it was still good. But the store was delightful. I kept seeing people running into people they knew; like a small town. It was nice. And the store had pretty decent food and prices, and was independent. It was worth the trip. I was too bummed to go play racquetball, so I napped again. Fitfully. I was thinking about skipping got too. But I stayed up and watched. It was a weird episode. Couple devastating deaths. Unnecessary. The ending episodes are kind of sucking. But I’m still hooked. Also, I somehow gave myself a nose bleed, which I think I was choking on.

At some point, it occurred to me, based on something I read online about companies doing 4 day work weeks, that I needed a break from work. That it’s been super stressful and I hadn’t taken any time to decompress (2 days hasn’t been enough for over a month now). So I decided to take today. Hopefully, it’ll help me feel good for the rest of the week. Or at least better. I’ll get some errands done, nap, who knows what else, if anything. No expectations, I hope.

I probably really do need to find a new therapist though. But I just don’t know if I can right now. And not paying copays every week has been really nice too.

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GASPARILLA DISTANCE CLASSIC - February 23 & 24, 2019

Coming off what can only be called a disappointing race last week, it was now time for my favorite race weekend…Gasparilla.  This is a top-notch event, and just an overall party weekend.  We would have a smaller crowd than usual, as Doug was globetrotting on vacation, and many of the Turtles were going to Southern California in a few weeks.  The great news was that Lindsey would be flying in from NYC to run with her old man.  Mary had signed up for the weekend as well, but she was still suffering the effects of her cold from last week.  She was still coming up, but only as a cheerleader. I got to the hotel around 2:30pm, and to my surprise and delight, the room was actually ready.  The Westin Tampa Waterside is a great place to stay, and our usual “go to.”  Lindsey’s flight was coming in around 3pm, so I walked over to the expo to pick up our race packets.  The race shirts were outstanding (as usual) and the challenge jacket was black with gold trim (which is great if you are a Steelers fan).  There was a brand new challenge this year: “The Michelob Ultra Pure Gold Challenge.”   This consisted of the 15K on Saturday, and the half marathon on Sunday.  This was the challenge we had been waiting for, but I guess Michelob needed to come out with a new beer first.  We always walk the 5K on Saturday, and I’m not a big fan of an 8K right after a half marathon: this was perfect.  Lindsey arrived around the same time as Mary and Cynthia, so I met them back at the hotel.  It was back to the expo for more intense shopping.  It was a pleasure to actually have room to walk, since the venue was pretty large.  I bought a couple of shirts, because the 200 or so that I already own is not enough.  Lindsey and I then took a walk over to Publix for food, drinks, and cookies.  We met up with Mary and Cynthia for an early supper at Jackson’s, and then back to the room for an early lights out.

  We met Cynthia in the lobby around 6:15, as we made our way to the start of the 15K.  Here is the breakdown of all of the races: 15K – 6,483 5K – 13,511 Half – 6,194 8K – 5,157 31,345 participants in all, which was a little less than last year (199).

It was pretty warm, but Lindsey was very excited to be out of the cold.  We were off and running, and I felt great right from the start.  The temperature was now around 73°, but it felt hotter than that.  We were running under “Code Yellow,” which meant that extra precautions would be taken for the heat.  There were water stations every mile, and sprinklers throughout the course for a quick shower.  I have to say, the volunteers at the water stations were really on point.  We played a game throughout the race, not unlike what you would play during a long car ride.  Instead of looking for license plates from other states,  we tried to come up with the top five songs you would expect to hear during a race. This was the final poll (in no particular order): Living on a Prayer, YMCA, Eye of the Tiger, Don’t Stop Believing, and Uptown Funk.  Celebration received honorable mention. Not the most scientific of polls, but it certainly kept us preoccupied.  As we crossed the finish line, it felt as if the temperature could be 90°.  That notwithstanding, we ran a strong race.

