#long distance move dallas

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What to Know About Long Distance Moves in Dallas and Planning Ahead?

Whether it is moving to another Texan city or relocating out-of-state, Long Distance Move Dallas requires more planning and effort. Understanding key aspects and preparing methodically is essential for smooth execution as per Dallas movers.

Breakdown Distance-based Cost Drivers

The biggest sticker shock in long-distance moves comes from under-estimating the distance factor across these parameters:

1. Travel Distance

Full-service movers charge basis miles covered between current residence and new home. Crossing state borders means pricier outstation permits and taxes too.

2. Higher Packing Material Needs

Bigger trucks mean larger cargo requiring additional boxes, tape, bubble wraps, and blankets. Loading scattered items also requires more filler material to prevent damage.

3. Increased Fuel Consumption

Whether a small truck for 1000 miles or a large full truck for 3000-mile journey greater transit time burns more gas. And fluctuating prices affect budgets.

4. Extended Labor Hours

From packing and loading to unloading and unpacking, longer distance moves require bigger crew sizes. More drive time means overtime wages too.

Take an itemized approach tracking distance-linked elements while planning logistics and costs with Dallas movers. Hidden fuel hikes or overtime labor charges should not surprise you later!

5. Advance Items Consolidation

The most back-breaking task in long-haul moves is last-minute box loading on the night before departure. Handle major sorting, purging, and packing activities in advance through.

6. Garage Sales

Hold garage sales month before moving out. use the cash earned from knick-knacks to fund shifting. Less stuff means lower moving costs too!

7. Donations

Gift unused clothing, appliances, and toys to friends, family or charity. Local donation drives help write off taxes too.

8. Trash Disposal

Toxic paint tins or broken electronic items become safety hazards during transit. Clear them out through hazardous waste disposal days.

9. Storage Units

Use low-cost storage units to shift rarely used items like holiday decorations, and old files ahead of moving day. Frees up living space for better packing.

De-cluttering stuff systematically reduces long-distance moving costs and chaotic last-minute scrambles. International Mover Dallas confirms doing it 2–3 months early helps immensely during out-of-state relocations.

1. Evaluate Moving Support Needs

Friends and family serve as handy helping hands for local city moves. But long journeys require paid help with:

2. Full Packing Services

Hire professional packers associated with movers for fragile items like mirrors, electronics, and chinaware. Expert wrapping using quality materials prevents in-transit damage.

3. Partial Loading Help

If hiring a rental truck for self-drive long-distance moves, pay for partial loading help from moving crews to safely load tricky furniture. Reduces self-lift injuries.

4. Full-service Relocation

For hassle-free out-of-state shifts, Licensed Dallas Movers offer seamless packing, loading, insured driving, and unloading services under one contract. It is ideal for complex interstate transfers.

Determine how many tasks can be self-managed against parts needing professional support based on move complexity. Allocate budgets accordingly.

Compare Insurance Coverage

Unfortunate goods damaged while in transit or storage losses during long-distance relocations can be more damaging, especially for commercial consignments. Review aspects like:

1. Coverage Scope

Beyond basic goods value, see what special value additions like antiques, cars, etc can be covered under the policy. Items prone to pilferage like jewelry also need special riders.

2. Claim Settlement Process

Check claim documentation needed, settlement timelines, and dispute resolution mechanisms promised under policy fine print by movers in Dallas. Faster payouts offer peace of mind.

3. Deductibles and Limitations

Beware of disproportionately high deductible amounts in lower premium policies that can outweigh total coverage value. Also, the cap on several claims is allowed annually.

Licensed movers in Dallas provide different bundled and ala-carte insurance products to safeguard precious possessions during outstation transfers. Evaluate options diligently before signing up.

For specific items like cars, pets, or plants invest time researching appropriate specialized service partners facilitating the long haul transfer.

Wrapping up

Break down the long-distance moving process into distinct yet interconnected mini-projects on decluttering, research, bookings, specialized service coordination, etc — with buffer times built in.

Working backward from the move date with Dallas movers helps take the stress away even from large interstate relocations. Proper planning allows focusing on settling down faster at the new destination rather than fretting about goods safety en route.

