#he spent it napping in his fav spot

[theimperialnuisance]

A happy slightly belated names day to this goober <3 (aka the only wol I have who shares my birthday so he tends to get a shoutout every year XD)

#it's midnight over here #so no longeer 11/12 but still wanted to make a post <3 #hbd Kien!! #Kien Eilath #ffxiv #ffxiv names day! #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv gpose #ffxiv miqo'te #keeper of the moon #miqo'te wol #crystal data center #zalera #he spent it napping in his fav spot #while I spent mine getting surprised with brunch and an escape room XD

[hookingminor]

invisible string - cale makar

a/n: another old fic rewritten for our fav defenseman sorry the gif I found is so large I could not find any horizontal ones I liked that fit my aesthetic rip

word count: 3.6k

warnings: alcohol, very brief mentions of blood/injury

summary: based on taylor swift’s invisible string

-

You were going to miss this park.

Every Saturday afternoon you come here. Most of the time, you spent your day underneath the large oak tree planted in the center of the park, nose deep in whatever book you were currently reading. This month’s choice was I’ll Give You The Sun. Occasionally, you would do homework or take a nap, but your favorite thing to do was read. This oak tree was your favorite spot in all of Calgary, and you were really going to miss it.

After five years in Calgary, you were finally moving back home to Denver. Your family moved around a lot as your dad was transferred frequently, but your true home was Denver. You hadn’t been back there since you were six, but it was still home.

Calgary was always temporary. You knew eventually you’d pack up and leave, your parents dragging you along with them because you were only sixteen and had no choice, but it got exhausting after a while. You just wanted to stay somewhere.

Even though you knew your time in Calgary was limited, it didn’t stop you from falling in love with the city.

On the Saturdays that you spent tucked away underneath the tree, you always let your mind wander into daydreams of meeting someone there. You dreamed of being swept away in a whirlwind of a romance, and it all started with meeting someone at the park. All your daydreams could probably be tied back to the numerous romances you continuously read or due to the fact you longed for a teenage love, but what could you say? You were a hopeless romantic. Maybe it would be someone walking their dog or an afternoon jogger running into you or a lost tourist asking for directions. Either way, you thought it would be the most romantic meet-cute, under your special tree.

Five years passed, though, and your dreams of meeting someone dwindled until the only reasons you went to the park were purely for peace and quiet. Now, you were spending your last day in Calgary in your favorite spot, soaking up the sunshine as you finished your latest book.

On the last page, five paragraphs from being done, you heard a loud scream.

Your head snapped up, concentration broken as you searched around for the origin of the noise. Lo and behold, off in the distance, you saw the form of a boy rollerblading down the bike trail. There must have been some sticks or rocks on the path because the boy kept shouting as he wailed his arms around, unable to stop.

You watched as he continued stumbling for a few seconds before he careened off the trail and into the grass, tumbling onto the ground before rolling into a nearby tree.

Initially, your jaw dropped in shock, a soft gasp escaping as you covered your mouth with your hand. You waited a few seconds, watching for movement, and then you heard the pained groans coming from the injured boy.

The boy gradually pushed himself up by his hands, and you could see the bloody scrapes on his forearms even from your distance away. He slowly got back up on his feet, limping across the grass as he made his way back to the trail.

Not being able to help yourself, you began laughing at his misfortune. Now that you knew he was okay, the screaming and fall replayed in your mind, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the situation.

You thought you were far enough away that he wouldn’t be able to hear you, but you were sadly mistaken. The boy’s head turned to the sound of your laughter, and he followed it until his eyes met yours. You stopped laughing, but the smile on your face refused to fall as you took in his disheveled state.

He watched you try to hide your amused smile to no avail. It only took a few seconds of chuckling while directly staring at him before he returned your smile with one of his own. You saw a flash of teeth and the corner of his lips pulled into a smirk. He gave you one last glance, shaking his head slightly before turning back towards the direction he’d come from. You watched his figure rollerblade back down the path, avoiding the obstructions this time, and disappear from your vision.

The boy rollerbladed to the park the next Saturday. He skated by the same spot where he fell last week and glanced over to the centered oak tree, hoping to see you again, but you were nowhere to be found.

-

Cale couldn’t sleep. It seemed like no matter what he did, he just couldn’t fall asleep. The team had put him in a hotel for a few weeks while they worked on finding him a more permanent residence, but despite the comfort of the hotel bed, he didn’t find the mattress agreeable.

He’d been in Denver for two weeks now and he’d yet to see anything in the city besides the arena. His days were full of hockey practices and meetings, and his evenings were full of extra training at the gym. The latter was his own personal choice; he didn’t want to squander his chance at playing in the NHL and felt that he needed to train a little harder, being new and all.

He tossed and turned in bed for two hours before finally giving up. Sleep obviously wasn’t going to come to him soon, so he might as well kill some time instead.

Pulling out his phone, Cale searched ‘diners near me’ into Google and scrolled through the list of options. He selected the one nearest to him that was also open twenty-four hours, entered the address into maps, threw on a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt, and was out of the door within three minutes.

The chilly, brisk walk to the diner took ten minutes from the hotel. Cale hadn’t been in Denver long, but he knew the weather was going to agree with him, if only because he had so much experience with the bitter cold Calgary winters.

A bell dinged above his head as he entered through the front door. Cale glanced around the small diner, noticing a few old truckers at the counter, a young teenage couple near the window, and a girl his age tucked away into a corner booth writing into a notebook.

A middle-aged woman with graying hair approached him at the front, a menu in her hand.

“Just one?” She asked him, noticing his lost puppy look. Cale nodded his head in agreement, following the lady to a secluded booth.

She set down the menu in front of him before pulling out a mug to pour him a cup of coffee.

“New around here?” She asked him as his eyes read the menu slowly.

“Is it that obvious?” He replied with an awkward chuckle.

“We usually have a small group of regulars. Your ‘deer caught in the headlights’ look is a dead giveaway,” she said with a warm smile. “I’ll give you a few minutes to decide.”

The woman walked back behind the counter, serving more coffee to the truckers. He saw one cook in the back kitchen ,but other than those two, no one else was working. Probably because it was a little past two in the morning on a Wednesday.

He took his time reading over the menu; he couldn’t decide if he wanted a breakfast platter or a nice burger with fries. He’d narrowed it down to two options when he saw you shuffle out of the corner booth, backpack slung over your shoulders.

You walked his way, the only path to the front door was past his table. His eyes connected with yours, and you gave him a warm smile.

Pausing next to his booth, he watched you as you leaned over his shoulder.

“If you’ve never been here before, I highly recommend the caramel and cream cheese French toast. It’s not on the menu, but they’ll make it anyway if you ask. Oh, and get tater tots instead of the hashbrowns, they’re a lot better,” you suggested.

You flashed him a bright smile, and Cale’s eyes lit up. It felt like he’d seen that smile before, an old memory from a dream that he couldn’t quite remember. He wanted to say thank you or maybe ask what your name was, but you continued on your way out the door before he got a chance to reply. His gaze stayed fixed on the swinging bell above the entrance long after he’d watched you turn down the corner and fade into the night.

His trance was broken when he heard the voice of the waitress call out to him.

“So, did you decide on something?” She asked, a knowing grin on her lips.

The two choices Cale was torn between suddenly vanished from his mind; he couldn’t even remember what he wanted to order before you said something. Cale bit his lip and thought about it. French toast really wasn’t on his diet. All he could do was hope that the extra hours he spent in the hotel gym would pay off and negate the sugar-filled and fatty calories he was about to consume.

Closing the menu without a second glance, he turned his attention towards the waitress. “Yeah, I’ll have the caramel and cream cheese french toast with tater tots, please.”

-

Cale was riding high. The team had just made it to the Stanley Cup finals, and no one could contain their excitement.

Going against the advice of their coaches, a few of them had decided to go out to celebrate. It was nothing big, just a small dive bar on the edge of the city. They wanted to celebrate their hard work, not get so trashed they’d be completely useless for practice tomorrow. They still had their toughest games ahead of them.

The bar was quiet, only a few local patrons were there besides the team. If anyone knew who they were, no one approached them about it. The night passed quickly, laughter and cheers filling the small space as pints of beer were drained.

“Makar, grab the next round,” his captain ordered, and he was too happy to do so. Cale was the resident golden retriever on the team. Someone would say ‘jump’ and Cale would ask ‘how high?’ but he didn’t feel used. He loved being a part of a team. So, he made his way across the room to the bar and ordered two more pints.

For you, it had been a hell of a week. And not in a good way. You finished your Bachelor’s degree almost two weeks ago, but the stress didn’t end when you turned in your last finals. Work was awful, but you still had another couple months until you began your life as a real career woman. You were stuck there for the rest of the summer, promising your supervisor that you wouldn’t leave during their busiest season just because you’d graduated even though you really wanted to put in your two weeks. It was a mistake to make that promise.

After spending a day running numbers and creating spreadsheets that a ten year old could’ve done, all you wanted right now was a drink: the strongest drink you could think of. Perhaps an entire bottle of whiskey if they’d allow it. Or if you could afford it.

The minute after your shift was over, you were out the door and removing the suffocating blazer before you’d even hit the sidewalk. You began the familiar route to your favorite bar, being that it was close to work, cheap, and almost always empty.

When you entered the small bar, you noticed it was slightly busier than normal. Still relatively quiet, but busier than you were used to. You didn’t let it deter you as you walked directly to the bar.

However, it seemed the universe wasn’t done punishing you because when you were five steps away from the countertop, someone turned around abruptly. A hard body slammed into yours along with half a pint of beer.

“Oh, fuck me!” You exclaimed in distress, throwing your hands up as the beer splashed all over your blouse.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” The culprit said, setting the beers back on the bar behind him. He reached over to grab a handful of napkins and then began patting furiously at your top.

“It’s fine,” you sighed, “Today just really isn’t my day.” You took the napkins from one of his hands to dry yourself off.

You looked up to face the man who’d drenched you with cheap beer, and you were met with a dazzling pair of blue eyes. They looked familiar, as if you’d seen him before but couldn’t remember where.

He caught your stare, his lips quirking into a smile at the sight of you. Cale felt a tug inside him, like the feeling of butterflies, when he saw your face. Waves of coolness washed over him, and he was lost in your eyes.

“I’m sorry I ruined your shirt,” he said in a daze, unable to look away from you. He really hoped it didn’t come off as creepy, but little did he know you felt the same way.

“It’s okay, I wasn’t attached to it anyway,” you said, all your previous anger leaving your body. It was actually one of your nicer tops that would cost way too much money to dry clean now, but you weren’t thinking about that.

“Do I know you?” You both asked at the same time. The coincidence caused you two to burst out laughing, and he swore he’d heard that laugh before.

“How about I buy you a drink to make up for this?” He asked, beaming from ear to ear.

Your eyes twinkled as you nodded your head, and Cale felt his heart burst at your smile.

-

A year passed in a blurry haze. The night out at the bar turned into a two hour conversation with the stranger who’d spilled beer all over you. He apologized profusely the entire night and introduced himself to make up for it. He only ordered you two drinks, but you spent hours together laughing.

You told him about your hellish day and complained about work, and he recalled the wins and upcoming games he had in the next couple weeks. Soon, you were exchanging life stories and you found out he was originally from Calgary. You discussed your hobbies and interests outside of work, the best movies you’ve seen recently, and where in Denver you could find the most authentic Mexican food.

Eventually, it neared one in the morning, and Cale had to get home for practice in the morning. As much as he wanted to stay longer to talk to you, he knew he had to get going before his teammates ratted him out tomorrow.

“Do you mind if I walk you home?” He asked, the drinks between you finished long ago. It sounded a little odd asking a stranger he just met if he could essentially follow her home, but he hoped he didn’t give off stalker vibes.

“I’d like that,” you replied with a smile. It sounded a little odd agreeing to let a stranger you just met have your address, but something tugged at your heartstrings and told you to take the leap.

When he dropped you off outside of your apartment, he had asked for your number. That night turned into a first date and that first date turned into many dates. Cale easily swept you off your feet, and it was even easier to fall in love with him.

After years of dating the wrong guys, of being burned and cheated on and lied to, the world had sent you the perfect man. A man with a soul equivalent to a thousand beaming rays of sunshine all wrapped up in perfect blonde hair and blue eyes and rosy cheeks.

He did everything for you. He sent you flowers randomly, surprised you with your favorite takeout, and took you on the most extravagant dates. You went to his games, house sat his plants when he was on roadtrips, and left him little notes in his suitcases to find when he was away. You knew within two months of dating that he was the one you were going to end up with. Cale was your forever.