          It was now time for some food and beer, all before 9:30am.  The after party for this race is always excellent, with live music to groove to while you re-hydrate.  We hung out for pretty long time before going back to the room for a shower.  It was now around noon, and we headed over to Columbia Café for lunch.  We typically eat here for supper, but there wasn’t much of a wait.  Lindsey and I split a pitcher of sangria, which really hit the spot.  With a good amount of adult beverages in our system, we revisited the race expo.  I was able to persuade an unsuspecting volunteer into giving us a shirt for the 5K, even though we didn’t run the race.  We really liked the color, and I was pretty persistent.  We napped for a couple of hours, and then headed out for supper.  Mary and Cynthia had picked up Pub-subs earlier, so they were staying in.  Haidee was now in town, and invited us to join her.  We politely declined, as the restaurant she selected was a few miles away.  We decided to eat a Fergs Live, but they were closed due to construction on the road.  That would have been nice to know before we walked over there.  We went to our “Plan B,” but they were closed for renovation.  At that point, we just went to Publix, and shoveled down our food back at the hotel.  The half marathon was starting at 6am, so it was another early bed time.

We met Haidee in the lobby at 5:30am.  Cynthia was entered in the “Lime Cactus Challenge,” and would be running the 8K later in the morning.  Since the half marathon starts at 6am, we would get to run in the dark for about an hour.  It was just as hot as Saturday, but it seemed more humid.  Once the race started, I was just not feeling it.  I wasn’t hurting or tired, but I felt very lethargic.  I asked Lindsey if she would be okay if we did intervals (3 x1), and we agreed to wait until we got off the island (around mile 5) before making that final decision.  The sun started to rise, but it was very cloudy…thank goodness!  I could see that Lindsey was really making an effort to slow down and keep pace with me, so I told her to just run her own pace.  The heat felt trapped inside my body, struggling to get out.  Once off the island, I did make the switch to intervals, but I was feeling better at that point anyway.

     The cloud cover continued throughout the race, which make it a little more enjoyable.  I made an extra effort to stay more hydrated than usual, which really payed off.  The 8K participants were all lined up for the start of their race, and they cheered me on as I crossed the finish line.  I wasn’t very pleased with my finishing time, but was grateful that I got stronger as the race went on.

    Elaine called me later in the week to see how the races went.  Believe it or not, she had never run Gasparilla.  I told her that if I could only participate in one event per year, this would be it.  I might have convinced her for next year.

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24 Hours With: VANNAGRAM & CO

Let’s get one thing straight, Emily Forsythe Shrode’s days are never dull. As the Owner of Vannagram & Co, her schedule is filled with events, styled shoots, client meetings, back-end logistics and much, much more. 

We first met over 3 years ago when we teamed up on an activation for Umlauf’s Garden Party and I was instantly impressed with her energy and enthusiasm (and her effortless style). When I learned that she and her husband, Jared, took a sabbatical to visit 17 West-Cost National Parks in #annathevanna, I officially knew I had to make her my friend. Not only is she an absolute ray of sunshine and a delight to spend time with, she works so hard to make sure everything is perfect and stress-free on your event day. 

As a new mom, she hasn’t slowed down one bit and is giving us an inside look at how she balances motherhood with the 24/7 hustle of owning her own business. For a daily dose of Emily and the Van Fam, follow Vannagram on Instagram.

5:30am | Wake up to our 8-month-old, Joaquin babbling in his crib. Hideout in bed until his chatting starts to turn into crying, grab a bottle from the fridge and feed him until he begins to doze off, until wake up numero dos.

7:30am | Roll out of bed and prepare breakfast for Joaquin. After what is *sometimes* a long night of interrupted sleep (ahem, an 8-month-old babe who rarely decides to sleep through the night!) this momma makes a matcha green tea latte to get me energized for the day! I used to go straight for the French press coffee, but have recently swapped it with matcha because it gives me more of a clean, caffeinated high versus the caffeine spike and crash that coffee gives. Plus there are loads of antioxidants! I typically make mine at home, but if I dare to venture out, Zhi Tea on the Eastside makes a mean matcha!