Reach out to Local Movers Dallas for and more tips to plan that out-of-state or cross-country relocation. Their experts ease logistics headaches during long transits.

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Dallas Done Called Your Name - 5 Irresistible Reasons This Southern Charmer Should Be Your Next Move

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How To Make Long Distance Moving Enjoyable & Stress-Free

By preparing for your long-distance relocation ahead of time, you may prevent frequent problems and peacefully transition into your new home. Here are some long-distance moving tips to get you started.

[hrtsdevils]

anyway don’t be a stranger. | fall to me au

summary reader, despite not being close to quinn, gets emotional over him leaving and reminisces on their memories.

pairing hughes family friend!reader x quinn hughes

wc 1.1k

a/n they’re so sweetie pie i love them!!!! also pls suggest nicknames for reader :)

Quinn and you were never as close as you were with Luke and Jack. There were a few reasons, one of them being he was a couple years older than you. He was also always more close with your brother, Caden, then he was with you since they were much closer in age, and both boys who loved hockey. You still loved him, though. He was like your older brother, much like Luke was your baby brother. He was a role model for you growing up, someone to look up to as he moved throughout life— albeit at a distance from you.

He gave you shots of advice while growing up, from helping you with your shot in soccer to random information that might be helpful to you one day.

“Here, sissy. Let Jack be the goalie and try shooting from your left side instead.” He suggested to you, one free afternoon when you guys were twelve and fourteen. For the most part Jack and Quinn had abandoned soccer as their main focus was hockey, but you still loved it. At the time, you’d been struggling with your shot. You were a right wing striker, so Quinn asking you to switch sides was a weird concept to you.

You messed with your pre-wrap and jogged over to the other of Quinn, “Like here?” You questioned.

“Yeah, you got it.” He started to run up the field and he passed the ball your way. You traveled up the field before shooting it in the top right corner of the net. It was the best goal you’d made all day.

You grinned and ran to hug Quinn, “I finally did it, Quinnie!” He hugged you back, before releasing you a few seconds later.

“I knew you could, it was just a matter of where you’d do it the best.” He smiled back and you three continued working on your shot throughout the afternoon.

It wasn’t necessarily a core memory, but whenever you thought of your success in the sport throughout high school, you’d attribute it to that. You might’ve spent your whole soccer career shooting on your weak side if not for Quinn.

You didn’t talk to Quinn much while you were all in high school, as he spent a lot of time away, much like Jack. It wasn’t because you had a bad relationship, it’s just that you had little to nothing in common and you were both busy. The summer of 2018, Quinn was gone a lot more due to his upcoming draft. You never expected him to invite you to Dallas, as he had his whole family and friends to invite, but you were next in line after his brothers and family.

“This is so exciting.” You said to Luke and Jack after touching down in Dallas, whilst heading to the American Airlines Center. Your brother chose not to play hockey farther than high school, so you hadn’t ever attended something like this.

Luke was as giddy as you, hoping that he would one day be getting drafted. “I know, right?!” He nudged you with his shoulder. He was taller than you now.

You giggled as he looked around at the Dallas Stars’ arena. “Mom’s from Dallas.” He hummed, as you nodded. Jim, Ellen, and Quinn were walking a few feet ahead of the three of you. “What if Quinn gets drafted to the stars?” Luke wondered.

Jack rolled his eyes, “Dallas doesn’t have a high pick; Quinn’s definitely going to be up towards the top.”

“Well, yeah.” Luke stammered, “I was just saying it would be funny.”

“You guys are silly.” You smiled as you took your seats. It wasn’t long before Quinn got picked once the draft started. He was seventh overall by Vancouver, an exciting feat for all of you to experience. The emotions rolled over everyone, like waves crashing onto the shore. There was a mix of excitement and happiness, and a tinge of sadness that Quinn would be so far away.

You squeezed him tight as he hugged you after his brothers, “You did it, Quinnie!” You cheered quietly. You were happy for him— extremely happy. As he marched down, you swore Jack and Luke were the loudest people in the room. They were beyond ecstatic for their brother’s accomplishment. He was the first to fly the coop to experience the professionals. You knew for certain that the two of them would follow in his footsteps. After all, Jack was eligible for next year’s draft and he was already doing pretty well for himself.