There were no awkward phases in your dating life, no uncertainties or questions about what you were as a couple. Cale was as taken with you as you were with him, and you both knew what you wanted out of your relationship. It felt like you knew each other for years, like he’d always been there in the back of your mind, just out of reach and waiting for you to find him.

You didn’t know how much you believed in fate, but it felt like the universe made him specifically for you. He understood you like no one did and you could communicate with him without ever saying a word. If soulmates and other halves did exist, there was no doubt in your mind that Cale was your missing piece.

It was a year after you began dating that Cale invited you back home with him. He wanted you to spend a few weeks over the summer with him and his family in Calgary.

Cale was elated to introduce you to his family. He planned on marrying you one day, and he wanted everyone to meet the woman who’d stolen his heart. Everything about you consumed him: your hair, your eyes, your smile. There wasn’t a single part of you he wasn’t madly in love with and there was nothing about you he’d change. It was a long time coming, you going home with him, and you couldn’t be more excited about it.

He spent the first few days showing you around his favorite childhood hangouts, the rinks he used to skate on and the pizza places he used to frequent with his friends. He showed you his high school, secret hidden spot near a small lake, and the best ice cream shop in all of Calgary.

It was one day when you were walking through the old park you used to read where you shared your favorite spot.

“When I lived here, I used to spend every weekend under that oak tree,” you said randomly, pointing out to the large tree across the grass.

“Really? I used to rollerblade through this park sometimes. One day I completely ate shit on this path,” he chuckled, remembering the painful memory. “I sprained my wrist and arm. Couldn’t play hockey for three weeks.”

“How old were you?” You asked curiously, thinking back to the day you saw a boy fall.

“Sixteen, maybe?” He replied, brows furrowing in thought. You and Cale were the same age.

“This might sound crazy, but I think I saw you fall that day,” you said. Cale turned to look into your eyes.

“Were you the girl laughing at me under the tree?” He asked skeptically. The blush forming on your cheeks and the way you broke eye contact answered the question for you.

“It was you! I always thought it was rude how you didn’t offer to help me,” he said with a hearty laugh.

“To be fair, I was worried when you fell down. But then you got up and seemed okay, so I didn’t bother,” you said defensively.

“Still, you sat there and laughed at me while I bled on the grass,” he teased, slugging your arm lightly.

“Well, it seems that everything turned out okay for you,” you said, rolling your eyes dramatically.

“Yeah, it did,” he replied wistfully, reaching down to hold your hand with his.

The two of you walked through the rest of the park, but your gaze kept flickering back to the center field where your tree sat, your brain replaying the daydreams you had about meeting your true love underneath that tree. A nostalgic smile spread across your face, and Cale noticed your suddenly cheery mood.

“What are you smiling about?” He asked, a playful grin of his own appearing. He couldn’t help but smile when he saw you smile.

“Nothing,” you replied, keeping the tender secret to yourself.

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Three years later, Cale took you home with him over the short winter break he got while the All-Star Game happened. You walked through the park together, a tradition that you created ever since that first summer back.

The air was cool and crisp, the skies a beautiful shade of purple and pink against the blue background. He led you over to your favorite tree, pulling you from the usual path you took around the park. In all the times you’ve been to the park with him, you’d never actually taken him to sit under your tree.

You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach at the feeling of being in your favorite spot with your favorite person. Your heart rate began to pick up as Cale dropped your hand to stand across from you, giving you a knowing smile.

When he took a step back, you felt the tears begin to well up in your eyes as if your heart knew where this was heading before your brain could process it. Cale lowered himself onto one knee before he pulled out a small velvet box from his coat pocket, opening it to reveal a diamond ring.

The fantasies you created in your mind all those years ago finally came to fruition that snowy day in January. All along you knew that one day you’d meet the love of your life under this tree even if you hadn’t realized it at the time, and you thanked whatever gods existed for the invisible strings that tied you to Cale.

#cale makar #cale makar imagine #nhl imagine #hockey imagines #my writing #avs8

[itsallyscorner]

I’m so happy seeing someone on here give positions the respect it deserved as an album!!! U have no idea!! My fav currently is safety net, so that with Steve 🥺🤝

Aw thank you, hun! And thank you for the request! I’m so sorry it took long, thank you for being patient! I hope you enjoy, happy reading!🥰💛

💌.

safety net

*takes place in like early Avengers. Like First Avenger - Avengers* I’m not sure what this is, but I tried:)

You know you're really something, yeah

How we get here so damn fast?

Only you can tell me that

Baby, 'cause you know I'm coming back

You're making me forget my past

Never thought I’d feel like that again

I came to peace with my path

Now you got me off track

From waking up in the 21st century to becoming the Captain of the Avengers. Steve Rogers felt like time was moving through him. He was just a second on the clock while it continued to tick on to the next second, to a minute, and to an hour. Steve felt lost waking up in the new century. He didn’t know what the world was anymore. From someone who felt as if he had the world in his hands, now he was just a loner in a time he didn’t belong to.

He had no one. There wasn’t anyone in Brooklyn who he recognized. Not the man who worked at the deli, no newsie yelling out the new headline of the paper, not even one of those bullies who’d beat him up in the alleys. There was no Bucky. No sign of Peggy. Just a bunch of giant televisions hung on the buildings of New York and people with their eyes casted upon their phones.

Then he met you. Agent (y/n) of SHIELD. He recognized you as one of the many agents he bumped into when running out of HQ when he first woke up in NY. He officially met you when Fury introduced you to him.

“Captain Rogers, meet Agent (y/n), she’ll be helping you adjust to the 21st century.” Fury stood between you and Steve. While you had a comforting smile on your face, a hesitant expression was on the super soldier’s face.

“Captain Rogers, it’s an honor to meet you.” You stuck your hand out to him for a shake. Steve took your hand a few seconds after staring at it, nodding at you.

“I understand that everything seems confusing and you must be feeling so many emotions right now. But I hope you’ll allow me to help you adjust to the new world. We don’t have to rush into things, we can move at your pace. Whatever you’re comfortable with.” You spoke with such gentleness. For a moment, Steve forgot about the whole situation he was in. All he could thing about during that moment was how comforting your presence was and how safe it made him feel. Maybe a bit too safe.

Though he was timid, unresponsive, and hard to understand, you still stuck around to help him. Not once did you give up on him or missed a day of your sessions together. You were patient with him, even if he would raise his voice in frustration or just look off into space. You were kind and caring. You made sure he was eating well and that his fridge was well stocked whenever you came around. You were too good to him even though he was a complete dick to you.

Steve knew he was acting like a dick, it was a defense mechanism. His walls were built up to the skies, too scared to let anyone in, especially in the new world. But you were persistent. You didn’t let him knock you down with his childish behavior and hard glares. The day he apologized for his actions felt like some weight was taken off his shoulders. He hated being mean to you, you didn’t deserve it. Besides you were only doing your job.

After his apology, your sessions went smoother and Steve was actually learning things about the new world. From modern technology, terminology, pop culture, and operating daily appliances, you’ve basically taught Steve the basics of modern life. The more time you both spent together the more you’ve invaded his thoughts. When you left after sessions, he would reminisce about the light blush upon your cheeks, the way your lips moved when you talked, and how your eyes would connect with his. Sometimes he wondered how your lips would feel against his as he drew you in the brown sketchbook you’ve gifted him.

You were like Advil, you took away the pain and thoughts that racked his brain everyday and when he laid awake in his bed at night. He spent most of his time thinking about the past but when you were around you brought him to now. The world that he was in now. Sure, there was no Bucky or Peggy, but he had you. With you, the 21st century didn’t seem that bad.

I've never been this scared before

Feelings I just can't ignore

Don't know if I should fight or fly

But I don't mind

His feelings for you confused him as much as washing machines did. They just had too many buttons, what was the point of all of them? You could press any of them and they’d all wash your clothes, it’s the same result.

Steve wasn’t sure if he should fear his feelings for you or to follow them. The last time he felt this infatuated with a woman was with Peggy. And seeing how things ended up with Peggy, things weren’t so clear for you as well. Steve wasn’t sure if he was ready for a relationship. From having to adjust to the new world, to SHIELD, and being stuck on the past, Steve had a lot on his plate.

He was scared to break his walls down and let you in. He wanted you to be in his life but he was scared of having to face even more change. Steve tried to ignore his feelings for you, but he wasn’t too good at that either. When he ignored his feelings, you’d still find a way to crawl into his thoughts. Which led to him being frustrated at himself.

“Why do you have that look on your face, Steve?” You looked at him curiously, as you sat across from him. The two of you were in his dining room drinking some coffee that Steve successfully brewed.

“What look.” He gruffed out as he stirred his coffee.

“You’ve been glaring down at your coffee for the past few minutes.” You pointed out before taking a sip from your cup. “What’s wrong? You can tell me.”

“I think you’re an amazing gal and I adore you. And I can’t get you out of my damn head. I don’t know how to think straight without you being present in my mind.” Was what Steve wanted to say. He mentally screamed at himself for wanting to admit such a thing. Instead he ignored his stupid thoughts and tried to avoid your question.

“It’s nothing you need to worry about, (y/n).” Steve shook his head as he sent you a small smile.

You rolled your eyes at him, “Steve there’s obviously something going on on in your head, I’m not forcing you to tell me. But sometimes it’s nice to voice your thoughts, it helps, trust me.” Your hand glides across the table as it settled above his. The warmth from your palm made him feel safe, it was comforting, like a blanket.  

“You don’t need to always keep everything to yourself, Steve. There’s people who are willing to help you and listen, You don’t need to do everything on your own.” Steve feels his hearts race as your hand squeezes his own.

“Doing everything alone is all I know. I mean I’ve always had Bucky, but I just, I’ve always faced things on my own.” Steve explained, the pain could be heard in his voice as he spoke about the past and Bucky.

You nodded understandingly, “I know, Steve. It’s just— If you need anyone to talk to, I’m here for you.”

Mmm

Tripping, falling, with no safety net

Boy, it must be something that you said

Is it real this time or is it in my head?

Got me tripping, falling, with no safety net

Steve allowed himself to be embraced by you. After losing the battle of debating his feelings for you, he realized that he was stupid for pushing away his feelings for you. For once in his life Steve allowed himself to be selfish. He was doing something for him. He liked you and he was going to allow himself to have those feelings for you. No more pushing you away.

You and Steve sat on the couch that was in the living room of the apartment SHIELD had provided him. Unlike the previous months of sitting on separate seats, you guys now shared the couch. The two of you sat side by side in comfort. Steve had laid back on the couch, his legs sprawled in front of him as his hand moved against the paper in his sketchbook. You were facing the window that outlooked the peaceful street Steve lived on. A cup of coffee was in your hands as you stared out the window.

From time to time your shoulder or hand would brush against Steve’s bare arm. The thin material of his short sleeved shirt not doing him any justice, the feeling of electricity rushing through his body made him shiver as goosebumps formed on his skin.

He was discreetly drawing you in his sketchbook. He stole glances at you as you continued to look out the window, eyes slowly drooping. Steve quietly chuckled to himself as he closed his sketchbook and placed it to the side.

“Better not spill all that coffee on my couch.” He teased you with a hint of playfulness in his eyes. You’ve never seen that look in him, usually his eyes were clouded with distraction, longing for something. You’ve always thought that he might’ve been longing for the past, but you could be wrong.

You rest your head on the couch, “It’s not even your couch, Steven.” Steve rolls his eyes and takes your cup from you, placing it on the coffee table.

“It’s still my responsibility.” He watched as you yawned tiredly. You were clearly tired, you had bags under your eyes and you moved slower than you usually did. The only thing to blame was the mission you’ve just returned from.

“You know, you can take a nap if you want. Have you gotten any proper sleep since getting back?” Steve asked as he stood up to grab a blanket that hung on one of his cushioned chairs.

“Does two to three hours count?” You began as he opened up the blanket. “And I don’t want to be a burden Steve, I’m not sleeping on your couch—“ You’re cut off by Steve tucking you into the blanket.

“You’re sleeping here. You’ve been there to help me adapt to the new world and now it’s my turn to help you. So sleep.” He explained with a nod before returning to his spot on the couch.

A few minutes past until he hears you shuffle and suddenly your head is on his lap, “you’re comfier.” You simply say before drifting off.

While you slept before him, Steve couldn’t help but admire the features that graced your face. Every single spot, blemish, the way your eyelashes brushed against the apples of your cheeks, or how your pouty lips were so pink and bright that he wanted to kiss them.

At that moment, as he stared down at you, he realized that he was falling hard, harder than he’s ever fell. But he was okay with it, satisfied actually. He wasn’t hesitant or scared anymore, he was going to jump off from his walls and fall, because somehow he knew you’d be at the bottom ready to catch him. You’re his safety net. 