8am | Kiss Jared goodbye as he heads off to work! Make my daily to-do list, check emails, send proposals for inquiries that came through overnight, catch up on social media and prepare my Instagram post(s) for the day/week ahead. Right now we have a giveaway going on where we have teamed up with some local brands we love (shout out to YETI, Hotel Ella, Elizabeth Volk Design and Nine-Banded Whiskey) to give away a Texas-sized tailgate-themed prize package for the ultimate game day experience! Check it out on our Instagram and enter to win!

9am - 9:45am | Go for a run to accomplish three goals at once: clear my head for the day, train for the 3M Half Marathon that I am running in January and to get Joaquin to take his morning nap in the jogging stroller. My husband is the real runner of the family, I am just an amateur, but I have grown to enjoy it! I am more of a group workout class kind of gal because it helps motivate me (love my Mod Fitness workouts!) but I recently discovered the automated Couch to 13.1 app to help me train. It is much more manageable and motivating than just trying to go out and run on my own willpower.

11:30am | Arrive at June’s with Joaquin in tow for a lunch meeting with an event planner to chat design details for an upcoming wedding we have on the books. I don’t always bring the little one along, but he tends to be requested when a lunch is scheduled. Before I know it he’ll be walking and on the move, so he will definitely not be allowed to tag along, but I enjoy having him by my side for the time being. My favorite go-to dishes: if I’m being bad then the Fried Chicken Sandwich and if I’m being good then the Matzo Ball Caldo, but both always with their skinny cut frites! :)

12:30pm | On the way to my car, I pop my head in Lucy in Disguise to see if there are any new sunglasses or hats I might need to refresh our prop collection. They always have the most unique items in town!

12:45pm | Head back to the house to put down the babe for his nap. This means time for me to catch up on emails and return any phone calls I might’ve missed throughout the day.

2pm | Site visit at Hotel Ella to discuss where the bus will pull in on the lawn for an upcoming event and any inclement weather plans we need to put into place. We will be posted up this Saturday, October 13th for the last game of their Fancy Tailgate Series. Interested in attending and cheering on the Longhorns as face up against the Baylor Bears? Snag your tickets here!

Photo by Jake Holt

3pm | Second site visit of the day to view a fairly new venue, Springdale Station located on the Eastside next door to Friends & Allies Brewery. I am meeting up with the Executive Director of the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation, Central Texas Chapter to discuss having the Vannagram at their inaugural Backyard Ball event geared towards young professionals. This event will incorporate some of our cities finest restaurants, chefs, breweries and live music to raise money for a cause that is near and dear to my heart. We love working with our city’s non-profits to give back to the community that has been so generous to us! If you are interested in attending Backyard Ball on October 18th, you can purchase tickets here!

4pm | Life can’t be all work and no fun! So Joaquin and I head to the park to do his favorite thing: swing! I pop my earbuds in and hop on a work phone call with an event planner for a corporate event we have coming up to coordinate logistics and any creative ways that we can fully customize the bus to incorporate branding into their client’s activation. If we have an evening event, this would be about the time that I would load up the bus and head out.

5:30pm | If we don’t have an event, I begin to prep dinner while Joaquin hangs out in his jumper and watches me. Making dinner is something that I enjoy doing most evenings. I flip on music and get creative by either semi-following a recipe and adding touches of my own to it. Some of my favorite go-to local blogs I get recipes from are: Gourmamanda.com (who is doing a revamp of her website currently, stay tuned!), Camille Styles’ Recipe Files and The Defined Dish. These days I like to choose recipes that are quick and tasty with little clean up so I am a big fan of anything that can be made solely in a cast iron skillet or on a sheet pan.

