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#i couldn't get it to load this morning before I left haha#guess the site was overloaded#anyway. i think this is respectable#looking forward to browsing through yours!#ask me hard questions#pontifications and creations#how can i keep from singing#also: many i really didn't listen to many of my showtunes this year
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There is so much talk of creaming jorts on my blog right now and you know, it gave me a devious idea:
Mountain (or another ghoul of your choosing ofc, but it is still march haha) is getting close to the start of a rut, which has them feeling a little posessive a packmate pre-ritual. Like he needs to claim them a little to scratch the itch under their skin. What if they were having a sneaky make out session before curtain call and he unbuckled the others belt, creamed into their jorts undies and buckled them back up, just in time for them to feel him all ritual?
Gross.
I love it.
Leaned more into the possessive side of things, hope you don't mind!
(This has been sitting in my drafts for months I'm SO SORRY pretend it's still March shhhh)
Mountain breathes deep through his nose, trying to focus on the book in his hand as the van trundles down the road toward tonight's venue. It's some pulpy crime novel he'd grabbed at the last airport they visited, something intended to distract more than entertain, but despite being more than halfway through it Mountain couldn't name a single character if he tried.
He can't help it. Can't think about anything but the way every inch of him has started to buzz, how the very air around him hums.
There's a specific sort of pressure in the back of his head. Rigidity in the muscles along his spine. A disquieting tingle that's come to settle into his gut. It all speaks to one thing, and it couldn't be coming at a worse time.
It had started last night, a sharp spike of nearly painful arousal that had hit him in the middle of the night. Had roused him from an otherwise very sound sleep and jolted him so badly that the oversized ghoul had hit his head on the ceiling of his bunk. It hardly registered, Mountain honed in exclusively on the sudden, urgent need for release.
Rock hard and leaking already, he'd wasted no time in shoving his hands into his sleep sweats, gripping himself and pumping his hips into the tight channel of both fists. Forced to bite his tongue to mute the harsh groan threatening to escape his throat when he blew in a matter of seconds, eyes shut so tight that colors bloomed behind his lids.
It happened again in the bus shower this morning, Mountain struck by a wave of need so intense that he'd doubled over and nearly slipped. He'd lasted a little longer that time, not that he'd needed to, and the wet sound of his soapy hand flying over his cock still echoed in his ears. That one had left him dizzy, left him panting against the shower wall while he watched his load swirl down the drain.
There really are few things worse than an unexpected rut.
He knows that the others know, but most of them don't acknowledge it. He'd caught them all staring at different points, nostrils flared, but they were quick to look away. Dew, Rain, Cirrus and Cumulus did their best to be sly about it, furtive glances cast during casual conversation. Aeon and Aurora weren't quite so subtle - he could smell the pair of them from down the length of the bus. Could see Aeon getting chubby in his too-tight jeans and Aurora squeezing her thighs together. Both tempting in their own ways, to be sure.
But then there was Swiss.
Swiss, who he'd heard noisily tugging at himself in the bunk below while he came down from his first orgasm.
Swiss, who had been standing bright-eyed and grinning just outside the bathroom after Mountain's shower.
Swiss, who had spent the entire morning tossing him hungry glances and touching him at every possible opportunity.
Swiss, who now sits pressed tightly to his side in the cramped van while Mountain does his damnedest to ignore the heat of his body, the spice of his cologne and the weight of the hand on his knee.
Mountain can hardly think for how badly he wants. Wants to wrench Swiss's arm behind his back, get a hand in his hair and shove his tongue down his throat. Wants to tug Swiss into his lap in front of everyone and feel him up, wants to suck deep, dark marks into his neck while he grinds against his ass. Wants to get Swiss's strong legs over his shoulders, wants to get so deep inside that Swiss can't do anything but writhe and beg for his -
"You're growling, big guy," Swiss informs him, voice silken gravel, and Mountain nearly tears his book in half. He gives the other ghoul a sidelong glance, and Mountain knows that if they weren't glamoured Swiss would be smiling with every fang in his mouth. "Somethin' on your mind?"
Mountain doesn't deign to answer him, instead choosing to stare at the page he hasn't turned in the last ten minutes. To pretend his dick isn't hard as granite and leaking into the two pairs of too-tight underwear he'd shoved himself into.
He's first out of the van when they finally pull up to the amphitheater, sucking down heavy lungfuls of fresh, summertime air in an effort to clear his head. To wash away the heady scent of smoky whiskey, black pepper and bitter herbs stuck in his nose. To allow himself to think about anything but the familiar warmth of Swiss's body.
About the way he always holds himself open when Mountain bends him over. The way he moans in that deliciously whorish way when Mountain pushes in. The way Swiss's voice drops to a rasp and his breathing goes shallow when Mountain grips those narrow hips with bruising force. The way he grabs at his own hair when Mountain fucks him just right. The way Swiss's pretty little hole stretches around his -
"Mount!"
Rain's voice shakes him from his stupor, and as his cock pulses and leaks to memories of Swiss, Mountain hurries over to join his packmates. Rain gives him a worried look.
"Hey, you alright?" He reaches out to touch Mountain's arm, but seems to think better of it. Instead, he crosses his arms over his chest. "I know you're, uh..." he makes a vague southward gesture, "...struggling."
"I'm fine," Mountain grumbles, not so subtly adjusting himself and hoping he hasn't soaked a wet spot into his jeans. He catches a whiff of warm spice and old weed, and as Swiss breezes past them Mountain can practically feel his pupils narrow.
Rain seems less than convinced when Mountain proceeds to crack his knuckles, but he drops the subject nonetheless. They head inside together, and Mountain does his best to put on his game face.
He still stops in a bathroom along the way, unable to erase the image of Swiss stretched and keening from his mind. He spills into the toilet with the other ghoul's name on his tongue, and huffs out an irritated sigh when no relief follows.
This is going to be a very long show.
Still though, the hours between arrival and showtime pass in a blur. Soundcheck comes and goes, as do their myriad meetings with venue staff and conversations with their techs.
Through it all, Mountain can feel golden eyes boring into him. In the halls, on stage, in the dressing room. Mountain does his best to ignore the weight of Swiss's gaze as he applies his face paint, but the only other thing he can think of is the red-hot tangle of urgency between his legs. He meets Swiss's eyes in the vanity mirror as he slips on his helmet, the other ghoul peering at him over Rain's shoulder while they chat across the room.
He offers a wink through his lenses, and Mountain's balls ache.
The call comes for ten minutes til showtime, and the others make their way from the dressing one by one. Swiss doesn't so much as move from his position against the wall. Mountain can feel his breaths coming quicker as Aurora and Cumulus share a sideways hug, the door clicking shut behind them, and then they're alone.
They're alone, and Swiss grins.
Mountain's across the room in two stride, and before Swiss can so much as breathe he's pinned to the wall by his throat. Mountain snarls in his face, leaning in until he can feel Swiss' breath on his lips, hot and tobacco tinged.
"Why must you always insist on being such a fucking tease?"
Swiss' lips curl up at the corners despite the pressure on his neck, and something predatory prickles at the back of Mountain's mind.
"Not my fault you're thrown' off pheromones like crazy," he said, just a little strained. Swiss rolls his hips towards his pelvis and Mountain's stomach gives a mighty swoop. "Can't blame me for wanting a taste."
Swiss licks at the air, breathes deep, and Mountain squeezes his throat so tight his eyes roll back.
"Can't even ask for what you want, can you?" The taller ghoul's other hand finds Swiss' belt and Mountain unbuckles it with aggresive fingers. He knows he's growling as best he can through his glamour, and the way Swiss shivers says he gets the message. "Too stupid to use your words? Just have to be a fucking tease about it?"
Swiss gives him a hurried nod as he swallows against the pressure of Mountain's palm, and he grunts when Mountain yanks his pants and briefs down in one go. A rough hand gropes his rapidly thickening cock, and Swiss visibly winces, eyes bright.
"Don't make that face." Mountain pulls his hand from Swiss' growing chubby to unzip his own pants, to fish himself out through his already stained briefs. "You asked for this." He groans at his own touch, cock hot and heavy in his hand. He smears the wet tip of it over Swiss' shaft and the sensation wrenches a moan from him.
Swiss licks his lips, nods again as his eyes drift south, and as Mountain starts to stroke himself he chokes out a pained huff. Mountain's hold on the other ghoul's throat never slackens, not even as his chest starts to heave while his cock jumps. He pulls at himself with firm tugs, each one sounding slicker than the last. Swiss lets his helmet thud back against the wall, hands coming up to rest on Mountain's forearm. He rocks forward and Mountain growls, can't keep himself from pressing closer. From crowding Swiss to the wall and bumping his fat cock with every pass of his fist.
"I'm going to give you something special." They're close enough that Swiss's breath clouds his lenses. Mountain's balls are starting to go tight already, the tension settled into every part of his body melting into tingly heat that has his shoulders sagging. "Something to think about while you're dancing like a whore for all those people."