As the night carried on, Quinn and his brothers sat talking excitedly about what was to come. You were paying attention to the rest of the draft, but listening to their conversation when you felt like it. Their excitement carried over into the next few days, back up to the Michigan lakehouse, and right up to Quinn’s departure for the Canucks development camp.

Jim, Ellen, and the three of you dropped him off outside of the United Airlines gate but stayed for a moment to say your goodbyes. He would be back in a few weeks, and then decide whether to sign with Vancouver or play another year with the University of Michigan, but it was a sad moment nonetheless. All the boys had been farther away for one hockey event or another, but this might be permanent.

You were the last to hug him after his parents and brothers, and you managed to keep the tears out of your eyes. You were never as close with Quinn, but he still meant a lot to you. He could sense your sadness and pulled away from the hug, “It’s only a few weeks, sis.” He chuckled.

“It could be longer.” You retorted, a soft smile gracing your features. “I just hate to see you go.”

“I know, me too.”

It was silent for a second. Jack, Luke, Ellen, and Jim were talking off to the side and it was just you two having your moment. Quinn sighed before pulling you back into a hug, “Love you, sissy.”

“Love you too, Quinnie.” You pulled away this time, “Don’t be a stranger, okay?”

“Never happening.” He smiled. Everybody else came over to bid him one more goodbye, before he walked into the airport. Everybody was happy, but the mood was somber. You secretly hoped he would come back and play another year with UMich before leaving officially.

Imagine your excitement when he broke the news that he would be doing precisely that.

[martiny0rk]

Thanksgiving

Request: Jamie Drysdale Surprising you for thanksgiving

Authors Note: This was supposed to come out when it was canadian thanksgiving but i've moved it to america's thanksgiving. I'm not okay with the history of thanksgiving but i only do it for the food and to be with family.

Word Count:661

Jamie was standing at the door to your childhood home in Texas. He had heard so much about this home from you and how many fond memories you have in it. You were a bit upset at the thought of him not being able to spend thanksgiving with you due to having a game that day, because that was the day you were hoping he could meet your extended family, not just parents who he has already met before.

He had texted your parents about surprising you for thanksgiving as he needed to know where to go. Your dad had offered that he’d come pick him up from the airport but Jamie wanted to surprise you from the door like some cheesy romcom.

Jamie lifts his hand up with his hands shaking a little somewhat nervously to meet the rest of your family. He gently knocks on the hard wood door that had a Dallas cowboys wreath on the front of it which was christmas themed which he chuckled at.

You were in the kitchen helping your mom with the final touches on the green bean casserole when you heard the knock on the door and a somewhat holler from the couch from your dad “Somebody at the door for you y/n.”

You quickly wash your hands off drying them off on the cloth that sat by the sink before making your way to the door seeing the wandering looks from cousins thinking about who could be at the door as they and even you thought everyone is already here.

Jamie stood at the door hearing the chaos behind the door waiting for it to open excited to see for the first time in a couple of weeks as you both have been long distance for a bit as you were to spend a couple of weeks with your parents while he had a few away games.

You start to open the door getting the door unlocked then proceeding to open it then that was when you were faced with the shy canadian boy that came to surprise. He had the biggest grin on his face when you finally opened the door.

“Happy Thanksgiving Baby!” Jamie spoke holding out his arms for you to which you jumped into his arms holding your thighs grinning big. You wrapped your arms around his neck giving him a big hug.

“I missed you so much” Jamie spoke, hugging you back still holding you up by your thighs. You had put your head in his neck to which you moved to pull him into a kiss not caring that your family was behind you watching the whole scene unfold.

Jamie kisses back with a grin on his face hoping the moment would last forever but then he hears a cough behind you which makes him break the kiss and make eye contact with your dad which makes him go all shy.

Jamie sets you down so you can bring him inside which he also grabs the luggage he has beside him and you start to introduce him to your family and they all love him noticing how calm and quiet he is.