Roasted Chili-Orange Salmon with Garlic & Green Veggies via Camille Styles 

6pm - 7pm | Dinner, bath time and bedtime routine for Joaquin! Jared and I take turns finishing up cooking our own dinner and getting Joaquin ready for bed. We tag team and one of us puts down Joaquin and the other one handles dinner so that we can eat at a semi-decent hour!

8pm | Finally sit down, eat dinner with the hubs and recap our days.

9pm - 11pm | Tackle any emails I didn’t get to earlier in the day, work on designing photo and GIF templates or putting the finishing touches on a custom backdrop that I am creating for an upcoming event. I always leave my more tedious design work for later in the evening when I can focus and not be distracted.

Vannagram at SXSW 2017 with LeCroix 

11:30pm | FINALLY time for me to kick my feet up and head to bed! Wash my face, brush my teeth and flip on my diffuser to put me right to sleep, errr until Joaquin decides to wake me up!

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Distance covered: 480km | Total: 977km

My last morning in Hungary was a sunny one after small showers overnight. Still it took me a while to leave Baja, as i was busy writing up part one of the journey to Istanbul to make use of the still free roaming (in Serbia my mobile provider charges 5GBP/mb!?!).

Into Serbia

I forgot to havea breakfast and was dead hungry having fallen alseep uber tired and without dinner the previous night. It took me to the next village, the last one before the border, to locate a bistro. That one didn’t have food though other than potato chips. Well, better than nothing. I also had an early beer to fit into the landscape – the place was full with drunk old men. But they were nice and my food/drink was on the house! Off to Serbia…

My first border crossing was smooth (other than locating my so far not required passport in my panniers). Just a curious question from the Serbian border guard as to where i am headed and that was it. I was in Serbia and miles were flying past me. I stuck to the road all the way into the small town Sombor where i finally enjoyed a decent meal.

From there it was a mix of small roads and dirt tracks along corn fields that were being harvested. Quite amazing scenery be it dusty as hell at times.

J just continued to Sivac that day (80km in total) and arrived by nightfall. There were no camping or booking.com options so it was wild camping that night. I did some shopping and picked a spot using google maps satellite.

Situated near a canal a bit off the main road, it turned out more busy than expected. It was dark so i dont know for sure, but i think a harvester broke down and the repair work was pretty noisy. I was tired enough though to fall asleep anyway after munching away my sausage and cheese sandwiches.

Cycling in the rain

I woke up to rain drumming on my tent. I wasn’t in a rush and decided to wait for a dry window and did some planning for my Jan/Feb trip in South East Asia. At least some warm thoughts. By mid day the rain stopped long enough to pack up. Once packed, it rained again. So i rode in full wet gear. It was fine. Not wet. Not cold. Loved the waterproof gloves and trousers Laura and I bought after a pretty wet day up in Aberfeldy, Scotland.

My target for today was Novi Sad. Some 80km to go. I made good progress on the wet roads. That was until i stopped for a coffee and met Miro. He is 70 years old and used to be a Gastarbeiter for 10y in Bonn. We chatted for two hours about his life and mine until we had to say goodbye. Owe him a postcard and thanks for the beer Miro!

Off to Novi Sad

The clouds had vanished by the time i continued and the sun peeked through. Nice. A wet morning makes you appreciate warmer weather even more. Riding was smooth on little roads all the way into Novi Sad, which i reached 75km into my short day. The landscape of endless fields was magnificent and the drivers actually quite respectful towards me cyclist.

In Novi Sad it took me a while to locate my hostel. Either battery dead or no wifi around. Eventually i arrived and got myself sorted. I ended up going for a few drinks with Alexander from Gdansk. He (a lawyer) and his girlfriend (a sound engineer) were on their way back home from a hitchhiking trip through the Balkan’s.

After a beer in the more upmarket Petrus bar we went to another local place for the famous last beer. Well, that was until we met a Bosnian guy with his Serbian friend and another Serbian couple. After some lively concersation in the said bar they dragged us into another Serbian restaurant with traditional local music. It was monday night yet it felt like prime time saturday. It was mainly young people there. Very enjoyable.