He works himself hard and fast, the urgent heat in his veins threatening to set his skin alight. Swiss's ignored cock bobs and bounces, the other ghoul gripping his choking arm tight and spitting tight curses through clenched fangs every time Mountain nudges it.
"Touch me," Swiss manages to spit, blunt nails digging through his shirt. He bucks as best he can, but all that accomplishes is a brief bump against Mountain's fist. "Mount - Mount you gotta -"
He gurgles when Mountain squeezes him into silence, huffing while he polishes his leaking tip.
"Shut up," he bites out, teeth clenched chest heaving. "Sluts don't get to make demands."
For once in his life, Swiss keep his mouth shut.
It's no time at all before Mountain's balls draw up, his hips twitching in animalistic jerks. He grunts with every stroke, brow knit behind his mask, and the closer he gets the better Swiss's strained gurgling sounds.
"Gonna make sure they all know you're mine."
Swiss's cock spits a blurt of pre that hits his stroking hand, and with an impossibly deep moan Mountain shoots in thick ropes that splatter against his cock, balls and muscular thighs. Heavy streaks that cling to heated skin and coarse hair. That leave him filthy and marked in a way that has Swiss's knees wobbling. Mountain doesn't release his throat until his cock dribbles its last, and the deep, starved breath Swiss sucks in is musc to Mountain's ears.
He steps away while Swiss catches his breath and struggles to keep his legs under him, heads back to vanity to clean himself up. He hisses as the hand towel he finds scratches at his sensitive flesh, and in the mirror Swiss catches his eyes once more.
"Just gonna leave me like this?" Swiss pants, gesturing at his flushed, messy cock. He sounds surprised, and Mountain really can't imagine why. A pearly stripe drips, beads up to leave a stain in his undies that has Mountain drooling.
"Deal with it," he rumbles in response, tucking himself away and fastening his belt. "I want to smell it on you tonight."
He has the pleasure of watching Swiss' eyelids droop behind his lenses at the timbre of his voice, rich with intent. Mountain grabs his sticks and heads to join the others, and the sound of Swiss's zipper makes him smirk. There's something deeply satisfying about leaving him sticky and wanting, and even though he's hard again halfway through Kaisarion Mountain finds it easy to lose himself in his musicmaking.
Until Watcher in the Sky comes up and he makes the mistake of peeking over at Swiss's platform while Dew's guitar wails. Finds him on his knees and elbows with his ass in the air.
As both of his sticks splinter in half, Mountain swears he's going to make Swiss cry tonight.
It's what the slut deserves.
#miasma's work#the band ghost ficlets#mountain ghoul#swiss ghoul#rain ghoul (in the distance)#mountain/swiss#mountain x swiss#swissalps#im not rereading this before i post so if you see mistakes#no you dont#moony this is YOUR FAULT
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a couple of more things about Lola and her injury and that night...
Jim and Ellen are in Vancouver for the game. They were not about to miss their eldest and youngest first head to head match in the big leagues.
So they were there to see their baby not bounce back like she normally does. They watched as the trainer crouched down to assess the damage done. And they definitely panicked when trainer's gloved fist shot up in the air indicating they were in need of more help and an ambulance.
"Jim" Ellen mumbled, eyes glued on her baby. She would have been frozen in her seat if it hadn't been for her husband practically pushing her out of it.
"Ellen go. She's going to need her mom." Jim Hughes instructed his wife. He gave her a quick squeeze, trying to let her know that it will be okay. "I'll be there when I can"
Ellen ran to entrance where the ambulance was as fast as she could hoping to make it before it left. The sight of Lola strapped to the back board, unable to move, her eyes bouncing from person to person nearly broke her heart.
"Mommy my head hurts." Lola incoherently slurred her words when her eyes landed on her mother.
"I know baby, I know" The mother held her daughter's hand momentarily while she was being loaded into the emergency vehicle.
The crowd roared, chanting her name in support for the injured Duck as she was being taken off. At some point Quinn found his legs, making his way to Lola. He tapped her boot with his gloved handed and followed behind them.
Mason wouldn't stop, his fingers had to be pried off the guy's black jersey. By the time he was stopped he had managed to break the guy's nose. He was being ejected from the game for the fight and his behavior.
"Did you accomplish what you wanted to?" another one of the Duck's medical staff, who wasn't attending to Lola, asked him while she was bandaging his bruised and cracked knuckles.
"No" His head twitched again. His anger was making the tics worse, but the were nothing he could do about that.
"They'll fine you, or worse suspend you for a couple of games" the staff member pinned the end of the wrap, finishing his care.
"I don't care"
Luke and Jack had won their game hours earlier and were out celebrating with teammates, they didn't see any part of the game at all. It wasn't until someone mentioned hearing about Lola that Jack had the thought to check the score.
By that time the game was over and the Canucks had won 3 to 1. Smugly Jack sent some text teasing Lola about the Ducks' loss. The message went unread by everyone aside from Luke who responded with a haha.
Jack was woken up sometime in the wee hours of the morning by a phone call from Quinn.
"She'll, she'll be fine, Jack. The doctors said she'll be fine. It's just a concussion." The oldest Hughes child started rattling off other things the doctors at the hospital had told them.
"What are you talking about Q?" Jack groggily said. He pulled his phone away from his ear taking not of time as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"Clem, the hit."
"The what now?" Jack was now scrambling to get out of his bed. He burst into Luke's room not caring about his little brother's privacy for one second.
Luke hadn't been able to sleep since they got home. He didn't know if was the few beers he had that he wasn't supposed to or if it was the adrenaline from the win, but he found himself on his phone scrolling through highlights when he stumbled on Lola's hit.
"Oh my god" Luke showed Jack the video while he put Quinn on speaker. The oldest brother reiterated what he had said before. It was just a concussion, a bad one.
"I'm gonna kill him"
"Pretty sure McTavish already did"
"I'll do it again"
"No you wont"
"Try me"
"I want to see Bah." Luke insisted over one of the many video calls he had with his parents. He felt like a little kid when they couldn't get the one thing they wanted.
"Luke, she's resting. We need to let her be for now."
Out of the two middle kids, Luke was the more concern and scared one. Not to say that Jack wasn't disturbed by what happened. It's just Bah is his little sister, his best friend, his baby.
The last time he was this worried about Bah was when he was fifteen and she had run away because of Jack, but it wasn't Jack's fault this time. So he had to wait until December 5th before he could really do anything about it.
The Ducks were slated to return to Anaheim later that night, but Lola stayed in Vancouver. The doctors wanted to observe her for a couple of days before letting her go, making sure she didn't have a brain bleed or anything that would have presented itself later.
Thankfully nothing else happened and she returned to California a couple of days later.
"Mrs. Hughes, I can take care of her." Mason insisted.
"Mason please call me Ellen. Lola is my daughter, I have no problem doing this stuff." She had taken care of a whiny Quinn earlier in the year when he got his tonsils out, this was going to be nothing. "Plus who's gonna be with her when you leave for a trip?"
"Trevor and Jamie?"
"Do you really trust them to do that?"
"Honestly? No." The two laughed in mutual agreement. Ellen liked this kid, she could see why Lola did too.
Jamie and Trevor ended up staying with Lola for a couple of days when the Ducks have a small two game road trip and Ellen went back to Vancouver for the Devils/Canucks game.
Also Robbie did try and see her when she got back to Cali, but Mason was always there to deter him from actually seeing her. Until one road trip and Ellen let him in.
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75 soft: day 2
[x] morning walk/run/yoga x6/w
20m full body yoga
i've been negotiating with myself to get out of walks for almost 3 weeks now.
[x] meditate every afternoon for at least 15m
[] evening wxo x6/w
had to skip for plans w friends
[x]study 28h this week: 2h 12m 4h 12m down
I have a very weird headache today that seems to intensify when I study?