He got along well with your older cousins as they played college hockey so they were able to make some small talk about it while your grandma just thought he was the cutest thing. Your grandpa was a bit eff as he was your average southern grandpa but he warms up to him.

You sat in his lap resting your head on his shoulder with his arm wrapped around your waist. It wasn’t yucky pda, just lovely spending time with your family and him all just making small talk after dinner.

Jamie looked down at you with a smile on his face knowing you were the girl that would be his forever as when you weren't listening he asked your father if he could marry you but that’s another holiday surprise.

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Word Count: 957

A/N: This was a request so I hope you enjoy. I haven't written fluff in a while so im sorry if it's rough. My request box is always open and I love you guys <3

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"Move asshole" I groaned as Steve sat next to me on the couch. He rolled his eyes, remaining in my space. "You're being such a B-" A loud voice came roaring from the kitchen, almost causing a echo through out the Curtis house. " Language, Steve!" Darry. I laughed at Steve getting called out by Darry. My laugh was hard to miss causing Darry to tell me to shut up too.

Ive known the gang for a long time, especially with Dallas being my brother. Most people think that he must have such a soft spot for me but truth is he's still him. Annoying as shit just in big brother form. Me and Steve never got along. He always acted weird towards me for no reason and I just return the favor.

I stuck my middle finger up to Steve and kicked him off the couch, causing a loud thud. "What the hell was that?" Soda exclaimed from the hallway. "I kicked the cow off the couch" I exclaimed with a laugh. Two-bit who was sitting on the floor with a beer busted out laughing with me. Steve pulled himself off the floor, mumbling something as he walked over to Soda.

It seemed like we could never go day without arguing or a fight. We even fight at the Dx while working: "Thats not how you're supposed to restock those." Steve said from behind me. I shrugged acting like I didn't feel his breath on my neck from how close he was. "Seems right to me. Leave me be, Randle." I continued to restock the candy till I felt Steve grab my hand and spin me around.

"You're still doing it wrong" his voice got lower, as he had me again the wall. I rolled my eyes. Men are so sensitive... "Really? All this over restocking candy? Get a grip, Steven" I spit my words like they were poison. "Screw you, Winston" I laughed at his words as he let go and walked away.

We kept our distance for the most part but it tends to get hard when the whole gang wants to hang out together. And when we run into each-other randomly. Sometimes I don't even get the point of why we're arguing we just do.

One thing is that we both know when something too far, subjects that are off limits. Its almost as if that we are protective of each other's feelings in a way.

Dallas and Soda live for the drama but sometimes even they get fed up. Once, me and him were arguing about whether Steves tattoo is dumb or not. It is. Dallas came over smacked the back of our heads and said "Do you guy ever shut the hell up?" then walked out. I was absolutely flabbergasted at that.

Even tho were "enemies" as Steve calls it, Ive wondered what it would be like if we weren't. If he hadn't acted like a asshole all the time, I wouldn't be one too.

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It was my shift at the Dx. Today was Sodas off day so I was left with Steve. He was nagging at everything I was doing. "You're doing it wrong" , "Shut the hell up, Randle" , "Ive worked here longer than you", and "And yet, I'm still better at my job than you'll ever be" were being thrown across the room. After I said my last words, I walked into the back to get away from him. God, he is insufferable!

After about five minutes, I heard the storage room open. I rolled my eyes for the 5th time this  shift because I knew who it was. "Can you do your job" Steve said to me. I flipped him off and got up, stepping in front of him. "Can you stop running your mouth, asshole?" I pushed him lightly. He looked unamused as I pushed him again.

He rolled his eyes at me before grabbing my wrist and backing me up into the same wall as last time. Unbelievable...I scoffed at him "How many times are you gonna push me against this wall before you actually do something? You're a pussy." He scanned my face, examining my reaction.

We stared at each other for a couple seconds, like we were unable to speak. Once we made, eye contact it was over, his lips desperately attaching to mine. My arms came around his shoulders making him pull into me more. I felt myself being lifted lightly off the ground as Steves hands went down to my waist, signaling for me to wrap my legs around him.