#ally’s 700 celebration #marvel #mcu #avengers #ally’s requests #chris evans #steve rogers #chris evans x reader #cevans #chris evans imagines #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers headcanon #steve rogers imagines #Steve Rogers fluff #steve rogers drabble #steve rogers one shot #steve rogers fanfic #captain america

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roadtrip headcanons (requested)

i think they’d all have a different vibe and a different energy. i didn’t really rank them best to worst, i just explored what i think the vibe of a road trip with each of them would be like. i also let loose and slipped in some super self-indulgent personal hcs/one-shot au idea that is a WiP about ezra as an intriguing handsome stranger you encounter on your solo cross-country road trip. as a treat. s/o to @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa​ for suggesting whiskey’s fav song.

frankie morales is the road trip king. no matter how spontaneous, frankie can whip a road trip plan together smoothly. he’s got a spacious truck, he’s got a cooler, he’s got the coziest blankets, he’s got the travel pillow, he’s got the camping gear, he knows the best scenic routes, he’s got the best classic tunes, he’s got the best snacks. he makes homemade sandwiches and burritos, wraps them tightly in tin foil. he heats up frozen pizzas, cuts them into slices. he stores it all in the cooler for lunches. when the supply runs out, you gorge yourselves on burgers and fries at roadside diners. but every morning he’ll stop in the nearest town to buy some apples, or some fresh fruit/veg of some kind. if they’re ripe he’ll get avocados that he’ll cut in half for you both to scoop out with a spoon to eat plain while you sit together in the bed of his truck in the shade of a lake you’ve stopped at for the afternoon. but he surprises you with your favourite junk food and snacks. he lets you borrow his cap if the sun is in your eyes; he’s got a spare, more threadbare one in the glove box. he’s low key done the research on the best places for stargazing; you lie back nestled together under a blanket, in the bed of his truck, gazing upwards; you listen as he describes the constellations, tracing them out with his finger.

max phillips. business road trips but max’s...condition necessitates driving at night only. liminal spaces. driving through the night, sleeping in business hotel rooms during the day, dust motes floating in the thin streams of sunlight peeking through the cracks in the curtains you’ve pulled shut. you see incredible sunsets and sunrises from the highway. you also see some undeniably weird shit late at night on road trips with max. he watches you eat breakfast food at 2 am in neon lit 24/7 diners. while on the road he passes you lots of candy throughout the night; he stocks up from the hotel vending machines. but no matter how much caffeine and sugar he tries to fuel you with, sometimes you’re lulled to sleep by the peacefulness. you nestle your head against max’s shoulder; it’s not the most comfortable position to drive in but he can’t bring himself to readjust and shift away from you. solitary brightly lit gas stations that are like an oasis of light breaking the pitch darkness. the two of you feel utterly alone sometimes; the world has shrunk down to only you, max, in this car, driving along this empty, dark stretch of road, a blush of purple on the edge of the horizon signalling the dawn.

based on how oberyn canonically took his daughters to explore an abandoned holdfast, i think his road trip energy would be all about the journey and not the destination. road trips with oberyn and ellaria would be meandering and adventurous. sometimes you’re riding shotgun and sometimes you’re sitting in the backseat with ellaria laid out and napping beside you, sun hat dipped down covering her eyes, her long legs stretched across your lap. if the three of you come across a motel you enjoy he’ll feel no urgency to leave; the days blur together and soon you’ve spent a week soaking up sun by the pool and sleeping in late entangled together in a pile of limbs after long passionate nights. day by day you may not even travel very far; he wants to stop and explore. hike amidst rock formations, swim in hot springs, explore the local museums; whatever catches his or your fancy. if he sees a billboard on the side of the road advertising local caves, or a petrified forest, or hears rumour of nearby ghost town that’s all but disappeared off the map, you’ll suddenly find yourselves veering off down small country roads, hours from the highway, seeking out pleasure, adventure, mystery. 

marcus has a hilton rewards card so you’re staying at hilton garden inns every night. clean sheets. comfortable beds. complimentary breakfast. it’s very pleasant. middle class fancy. holds out his hand for you to drop some snacks into his palm so he can remain focused on the road while you’re both munching. let’s you curate the spotify playlists.

roadtrips with javier are always last minute decisions to just take off, head to a gorgeous but isolated beach you’d heard about that’s a few days from here. he doesn’t get many opportunities for long stretches of time off, so when he does you don’t hesitate. you might not even wait for a rational time to leave. it’s midnight and you guys just speed off into the darkness. you just threw some essentials into a bag, jumped in his jeep, and booked it. you gotta buy toothpaste and toothbrushes at a gas station, and you borrow javi’s deodorant stick because you forgot yours. greasy fast food containers, half-empty cigarette packs, and snack wrappers litter the dashboard. his aviators perched on his nose, one hand resting on the wheel, the other curled around your thigh, javi on a road trip is relaxed. he’s leaving all his burdens, his worries, everything weighing on his chest, all of it, behind him. literally, the more distance you guys put between yourselves and where you were, the more uplifted his spirits. when your favourite song comes on the radio, and you’re shimmying in your seat, he can’t keep his eyes off you, his gaze flicking between you and the road. he sings along under his breath, bobbing his head almost imperceptibly and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, a slow smile spreading across his face.

whiskey pulls up to your house at 5 am on the dot, the obnoxious custom sound of the horn of his bronco rattling the windows and scaring the birds out of the trees lining the street. country music jams ONLY. you argue over his taste in music; does he enjoy being a walking cliche? he will not accept any song that doesn’t have a twang to it. he’d be an aux cord hog if he knew what an aux cord even was. so much for your favourite spotify road trip playlists. “spot fly? spot what fly, where?” still has mixtapes he made himself, the same ones he’s been playing since forever. forces you listen to all his favourite songs, the ones he knows all the words to, while he obnoxiously sings along and ignores your eye-rolling. but he doesn’t ignore how your feet start tapping absentmindedly to toby keith’s ‘whiskey girl’. the corner of his mouth quirks up in a smirk that quickly becomes a broad grin as he reaches over to smack your thigh, laughing he’ll make a country girl of you yet. startled out of your daze, you vehemently deny you weren’t enjoying the song, he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s talking about. he insists he knows the best places to stop, which means you always end up driving far off the highway to some little mom and pop diner that has killer apple pie for lunch. in the evenings you always end up in some honky-tonk bar that’s joined to a motel and yes, there’s line dancing, and yes he manages to twist your arm and convince you to join in. 

ezra…..as a man who’s floated from planet to planet, following jobs and leads, for the better part of his life, he’s found himself smooth-talking his way into being a lot of people’s unexpected travel companion out of necessity over the years. road trip ezra is on the run from someone or something; maybe the law, maybe not. all you know is this beautiful, mysterious stranger you met under dubious circumstances somehow, with his roguish grin and drawling accent, his kind eyes and eloquence, convinced you to let him ride along with you. you ran into him in the grungy diner attached to an even grungier motel in some desolate nowhere town. you recognized him; he’s unmistakably the lone figure on the side of the dusty road, his thumb stuck out, that you drove past yesterday. you’d driven past but that blonde streak had been unmissable and you won’t admit it but you’d felt his gaze on you long after you’d left him in the dust. ezra’s endless chatter on the road isn’t unwelcome; he knows seemingly innumerable facts about local folklore, flora, and fauna, and he never seems to be depleted of stories. you’d made the conscious and contrary decision to make this cross-country road trip alone, rebelling against a lot of cautionary advice, but somewhere along the way loneliness had creeped in under your skin and settled there. this handsome stranger may have an edge of danger to him but later when he’s bringing you to heights of ecstasy in a motel room you won’t give a damn.

maxwell lord flies everywhere in a private jet. the worst.

din djarin’s entire life is basically one long never-ending road trip. but in space. i figure earth-bound din on a conventional road trip would basically be how we see him: no nonsense. no frivolities. no music; travels in total silence. gets where he needs to go. stops for soup, as needed. stops for repairs, as needed. stops to work an odd job with some really sketchy people for some gas money, as needed. din’s road trip energy would be like that john mulaney joke. you’d see the mcdonalds sign lit up and shining in the distance and plead for him to stop so he’d pull into the drive-thru, order one black coffee and keep driving. except if you’ve got the baby with you; he gets a chicken nugget happy meal for the kid. he’s a good papa! and of course you’d get whatever you wanted too, he provides and cares for his loved ones after all.

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[tsukishitstain]

i would like to request a matchup if that’s okay :)) i’m shido (she/her, aLmoST 18), i’m bisexual and i’m a HUGE intp (kenma and tsukki kinnie ouch), pisces sun aqua moon!! i enjoy being alone, napping, smelling good (idk why i’m weird), working out, and listening to music. i have five siblings so the being alone part doesn’t work out much lol. i’m a barista at a downtown coffee house, i love using sarcasm and reaction pics to EVERYTHING, huge dogs (i love all animals but irish wolfhounds are my fav), scary awesome storms, and cooking spicy food (i’m vegan.) i’m about 5’5, lean build with a little bit of muscle, hair dyed black green and purple, and blue-green eyes!!! my style is generally black or other dark colors. i go between wearing oversized mens clothes to wearing short skirts and knee socks, but either way its usually black. i laugh really easily and typically come off as intimidating and reserved, but when it comes to romantic partners i LOVE to care for them and show affection (verbal reassurance, playing with their hair, love letters, cuddling and back rubs, baking for them, spending $$$ on gifts or making them, planning dates and trips). my love language is a mix of physical touch and quality time. i tend to be attracted to people who like to learn, aren’t too emotional, (this is shallow sorry) have dark hair, and won’t be upset that i need alone time. (also men who are passionate and talented and PROUD OF THEMSELVES FOR THEIR ACCOMPLISHMENTS WITHOUT BEING COCKY are sexy-) big turn offs for me are being super clingy, ANY kind of manipulative behavior, conforming to the opinions of others, and (this sounds rude i’m sorry) not being intelligent. also if they try to tell me what to do i’ll slap them <3 my ideal first date would be at home, either watching a horror movie, building a fort to nap in, or making dinner!!! i am so so sorry if this was too much or if your matchups are closed, thank you for reading all this junk!!! take care of yourself :)

omg you sound so cool we would literally be besties irl lol i had so much fun writing this!! and thank you for including so much info!! (also that last part was so sweet of you omg!!! i am taking care of myself and i hope you are too!!!) ok let’s get into it, i talk too damn much lmao

i match you with

Ushijima Wakatoshi !!!

i usually match introverts with extroverts but y’all are so compatible WHERE DO I EVEN START

how you’d meet

i’m taking advantage of the fact that you work at a coffee house (i’m a sucker for the cliche barista x character trope what can i say)

anyways you two go to school together and you know of each other but y’all don’t really interact

until he goes to a coffee shop and recognizes you

he wasn’t big on coffee...until now

and it’s okay that you come off as intimidating because it’s impossible to intimidate this man

the first time y’all talk is kinda anti climatic for the both of you

y’all are just like “don’t we go to the same school? oh cool haha anyways what can i get for you today?”

but secretly after that first interaction butterflies are forming for both of y’all

he finds himself going to get coffee more often than usual and still you two don’t really interact that much, so he’s not really sure how to approach you again yet

y’all have probably talked a few times at the shop and it’s only ever small talk like

but when he’s out jogging after school to get some fresh air and clear his mind, he sees you jogging around the same corner

his heart is beating so fast!! this is his opportunity

he goes up to you and is like “what a fortunate coincidence to see you outside of work, maybe we can make it happen again? would you like to hang out sometime?”

relationship dynamics

ok so with two introverts in this relationship, things are steady but not boring!! don’t confuse the two

you’re the slightly chaotic one in the pairing and because he’s kind of dense sometimes, you find his reactions to be hilarious

you two respect each other so much like the respect he has for you and vice versa is incredible

you would literally never have to deal with him crossing any boundaries you have

he’d never be manipulative or controlling when it comes to you

also he’s dense but not dumb!!! you two could hold intellectual conversations often and every time you have one of these conversations, you’re reminded of just how smart he actually is

he also loves the deep convos y’all have because he’s always learning something new (and so are you)! he loves hearing you express your perspective on things

and since the both of you are introverts, y’all understand that you both need alone time occasionally

he’s not clingy at all and whenever you need alone time he’d probably just busy himself with work

possible relationship issues

ok so there are a few conflicts that could potentially arise

let’s start with something light hearted!!!

as we all know, he can be dense at times so your sarcasm might not always reach him

and while dense ≠ dumb, i feel like sometimes it might be a turn off for you when he’s dense to the point where he looks dumb (sorry that’s kinda mean to say about him lol)

another thing that i feel like could be an issue (albeit not a huge one) is your love language

you love to give gifts but i feel like there might be times you feel underappreciated because of his reactions :/

like say it’s his birthday; you spent months planning something and spent your entire paycheck to buy it, you’d expect him to have some type of positive reaction to it, right?