[x] [x] [x] raw veg/fruit for 3 meals/d
- spinach banana smoothie w my very loaded mushroom omelet for breakkie
- i'd meal prepped a salad the other day: cukes + tomato + jalapeños + green grapes w a sunflower oil + honey + lime + splash of vinegar + chilli flakes dressing; I made a wrap-which-doesn't-wrap with said salad, cowpea hummus and pan fried tofu
- handful of green grapes and 2 cherries for mid-study munchies
[] 1400cal x6d/w
social night, drank lots of urrak and couldn't stick to this! i really want to figure out a way to maintain my calorie limits while eating out and a very sad realisation is that it will definitely involve choosing b/w food & alcohol. i'm not big on getting drunk, but i love Goan feni and urrak (like literally how they taste) and i will miss it so much T-T
[x] 3L water/d
[x] progress picture/d
[x] brush before bed
[x] no media consumption on PMS/freeze days
i had a ball of a day! a friend was conducting a cyanotype workshop which i was super excited about!!!! printing looks like SO much fun. i've been meaning to dabble in some cyanotype and linocut for ages, but i just can't get my you-should-be-studying-self to get on any big projects rn. this little workshop was perfect! i went there with another friend - she overslept and was late to pick me up, then we got lost on the way and finally arrived with 10min left to the workshop, just when they were putting their prints out in the sun |:
but we did get a run through of the process! ugh i can't wait for my exams to end so i can do the 101 things on my list T-T
the workshop was part of this queer community mixer. after the workshop they screened five short films, curated under the Five Films for Freedom program. all the films were really cute - i don't have a lot of close friends who are queer, so it was really nice to get this little peek into what their world is like. Ili-ili made me cry and Compton's 22 had me in sheer awe of the beauty and power these queens possess.
after the screening, there was a panel discussion featuring prominent queer artists/storytellers that mainly centered around authentic uncensored queer expression in media. what struck me the most was that the younger people on the panel were leaning towards putting their queerness out there for the world to see - in terms of how unique they are, their struggles, their stories - vs the older people who seemed to be more like, paraphrasing] 'my queerness isn't what defines me. i'm just human too, and i want my art to underscore that. i want it to be about the little moments of mundane life that you and i feel, queer or not.'
this was followed by a whole bunch of us ending up at a homely Goan bar called "XL Bar" haha and 10/10 urrak, pork and all the fish you can think of! //for the 100th time, worships Goan food//
v fun night, so grateful to have shared an evening with such a cute community (':
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Farmers Market
Content: It's literally you and Levi at an outdoor market. Enjoy!
"Levi, look here!" You call to him from another stall.
It was your favorite time of year, fall, when the weather cooled down. The outdoor markets were starting back up and it was opening day at your favorite one.
"Look at the size of the peppers, only a dollar!" Somehow produce sales just got you excited.
"They look alright." He says, wondering why they're so cheap.
"We got a good crop right on time this year." The vendor says.
"Let's get some." You say, ready to pull some cash out.
"Gonna go any cheaper?" Levi asks the man behind the table.
"Levi! How much cheaper can they be?" You're a bit embarrassed that he's starting in already. But Levi knows that if it were near the end of the day and there's too much left they always give a better deal.
The vendor laughs though. "Maybe. You know what? You were such good customers last season, if you want to buy in bulk, how about half off? Anything you want today." There really was a lot and he remembered how much you always picked up.
"See?" Levi tells you, kissing your temple, looking at what else there is.
You were convinced Levi could talk anyone into anything, and were happy to use it to your advantage.
Soon your rolling fold up cart is already half full with bell peppers, cucumber, cauliflower, bags of kale and a huge butternut squash that Levi was sure you'd make him cut into, even though he showed you how last time.
He handed the vendor the cash as you thanked him and were already off to another stall. It really was a good deal, not that you needed ten peppers.
You were already haggling over dried fruit and nuts, coming away with eight bags for a decent percentage off, stuffing them in the tote you had.
"I got you hazelnuts and beets." You say, seeing a small smile from Levi. When you weren't looking he rolled his eyes a bit, knowing the vendors must love seeing you coming. But you always made sure to throw in his favorites, and since you didn't come as often as you would like, Levi never minded.
"I'm gonna go to the tea stall. You want the cart?" He asks and you nod.
"What kind of fruit do you want?" You indicate where you're headed next.
"Citrus." As if you didn't know. You kiss his cheek before parting for a little bit.
Levi heads to his favorite tea vendor and sees she has some new stuff this year.
"Hi there Mr Ackerman!" She always tries to remember her returning customers.
He gives a polite hello and soon has overspent on not only his favorites but some new assortments he doesn't remember her having last season. He makes sure to get cinnamon as well, one of your favorites.
Levi passes by someone selling hats, the wide brim straw sun hat with with a purple ribbon catching his eye.
He's pretty sure you've mentioned wanting one, especially on warm days. Picking one up along with some long stemmed sunflowers at the next vendor, he goes to find you.
You're no longer at the fruits, thank goodness, so he goes towards the back.
He stops dead in his tracks after he spots you. In the short time you've been away your hair has been done into one long braid and you're currently modeling a blue and yellow sun dress in another vendors mirror.
You're beautiful in anything, and Levi can hear his heart pounding. Truth be told you could probably wear rags and would still outshine everyone else.
"Levi! You like?" You say, bounding towards him and breaking this thoughts.
He can only nod, reaching to pick up your braid.
"Oh! Some young girls are learning about business and charging five dollars and I wanted to support them. Only took a few minutes. They did so good!"
Levi leans forward to give a quick kiss to your lips, place then hat on your head and holds out the sunflowers.
"This is so great! Thank you." You gush about the things he's gotten you.
You go back to the dress stall to pay and pick up the cart, leaving your other outfit in the tote. Levi takes both the cart and your tote bag, leaving you with the flowers and an extra paper bag you didn't put in the cart.
Levi sees you got the oranges he requested, along with apples, pomegranates, pears and a whole pineapple that, again, you'll probably make him deal with.
You both take a seat for a little while, enjoying warm pastries and agua frescas.
"What's in the bag?" He asks as you've not let go of it yet.
"Your favorite tea vendor? Well, her partner is running a second stall full of products." You pull out the things in the bag.
"It's a tea warming plate." You say as Levi examines it. "Charge it and it'll last for days. Now when you get busy with work it'll always be warm."
"Why don't I already have one of these?" He wonders.
You shrug and dive back into the bag. "Well, now you do. And also, Bath Brew Pockets, and socks."
Levi stares at what surely are gag gifts. "You mean, I can bathe in tea?"
"Or we, unless you want it all to yourself." You then hold up the socks. His black pair with pink writing reads 'If You Can Read This' on one and 'Bring Me Tea' on the other. Your pink pair with black writing reads 'If You Can Read This' and 'Get Your Own.'
Levi chuckles. "These are ridiculous."
You grin. "Well yeah. You gonna use everything?"
"Of course." He would always love everything you picked.
After finishing your snack it's on to grab multiple varieties of honey, apricot and also cherry jam, two loaves of fresh bread and some muffins from your favorite bakery stall, a focaccia and a dozen rolls from another one, and a two pound block of feta, which Levi says you don't need, but in the tote it goes.
You can't help but want the hummingbird mosaic wind chime, and Levi agrees if you promise to put it up, and not store it away. He then goes for yet another plush throw blanket for you to cozy up together under while you pretend there's room for coconut bowls with matching utensils in your cabinets.
It's soon clear that your tote, cart, and both yours and Levis hands are full.
"I think that's all we can manage, love." He tells you.
You know he's right but think there's something you're missing. You could pass on the chocolates this time, but there's something else.
"Oh, what about the orange juice? It's always so good!" You couldn't leave without that.
"Right." He sighs lightly. No use reminding you of all the actual oranges you just bought.
Balancing another bag on the carts handle he tells you to wait for him and is soon back with a gallon of fresh squeezed orange juice.
"Yay!" You are happy to see the new bag.
You start back with all your items and suddenly gasp, remembering one more thing.
"No, I'm sorry, there's no more hands." Levi says, trying to guide you forward with just his knee.
"But the soaps!"
"Yes and the candles and the olive oils and the pies and the goat milk." Levi lists off some random things you'll probably want next time you come. "I mean, we have to get through all this first."
"The pies." You frown at what you missed, but there really is a lot of food.
You get to the car and load everything in, settling into the passenger seat for the ride home.
"How about we bake our own pie with the stuff we have? We can always come next week." He says, taking your hand in his. You usually only came once a month during the season since you always bought so much, but there were exceptions. Besides, there were things he'd forgotten about, too.
You look at the sunflowers you're holding in front of you. It's been a lovely outdoor morning with the man who holds your heart. "What kind of pie?" Everyday with him was a good day.
He looks over and smiles, bringing your hand to his lips. "Anything you want, angel. But first, we nap."
You look back and return his smile, wondering if Levi knows how happy he makes you, and hoping you do the same for him.
Silently, he's thinking the same about you.
an- In honor of my favorite outdoor market that just opened for the season! I'll mention again that domestic fluff with Levi in everyday life is my favorite thing. And pairing him and reader with food haha.
#levi ackerman#captain levi ackerman#captain levi#aot#attack on titan#aot fluff#levi x reader#levi x y/n#levi ackerman fluff#levi fic#farmers market#levi fluff#levi fanfiction#levi
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Ocean Eyes - Part 10
A/N- Another update??? What is going on??! hope you all enjoy this part 💕 Please like/share/reblog.
Within days of being back home from our weekend at Chris's the lockdown was announced and I spent a day packing up some of mine and Masons belongings that we might need while staying with Chris. While i was feeling very nervous about having to spend this time with Chris, Mason was over the moon! He was so excited that we had to go stay with Chris and Dodger.
Chris arrived early with Scott and they loaded our things into Chris's car.
"This is gonna be so much fun!" Scott said happily.
"Are you staying at Chris's too?"
"I am!"
"Oh god that means you're gonna be trying to get me drunk!"