Our kiss was fierce and filled with pure ecstasy, making our feelings that were always hate into love. Or thats what we thought at first but they were always love, it just felt like it needed to be hate because it couldn't be expressed well enough yet. It feels better to be on right side of it now.

We pulled away breathless, my teeth lightly catching lip bottom left before it truly ended. My head fell down to his chest, laughing as I realized what we had just done. When I looked back up, I was met with his smirking face. "I hate you so much, Randle." I joked.

Steve pulled me into another kiss, his hand coming to my face to deepen it. " Y'know, Ive liked you since we were kids. I just didn't know how to express it. I want to apologize for the past few years. Let me take you out, to make up for it?" He said looking down ashamed. 

I smiled at his words. "I forgive you, I guess. Now kiss me." For once, we actually had a good conversation.

[piratefalls]

oh my god this got obscenely long. you're welcome?

list one. list two. list three. list four.

Any Beat of Your Heart (Gets Me Through the Night) by stellarmeadow

Alex throws out the first pitch at the Opening Day baseball game, but things go horribly wrong.

kiss me once 'cause you know by ninzied

Of all the things they’ve been to one another—sometimes-rivals, reluctant allies, tediously cordial seatmates at international events—Henry never thought that he and Alex would end up being something like friends. (In which Alex sort of moves in and they don't talk about what it means.)

Mr. BodyPillow by inexplicablymine

“It is hard enough trying to get a date out here when all I really want is to curl up with someone’s head on my chest and play with their hair” “I could do that for you sweetheart” _______ Two boys cuddling on a couch right on top of each other because they are in fact very gay™. Inviting over a complete stranger for cuddles because you are touch starved might be the worst idea Henry has ever had, or the best.

Little Moments by politics_and_prose

Five significant moments in Alex's political career and one in his personal life.

The Case Of The Fucking Curse by everwitch

Henry gets inflicted by a deadly royal curse. The only way to break it is to have sex with a person who possesses the correct physical compatibility, so the crown puts out a desperate plea for people meeting the right criteria to enter a screening process. You’ll never guess who turns out to be the final candidate at the end. Or: the most wholesome Fuck Or Die you’ve read in your life.

You Got Me, and Baby I Got You by princebutt

Alexander Claremont-Diaz, charismatic center for the NHL's Dallas Stars, is completely and utterly smitten with the posh British librarian he met by complete accident. Tonight is the night, and he's got a plan to completely woo Henry and get his man.

cowboy like me by stutteringpeach

Alex was looking for money tonight. And with Henry Mountchristen-Windsor, the gorgeous young heir to the Windsor Group, he sure as hell found it. If Alex is looking to charm someone out of their millions, it might as well be someone he’s going to enjoy stealing from.

but if you could see us from a distance, you'd know i've always been so close to you by anincompletelist (soldouthaz)

Objectively, standing half-soaked from rainwater with a stitch in his side and an uncomfortable, raging hard-on outside his worst enemy’s door is not Henry’s finest moment. It’s not even on the list. -- or, henry is afflicted with a curse-gone-wrong that stipulates that only his sworn enemy, alex claremont-diaz, can touch him.

(did my love aid and abet you?) by alasse

That night in Kensington Palace, Henry told Alex to leave. Eleven years later, Alex watches on the news as Henry comes out, and abdicates. A story of what came before, and what comes after.

It’s been eleven fucking years, and Henry is finally free.  It’s been eleven fucking years, and Henry is finally out.  It’s been eleven fucking years, and Alex Claremont-Diaz still hasn’t learned how to be normal about Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor.

it's a scene (and we're out here in plain sight) by annesbonny

"I don’t want us to be in the press for anything other than how good I am at polo, and how charming you look in that shirt.” Henry just wants the Fifth Annual Okonjo Foundation Polo Match to run smoothly, but that's harder than it seems.

lover, tell me if you can by loyaulte_me_lie

Henry has a wobble on their first anniversary. They practise healthy communication and everything ends happily.