well when he receives the gift, he just says “thank you” with a blank expression while opening it and gives you a kiss on the forehead afterwards

like it’s not a big deal that his reactions are anti climatic at first, but after a while it might make you feel as though your energy and efforts aren’t being reciprocated

what he loves about you

he LOVES the fact that you like to work out

this is so cliche but idc yall would totally go on gym

dates and get brunch together afterwards (how cute is that omg!!!)

omg something cute that he absolutely adores about you is the way you smell

if you’re the type of person who loves to try out new lotion or perfume scents (even something as insignificant as hand sanitizer) he’s the first to notice

like if before you two are eating lunch and you offer him some of the hand sanitizer you carry around he’d be like “oh is that a new scent?”

or when y’all are cuddling and he can smell the lotion on your skin

he’s obsessed!! every time y’all cuddle you notice he’s always inhaling your scent

he loves that it’s so easy to make you laugh!!! sometimes he might not understand what he did to make you laugh or why it’s funny, but he’s just happy you're laughing

hearing your laughter literally makes his heart warm and if you’re quick enough, you can spot his face that’s adorned with eye crinkles and a soft smile

when you’re in a goofy mood you’d laugh at everything he does because he’s so funny without even realizing it

oh and good thing you like wearing oversized clothes because ushi loves seeing you in his stuff

doesn’t matter if it’s just you wearing his shirt to bed, he loves it

he would especially love coming home after practice to see you in the kitchen making dinner or just lounging on the couch in the living room with his clothes on

you would look so ridiculous(ly adorable) in his clothes, he can’t help but to laugh when he sees you sometimes

oh and another thing!!! back rubs!!!

sometimes he practices to the point where he overworks himself not only mentally but also physically so it’s not surprising that he always has sore muscles in one place or another

your back rubs would be on his mind as he pushes himself in the gym!!!

“one more rep then i get to come home to her back rubs” is what he tells himself (too cute my heart is bursting!!!)

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a/n #2: haha i wrote so much but you gave me so much to work with so i had a lot to cover (which is a good thing btw) i know i already said this in the first a/n but i literally love that you included so much info!! usually people are hesitant to send a lot of info bc they feel like they’re rambling but those are the best requests tho because the more you ramble the more i know about you and the more i can write!!

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[tinytourist]

Thankful 4 Welly

In an attempt to celebrate Thanksgiving, be it a week late, the Americans met up in Wellington. Wednesday night was the Wellington’s office holiday party which Greg and I just caught the end of.

On Thursday, Greg, Evan, and I joined Porter to work out of the office. It was not my most productive day. Around 11 we joined in on a trivia session, and then we played with the office’s tough rugby team. For lunch I met up with Mary, who used to work in the SF office with me. We ate on the waterfront and traded stories about what it was like being ex-pats in NZ during this wild year.

I had to work late since I did nothing in the morning. When I finished up, I walked back along the boardwalk and met up with the rest of the group for sushi in Te Aro. Afterwards, we went to Heyday where we got flights of gin and beer. The vibes of the brewery reminded me of the US. I felt like we could’ve been in Denver as we sat at picnic tables listening to classics, the space illuminated by string lights. We ended the night with a few rounds of spicy uno back at Porter’s.

We all took Friday off to explore Wellington and be together. The first place we went was Zealandia which is a huge wildlife sanctuary in the center of Wellington. We spent several hours there walking through the trees and birdwatching. The main finds of the day were the tuis, kākās, shags, quail, and ducklings. We also got to see tuatara which are reptiles that are endemic to NZ and descendants of dinosaurs.

Porter peeled off to go help Anna with dinner while the rest of us continued on to the botanical gardens. We spotted a dope playground and rushed to try it out. Evan was being grumpy and made fun of us for wanting to play until he saw how much fun we were having. Reluctantly, he joined us and partook in the activities. We continued through and ended up in the rose garden. From there, we walked back towards town.

We stopped in Midnight Espresso for a little snack and coffee to reenergise us for the night ahead. I was really into the vibe of this café. They had quality fresh juices, a wide variety of vegetarian snacks, and good coffee. It was just what I needed.

After that we freshened up and met at Porter’s for a big Thanksgiving dinner. Anna cooked up a comforting spread of Mac n’ Cheese, stuffing, twice baked potatoes, garlic bread, duck, and more. You could tell that the food was good because several of us were forced to take cat naps after dinner. To end the night and work off some of the calories, Greg, Porter, and I hiked up Mount Vic to see the stars and look out at the city.

The next morning we met at Porter’s to have a leftovers brunch before walking to Oriental Bay to enjoy the beach. We sat down on benches facing the water and were immediately pelted with sand being swept off the beach from big gusts of wind. Finally, we were experiencing the classic Welly weather.

We hid for cover in Te Papa, NZ’s national museum, where we learned more about kiwi birds and saw giant lifelike sculptures of soldiers. We grabbed a cup of coffee at the café before beginning our beer crawl. Mary met up with us at the second of four bars. We enjoyed trying a variety of local brews and vibed with the hip Welly scene. Evan even bought a shirt to rep his fav brewery, Garage Project.

The next day we met up at the farmer’s market, where we admired all the fresh fruits and veggies for sale. There was also a block of diverse food trucks to get lunch from. We did several laps through before choosing the best options. I ended up getting a juice and splitting a bao bun, potato swirl, and fried noods with Al. It was a swell way to end our time in Welly.

#new zealand #Wellington

[lovedangel]

okay but that hickey pic makes me think it really is Harry's fav spot like he might've spent his teenage years laying on his belly while napping also I hate this is too tender also I hate them

#IT'S 1AM I DON'T WANNA THINK ABOUT THINGS #pigeon post

[aureliasaid]

Four Dalmations

Croatia June 14-22, 2019

Quick summary - 7 days in the Dalmatian Coast - 2 nights in Spilt, 2 nights in Hvar, 3 nights in Dubrovnik. Weather was incredible with blue skies every day, highs in the 80s and lows in the 70s. Much warmer than I expected as winds were nil. See final thoughts after.

Saturday, 6/14

Landed Dubrovnik after a new direct flight from Philly (which apparently is a big deal as all the Croatians knew about and asked us about it. Maybe the only direct flight from the US.) We were driven to Spilt to start our journey. About a 4 hour drive (and through the odd little stretch of Bosnia, which is a pain for passport checks,) it is very picturesque along the coastline seeing the water the entire time, the oyster “fields,” the agricultural valley, and vineyards all along the way. Also lots of open mouth naps en route.

We arrived to a very crowded Split...can’t imagine July and August. We were staying at the Hotel Vestibul, which is a unique and modern very small hotel carved out of the vestibul of the Diocletian Palace, a huge walled former palace of the Roman Emperor Diocletian, built around 230 AD and now Spilt’s Old Town. In the Dark Ages, it became a village within the walls and remains the old town today full of narrow passageways and charming nooks and piazzas. You can dodge the crowds once on the interior away from the Dalmatian singers, cruise ship crowds, weekenders, and waterfront. Once inside, you will find a sophisticated and hip world full of restaurants and shops and millions of sobe (rooms.) The Croats are not dumb with every enterprising option possible for travel to the islands, activities, açaí bowls, etc.

Tip - I’m not an AirBnB person, but Europe apparently is a great place to do it as they are all supposed to be quite nice.

A mix of all its past history, Croatian food illustrates this as evidenced on the menu. Lunch was the highlight after long travels and the hotel suggested Uje Oil, clearly a modern enterprising owner (tapas like olive oil bar) where we landed at an outside table for a perfect meal of trying the Croatian favs including Italian-like arugula pesto pasta, sausages showing the Hungarian influence, and pasticada, the traditional stew over gnocchi for a mix of the two. Known for its wines, fun fact is that Croatia has been traced as the origin of the Zinfandel grape. We dove in with a light white from Istria, the Malvasia grape. Perf. nap. Eat again at Brokeria, a very hip, casual buzzy spot inside the palace walls. A sparkling rose from Istria from the Tehran grape, octopus on the grill, pasta with truffles (in season and not crazy expensive like in Italy,) smoked seafood risotto and sea bass over a cauliflower mash. Nice. (Others to consider are Zoi and Paradox.)

Sunday, June 16

Maja #1 (pronounced Maya - 30 letters in the Croatian alphabet with lots of consonants) met us at 10am for a historical tour of the Diocletian Palace and surrounding area which was quite interesting taking you from the evolvement of all of the Croatian history from the late Roman Empire, to the Dark Ages of the Barbarians to the Middle Ages of the Christians to the Renaissance of the Venetians Empire, through to a short stint of the Napoleonic French through the Austrian Hapsburgs. (Oh and home to some of the Game of Thrones filming.)

Afterwards, we went to the Kozjak Mountain slope around the Kastel township for a private lunch. Most interesting was listening to Maja talk about where she lived. Her family was originally from the area, but her parents had left and moved to Sarajevo for better work opps. Their summer home was still in the area. When the war broke out with Serbia in 1992 invading first on the Dalmation coast, they told family to move to Sarajevo. That was poor advice as then the Serbs invaded Bosnia and Sarajevo. Her family escaped Sarajevo back to the coast. In this area, you typically lived in good size homes, but of several apartments with other family members, with your own bit of olive trees, maybe fruit trees (cherries in season now,) small vineyard, etc. Enough to make your own of each (or have small producers make for you.) Lunch setting was in a peaceful (Biblical) park with a vineyard and church backdrop. The weather was gorgeous, but hot. The five course meal was remarkable with local pairings of wine. Most notable was the Zinfandel and various types of posip and plavac mali wines.

Back for down time, which Relia and I spent in Zara before we reworked our plans of going to Dvor restaurant on the coast and hiring a boat to take us to Trogir, Croatia’s Little Venice. An small island about 30-40 minutes by car and the same by 20’ center console boat, it is a large marina area, much like the old town of charming limestone mass of buildings and not quite as crowded. The recommended restaurant of TRS was booked, so we landed at Trogar, our chef of the day’s restaurant. It was marginal at best, surprising given the sophisticated and creative meal at lunch, but Robert made us welcome with his final offer of carob rakija liquor. (Other restaurant options suggested was Alka and Marijana.) Back to Split by Uber, plentiful and cheap and always an unusual sensation to me at home and really strange overseas. To bed.

Monday, June 17

Thomas, the Atlantic Marine outfitter skipper met us at the town port just in front of the main gate and Hotel Vestibul entrance in a 25’ motor boat. A two hour ride to the Pakleni Islands off Hvar Island for sun and fun. First swim spot was Stonica, (loved the circled up catamarans pumping pop music for a week of partying. On then to Palmizana Island that has 3 restaurants - we chose the Langanini Bar for lite bites, cabanas, bean bags, and tree cabanas. Most expensive meal yet! but a great change up of Asian food. We headed for Havr Grad (town) to check into the Adriana Spa Hotel, right on the main harbor riva (promenade.) Quite modern, perhaps OTT and thus lacking in some practicalities and maybe Fodor’s is right that it sometimes misses on the 5 star with just small hiccups.) BUT still very lux, sleek and incredible views. We didn’t spa, but it seemed top notch if you like that. Serious breakfast buffet included.

Met our guide at 5pm for an 11k walk to the abandoned village of Malo Grablje for a special dinner at the “home” of a former resident’s whose son opened a restaurant here 10 years ago. The hike was beautiful along the coastal path, but could be shortened by taking a car to the path rather than walking from the hotel. Also would be cooler at this hour since the road is exposed to the afternoon sun and rather toasty. Eat a snack before you go and it is rocky so sturdy shoes. The village was just left by all the inhabitants in the 1960s and now too many family members own the buildings, so they can’t agree on selling anything.

The meal was spectacular with the traditional one pot dish slow cooked in the coals of Peka made with veggies, meats (ours was lamb and veal) or seafood, house made wine and warm just-made sugar coated almonds with Proshec (carob liquor) to finish. Taxi home for sure.

Tuesday, June 18

We met Filip, [phone], our new skipper who was funny and confident with incredible English learned from gaming on War Craft. Off to the Blue Cave, which is a grotto from the volcanic island of Bisevo of incredible blues from the light seeping in under the rock formations. Beautiful and unique, but skippable. Its crowded, though they move the small touring boats along quickly.

We were ready to escape the crowds and swim, so we toured rugged and cave areas of Vis and then to Stinivia cove for a swim. Fairly crowded and the water some debris since its a cove, but still the Adriatic color and temp is totally refreshing. The bathing suit and nationality watching is unending entertainment.