"Well duh!" He laughed shrugging like it should have been a given.
"God help me you two are gonna be trouble" Chris said shaking his head as he helped Mason into his carseat.
"You knew what you were getting yourself into".
While Chris and Scott started bickering i turned and saw Brian coming out of his house, he stood and watched us and then started to walk towards us.
"Oh shit.... quick lets go, Brians coming over!"
"This guy!" Chris said through gritted teeth shaking his head and looking a little pissed off.
"Morning neighbour!" Brian called out, i turned and gave a quick wave.
"You and Mason leaving?"
"Yep, we're gonna ride this out with family" i nodded and felt Chris wrap his arm around my waist and pull me closer to him.
"Come on sweetheart we should go"
"Yeah sure, take care Brian"
"Wait, you look so familiar...." Brian suddenly said looking more closely at Chris "where have i seen you before?"
"I just have one of those faces, i get that a lot" Chris shrugged casually opening my door for me.
"Yeah maybe..... hey Y/N, i was thinking after this lockdown is over maybe you and i can get dinner...."
Was he serious right now??
"Dude really??!....." Chris snapped looking at Brian shaking his head.
"What?"
Chris closed my door and stood towering over Brian as they exchanged words i could no longer hear. Chris was soon strutting round to the driver side of the car while Brian stood there looking pissed. I turned to look at Chris as he got into the car, he was fuming. He started the car and pulled away onto the road, his grip on the steering wheel so tight his knuckles went white.
"Hey, you okay?" I asked him quietly.
"I will be knowing you and Mason are away from that creep"
"What did you say to him?"
"We'll talk about it later, i don't want Mace to hear"
"Okay, but can you please try and calm down....."
"Im Fine"
"Tell your face that, plus you're kinda white knuckling the steering wheel there....."
"Sorry.... sorry. Im fine really...." he loosened his grip and gave me a tight lipped smile.
"Always so protective" Scott chuckled from the back seat earning him a glare in the rear view mirror.
"Scott i swear to god...."
"Come on boys behave, this lockdown hasn't even started yet and you're bickering"
"You sure you don't wanna go stay with Ma....." Chris muttered at Scott making us all laugh.
The first week of lockdown quickly passed, there was no news on when the lockdown would let up so we were all just enjoying our time together.....It was just like old times. I called my mom and Hannah everyday just to check in and have some female conversation but other than that it was just me and the Evan's boys in our little quarantine bubble.
I was in the kitchen making breakfast when Chris walked in sporting a new haircut..... the buzzcut was back!
"Wow...... you've shaved your hair...."
"Yeah" he run his hand over his head blushing a little "fancied a change, its been a long time since i can just cut my hair when i want"
"Right, Marvel owned it before"
"No...."
"You know i'm right" i shrugged "i always did like the buzzcut look though"
"Yeah i remember....." he smirked.
"Morning family!" Scott said loudly walking into the kitchen "What happened to your hair??"
"Fancied a change, plus now i haven't gotta worry about my hair everyday"
"You know that actually sounds kinda smart..... have you seen my bed head??"
"Kinda hard to miss Scotty" i snickered behind my hand looking at his hair that was sticking up left, right and centre.
"Maybe i should do it too"
"And me!" Mason said smiling big at us "i want hair like dads too!"
"Oh my god Chris what have you started..."
"Sorry...."
"No its fine, its only hair. It'll grow back right.... i guess now is as good a time as any for a haircut".
After breakfast Chris took Mason for his hair cut while i showered and dressed for the day. The next time i saw them all three were sporting buzzcuts and i had to admit it was very cute!
"Let me get a photo of you three, this is just too cute to pass up" i smiled grabbing my phone. I snapped a few photo's and forwarded them to Chris and Scott before setting one as my lock screen and slipping my phone back into my pocket.
"Oh my god i love this.... i'm gonna get this blown up and framed on my wall" Chris smiled looking at the photo.
"Let me get one of you three" Scott jumped up and pulled me towards the sofa where Chris and Mason still sat.
"Oh.... we dont have to do that....."
"Come on, it'll be nice to have at least one photo of the three of us" Chris said looking up at me with those damn ocean eyes of his that always made me week.
"Okay, sure" i nodded taking the seat next to Mason.
"Move in a bit closer....." Scott said trying to get us all in frame, we both leaned in closer to Mason and smiled while Scott took the photo.
"Oh i'm good..... this is great you guys" Scott said before both our phones were receiving photo's from Scott. I couldn't help the smile on my face when i saw how lovely the photo had come out.
"Okay you did good, i love this"
"This ones going up too by the way" Chris looked at me with a huge smile.
"You don't have to do that...."
"You kidding me? I want to"
"Fair enough, its your house. I just don't think your girlfriend will appreciate it much".
"Okay..... who wants lunch??" Scott asked loudly interrupting, it had suddenly got a bit awkward at the mention of Lindsey so i just got up quickly and followed Scott into the kitchen.
Once Mason was in bed for the night the alcohol came out. We watched some old movie (that Chris found hilarious) played some card games which somehow led to childish drinking games and before we knew it we were all pretty wasted!
"Right you guys i'm going to bed, i physically can not drink anymore" Scott said getting to his feet and stumbling making Chris and I laugh.
"Dude you're such a lightweight" Chris rolled his eyes at his brother.
"Shut up. Goodnight.... love you both"
"Night Scotty, love you" i smiled up at him from where i was laying on sofa.
"Night bro, love ya".
Chris and I sat in silence for a few minutes, just the sounds on the TV playing in the background.
"You want another beer?" He asked getting up from the armchair he had been occupying all night.
"Sure, i'll have one more before bed".
While Chris went to grab the beers i sat and reached for my phone to make sure i hadn't missed any messages from my mom or Hannah. There was a photo from Hannah that made me laugh just as Chris walked back in with the beers.
"Hannah just sent me this photo..." i said to him turning my phone to show him a photo of Lucas who now had a buzzcut.
"Haha! Oh god i really started something didn't i?" He laughed looking a bit guilty.
"I sent her a photo of Mason's new haircut earlier, she said Lucas wouldn't shut up about wanting the same.... looks like he got his way"
"You gotta admit it looks cute though?"
"Yeah okay i'll give you that. Mason is like your little mini me, even more so than usual"
"He’s just missing the beard"
"I think we've still got some time until that happens" i laughed "you definitely have strong genes Evans.....that boy literally inherited none of my looks"
"No but he's got your attitude and sass"
"Hey!"
"Im kidding.... mostly"
"Ass" i muttered shaking my head at him before taking a mouthful of my beer.
"He might look like me but his personality is all you sweetheart... he's an amazing kid"
"Yeah he is, id be lost without him"
"I kinda love having you both here" Chris added avoiding eye contact with me.
"Its been nice, just remember its not permanent...."
"I know, i know" he nodded quickly "you know when i came in and saw you laughing at your phone, my first thought was that it might've been Derek.... i hate that guy and i don't even know him" he scoffed "how sad is that?"
"Chris....."
"I know, its none of my business who you date or whatever"
"You're right it is none of your business. But just for the record, there's nothing going on with Derek, we were gonna go for dinner before this lockdown stuff but i haven't spoken to him since"
"Oh...."
"Can i ask you something?" I turned to face him, he looked up and nodded finally looking at me.
"Why isn't Lindsey here?"
"What?...."
"Why isn't Lindsey staying with you? I mean you guys are obviously serious if you came looking for that divorce but she isn't here....."
Chris looked away again coughing to clear his throat.... was he nervous??
"Lindsey isn't here because i ended it"
"What?... when?"
"When i found out i had a son. When i saw you again and realised anything i thought i felt for her was a lie"
"Are you fucking with me right now?"
"No. Im just being honest. Y/N, i know i fucked up when i ended things with us.... it was the biggest mistake of my life and i regret it everyday.... but i never stopped loving you. Not for one god damn second...."
I suddenly felt very sober, my heart pounding in my chest.
“You’re just saying this because you’ve had too much to drink...” i muttered shaking my head.
“You’re probably right, doesn’t mean its not true. Ive just been keeping it to myself” Chris suddenly got up and came to sit next me taking hold of my hand “i know my timings sucks but i just needed you to know..... and i just need to know if there is any chance at all that you’d give me another chance.....”
“Chris i really don’t think now is a good time to talk about this.... we’ve both had too much to drink..... if you’re serious about this i think we need to have this conversation sober”
“But you’re willing to have that conversation?”
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow” i nodded pulling my hand free and standing up “i’m gonna go to bed.... goodnight”.
I had to put some distance between us before i did something id regret in the morning.
It was safe to say i wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight.
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I wanted to ask to make sure I didn't make you uncomfortable! This turned out really long and all over the place 😭. You obv don't have to read it, since I just needed someone to talk to, bc I am very bad at expressing my feelings :'.