Debasing the Prince (And Other Inappropriate Decisions) by orphan_account

Henry in a suit and tie turns Alex into a combination of the heart-eyed and drooling emojis. He can't help it that the goddamned prince of England looks glorious all dressed up. So he meets him in his bedroom and does super inappropriate things with the tie and the prince. This is basically Tale of the Debauchery of a Prince™.

Soon You'll Get Better (Because You Have To) by wafflesandkruge

Two nights after the shooting, Henry receives an email with a pre-recorded video from Alex. He gets one every night, and although it breaks his heart to see Alex happy and alive, he's terrified of when they'll stop coming.

(when you look like that) i never ever wanted to be so bad by hipsterchrist

“How many times have I told you now?” Henry asks, voice still quiet. “In the bedroom, we’re equals.” Alex knows a door left ajar intentionally when he sees it.“ But we’re not in the bedroom, are we?” he mutters. Henry smirks and turns away. Alex nearly falls over trying to follow the loss of Henry’s hand on his face. “It certainly would seem that way,” Henry says, loud and clear, leaning against the wall again. “And so I will have to insist on some degree of deference. Do you think you can manage that?” Or, Alex has a fantasy involving a tack room and Henry's polo uniform, and Henry is all too happy to fulfill it.

if i ever saw you try to be a saint by inmoonlightigetseasick

He turns back, waiting for further instruction from Luna when Henry actually gets up and approaches him to talk. “I must apologize about the hour,” he says, faking sincerity so well Alex recants his doubts about Henry’s acting chops, “this was my fault, I have a shoot for a music video later today and after that I’m on a flight back to jolly old England as it were, loads of publicity for the latest album.” “You sound like a busy guy,” Alex says, with a small, tight smile, “sure you’ll have time for our little movie?” “I will make the time,” he says, his eyes are a bottomless blue, they shine, deceptively truthful, he turns to Luna, “I cannot tell you how great an honour it is to be considered for this role. What you’ve done here,” he gestures to his script, “I think it’s amazing.” Alex hates that Henry is right. -- AU in which Alex is an up-and-coming actor slated to star in in-demand director Rafael Luna's highly anticipated queer coming-of-age film. For Alex, keen to share his own bisexuality with the world, it's the perfect project to be his true starmaking vehicle -- but for one thing-- his nemesis Henry Fox, a wildly popular rock star, might end up playing his love interest.

searching low in the night by saltfics

“Just say it's okay. I just need to hear you say that.” Henry steps outside for just a second, but when Alex goes to find him, he finds only empty streets and an excrutiating feeling of dread in his place.

whenever you're ready by perfect-porcelain (tedddylupin)

“Pez. Please, will you stop tagging me in TikTok thirst traps?” Henry asked as he stepped into his friend’s car. Pez lowered his Gucci sunglasses on his nose, looking at Henry without anything obscuring his vision and just laughed before pushing them back up with his middle finger. “Don’t fucking lie to me, I know you love them.” Or: the one where Henry falls in lust with a TikToker making pottery and leaves drunken thirst comments

hold me close (when the cameras are off) by viciouslyqueer

Henry Fox is a very well-known model. It’s hard to name a magazine he hasn’t been on the cover of, or a photographer that isn’t ready to drop everything just to book a shoot with him. Now he’s barely smiling, slightly parted lips, yet somehow still looking kind as the photographer behind the camera takes picture after picture. His pristine blond hair is delicately styled so it doesn’t fall out of place, and the cherry blossom flowers next to him and beige background give him an angelic look that makes people in the studio stop what they’re doing just to watch. He looks beautiful. Alex hates it. — When models Alex and Henry have to pose together for a shoot, Alex realizes he might not hate Henry after all.

it was you he gave me by coffeecatsme

The tattoo artist traces Alex’s thigh with a gloved finger as she grabs the needle, brows furrowed as if she’s trying to make sense of the lettering. “This is beautiful,” she says, awe in her voice. Alex feels a sort of pride surge through him. “Who’s the poet?” Alex smiles. “If I tell you, can you keep a secret?” Or, Alex finds a pen in their sex toy drawer and Henry finds a use for it.