Though there is a small cafe there, we bailed and headed to the port town of Vis Grad which Filip described as large, but was actually small and rather sleepy. He made quick reservation at Tavern (Konoba) Vatrica, which was perfect. Covered terrace on the waterfront, casual with ham and cheese, grilled prawns, salad with creamy feta, Vis rose...perfect. Back for a few more swims at yesterday’s caves by way of the WWI tunnels and lookout plus the WWII submarine tunnel hideout since it was an allied base. The Yugoslavs took it over as there military areas post war.

Cleaned up and a drink in the Hotel Top Bar for the views, a few hands of cards and then a walk to the sunset and apres beach scene at Hula Hula. Def. a scene with bride tribes and more. Canceled our dinner at Gariful - tired of sit down spots and headed to Filip recommended Lola, a small, back street, alley outdoor cafe of excellently prepared “street food”, action packed with the young and DJ thumping remix 90s tunes. Filip also recommended Passarola, a cool and hip looking restaurant off the town square alley with several terraced garden spaces. Would have been perf if we wanted a less casual spot. Back for a rooftop finale round of cards...can’t get enough of the view.

Wednesday, June 19

Yay! Back in the boat with Filip to head to Dubrovnik by way of Korcula, Orebic, and Ston. Korcula, home of Marco Polo and the Silk Road, is a charming town and would be a great place to stay a night or two. Then onto Orebic, on the Peljesac peninsula, considering the best wine growing region in Croatia. We had a stop for a wine tasting at Korta Katarina, a winery estate and lux hotel started by Americans. It was interesting, but unless you are really into wine, skippable. On to Ston, home of the best oysters in the world. A short boat ride to an oyster farmer’s private island to learn about how the oysters are grown, and then a delightful starter of oysters and huge pot of mussels alla buzzara (in white wine, olive oil, garlic and onions) under the shade by the water. Also homemade wine and myrtle berry infused grappa, a very typical aperitif throughout. D.I.V.I.N.E.

Back in the van for an hour trip along the coastline to Dubrovnik. If you thought Spilt was crowded, wow. Though a much smaller city than Spilt, it feels WAY more crowded and much more intense because of being located on the hillside as well as the old city attraction....not to mention the Game of Thrones/Kings Landing magnet.

A reservation mix up which had us for 3 nights at the Excelsior Hotel, switched us to their sister hotel Bellevue. Our Croatian travel agency Calvados Club upgraded our rooms significantly as a result and while it is a 20 minute walk to town vs. a 5 minute walk, it is a smaller hotel, larger rooms and totally renovated on a gorgeous cove that made it feel very private (despite the public beach - all Croatian beaches are public.) Lovely indoor pool, unreal views, very hip and cool. We may have turned out better in the long run.

Poor planning on our fault when we booked the Michelin starred restaurant in Dubrovnik - 360 - for dinner after the oyster and mussels fest. But we were ready and it was quite the gastronomic affair with delightful views and service.

Thursday, June 20

Maja #2, met us to take us to the 3 hr kayak tour from the old city by Fort Lovrijenac around the island of Lokrum and back. Very fun. A few dips and viewing of the nudie beach...a head shaker for me. We walked home so Will could grab a recommended xxxcici sammy while the rest of us ate at the Bellevue beachside cafe and lounged Adriatic style at the Bellevue carved out private beach with umbrellas and chaises, and beach boys while watching the cliff jumpers and reading on the rocky beach. The water temp is just perfect and the water is incredibly clear. I am a huge Adriatic fan.

Maja picked us up at 4 pm for a walking tour of the Old Town concluding with the one mile walk around the city walls for amazing views of the yachts, charming houses, islands and Adriatic. Ready for another break from traditional food and restaurants, we hit a bar on the water built into the walls before having “CroAsian” food at Azur in one of the back/side streets. It was casual and delicious. Highly recommend.

Friday, June 21

Off to the Konavle valley, also known for its wineries and vegetable fields, and fruit orchards to Grude for biking through the countryside and vineyards. Gorgeous backdrop of the stone mountains, cypress trees and once gain crystal blue skies. This area was so named for its system of canals used to irrigate the crops....Roman aqueducts brought water to the area. Very bucolic and well known for its wine and history. A two hour on and off road before meeting Maja to go to a local farm in Cilipi at the home of Marin Vukorep ([email protected]) for a delightful meal very similar to Malo Grablje, but maybe more fun with everything consumed from the farm (prosciutto, goat cheese, bread, olive olive, vegetable purée soup, peka, red and white wine and over 10 homemade rakija varieties with fig, walnut, apricot, etc. Lots of fun - gorgeous setting, relaxing, interesting and another gorgeous day. Debated going to the seaside town of Cavtat, but too full and sleepy!

Back for more Adriatic indulgence and a regroup on dinner (again) after such a large lunch. Bailed on Posat wanting a casual place and discussed Bar Bota for mussels, Kamenice, Tabasco pizzeria, Taj Mahal Bosnian food and Levanat in the Lapad area, but ended up at Mea Culpa pizzeria in the Old Town which was perfect. And that’s a wrap.

Saturday, June 22

Well, not quite as William and I were awaiting the Fort opening at 8am to check it out since we could still use our wall ticket. Check. So long for now.

Final thoughts - We loved everything we did, where we stayed, food and history. The two things we might have changed were the Blue Cave and wine tasting. Everything else was great with enough time to sightsee and yet enjoy the summer time water activities. We might change a few things, but it really depends on one’s MO. We might have stayed in Trogir or Hvar and done a day boat trip to Spilt and Trogir for at least 3 or even 4 nights in the islands perhaps with an overnight in Korcula and maybe just two nights in Dubrovnik. The history is incredible dating back to the Greeks and Romans and throughout right up to modern day with the too recent Yugoslav wars. Mid June is already packed and I would not even think about going in July or August unless you stay on a boat or in the islands. May would be too early for me to enjoy water fun, but Sept should still be very good. Plus July and August would be really hot. Climate is just like NC - hot and humid with lots of the same vegetation. The Croatians are very proud of their country and really do tourism well. It is not a sophisticated 3rd world country like Italy, though there probably is still lots of government corruption and low wages. It is a energized and modern that is savvy about its tourism.

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Ben Being on Vocal Rest Headcanons

Warnings: fluff and the tiniest hint of smut, maybe a few swear my perfect wifey dearest, @radicallyred​, suggested this in our discord chat and i volunteered as tribute to write this! I may lowkey get outta hand with this one, so it’ll probs be longer, e n d m y e x i s t e n c e TAGS: @problematicc-favs​ @flowreatr​ @jaredstrashcan​ DA MASTERLIST Y’ALL

So your boyfriend, Ben Platt, is on vocal rest for a week and it started yesterday—Sunday, August 20th, 2017

It was somewhat funny to you because he had to carry around a whiteboard, marker and eraser

ya know, so he could still communicate with people when you two were out in public

Anyways, sometime Monday morning you were in the kitchen (of your condo/hotel room/wherever you two are staying), making him some tea that would help him when he woke up

then you heard your phone ding with a text

it was from Ben and it read:

Hey, (y/n), where did you go? I wake up and you’re gone :(

You chuckle to yourself and text an answer: I’m sorry, sweetheart, I was in the kitchen fixing some ginger root tea for you to drink

A moment after you send the text, you hear Ben getting out of bed and then hear his footsteps approaching the kitchen

Your lips curl into a tender smile as you look over your shoulder and see him, whiteboard in tote

Rolling your eyes, you say, returning your gaze to the tea you were making for him and yourself, “You didn’t have to get out of bed, y’know. I was going to come back with the tea”

Ben walks up to you and hugs you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder; you could feel him shaking his head no

“I’m serious, I swear I was coming right back after I fixed the tea, you goofball”

He nods, producing a low, almost inaudible hum; this signals that he knows you were telling the truth, but he still wanted to get out of bed

“Don’t hum either, Ben. No noises come out of you for an entire week, remember” you scold him for humming

Ben pulled away from the hug and writes on the whiteboard, “But (y/n), it was just a barely audible hum, I think that’s fine maybe like once or twice”

Rolling your eyes you answer, “No, it’s not fine. You were told not to make any sounds and I’m gonna make damn sure you don’t! Can’t have you damaging the gorgeous voice I love hearing so much now can I?”

At this point, you turn to face him and gently touch his cheek, flashing him a toothy, sweet grin

For a moment, Ben forgot to breath; you were always so nice to him and looking out for his health, even when he wasn’t

Erasing his previous words, he replaced them with new ones, “You’re right, doll”

“Damn right I’m right, Platt,” you answer, grabbing your and his cup of tea then pressing a kiss to his cheek, “Now, want to come sit in the den, watch tv, and drink your tea?”

He nods and follows you into the living room; he nestles on the couch right beside you, on your left so he could write something if need be, and places his communication method on the coffee table in front of the couch

Once you’ve both settled into your spots, you hand him his cup of tea, warning, “It’s hot, be careful, honey”

Ben gives you a sarcastic “ya don’t say?” look as he takes his cup into his hands

“Look, I gotta warn people, okay? Last time I didn’t, Will broke one of my teacups like the dork he is”

The two of you laughed, Ben obviously laughing silently, at the thought; Will was hilarious

The two of you sip on your tea as you watch Criminal Minds for the remainder of the morning and well into the early parts of the afternoon

At one point during the afternoon, Ben wrapped his arms around your shoulder as he scooted closer to you, leaning his head on yours

After he does this, he reaches for his whiteboard, grabs it, brings it onto his lap and starts writing, “That ginger root tea was delicious, thanks baby”

You smile as you read that and reply with a sweet, “You’re welcome, Benny, anything to help you get better”

“Have I ever told you how much I appreciate and love you?”

“Yeah, quite a few times. I think everyone’s sick of you gushing how amazing I am backstage that’s how often you do it, Ben”

You could hear him rolling his eyes as he erased the board and writes, “I’m not apologizing for gushing over the best thing to happen to me. I will keep doing it”

A laugh erupts from your throat, “Will’s gonna flip a table if you keep doing it”

“And? He’s just jealous that I napped the hottest, chillest, awesomest, most caring person.”

“Awww, that’s sweet, Ben”

“It’s the truth” he writes back, writing truth in big letters and underlining it

You roll your eyes and say that he is just saying that to flatter you, that you certainly aren’t the hottest, or the chillest, or the awesomest but that you try to be the most caring

His marker clatters to the whiteboard as his hand shoots to your face and forces you to look at him; once you were looking at him, he mouths slowly, “You are all of those things, (y/n). And I love you with all my heart”

Oh, OH, O H!

Your heart melts as you read his lips; you answer with a shy, little, “…oh… wow… th-thanks Ben…”

This adorable man gives you the single, cutest, most heart-stopping smile that could be mustered on this earth as he just softly pulls you into a kiss

Kisses with Ben were almost always sweet to the core, and this one was no different

oKAY, so it may have been a bIIT different, mAYBE!

But Ben swears it was only cuz he couldn’t voice anything how he felt for you in that moment and just writing that ish down for you to read would nOT cut it for him right then

The arm around your shoulders falls down to your waist and he pulls you closer to him on the couch

tHe KiSs Is LiKe HeLLa SLow bUT hELLA iMpAsSiOnEd, yA GEt mEE?

Ben is like pouring all the feelings he couldn’t articulate to you at the time into this single kiss:

How much he adores you, how much he truly loves you, how beautiful you are to him, how much your love and company mean to him, how much he wishes to stay with your for the rest of his life—the whole nine yards of mushy sHIt you can say to the one you love with all your heart

YOU WERE DYING!!!

Instinctively, your hands dart to his hair, fingers combing through his silky soft hair,

which caused a pleasured sigh to escape him through his nose

Soon you two were completely lost in the kiss, your hands in his hair and one of his hands still cupping your cheek and the other still around your waist

You are so lost in the bliss that you neither hear Ben’s whiteboard and marker clattering to the floor as it fell out of his lap, nor do you feel him tugging your body down on top of his

Subconsciously, you hands eventually slide out of his hair, down the back of his neck whereupon reaching the nape of his neck, they go their separate ways as they traced along the tops of Ben’s clothed shoulder-blades over his shoulders and down to the center of his chest

Okay, now you need oxygen and are the first to reluctantly pull away from your heated kiss

It is then that you realize you’re straddling Ben and you look down at him in confusion, asking, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, when the heck did this happen?”

Playing coy, Ben shrugs his shoulders before using the hand that had not left your face to comb some hair out of your face; so your (h/c) locks wouldn’t obscure your gorgeous (e/c) orbs from his longing gaze

You blush a bit, realizing the loving and pinning gaze your silent boyfriend was giving you

“You did this while I was lost in the kiss, didn’t you?”