Alexander checked out after another beer while i stayed out. We ended up in the appartment of the serbian fellow, a fitness instructor, and continued chatting away. The serbs take hospitality very serious and wanted to make sure i took away some good memories – well, job well done! Thanks guys.

Uphill with sleep deficit

The first people left the hostel already around 8am. Not so my polish friends who also decided to sleep in against their objective of an early start to catch a ride towards poland.

I was slow and still pretty tired when i hit the road after 10am. Worst of all, right after Novi Sad a seemingly endless climb into a smaller mountain range made me sweat. The last thing i needed that morning! Well, at least it was sunny.

After the first 25km and a well deserved downhill stretch i found a nice restaurant in the middle of nowhere. The souo with veal was excellent, but i was dead tired. I cycled a little further and decided to take a nap in one of the fields. Now that felt great.

I must have slept two hours until traktor noise woke me up. I sat up and looked. The farmer was wondering over. Trouble ahead? Quite the opposite. He asked me if i was hungarian or german. I said the latter. He also enquired as to my route in bloody good german and asked me if i eat apples. I said yes and had to follow him to hia trailer full with boxes of fresh apples. I took five and thanked him.

With fresh vitamins in my stomach and sleep caught up the journey to Belgrade continued. Another 50km and it was already after 3pm. Thankfully no more hills, some breaks to rest and overall good speed so that i got to belgrade center before 7pm.

When my 2,500km feel suddenly so little

Once in the center, the routine kicks in. Wifi, hostel, shower… Just this time someone asked if i needed help while looking at my phone. Her name was anne (well, short version) and she is from Belgrade. She was also on her touring bike though not fully equipped. Turns out that she has been riding around europe and asia since 2011 and writes travel novels to make money.

As you can imagine, we had a great conversation. She even invited me for a serbian hamburger (Pljeskavica) before we said goodbye. You can find her travel stories http://www.snezanaradojicic.com. Very impressive. Good luck for your panamerican journey. Am sure we’ll meet again.

A day in the white city – hello Belgrade

The first time i got excited about Belgrade was in a British airline magazine. Their is always a travel colomn which argued that Belgrade is a great destination with fantastic nightlife. Sounds just right! Years later i was finally here. Technically my schedule only had one night here, but intrinsically i had already decided to stay a biy longer and catch up one day by train. No stress.

The first night was quiet after i checked into Yolohostel – central but certainly not one of the nicer ones i been to. Well, a bed is a bed. I enjoyed breakfast on a sunny morning next day and went for a city tour as I usually do. The politics of the region, present and past, are dazzling and the city raised to the ground many a time (one other tourist mentioned 40 times). Definitely a lot of work to do to restore buildings and streets. Maybe joining europe will one day help, but there is the question of kosovo to be solved.

My last morning came quick and I headed for the train station after another breakfast to catch up with my schedule and make it to Niš.

Over to Niš

Serbian trains run very slow and so the two hundred odd kilometres were scheduled to take more than 5 hours. I got round to reading 100 years of solitude meanwhile. Close to Niš, the train crashed into a car that was a bit late on the rail wail crossing. By the time all was sorted with police we had lost two hours more. Should have gone by bike!

The day ‘n night hostel I checked into the evening was very pleasant and well thought out. I met a Turkish guy and we ended up grabbing some food, drinks and chatted away until midnight in the hostel. Great evening and an invitation to Ismir.

Next morning I managed a little sightseeing (yet another fortress) after agreeing to leave my bike in the hostel garage. Probably the safest option in town. I will find out in a week. First back home via Bratislava for a school reunion, time in London and a wedding.

Sultan’s trail (part 2): Crossing Serbia Distance covered: 480km | Total: 977km My last morning in Hungary was a sunny one after small showers overnight.

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