SoI took an important exam a few ago, and I heard some ppl got there results, so I went to go check if I got mine, and I did! But they were disappointing and not what I was expecting, bc the exam felt pretty easy. And so I was quite sad :(. And then I told my sister and she also got her results. But what made em really upset was that she got a higher mark compared to mine. And it's not that I was jealous or smn no i was very happy for her and im so proud of her! But when you keep getting lower than someone no matter how much you try, and how hard you work it makes you really upset. Especially if they didn't put in nearly as much as half the work you did.
I was just really disappointed in myself and it kinda made me question what I was doing wrong. Bc no matter how much work I put in, I still wasn't able to get close to the amount she did, even though I worked hard. It kinda made me think back about what i could've changed. And I feel like I am the problem. That I'm just dumber, or slower, or stupider. It really sucks to be thinking like that, but when it's not the first, or second, or third time it's happped, it makes me feel like there's something wrong with me.
And I only have one chance left for this exam which doesn't help :/. I also opened the results at the wrong time. Bc after I opened them i started crying (and I still am). An I opened them right before my final 😭 don't do that. Don't ever do that 😭
Self-deprecation isn't nice but sometimes you can't help but think that you're the problem when no matter what you do, or try to change,, you feel stuck and nothing changes. *sigh* I couldn't even sleep this morning or last nigh,, today is just not it
Thabk you for letting me rant! I seriously needed that!
hey lovely! i’m sorry i only just saw this but :( i’m so sorry that you’ve been led to think of yourself that way :( (had to put a read more cause this got long haha)
i promise that although something like one exam seems detrimental and catastrophic right now, but trust me, in the long run, it’s big results and achievements that matter. not to say that little successes shouldn’t be celebrated, because they absolutely should, but failures should never, ever put you down. i sound hypocritical because god knows i beat myself up for days when a bad exam happens, but honestly, i try to remind myself, it’s already happened. i did my best, and i did all i could, and this is the result. it’s not the best, it’s not me, but it happened, and i can’t change it. all i can do is aim for better on the next exam.
i know it seems like all your chances have vanished, but i promise they haven’t. newer and maybe even better chances will arrive. and you’ll do amazing.
take your study habits, and look through them. could there be something you’re doing that might not be 100% efficient? maybe you’re not studying in a way that best helps you. like for example, a lot of people are visual learners, so they require notes, watching videos, seeing things demonstrated, for them to fully understand. while some are auditory learners. there are so many different types to it. maybe try figuring that out first! it might help enhance studying.
also i trust that you are proud of your sister, but comparing yourself to her will only make you feel worse. compare yourself to yourself. take a time where you’ve done really well, and analyze why. did your study methods differ, did you just understand the material more, did you get enough sleep the night before, etc.
and i promise you, one bad day does not determine whether you’re meant to be happy or not. i’m really sorry it was bad for you, but i hope and pray that tomorrow’s better, or the day after, or the day after and then all the days after that. you’re going to be okay, i promise. everything will be fine, and you’re perfect the way you are, with your grades and everything. so long as you continue to do your absolute best, everything will soon fix itself, and you’ll be where you’re meant to be.
just trust in yourself, and in your capabilities. you’ll end up where you’re meant to end up, and hopefully that’s somewhere you want, and somewhere you deserve. i love you loads! and you can come to me at any time you need! mwah <3
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A New Life #2
< Part 1
It's morning, Khun got up first. He looked to where Bam is and seems like he's still in a very deep sleep. Khun got out slowly as not to wake him up and went to the bathroom to wash away the sleepiness off his face.
What was he thinking last night?! Brought home a homeless kid? That's not like him at all. He splashed the cold water onto his face. Maybe because he was really tired last night that his emotions took control of him. He splashed the water again and wiped his face with a nearby towel then stared at his reflection in the mirror. This will be so troublesome, he thought, but he can't just throw him out, can he? What done is done, he sighed.
Khun walked to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. He measured some rice and put it in a rice cooker pan, might as well add half more cup cause he won't be eating alone this time. He rinsed the rice and pour the appropriate amount of water before turning on the rice cooker.
Then he placed a pan on the stove, heated some butter and cracked an egg then sprinkled it with salt and pepper to make a simple sunny-side-up. He repeated the steps again, and while doing so, he thought about what he should do with Bam.
He has no experience with kids, he won't be a great figure for him. Maybe he can report him to the police station? No, if he recall correctly, Bam despised the idea. Orphanage? No, he was there once, not that it's bad but he prefers not to be there, it reminded him of his old home and it's not a pleasant memory.
About time, the eggs are done and Khun put it on separate plates, he turned around to put them on the dining table just in time to see little Bam already got up and watches him curiously behind the wall.
"good morning", Khun motioned Bam to join him, but Bam quickly ran away. Khun was about to ask what he's up to but it's quickly answered as Bam came back with the cushion.
Bam placed the cushion on its original place but he sat on the floor instead, hoping Khun will use it this time.
Once again, Khun felt that warm feeling growing inside him, it won't hurt to keep the kid for now right? Maybe he could use a company.
They ate breakfast in silence, enjoying the meal and each other presence. It's weekend morning, and that means Khun is free today, he decided what to do. "let's get you a haircut", he suggested, "and then we can buy some new clothes and stuff for you".
Bam smiles and nods.
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They were just from the barbershop and Bam got his hair cut. His hair is now short and fluffy, Khun fought the urge to ruffle it, not to mention that he looks way cuter than before because of his big golden eyes. Now he only needs some new clothes and he'll be perfectly cute.
Bam stood in awe as he entered a huge shopping mall, like it's his first time going to a place like this, or maybe it is, Khun didn't comment or ask about it.
"here", Khun offered his hand, "so you won't get lost".
Bam gingerly took his hand but smiled afterwards.
They walk around in the clothes shop for almost an hour. Bam got some shirts, pants, underclothes and shoes, and Khun also insisted to buy him a jacket with animal ears hoody.
It's fluffy and warm, and Khun also said he looks cute when he wore it. Bam will surely treasure that jacket.
Khun is pleased, Bam's happy face is all he needs, the money that he spent was worth it.
Next is equipment. Bam needs a place to sleep but mattress is too big for his room, so they settled on sleeping bag instead, and Bam is perfectly okay with it. Might as well buy him a pillow, a blanket and a towel too.
When they about to get to the cashier, they passed by the kids section which is loaded with toys and dolls, and one particular doll caught Bam's attention. It's a. . .crocodile? But it's brown with red eyes, wearing a red shirt and navy blue short, just as big as a soccer ball. Nothing special about it but Bam couldn't get his eyes off it.
Khun noticed this as well, "do you want it?"
Bam quickly shook his head, he didn't dare to ask him for more, though his eyes betrayed him as he kept stealing a glance at the doll.
Khun stared at him before picking the doll and put it in their shopping cart.
Bam was surprised, happy, but also troubled. "is okay?", he asked shyly.
"of course", Khun gave him a smile, it's a relatively small price to buy his happiness.
Bam's eyes twinkled with joy and he smiles brightly, "thank yhu!"
They passed by a bookstore when they're about to leave the mall, and Khun thought it'll be very beneficial to give him some books to spend time with. "let's work on your vocabulary and pronunciation".
"vokabyulery? Prenensea—uhm?"
Khun chuckled and patted his head, "haha yeah, you have a lot to learn".
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They got home. It's past noon and Khun went to the kitchen to make lunch while Bam tries his best to tidy up the groceries. After they ate, Khun helped Bam with the remaining stuff.
It's a tiring weekend, when was the last time he walked that long? Khun flopped himself onto his bed and sighed in content as his body sank into the soft mattress.
Bam watches him curiously, holding his doll tightly in his arms. His face told Khun that he wants to say something.
"you should try to speak more often", Khun suggested, "it'll help you learn faster".
Bam nods, then followed by "okay". He approached Khun and asked him with a low voice while avoiding eye contact, "uhm, what shuld I call yu Mr. . .?"
Right. If he's not mistaken, he only said his name once, no wonder he forgot. "Khun, just call me Khun".
"Mr.Kun?"
"well, I guess that works too".
Satisfied, Bam smiled. Now that the question that bothered him since yesterday was answered, he yawned as the tiredness finally took over.
"tired too, aren't you?", Khun sat on the bed edge and lifted Bam up, 'he's very light', he thought. Then Khun placed him down next to him on the bed, 'only this time', he told himself. And they both fell asleep.
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Khun slept for about 2 hours before his phone decided to wake him up. "hello. Yeah. Yeah. Huh? Isn't it— Wait, why don't you—. Argh, okay okay", he hung up. Why can't his team be responsible for once? It's weekend darn it. He sighed and started to work on his laptop.
Luckily he only needs a few hours to fix it, just in time when Bam woke up.
"good evening, Bam".
"good ifning", Bam replied, still half asleep.
"are you hungry yet?"
Bam shook his head. He yawned and got up while Khun closed his laptop. Then they settled on taking a bath first before dinner. They take a bath together because Khun wants to make sure Bam does it right.