With an slightly devious, but overall loving, smile, Ben nods

You gasped and gently slap your hand against his chest, blushing and looking away, “Ben! You devil”

Reaching over the edge of the couch, Ben retrieves his whiteboard and writes, “Well, what can I say? I like it when you straddle me, doll”

“You are such a sub, Ben,” you groan, winking at him

He erases and writes, “It’s sexy for you to be in charge, okay? Sue me!”

You smile down at him, shifting your hips and watching him bite his lower lip hard to refrain from making noises

“I know you find it incomprehensibly sexy when I’m in charge, Ben. Which is why you’re hard right now, huh?”

A blush rises on his cheeks and he quickly writes, “Okay, maybe! And most of that excitement came from the kiss! I promise!!”

“Looks like we got a situation on Aisle 23 that needs to be immediately subdued. I repeat, subduing needed on Aisle 23 immediately” you say as you start to remove your clothes

BEN AL MO ST SCREAMED

And the rest of the day was spent dealing with The situation on Aisle 23 over and over again because Ben kept finding ways to kiss you and get you to straddle him

I HAVE DONE IT!! HERE IS MY SHITTY SIN FOR MY BEAUTIFUL, AMAZING WIFE!!! AND TUMBLR/DISCORD FAM! Hope y’all like it, this was too fun to write. kILL ME! Also you get the Aisle 23 joke? BECAUSE BEN IS 23?! AAAAAHHHH i’m gonna go kill myself now for making that shitty fucking joke.

#ben platt x reader #ben platt #dear evan hansen #dear evan hansen imagine #headcanon #deh cast #vocal rest #result of discord coversations #tumblr fam #will roland #mike faist #laura dreyfuss

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j*n f*vreau can‘t read, a fairytale

Lovett: You have six meetings today, 213 emails to respond to—

Favs: Oh no, this is true, this is true! Tell me, how can you help, how can you help?

Lovett: —72 books you told yourself you'd read one day—alright, that doesn't feel like Jon—

Favs: No.

(Blinkist ad, LOLI, 9/30)

Once upon a time there was a simple woodsman named Jon who offered shelter to a small ill-tempered bear in a snowstorm. The bear lumbered over to the fire and settled down as if he owned the place. The next morning, he was still there, snoring by the embers and snorting resentfully when Jon gently tried to wake him up. Finally the bear shambled outside the hut to write a message in the snow explaining that while temporarily ursine, he was actually a prince suffering under an unfortunate enchantment.

"Wow," said Jon, staring with total incomprehension at the pretty patterns in the snow, "you are one smart bear."

I'M NOT A BEAR, wrote the bear. MY NAME IS LOVETT.

"What a good bear!" Jon praised him, because he loved all living things, unless they were scary. "What a good boy, making pictures in the snow!"  

The bear rolled his eyes and padded down to the creek to break a hole in the ice and scoop up some fish for their lunch. He spent the rest of the day napping by the fire.

"You can stay if you want to," Jon told him. The bear grunted companionably. He'd been planning to move on to the nearest city to research reversal spells, but he’d always had a soft spot for the handsome outdoorsy type.

Months passed and the bear didn't leave. He was a pleasant roommate unless he was woken up or rebuked for knocking furniture over or prevented from eating all the berry preserves in the pantry. Jon got used to leaning against him while sewing homespun garments or petting his curly, disheveled pelt while articulately explaining his ideas for a better world. The bear was impressed by the woodsman's natural eloquence and decided to teach him to read.

So as the days grew warmer, the bear arranged sticks and stones to form letters and did his best with sound and movement to convey their meaning. Jon was initially confused by the bear's odd contortions and vocal repertory of grunts and clicks, and more than a few lessons ended with the bear throwing all the sticks in the air and going off to sulk. It was all worth it, though, the day the bear used a piece of charcoal to write HONEY on a wood plank and Jon realized that his friend wanted him to climb a tree and get stung by bees just so he could have a snack. Jon didn't even mind the pain––he was too excited about their new mode of communication. "You're so good at messaging," he told the bear, who hummed appreciatively back at him with a mouth full of honey.

Now that Jon could read a little––albeit slowly and with mistakes––the bear could try to explain who he truly was. He could ask Jon for his help reversing the spell and then return to his castle to take up his princely responsibilities again. But these golden summer days with Jon were so sweet. Lying on the sunny bank of the creek, Jon resting his head on the bear's side, the bear couldn't bring himself to ruin their idyll.

Then Jon made the long trek into town for supplies and came back the next day looking worried. As he unpacked—he'd brought a pencil and paper as presents for the bear—he explained that their new ruler was an evil man who'd been doing untold harm to the kingdom. Guilt coursed through the bear. This must be the very usurper who had enchanted him, and he'd spent the summer dallying while his people suffered!

Quickly, he took the pencil in his jaws to write out the truth. AND NOW THAT FALL IS COMING I MUST LEAVE, he finished sadly.  

Jon read slowly, doing the best he could. When he got to the end of the bear's story, he threw his arms around him. "I didn't realize you fell out of a magic castle and now our king is turning you into leaves," he said. "I'm so sorry, bear."

The bear was so frustrated by Jon's poor reading skills that he started to cry.

"My poor bear," said Jon.

The bear sniffled and wrote I'M LOVETT, underlining it three times.

"You love me?" Jon asked. "Oh bear, I love you too!"

At the words "I love you," the spell was undone. The bear was transformed from one small angry creature to another.

Jon's jaw dropped. Standing in front of him and fuming was the most captivating young man he had ever seen.

"I said, call me Lovett," the man snapped. "Learn to read, can't you?"

"In a minute," said Jon, and took Lovett into his arms.

I draw a tactful curtain over the scene of passion that followed. When Jon and Lovett finally got out of bed, they made contact with a resistance movement, assisted in overthrowing the usurper, and persuaded others to implement policy creating a more just society. As all this took a great deal of time and energy, Jon never did get around to improving his reading skills. Nevertheless, they lived happily ever after.

#pls forgive me for leaving tommy out #this was just supposed to be one paragraph about how favs cant read and it snowballed #jonlo #podsa #my fic #jon favreau can't read

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For the prompt thing, something with Anders, Fenris, and Zevran, based around "I was mistaken, it seems. I was under the impression you were... Close"?

Send Me Prompts!

This turned a bit longer than intended…Idk if this is what you were looking for but here we go!

Link to Ao3 Chapter: here.

Misc notes: Pre-Fenders, feelings of jealousy, Zevran/Warden mentions

Stupid, ignorant elf who thinks he knows so much! Ugh! 

“Anders…!” The man didn’t stop walking or respond to his name. In fact, he hurried more in his steps. No, this day was over. He planned to go home, clean up, take a 5 minute nap before Justice kicks him back to work, and no more of…everything else! With all those days they spent in Sundermont Anders was just surprised he and Fenris didn’t snap at each other sooner. Guess it was too soon to hope that they’d make a trip out and back without feelings getting hurt…

Anders just reached the lift to Darktown when he heard his name again. He entered the lift and turned around just as Hawke approached. He could see Fenris and Varric taking their time in the distance. 

“I’m not apologizing!” Anders snapped before Hawke could open their mouth. Anders activated the lift without waiting for the others, not that Fenris would want to be near him anyway.

“I’m not asking you to apologize. I’m…apologizing on behalf of Fenris,” Hawke muttered the second half as the lift made a loud creak and started moving. 

“You’ve apologized for him enough!” Anders argued in frustration. 

“Mage!”

“Heads up you two!” 

Their attention snapped to their companions who were running towards them. A shadowy figure swooped in from the top and through the narrow space above before they were underground. An unfamiliar thud was heard above them but the mages paid it no mind as they both reached for their staffs. The magic in their hands sizzled when the figure swiftly removed his black hood. “Peace my friends! It is only I, the harmless Zevr-AH!” 

The lift stopped without warning, catching them all off guard and sending the mages off balance as they hit the ground. 

“…That was not part of my plan before you either of you decide to blame ol’ Zevran,” the elf stated when everything grew quiet. 

“Andraste’s Knickerweasels, did this stop moving?!” Anders looked up and patted the wall. There was barely any light coming into the lift. They were surrounded by the metal most of the ride was made out of as well as the earth mixed in with decaying wood. Anders always did figure some of this had to be replaced at some point before they lose an entrance - but not this soon! 

“Maker, you didn’t have to scare us like that,” Hawke stated, finally addressing Zevran after standing up.

“I got bored waiting. I had a delivery to make in-person; and I traveled all this way back to Kirkwall only to find who I was looking for was out with the Champion. I figured I might as well make a memorable entrance when the time came. Not exactly like this of course. I believe your friends may have mistaken me as an enemy.”  

“I wonder why…” Hawke replied sarcastically, noting Zevran covered in all black with light armor. Though Hawke couldn’t help but give a tilt in confusion upon noticing a small basket covered with fabric dangling from the assassin’s arm. Was Zevran delivering a picnic basket to (Hawke assumed was) Anders? 

Zevran only replied with a laugh, “That is fair. You have loyal friends, Champion. The dwarf almost shot me…but no harm done. To me anyway.” Despite the playful tone, Hawke could see Zevran’s eyes travel, examining their little boxed in situation. He eventually focused in at edge of the ceiling, where the little cracks of light from above barely came in. Hawke followed the other’s line of sight and saw a small dent at the roof of the lift. 

“Oh for Maker’s sake. Is that a bolt from Bianca?!”

“Bianca’s one strong woman.”

“Don’t tell Varric that. He’ll never stop reminding us then.” Hawke immediately warned. 

“Mage! Hawke!” 

“Fenris! Varric!” Hawke shouted back. Their barely lit space showed movement with constant moving shadows before it stilled again and Hawke could barely make out the silhouettes of their friends through the tiny gap. 

“Are you two hurt?” Varric shouted. 

“We’re fine! You gotta remove the bolt! We’re stuck!” 

“And the enemy?” Fenris asked. 

“It’s just Zevran!” 

“Just? You could not throw in a bit of flair?” 

“On it! You guys sit tight!” The silhouettes started moving again and Hawke looked back towards Zevran once they heard some creaking above them. 

“I guess they’ll finish with that soon. You know, if you were looking for Isabela, I’m pretty sure she’s still hanging around the Hanged Man. No pun intended.” 

“I shall pay her a visit before I leave, naturally. However, I was sent here to see Mi Amor’s old friend, Warden Anders…” Zevran’s amused face dropped as his eyes glanced towards the mage in question. Hawke turned around to find Anders curled up in the corner. 

“Hey…Anders!” Hawke immediately dropped to their knees and reached out, gently touching Anders’s shoulder. 

“I’mfine,” Anders muttered quickly between heavy breaths, his face buried in his knees. Anders flinched when they heard another loud creak and the lift dropped for a moment. “I’m…fine,” he repeated when everything stilled again. “It’ll over soon…right? It…it’s only a moment before we go down far enough to Darktown…” 

Hawke was ready to smack themselves upon realizing their surroundings a tad too late. They immediately summoned fire in one hand and their other hand softly caressed Anders’s back. “That’s right. They’ll get this moving soon, and we’ll be in Darktown. You’ll see.” Hawke had to resist rolling their eyes at the irony of seeking light in Darktown. 

Anders could only nod in reply. The lift jostled again and the only noise for a moment were of Varric and Fenris above them. 

“Meow…” 

Anders lifted his head. Was that…a hallucination? 

“Mew~” Soft fur, cute paws, and beautiful eyes. Zevran was knelt before Anders, holding out the basket he had. Underneath the small blanket was a cat staring curiously at Anders. Blocking out the world around him Anders reached out and lifted the cat and swiftly shifted himself to gain a better hold on the magnificent creature.

“Am I dreaming? Pounce, is that you?!” Anders gave the tabby a scratch on his stomach, and Pounce curled into the touch like he always did. Anders let out laugh and suddenly felt some tears about to run down his face. “Oh Pounce! It is you! Pounce…My little warrior! Who is the bravest cat in all of Thedas?~” Anders brought the cat to his chest and he could hear the soft purrs as Pounce rubbed against his face. 

The lift shook again before going into a brief drop followed by more creaking. But this time it moved at a regular pace, annoying screeches and all. Before long, light fluttered in as they finally reached Darktown, much to Anders’s relief. 

Fenris tapped the wall impatiently. By the time this lift goes down and back up, he could walk over to another entrance and probably still find his friends before he would get down there waiting on this entrance. 

“Calm yourself now, ya Broody Elf. You heard it was just that flirtatious assassin down with them. They’re fine. Isabela knows him, remember?” Varric reassured but it only had Fenris tapping faster.

“It is dark in there. And regardless if this Zevran is friends with Isabela or not, he is still an assassin.”

“I suppose that could be something worry about,” Varric rubbed his chin in thought, “But at least we’ll know who to kill if worst comes to worst.” 

Fenris grumbled to himself. 

The lift eventually came back up and the two made their way to Darktown only to find none of their companions were waiting for them at the bottom.

“Rude,” Varric stated as he started walking. Fenris didn’t have to be told as the two hurried towards the clinic. 

The lantern was out, but it didn’t stop the two as they continued until they pushed on the door. It opened easily and the two stepped inside before shutting it behind him. Fenris glared as he immediately spotted Zevran snooping around Anders’s desk - and Hawke stood by letting him do it! Sure, he wasn’t moving anything, but the nimble fingers were still touching and poking things!  

“I cannot believe you guys just left us! You realize were going to come right down didn’t you?” Varric was the first to speak as he walked up to the pair with Fenris silently behind him. 

“Sorry, we wanted to get Anders back to the clinic as soon as possible. The dark,” Hawke gestured vaguely at the clinic entrance and Varric gave an ‘ah’ in understanding. Fenris took that as a reason to check up on the mage. Without word he took a step towards the back of the clinic but Hawke’s hand reached out in front of him. “I think we should let him be for a bit.” 

Fenris stared, partially confused, but was quick to look away. He didn’t argue but his gaze dropped to the floor as a feeling of helplessness washed over him. 

Zevran turned to face the rest of the group, curious to what just occurred. He couldn’t, shouldn’t, but his lack of a guilty conscious regarding this particular situation didn’t cease the amusement he was feeling as he leaned back on the desk to watch how it will unfold. 

“Anders is fine, don’t worry. If you were worried I mean. I can’t tell sometimes.” Hawke stated, mostly for reassurance. Fenris only folded his arms but didn’t answer and continued to glare at the ground. “If it helps, I did get to telling him that I said sorry on your behalf before the whole thing went down!” 

“I do not need you apologizing on my behalf, Hawke…” Fenris had to force himself to speak slower, if for the sake not to sound angry. 

What is this? Has something occurred since the last time Zevran was in Kirkwall? He couldn’t help but do some more poking. Surely this something involved Anders, and when it involved Anders, it involved his dear Warden. That is reason enough to investigate the matter! He stopped leaning on the desk and started pacing around as he spoke. “Do not worry, my friend. Your favorite mage will be fine now that he has his favorite loved one in his arms again.” Zevran eyes didn’t miss the small twitch on the other elf’s face. 

“…What.” He could hear the shift in the pitch and saw the tenseness go up in the warrior. The dwarf must’ve noticed too with him pulling back from the group in silence while scribbling on a parchment. 

“Yeah, I suppose his cat is a loved one with the way he always talked about Pounce,” Hawke stated while scratching their head. “Oh yeah! Zevran here brought back Anders’s old cat! The one with the cute name? Ser Pounce-a-lot! Ah how do I even top that?”

The tenseness in Fenris significantly decreased. Zevran watched the way Fenris tried to regain control of his breathing to avoid letting out a sigh of relief - an obvious sign that even Hawke could pick up on if it had occurred. 

“Champion, perhaps we should leave. Fenris here clearly wishes to spend time with his own Amor.” There was a look of confusion on Fenris. That won’t do. So Zevran continued: “Amor. It comes in many names. My dove. My swan. My sun. Lover.” 

Hawke snickered, “Oh, yeah, because Anders means so much to Fenris.” Oh dear Champion. If only you knew. 

Fenris’s eyes widened and his body froze over. Those mere moments of vulnerability felt like ages to Fenris when finally, he regained control and shook his head furiously. “Do not be ridiculous and insinuate such a thing!” 

Zevran could only shrug in response. He could see how Fenris didn’t like how the grin never left. “Oh? My apologies then, my friend. I was mistaken, it seems. I was under the impression you were…Close? Perhaps it was someone else that Warden Anders spoke of in his letters to his former Commander.” 

Zevran felt he had to be rewarded for not laughing right then and there. In just seconds he watched Fenris try to silently decipher what was just said. The warrior’s emotions would then jump all the over the place. Zevran could pick up a hint of hurt and confusion in the other, and then Fenris would try to get his body to act as neutral as possible to the untrained eye. 

“Are you guys talking behind my back again?” Everyone’s attention drifted to the back of the clinic where Anders pushed aside the fabric that blocked the entrance to his ‘room’ and started approaching. Anders still cuddled Pounce in his arms. 

“Not at all,” Zevran waved off, “I simply mentioned you still spoke with Mi Amor.”

“Ah, well, we do-” Anders didn’t even get to finish when Fenris swiftly walked up to him and grabbed one of the man’s arm. He effectively stopped Anders in his tracks and attempted to turn him around to pull him back to the room but Anders stubbornly refused to move (not unless Fenris wanted to start dragging him). Fenris stopped pulling and looked back to Anders who was effectively glaring him down. 

“I need word,” Fenris stated as if that was enough to convince Anders. 

“Yeah and? I’m still pissed at you.” Anders pulled his hand back and properly cuddled his cat closer. 

Fenris sighed. “I apologize for my behavior earlier. I wish to properly mend what happened with you if you let me. But I still need word with you. Alone.” 

Anders looked back to the others in confusion. Varric seemed keen to keep writing on his parchment while sitting on a cot. Hawke just shrugged, looking as confused as Anders was. 

“Go on, we shall be right here. No harm, yes?” Zevran encouraged, trying to wave the two off. 

“Alright but if I die, you guys all know the culprit right?” with that agreement, Anders followed Fenris back to his room while snuggling his cat to his face. “It’s okay, Pounce. I won’t let meanie-Fenris treat you badly. If Daddy dies, you run though, okay?” 

“Meow?” Anders’s soft laugh was the last thing heard before he and Fenris disappeared behind the cloth. 

Zevran clasped his hands together to give himself a feeling of accomplishment. He swiftly started heading towards the door and putting on his headgear while doing so. Hawke seemed to follow his example as they picked up their staff. 

“What, you’re both leaving? Not going to stay for the show?” Varric gestured to the back of the clinic. Hawke only blinked in confusion. 

“The what? I mean if you want to make sure they don’t kill each other, that would be great. I need to get home and see if my dog’s okay! He’s been alone for days!” 

“Alright, but if you pass Isabela, send her down here. You staying?” Varric asked Zevran as he fixed up his cloak.  

“I regretfully cannot,” Zevran answered. “I will stop by again to see you though, Champion. I seem to have misplaced a letter in my robe somewhere…I shall find it, no worries. I will keep an eye on Isabela if I pass her. For now, I have other matters to attend to.” One of them being to escape from here before Fenris learns that Anders hasn’t spoken of any lover in his letters to his former Commander. 

#prompt fill #fenders #fenris #anders #da fanfic #syyprompted #syydrabble #dirtycorzaharkness

[maracamille]

Goodbye (Part 8):

It was a Monday, maybe I already said as much. I remember sending my oldest off to school and putting on cartoons for the youngest. 

Dan wasn't coherent, hadn't been for a couple of days. When the CNA came in to bathe him I let her know of the changes and she let the nurse know. He said he'd come when he could. I think I already mentioned this. Hmmm, he moaned and groaned a lot. It was the only noise he'd made in a couple of days. I'll never forget those sounds. Some books and shows talk about demons and Hell and the smell and noises they make, they got nothing on a dying man. Gutteral, deep, agonizing, sheer your soul type groans. Makes me shiver to this day. It took a few hours before the nurse could come and do vitals on Dan but I didn't really need them for myself. I knew my Love was walking out the door. He had that look, his head looked like stone, everything that made him my husband was all but gone, a stone statue taking his place. " Blood pressure is 66/36, 66 bpm. He'll be gone before the day is out. Say your goodbyes now." That was what the nurse said as he came out of the bedroom. Dan didn't want me to see him die yet he was going to die in our bed. Where we made love, where we ate snacks after the kids were sleeping, where we watched Perry Mason, Outer Limits, Twilight Zone, and Mary Tyler Moore reruns at night. Where we listened to old radio mysteries if we didn't watch the TV. I spent the day checking on him every 15 minutes. Making sure he wasn't in pain, wasn't needing me (even though he was basically comatose except for the groans and moans), and so he didn't die without the kids saying goodbye. I prayed he'd wait til Dany got home so she got the chance. I knew she wasn't old enough to really understand but I also knew one day she'd be glad she got to say goodbye to him. I took Ash in, he was just 5 so he really didn't get any of it but I told him to tell daddy he loved him and it was ok to go, he'd be a good boy. So, Ash did what I requested. He told his daddy he loved him, that it was ok for him to go, and he'd be good. Then he kissed him in the only spot his little self could reach with a bed rail in the way...Dan's elbow. How I didn't fall into a ball of tears and wail, I will never know but I did. Ash went back out as if nothing had occurred and I fed him lunch and sent him to nap. Then it was my turn to say goodbye. How do you say goodbye to someone you had loved for so long? How do you give them permission to slip from this life into the next? I knew I had to because you hear those stories where people just waited to be told it was OK to go. I didn't want Dan waiting in pain simply because I was unwilling to utter one word. So, I went into our room, watched him for a moment moaning and laying there so very still. I shut the door, and walked to my side of the bed. I laid down next to him, put my arm across his chest, head on his shoulder, and talked to him. "I love you Dan. I know, at first, you drove me nuts because you were so wishy-washy about your feelings but I loved you anyway. *giggles* Thank you for loving me. Thank you for finding me beautiful when noone else had. Thank you for 10 imperfect but great years. Thank you for 2 awesome children and loving them so fiercely, and me too. I will miss you so very much but I know it's time for you to go. We will be alright, it won't be easy but we will be ok. You can go be with your mom now." It was at this point he muttered his final words to me, "she's here." I wasn't sure I'd heard him right so I said, "what did you say?" I was in shock too seeing as how he'd been coma-like and not talking for days. However, he repeated himself, "she's here." Now, I know some have heard stories of dead loved ones coming for one about to die but you never really know if that is truth. I am here to tell you...it happens. He was speaking of his mom. She had come to help him pass through the veil. I know that as sure as I know my own name. It brought me comfort to know he wouldn't transition alone. I laid there for a few more minutes unsure what else to say or do. He wasn't saying more, was doing louder groaning, and so I kissed his temple and left the room. I resumed my 15 minute checks though. Later, after Dany got home, I took her immediately in to see her dad. She hadn't even gotten her backpack off but I wanted to make sure she got her opportunity to say goodbye. She did what Ash had done...told him she loved him, she'd be a good girl, and it was ok to go. Then she kissed his arm as well. The rest of the afternoon went by as normal simply because that is what my kids needed. They didn't know the storm brewing in my heart, the huge change that again was about to happen to our family. Dinner came and went, louder noises from Dan for a while then even they stopped. Around 6:15-6:20p. I checked on him and there was no real change. I hadn't expected any but still... Wheel of Fortune was just about over when I went back to check on him. I walked in and noticed he'd thrown up brown blood onto his t-shirt (Rob Zombie one LOL, a fav of his). In noticing that I realized his chest wasn't moving anymore either. I immediately shut the door and went for my compact in the bathroom. I put it under his nose and saw nothing. My love was gone, he got his wish to not let me see him die...or so I thought. With shaking hands I called his nurse, who had just pulled into his driveway at the end of his day, and he said he would come over as quick as he could. As I was talking to him on the phone there was a loud breathing in sound from Dan. So hard he lifted up a wee bit, Of course this scared the shit out of me and I screeched into the phone, "Holy HELL! what just happened. Was I wrong?" The nurse assured me I was right in my assessment and that the breath I heard was the final one that leaves the body but my Love was gone. I got off the phone with the nurse, called my friend who lived close by, she came and got the kids. I called my mom, my other friend who was out of town and sent her hubby to be with me in her stead. Called his brother who was at Disneyland and was sad and took all the "so sorries" he could get off FB but couldn't be bothered to come see Dan before he died or for a memorial service. Off that topic.... The nurse came, pronounced Dan dead and cleaned him up as the mortuary came to pick him up. I stood there as they brought him out in the body bag and my friends hubby laid a flag on him because he was a veteran. I spent the next hour going through his meds with the hospice nurse. Flushed those we could and he took the rest to dispose of. Then I was alone. My friend was going to keep the kids overnight and was willing to tell them what had happened but I had her bring them home. I couldn't be alone. When they got there, she had already talked about Dan always being in our hearts. I told them what had happened and they wanted to see for themselves that daddy was gone. I took them to the room, opened the door and turned on the light. There on the bed was a rose that the mortuary had left with a thank you note attached. Ash, being so little said, "LOOK MOMMY, daddy transformed into a rose!" He was big on Transformers at that point so to him it was a simply switcharoo. I hugged and kissed him and let him think that. The mind of an innocent child is so precious and beautiful especially in hard times.