"no, it's not like that", Khun facepalmed internally and smiles at the same time. And yes, apparently Bam did it wrong, so he must teach him from the start.
"close your eyes", Khun pour some water on his head and Bam reflexively wiped his face with his hand. Khun took a white bottle, "this one called shampoo, it's to clean your hair".
"shampoo?"
"yes, that's it. Now give me your hand", Khun poured a little shampoo on his palm, "there, now put it on your hair and rub it until foamy".
Bam slapped his head with his palm and laughs when he did, earning a smile from Khun. He rubs his head in a weird and funny way that makes Khun couldn't contain his own laugh. The shampoo smells nice, Bam likes it.
"you don't need to do this everytime though, once every two or three days is enough".
Bam nods, some foam trickled down his forehead. Khun helped him wiped it away.
Then Khun took something from his side, "this is soap, give it some water and then rub it like this", he demonstrated, "after that, rub it all over your body", Khun gave Bam the soap, "make sure you didn't miss anything".
While Bam slowly but surely covering himself in soap, Khun works on getting himself clean as well.
And then Khun got a childish idea that Bam will surely likes. "hey Bam, look at this", he took a tiny bit of shampoo on his palm and gave it a few drops of water, he rubbed his hands and blew a bubble from between his fingers.
Bam looks in awe at the round rainbow floating thing in front of him, "pretty!".
"it's called a bubble".
"ah!", it popped.
Khun blew another one for him. He might regret this later, but now it doesn't really matter because Bam's reaction was priceless.
They eventually rinse themselves, Bam is excited to use his new towel, it's so soft and fits him well. And he's really thankful.
Khun started to cook dinner, and this time Bam finally has a chance to watch him from close by. Khun decided to make fried rice that they still have some rice left, he put some ingredient on the sink, "Bam, can you name some of this?", he tested.
"um. Eggs, onyens, carrots, meat, vejetables", he said while pointing at them.
"not bad", Khun praised, "but to be specific, these are sausages, these are mustard greens and this is cauliflower".
Bam took a mental note and nodded.
Khun prepares dinner while explaining to Bam the step-by-step. From rinsing and cutting to cooking and seasoning.
Bam's eyes twinkled as he stares at the fried rice, it looks and smells delicious and he realized how hungry he is when his stomach growled.
So they ate. Khun noted that the food tastes more pleasant than usual, somehow. Maybe it's because he's looking at Bam's pleased expression while eating, maybe because there's someone he can share the moment with, someone who radiates happiness over some trivial things. And Khun wants to keep it as long as he could.
#UwU#tower of god#tog#khun#khun aguero agnis#khun a.a#bam#baam#25th bam#25th Baam#my fanfic#my art#part 2 for my 1 year anniv of this fic release haha#might do part 3 but no promise#i have a lot of angst planned
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perm boy part two
Disclaimer: Hey guys, welcome back. I didn't think I’d make a part 2 to this but here I am! I might consider making this a mini series as well but I’m unsure. If you haven't read the first part click here and to see the master list click here.
Warnings: cursing, minuscule sexual urges, and the rest is mostly fluff between the reader and Joe
Summary: Joe left the next morning to get to set, but stupidly forgot to give you his number beforehand. You wake up and do some stalking before finding his instagram and messaging him. This results in getting his number and planning to hang out.
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The next morning you woke up laying alone in your chilly bed with a small headache.
After you asked Joe to stay the night you both spent a lot of the night talking and getting to know each other in the very same bed you laid in.
Nothing happened of course though.
You did indeed have to remind yourself a few times of the 4 year relationship you just got out of to avoid making a move on the man who came to your rescue the night before.
A few times is an understatement though, because even though you are a light weight and drank two beers you couldn't blame the strong feelings you had towards him on the alcohol.
You weren't sure if it was you actually starting to like him or if it was just your body wanting to get laid, but either way you still definitely wanted to continue talking to him.
A thought made you sit up in your bed.
‘I never got his number. Or anything really. I might never see him again.’
—–
Flashback To Last Night
It was almost 3 am in the morning
You and Joe were laying in your bed, the exhaustion taking over after hours of forcing your bodies to stay up laughing and enjoying each other’s company.
The both of your bodies were faced towards each other in your bed, bodies covered under your blankets, and your slowly closing eyes kept opening back up to see each other.
“It’s really late...” You whispered, watching his content smile fade a bit.
“Maybe I should be getting home-” He started to say, looking as though he just chased off a deer when trying to take pictures of it.
“I didn't mean it like that.” You giggled, shaking her head a bit, “I just mean...I might pass out on you soon...”
“Oh...” Joe relaxed into the bed again as you went back into silence a few minutes.
“Thank you for tonight...you made it really great when I thought it would be really terrible.”
“You don't have to thank me...I’m just glad you...didn't get hurt by a pervert and you got your place back. You deserved it more than Dylan.”
The name made you open your eyes as you held back a laugh with a smirk, “Who the hell is Dylan?”
“That was the ex-boyfriend’s name right?” He asked confused making you burst out into laughter, “His name is Derek!” You grinned.
Joe froze before chuckling, “My mistake-”
“That’s hilarious...Dylan...” Your words trailed off before grinning again, “Still sounds like a fuck boy name actually so it works.”
That comment sent you both laughing, and after you got control over yourselves you passed out, the exhaustion finally getting to you.
—–
Granted he possibly didn’t want to see you again.
He’s a growing actor who probably didn't want to have someone as regular as you talking to him.
But then again he didn’t seem like the kind to not talk to someone just because he was famous.
You groaned a bit to yourself as you turned to look to your bedside and grabbed your phone. Of course you forgot to plug it in before you passed out with Joe so you plugged it up real quick before typing in your password and looking at your notifications.
Your mom texted about needing help Sunday to move her stuff out of the house she previously owned with your dad.
Your parents were getting a divorce, at least you think they are. The confusing part of the equation here is that they haven’t signed any papers, they haven't taken off the wedding rings, or have been seeing anyone. They say they just want time apart on their own before making the final decision.
To you though, it just makes you believe they want to stay together without the other knowing it.
You texted her saying you would, knowing you wouldn’t say no in the first place. You loved your mom.
The next notification was from Instagram, saying someone you had notifications turned on for posted, and you wish you would've turned off the stupid notifications until you got an idea.
You got onto the app and hopefully typed in ‘Joe Mazzello’, and you found yourself become excited over seeing an account pop up.
You clicked onto it before seeing it was really him and gave him a follow. Following him on a social media app can’t be bad right? It’s what the media is for.
After following you looked through the few posts he had, finding yourself admire his face and hair before the perm. He was definitely cute and goofy like last night.
‘If I sent him a message would he see it? Is it worth a shot?’
Hesitantly you clicked the message button and typed in, ‘Hey! Don’t know if you’ll see this or not, but if you do I’d love to get your number or something? After last night I’d love to meet up again!’
You stared at the message before frowning and retyping.
‘Hey! Don’t know if you’ll see this or not, but if you do I’d love to get your number if it’s okay. I’d love to be friends!’
Does that still scream creepy or does it make me look like I’m friend zoning him now?
‘Hey! Figured I’d try messaging you on here but I’d love to get your number and hang out some more.’
‘Okay, I suppose that works.’ You thought to yourself before pressing send and sighing outloud.
You looked at the time to see it’s 10:38 am so you got out of bed to go shower and make breakfast. You’d have to go to work today so unfortunately you’d also have to plan for that.
Once you finally got out of the shower it was a little past 11, you headed to the kitchen before seeing you got a new notification. Joe actually responded.
You guess he wasn’t lying when he said he wasn’t that famous if he had time to go through Instagram messages since most celebrities don’t.
‘Hey that’d be great! I meant to leave a message or something this morning but I realized I was late to filming! I ran out of your place and got an Uber haha. I’ll send my number, we’re on break now.’
You couldn't help but a grin at the thought of Joe running out of your apartment in a frenzy because he was late to film all because he spent the night with you. He sent his number separately right after that so you saved it to your contacts and sent him a message on there.
‘I’m just curious...how late did I make you? 😳😬’
‘Well let’s just say I was supposed to be there at 7 for hair and makeup and I woke up around 8. I didn’t actually get there until closer to 8:30 or so. They were behind though so I got off with a quick warning. No worries. It was worth it 😏’
‘Ha glad to hear that then.’
‘I got to go soon but I don’t have to come in tomorrow since we should get these scenes done today. Want to plan something for then?’
‘I gotta help move my mom move out tomorrow. Maybe another day would work better?’
‘Does she need any help?’
You grinned wider at that message.
Joe is a sweet guy, and if the situation was different you’d be trying to flirt and score a date...unless he thought last night was one? Does he think you’re interested like that? Are you interested like that?
You couldn't help but worry you were rushing everything. That you were gonna mess up the chance to have a good man like Joe in your life and he might turn into a rebound.
Is Joe worth another shot of crushing on someone?
‘If you’re alright with it I’ll gladly come help. I can buy us all lunch too?’ He texted again, almost as if he was scared he seemed to forward. It was like he wanted to try but didn’t want to scare you off either.
You didn't mind him trying though.
‘I’d love to do that, if you really think you’re ready to meet the parents haha’
‘I met the ex, might as well meet the rest of the gang. Can we figure out the details later? They’re calling us back. 😟’
‘Yeah of course, just text me when you’re good to talk again! see ya’
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Once you got off of work that night you were elated to see a text from Joe that he sent an hour ago.
‘I’m heading home now, want to call when you're off?’
‘Yeah! I’m heading home so I’ll let you know when I’m ready’ You texted back after getting into your car. You drove home in excitement due to thinking about the plans for tomorrow all day.
It was only around 8 so you had all night to talk and plan with him.
Once you pulled into your parking space and headed up the stairs to your apartment you sent him a single text saying, ‘Ready’
You figured he wouldn't call right away but to your surprise not less then a minute after the message was sent he started calling, so you answered and put him on speaker phone.
“Hey perm boy.” You teased, heading to your room to change into some more comfortable clothes.
“Perm boy? Now that’s just cruel. I thought you’d be more sweet then that.” Joe laughed into the phone sending small chills up your arms.
You loved hearing his laugh.
“Well I can be sweet and spicy.”
“Like chicken?”
“Oh no I’m definitely wings.” You replied through your giggles, only making him laugh some more.
“I will put that into my notes about you then.” He paused, seeming hesitant to say anymore to you, “Um...Y/N?”
“Yeah?” You answered hopefully despite not being sure why you were hopeful.
“Um...so if I���m coming to help move tomorrow then what time will it be around?” He finally asked, making the breath you didn't realize you were holding breath out of your system.
“Um...” You trailed off as you struggled to get on your pajama pants, “Well she wants me there around 12, but I don't know how long she’ll need help for.”
“Should I bring some food? Or would you rather wait to eat after once it’s all completed?”
“We can get some before together if you’d like. I’ll text my mom in a moment just to ensure she doesn't have the same idea and we have bucket loads of food.” You joked, knowing your mom would think to buy extra food for you though.
She probably already thinks she is causing you a disturbance by asking for help and would try repaying you in food. Which being the hungry girl you are, you sure didn't mind.
“Sounds good to me. Would you want to meet at a restaurant or should I pick you up? I can come get you and drive us wherever needed...unless you wouldn't want me in your home again?” He joked
“Oh definitely not, you’re a terrible guest.” You giggled, shaking your head playfully even though he couldn't see it, “If you don't mind driving we can go with your second option and ride there together?”
“I definitely don't mind...that sounds creepy I will stop while I'm ahead.” Joe laughed once more.
You found the both of you couldn't help but make jokes to each other, it just all came so natural and made you enjoy every moment with him even more. As you laid down in your bed it became clear neither of you hanged up.
Instead you both were just sitting in silence due to neither of you wanting to hang up in the first place despite knowing you’d see each other tomorrow.
“Do you have my address? I can send it now so I don't forget...” You whispered, not waiting for his response as you proceeded to message him your address.
“I don't have it so that'll be helpful....I will see you tomorrow?” He asked once again.
“You will. Text me before you come over so I will be ready in time....goodnight Joe.”
“Goodnight Y/N...” He whispered before you slowly clicked the button the end the call, knowing you would need your rest for what was to come.
Your phone let out a notification one more time for the night. From Derek.
‘I’m sorry. I love you, can we meet tomorrow and talk this out?’
You watched it for a minute before sighing in frustration. You didn't want to talk to him, but you knew it would be best to let it all out there and end things properly instead of you yelling at him and someone else half naked.
‘We’ll talk in the morning at 9am at our spot. No exceptions. This is the last time I ever want to see you, if you don't show up then that’s it.’
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Ahh! I’m so excited to add onto this story. I hope you enjoyed this and thank you for reading! Come back for part 3!
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The rest of the trip went more smoothly than it started, but we still had some hiccups here and there haha.
We didn't hit anything getting gas the second morning, we launched like pros once again, and we had a better plan: We figured we'd go to Warm Creek Bay and hit a couple of canyons for some waverunner play time, then we'd go back to the Antelope Marina to fill up on gas (to avoid the running out of gas issue from the day before) and then we'd hit Labyrinth for our hike of the day. I rode with Beach through the channel this time, and WOW I got hurt haha. She loves to get air, and rides those things HARD, but we hit something wrong, and somehow I got launched in the air and landed so hard on my pelvic bone that I was in immediate pain and knew it was bad. We took it a little easier after that, and I tried to absorb more of the impacts with my butt, but by the time we made it all the way out to Warm Creek Bay, I was really feeling it and needed a break. So we decided to hit Labyrinth first.
We almost couldn't find it, and were getting nervous, but luckily this time we'd just missed it our first time around. It was MAD EMPTY. Amazing. It's a beautiful, beautiful canyon to ride though. So peaceful, and so quiet. At one point, we came to a part that was really thinning up, and someone had parked their waverunner right in the way of the path. RUDE. Beach climbed over it and swam around to investigate if there was a place to park ours if we were able to get them through, and she felt like there was. So we ended up doing some maneuvers to move their waverunner out of the way, sneak both of ours through the tight space, and then put theirs back. If we thought the muck in Antelope Canyon was bad, we hadn't seen anything yet. The final little channel leading the sand area where we could park the waverunners was PACKED full of muck. It was disgusting. I was right in it with them this time. And the SMELL. I can't begin to describe how nasty it was. Once we dragged the waverunners out of the muck onto the sand, we tried to clean ourselves off in the little trickles of water coming down the canyon above us, but it also smelled like sulfur. We weren't having the best of time with that hahah, especially Brayden. He was quite mad. It led him to finally saying, "And off to your left, you'll find Muck-ass Canyon" as if he were a Lake Powell tour guide, and we laughed and laughed and called it Muck-ass Canyon the rest of the trip.
After we were "clean" we started hiking. The water level had really dropped here, to the point where the first while of the hike didn't even feel right. We started to wonder if we were even in the right place. We did end up passing the owners of the waverunner we'd had to move, and they confirmed that we were on the right track. It wasn't long before it began to slot up, and become the beautiful canyon we remembered - our favorite hike! It's absolutely amazing and stunning, and so worth the muck and the pain. It was an even better experience having it all to ourselves. We hiked until it started opening up again, and enjoyed every second. It's nice how cool it is when you're hiking through the slots. You're covered by shade, and it's just really enjoyable. We also found the perfect ASMR hit in there - stepping on the dried slabs of mud. UGH I loved it. Would hike again and again.
We took another break after the hike for snacks and water, and then proceeded to unwedge our waverunners from the muck and make the swim out.You just have to be careful not to hit the waverunners on the canyon walls, but we did good. Same process of de-mucking the machines like yesterday, and we also had to strip ourselves to get all of the muck out of our swimsuits. It was so disgusting, haha.
Once we finally got out in the open, we played around a bit on our way back to the marina. We still got back in the dusk hours when it was starting to get a little dark, and the ramp was being closed. We had to wait until park services left so Beach could move the cones out of the way and come down the ramp to pick us up.
It was a perfect loading process this time, and Beach nailed a better way of strapping them down to the crappy poles. We went home to take a quick shower, and I learned that half of my pelvic area was SO swollen and bruised - like BLACK bruised. OW OW OW. I really did hit it hard. I took IBuprofen, but was then pretty nervous about going back out again the next day haha.
We did have a super delicious dinner that night at a local tavern, which was much needed. And once again, we slept like the dead.
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I have got a story to tell!!!!
I have got a story to tell!!
I went for a trek recently and as usual uploaded the photos stories in WhatsApp and Insta. One of my best friends insisted me that I should write about the experience in detail since I went with zero company. I'm not so good with words or metaphors but here I'm trying to detail what I've experienced.
Usually, I have the habit of exaggerating everything. But when I decided to write about my trip, I wanted it to be damn honest and the way I experienced it and not for the usual Insta update.
For a long time, I was thinking of going on a solo trip and experience what actually it is. So when my colleague Keerthi who is an avid trekker told me about his experience, I got a spark that I should try this one. It took me around 5 months to convince myself that I will be able to make it and it took another 2 months to convince my paranoid mother why I wanted to do it.
After getting the blessings from Mommy Dearest, the date for the auspicious trek was finalised as Feb 3rd 2019. The plan was to reach Delhi by flight and train to Dehradun from Delhi. So I started to Delhi on 2nd Feb morning. Morning dawned as usual and I got ready as usual and boarded local train to airport as usual except the fact I'm carrying 60 litre bag. It was quite heavy and I still wonder why the hell I packed so much for a trek(First timer- you never know what you'll need :P) I left Singara Chennai with much love from two of my best friends Ani and Vaishu. To be honest, I didn't feel a thing till I landed in Delhi. The moment I got into the Delhi metro station alone, the feeling of doing something for the first time started to kick in. Now many of you think what's fuss about this going alone as if I'm going to Moon or other planet(I feel you guys!) but I'll tell you why. This is not something that happens in our household often. Even I go to Bangalore or any other place for office trips or any other trip for that matter, my mother make sure that I call her before, after and during the journey and book the safest mode of transport suggested by the company itself or being accompanied by a friend or colleague. I won't say that I have never travelled alone then it would be a big load of bull shit but this kind of trip and trek with bunch of strangers in no network area is not a usual one for us.