I'm not done with my full story but this part, this "how I became a widow" part is done. Thank you for reading.

#goodbyelove cancersucks

[lotsofdogs]

It’s Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas

Hello! We’re back in North Carolina after a week in Florida with my family.

(The above pic was from Ryder’s first trip to the beach! He loved it!)

We had such a great Thanksgiving and before we left, my dad and I talked about how neat it is that our original immediate family of four has officially more than doubled in size. Husbands, kids, dogs… It’s certainly a full house whenever we’re all together now and I love the chaos.

We traveled back home on Saturday morning and somehow our crazy travel plans worked. Since the boys and I flew to Florida last weekend and Ryan met us in Jacksonville with Sadie later in the week, Ryder, Chase and I had round-trip tickets and landed in Charlotte on Saturday around noon. Ryan and Sadie left my parents’ place in his car a little after 5 a.m. on Saturday morning to make the drive home but stopped briefly to scoop us up at the airport on the way. Leaving on Saturday seemed to be a good decision because we avoided a lot of the craziness of holiday travel and Ryan said his drive was virtually traffic-free (a definite perk of such an early departure).

This also meant we had almost an entire weekend back at home which was also really nice. It gave us a chance to unpack, hit up the grocery store and, most importantly, begin decorating for Christmas!!!

We actually have painters coming to the house today to paint our ceiling (we had a leak that left some stains) and our dining room and living room, so most of our decorations will remain in their boxes until painting is complete, but we managed to pick up a Christmas tree and put up our outside Christmas lights.

Thank you to Chase for snapping the above picture of me and Ryder! I was so impressed! Chase practices a lot with both my big camera and my phone camera and is getting pretty good at his photos. (I have about a million pics of random household objects I could share with you guys but I will spare you.) I’m considering buying Chase his own kid-friendly camera for Christmas and if any of you out there have a recommendation for an affordable camera that’s suitable for a three-year-old, I’d love to hear it!

Chase and I also took a picture together in front of our tree and Sadie decided her booty should be in the photo as well.

She’s never  far from the action!

Our weekend also included an early Sunday morning church service where we selected tags off the giving tree. Chase seems incredibly excited to pick out dinosaur toys for the boy on his tag (fittingly they’re the requested item on his tag) and wanted to hold onto his tag for a solid hour after we left church.

We spent the rest of our Sunday at home, getting organized for the week ahead. Our friend Ben also came over for lunch and went on a walk with Ryan and Sadie during the boys’ nap time while I attempted to catch up on neglected blog stuff from last week.

Our Sunday night rounded out with Thai takeout and ice cream which totally hit the spot.

For a while there it felt like we were ordering Thai a couple times a month but I cannot remember the last time we did and we were way overdue. Bring on the Pad Kee Mao and chicken satay!

And now it’s time to get this Monday rollin’. Chase has a full week of preschool this week (I think this is only the second full week he’s had since school started thanks to various cancellations, etc.) and I’m hoping that helps with my personal productivity. I’d love to be able to check in with you guys a few times this week and still need to get started on my annual gift guides!

I hope you all have a great week and enjoy the rest of your Monday!

Cyber Monday Sales

I took full advantage of holiday shopping over the weekend for my friends and family (and, okay, admittedly picked up a couple of things for myself and our house, too), and have a few more items I’m hoping to nab today on Cyber Monday. A Nest thermostat is at the top of our list! 

Here are a few more last-minute deals in case you hope to do some shopping, too! 

H&M: 30% off + free shipping (I bought Chase some much-needed joggers and pull-on pants on Black Friday and admittedly couldn’t resist ordering a few things for myself. The prices were too good!! I ordered this oversize cowl-neck sweater in a festive red color, fleece pajamas, these boots which I am WAY too excited about and this fringe bag.)

Wayfair: Up to 80% off + Free shipping on everything (I ordered this tall imitation plant — I think it looks fiddle fig-ish — after seeing it at my friends’ house and loving it! I also ordered these seagrass baskets to put two faux plants in.)

Anthropologie: 30% off everything

Target: 15% off select categories

American Eagle: 40% off everything + 50% off sweaters (My fav Cloudspun sweater is only $22!)

Faded Days Sunglasses: 50% off everything with code MadMonday (These are the fun sunglasses we used for all of our Friendsgiving and bachelorette parties!)

Pottery Barn: 25% off everything + Free shipping with code CYBER

Pottery Barn Kids: 25% off everything + Free shipping with code GIFT25 (We love their stroller blankets — Great gift idea!)

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#health #fitness

[andreablissveale]

Early Morning Start

Uppababy for the win!

Elevator Selfies

Le Pichet

The Edgewater

Gum Wall

Columbus Tower

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Our Sweet Grandparents

Goodbyes Arn’t Easy

Uncle Love

A couple of weeks ago Colin and I took a trip to Seattle, WA! It was such a special trip. Seattle, and area, is like a third home to me. My Grandparents, my Aunt, Uncle and Cousins all live just outside of the city in the ‘burbs. Growing up, we would always go there for week long visits. I had my first solo flight there at the age of 8! I was an UM (unaccompanied minor) and a highlight was being able to have a choice of any soda I wanted and visiting the pilot during the flight (yes that was totally a thing!) Years ago my grandparents owned a beautiful property with the view of the Puget Sound! My brothers and I would sit on the couches with binoculars in hand and check out all the cool boats and barges coming into and out of the port! They also had an outdoor pool, so you can imagine all the fun my brothers and I would have in the summer heat!

In 2015 my brother Kevin moved to Seattle, as he was offered an amazing job at one of the big tech companies there. It was a big deal and such an exciting move for him. He found a wicked apartment in the heart of it all (blocks from DT and Pike Place Market) with such a cool view of the ocean! Talk about bachelor pad! Although we’ve spent countless times coming and visiting my family in past years, we rarely spent any time actually touring around and exploring the actual city itself. Seattle has so much to offer and since Kevin’s move, I have made a real effort to go and visit him! I’ve even come for a weekend away with my best friend. While doing so, I’ve found myself wandering the streets and falling in love with the city more and more each time.

This last trip was an extra special one – a time where Colin, myself and Ada could wander the streets for the first time all together! We shopped, we dined, we walked (boy did we walk), we explored, and we also spent some time with my Grandparents and family!

After being there as much as we have, I thought it would be fun to put together a guide of where to stay, where to eat, what to do in Seattle (with or without children).

Where to Stay:

We have been extremely lucky to either stay with my family in their homes, or with my brother at his apartment whenever we go. Yes, all three of us squish into his loft style studio space – pack’n’play, gear and all! However, we’ve stayed at these places in the past and had great experiences:

We used AirBNB last year and ended up at the Via6 in a cool 2 bdrm space. It offers some cool views of the city, is walking distance to the market and shops, and it is surrounded by all things Amazon! I like staying in an apartment, especially with a baby, because it gives us the space to relax and the option to prepare a meal every now and again.

The Fairmont Olympic Hotel was a place we stayed at a few years ago when we were in town for Christmas. Again, fantastic location and really nice hotel.

My advice is staying anywhere in walking distance to the market and shopping areas, keeping you close to the food scene, the water, and all the action!

If you find yourself in Bellevue, WA – not far from Seattle – stay at the Westin. We had a great experience as it’s steps from great shopping and restaurants in the heart of Bellevue Square.

What to Do:

You can’t visit Seattle and not visit the sites that make it famous. Even though we’ve been countless times, we seem to always check out the ‘Hot Spots’ but have also found some hidden treasures too!

The Space Needle is a Seattle landmark. From the top, it offers a 360 degree outside view of the city itself, the freshwater lakes, Puget Sound, the surrounding islands, as well as the various Olympic mountain and volcano peaks in and around Seattle! It’s beautiful. The only thing is that it can get quite busy, so hitting it up first thing in the morning is the best…and on a warm day!

If you’re not into big crowds, and/or you want to save some money, and/or it’s not that warm outside, check out the Sky View Observatory at the Columbus Tower instead! It’s about half the cost, twice the height, all enclosed, and not as busy! We checked it out on our last trip and it was a perfect to go with Ada (…well she napped the entire time) but we pretty much had the place to ourselves!

At the base of the needle there is the Chihuly Garden and Glass Museum. It’s an indoor and outdoor space, absolutely stunning, and the little ones will love looking at all the beautiful colors. You can also buy a pass that gives you access to both The Space Needle and the Chihuly Gardens that saves you some $$.

Olympic Sculpture Park is another fun place to walk through. It’s just up from the water’s edge and just a nice place to wonder…and its free! Great place for kids to run around. We walked through it on our way from the Space Needle to Pike Place Market.

Pike Place Market is always on our list of To-Dos. As much as it’s a tourist haven, I love the hustle and bustle, the endless rows of fresh flowers, and massive amounts of fresh fish. On our last trip alone we walked through it 3 times because we couldn’t get enough, and Ada was so happy to people watch! I love going really early in the morning when its not busy to grab a coffee, a pastry, and watch the vendors set up for the day.

Even though I get a little queazy just thinking about it….The Gum Wall is totally a must see – even just once! We didn’t ‘mark our territory’ with a piece, but we saw tons of people that did, so don’t for get to bring your own chewing gum to add to the display. It’s located in the coolest little alleyway called Post Alley just under Pike Place Market.

If you like to shop, head up Pine St. where you will run into a Macy’s, Nordstrom, Nordstrom Rack, Barney’s and everything in between! Seattle has some great shopping down town and I never leave empty handed :) One of my fav little shops is Alhambra. The owner is the sweetest lady and she is always there and so helpful!

The Seattle Aquarium was a major hit this year with Ada! From the moment you walk in, there is a massive wall of water with divers and tons of fish…it just gets better from there. There are many interactive sections (kids can get soaked!) and tons to see. We loved the different sections that showcased habitats of the surrounding Seattle areas.

If you’re into sports, definitely go check our a Mariners or a Seahawks game! The energy can be wild, the fans are die-hards, and the games are typically very good!

We love walking and could walk all day and night in the city. It’s always fun to make the hike up to Capitol Hill. They have some really fun restaurants, cool cafes and thrift stores for dayz.  It’s always fun to people watch up there too ;) Very free spirited!

Jump on a ferry! There are a bunch of fun little destinations you can get to from Seattle by boat, perfect to sneak off to for a day trip or overnighter! There are even some really cool beaches you can park your bum on and bask in the sun or throw a Frisbee around on a hot day. We’ve definitely done this and loved it! Alki Beach is one of our favs. Bainbridge is also nice.

If you can, do take an uber/rent a car/bum a ride and cross over Lake Washington. The waterfront homes are stunning and lots of boat sightings to be had. If you keep your eye peeled you may spot Bill Gates’ mansion!

This list could seriously go on and on so I will stop here, but If you want more suggestions just ask!!

Where to Eat/Drink:

Le Panier – we always pop in for a chocolatine…or two!

The Edgewater is a not-so-secret place we just love. It’s a hotel on the water with a delicious restaurant and we always head there for brunch once morning! The decor is so cool and it feels like you are floating on the water! It seriously has such a cool vibe! We have never stayed in the hotel, but I bet it would be really nice.

Le Pichet definitely made it onto our fav list. It’s also rated one of the best french restaurants in Seattle! We enjoy the cheeses from their extensive cheese menu, they make a mean cup of coffee, and their Oeufs plats jambon et fromage is so good!

El Borracho has yummy Mexican food. We love their tacos and margaritas!

Wasabi – we always end up eating there because the sushi is so good and the staff is so friendly!

We discovered this little hole in the wall Korean BBQ place the last time we were there and so enjoyed it. Its called Korean Bamboo (you’ll have to google it b/c they don’t have a website).

Serious Pie is literally on our top pizza joint list ever! Such great pizza and the restaurant is locally owned. I think they have 3 locations now!

Rob Roys – My brother will literally be so mad I am sharing this secret, but this cocktail bar is EVERYTHING. It’s like a little piece of NYC in Seattle. Literally some of the best cocktails I have ever enjoyed!

Rachel’s Ginger Beer at Pike Place – hands down the best ginger beer you will ever have! Enjoy it as is, or make it into a cocktail. The space is super cool and my favorite is the Dark and Stormy – YUM! We make Kevin drive this up to our cabin in BC, Canada in the summer so we can all enjoy a glass there too.

Again, there are so many great places we’ve eaten at and really enjoyed, but these are the places we just always go back to!

  We love Seattle and I am always up for a trip back whenever I can! Hope you have a great weekend ;)

xoxo Andrea

OUR TRAVEL GUIDE TO SEATTLE, WA A couple of weeks ago Colin and I took a trip to Seattle, WA! It was such a special trip.

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