So I met two of my trekmates in the Delhi railway station and we started our journey together to Dehradun. Around 6:30 in the morning, I reached Dehradun and met the other trekmates who were waiting outside railway station. Then the introductions happened and a guy who looked not more than 20 came and introduced himself as my trek leader and he is Himanshu. Haha I was shocked. I had to check twice whether he was the trek leader for real. Then our journey to the village of Sankri began. Sankri is the base camp for our trek. It is around 180 kms from Dehradun. 10 of us got into tempo Traveller and started our journey to the base camp. On the way we had our dinner and lunch.
I still wonder why did I order Dosa in the pahadi restaurant. It was so worse all I wanted to do was to take a flight back to Chennai and have a Saravana Bhavan Dosa. And yeah I don't blame anybody. On the way I saw the glimpses of snow and Yamunotri ranges. Man I was damn excited for this trip!
At around 5, we reached our base camp and got settled in the rooms provided. I explored the village for some time and went to the temple and prayed without knowing who's the God🤦 Back in the camp, all the prerequisites for the trek(medical history, documents) were checked by our trek leader and he started the briefing for trek. We gave a brief introduction about ourselves and it reminded me of my college first day. Then I was so nervous but now it was so fun. I was smiling for no reason. 20 of trekmates came from different cities of India. One big gang from Bangalore, one couple from Mumbai to celebrate anniversary, one couple to celebrate honeymoon, one engaged couple, a father daughter duo from Kolkata, guys from Rajasthan, Mumbai. It was a mix of everything. Once the briefing was done, I went out to have my dinner and felt the first cruel chill of the trek. To be honest, I have never been in a place where the temperature is below 18° C. That too because this year we had actual winter in Chennai. So when you put me in the 4° C, obviously I would shiver and freeze. I was about to cry when I couldn't feel my hands. Himanshu smiled and said 'Hota hai hota hai'. Adeii!! All I wanted to do was to smack his face at the very moment. Then I grabbed the hot tea vessel and had some food for the growling stomach and retired to bed soon. I couldn't help imagining how I'm going to survive for the next 4 days. Truth to be told, I was excited for the trek and panicked for the cold. Somehow I was drawn into a dreamless sleep.
The next day I got up to the commanding voice of Himanshu. This time he wanted to check blood pressure at 6:30 in the morning. Phewww!! There gone my sleep with him. We got ready and had our breakfast and all set to go for the trek. On the first day we had to cross 2.5 kms. But believe me when I tell you it's not just 2.5 kms. When you ascend the mountain, you would feel it requires double or triple the energy to cross than the one guides have mentioned.
After getting the do's and dont's from Himanshu, we started our trek following the trail. We would have walked hardly for 500 m , then it was just snow. I came to know that this year the snowfall was very heavy and usually on this trek we get to see snow only on 3rd day but this time we got it 1st day itself. I was quite happy and excited and got into my usual jumpy mode to see the snow.
I had to pinch myself to make sure that I was not dreaming. I was walking on the 3 feet snow and all I could see was just snow. I played and played and played throughout the trail and fatigue started showing it's face before I could reach the 1st campsite. With much struggle and constant Chalo chalo echoes from the guides Sunil Bhai and Upi Bhai, I reached the camp.
It was such a mesmerizing sight! One side its a valley of snow and other side stood the glorious pine trees bathed in snow yet giving the majestic looks. We have got two local dogs to play with and it accompanied us to other camp sites as well. We played mafia, cards, some funny games for introductions and had a blast on the first day. It felt so very good to get rid of my inhibitions and be able to mingle with a group about whom I knew nothing of. Once the dinner done, some of us decided to go for star gazing and the argument, discussion about various topics during star gazing we had, are something that's gonna stay with me forever.
Second day dawned little cloudy and sun was not ready to come out and meet us. Today we had to cross 4-5 kms. There were three steep ascends in the trail and I was dreaded and excited as usual. But it was much better than I expected and was one of the firsts to reach base camp. On the way we had so much fun and as for me, 2nd day was the best. I sang the loudest on the way and threw snow at everyone I saw and we played with the fresh snow on the whole trail.
I stopped at so many places and wondered whether I'm in heaven. The moment I saw the frozen lake Juda ka thalaab, I fell in love almost immediately. How can everything be so pristine white like there is no hint of cruelty or bad vibes in it! Words fail me to describe the magnificence of the nature. No adjectives are enough to express the beauty of it. All I could do was to be in the moment and enjoyed it till lasts.
The same joyous mood stayed for the complete day. Even in the campsite, we played games but this time, on the snow. I was so carefree, and didn't have any worry about anything in the world. I made snowman(with huge help from Rahul), engaged in snow fight, played so many games. It was just merry making time for us.
After the two days of trek, I was confident that I could manage to reach the summit. So it was never a question of whether I could do or not.
Himanshu told that we would be starting at 5 in the morning for the summit. Around 11 pm, I woke up to the butterflies in my stomach. I thought it was the excitement and nervousness of climbing the peak. But later I found it was the butterflies of sickness. I threw up twice and Himanshu was called and he gave medicines and clearly told me that he wouldn't allow me for summit if my condition remains the same. So I prayed all the gods to keep me fit and healthy just for a day.
Around 3:30 am, we got the woke up call and we were welcomed with snowfall and bone breaking cold. I hoped that weather and my health get better before trek get started. An hour passed with the refreshments and nokjhoks. Weather got much better than me. I was feeling breathlessness for walking from my tent to dining area. Himanshu told me that I'm not going anywhere and asked me to take rest. After much pleading and him not wanting a debate in the morning, I started the trek. I took my father's muffler with me and keep on talking with it as if with my father. I keep on telling 'Appa epdiyadhu poidanum'. I pretty much managed half way then suddenly I started feeling nausea and was about to faint. I had to walk to a hut which was 100m away where I could take rest and start again but I couldn't even reach there. At that moment I realised I'm not gonna make it to summit and I failed. I informed my guides and Himanshu that I'm not coming and they can go ahead. I sat in the hut for 20 minutes feeling dejected and listening to a guide and other fellows who decided not to go to summit for various reasons. I listened and listened and suddenly I couldn't any more. I came out controlling my tears and looked at the majestic Kedarkantha peak for one last time and started to run to the base camp. Alone. Defeated. I blamed myself, my father, my health, Himanshu, anything and everything that came on my mind. And then I stopped and took a look around me. It was just snow and mountains looking at me. I sat there on the snow and started thinking why I failed. Then I realized I triumphed the moment I took the TT to Sankri with 10 odd strangers. It was never about the climbing the summit at 13000 ft. It was about me coming out of my comfort zone which I have drawn for myself. I still remember when I was roaming on the streets of Delhi, I gave a thought of going back to Chennai without even showing up in Dehradun. But I came to Sankri and for 3 days I was among the strangers doing things which I have never done in my life and lived my life like never before and survived -20° C. This is the success for me and this is what I wanted. If I climbed the summit, that would definitely been a cherry on the top but I can't sulk over it and not seeing the happiness and fulfillment I got every other minute over the past 3 days. I have never seen snow in my life but here I'm walking on the snow and couldn't see anything other than snow and beautiful ranges. Why would I worry for something which I can't control?? With determined mind, I started walking to the base camp. This time contented and happy. I danced, I sang, I laughed, I played, I talked with the mountains and I slid down the snow. Simply I lived in the moment and enjoyed the time. With the whole hearted happiness, I reached the base camp, gulped the medicines and waited for others to join. I heard the stories of people who climbed the summit and to my surprise I didn't regret the decision of coming down. We stayed in the pahad for two more days and enjoyed the bliss and started our way back to Dehradun bidding good byes to our guides, Himanshu and the black dog who accompanied me throughout the trek! Being emotional type that I'm, I shed two or three tears when Himanshu hugged and asked me to come back to finish the summit.
When coming back, all the memories of the last 5 days rushed in my mind and probably the precious memories of my life. I'm sure I will go back to see the mountains again. May be they wanted me to come again and that could be the reason for my sickness 😝 (When you're are so optimistic, you can say anything)
This 5 day trek was not just another vacation for me. It was the best time and there is a feeling of content and self realisation! I realised it's ok to give yourself a break and live the life a little at times!!
While we were on the trek, everyone had a story to tell. When they looked at me, I told them with much embarrassment that I don't have any story. Rahul cheered me up and said 'Now you have got a story'.
And yeah now I have got a story to tell everyone💛
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