yours for the afternoon by railmedaddy

“Another day then, tomorrow? Or Saturday, I can do Saturday, I’ll give you my number,” Hunter says, starting to reach for Henry’s phone. Henry knocks it off the table and prays it doesn’t crack. Christ. Is he going to have to leave the coffee shop to get rid of Hunter? He bends down to pick his phone up and when he rights himself, Hunter is waiting expectantly with his hand out for Henry’s phone. He drops it into his bag under the table. “Very kind of you Hunter, but I’m really quite booked up and—" “Sorry I’m late, sweetheart,” comes a drawl Henry vaguely recognises. OR Henry is quietly minding his own business in his favourite coffee shop, when he’s rudely interrupted by an insufferable man attempting to flirt with him. He’s rescued by none other than Alex – a fellow cafe regular who he’s long admired from a distance – posing as his date.

Háblame dulce by QueenKatelynTheAristocrat

"Alex gently drew Henry back to the waking world on a lazy Tuesday morning in their brownstone with a kiss, a cup of Earl Gray, and the words, “Hoy, hablamos español.” Also known as: Henry is learning Spanish for Alex, and Alex is happy to help him.

5 Times Alex Went Viral (+1 Time Henry Did) by clottedcreamfudge

Alex downloads TikTok on a Saturday and by Monday he's completely obsessed. Henry is clearly a little bewildered by this, but he doesn't seem to mind when Alex starts singing sea shanties and trying - with limited success - to harmonise with himself in the shower. *** aka FicTok (aka ‘Five times Alex tested TikTok trends on Henry and one time Henry got his own back’) (aka 'Five times Alex made life hard for Henry and one time Henry just made Alex hard' - you can blame ifyoustay for that one)

Slide, Crawl into the Shades of Light by Mags (sparklepocalypse)

Eventually, they part long enough to buckle their seatbelts, and then the car eases forward in the direction of Kensington Palace. Alex reaches across the seat and cups Henry’s cheek. “You’ve been biting your lips again,” he notes, rubbing a thumb over the rough skin. “When we get back to the apartment we should run a bath, and maybe after, I can make you some tea.” Henry smiles – and it nearly reaches his eyes – and covers Alex’s hand with his own. “That sounds wonderful,” he murmurs. “It’s been a long week.” (Post-movie; Alex and Henry doing that transcontinental couple life thing, and Henry's had a shit week. Alex gives him several orgasms about it.)

A Tiny Shred of Hope by cmere

Henry reacts in the immediate aftermath of his first kiss with Alex.

Most Cordially Invited by aldiara

In which a formal invitation is extended, a royal mirror is defiled, and Alex cusses a lot.

The Bet by bleedingballroomfloor

Looking back at it, it's all Nora's fault. Or, the time Henry and Alex bet on who can last the longest without sex.

Play Me a Song by allmylovesatonce

Every night, like clockwork, Alex's upstairs neighbor plays the piano for two hours, giving Alex the motivation to sit and do his own work so that he can listen. One night, he leaves a letter for his neighbor to thank him for the music. When his neighbor comes to his door to thank him for the note, he finds it's the same cute guy he's been running into in the lobby.

Speak for Yourself by LolaLand (Lola_di_Penates)

Alex could have walked out of the Williamsburg apartment at any time. Instead, he decides to sign up to twelve months of Henry. OR Alex makes a rash decision and Henry inexplicably runs with it. (The "accidental housemates" AU that literally no-one asked for).

london bridge has fallen down by indomitablelove

Alex can feel the eyes of the room on him as Shaan approaches his side. Then, Shaan quietly murmurs in his ear. They’re words he’s thought about before, distantly wondering about what might happen when they were finally uttered. How their lives might change. There’s nothing that can prepare him for the reality of it though, nothing that can prepare him for how his breath hitches when Shaan speaks. ‘London Bridge is down, Sir.’  --- Queen Mary is dead. Henry doesn't know how to feel.

i wouldn't stop for red lights by matherine

There are flowers on Henry’s desk when he comes into work. They’re pretty, really – chosen by someone who knows him, because there are hydrangeas and white roses and daffodils, and certainly not enough baby’s breath for the bouquet to have been cheap. Not that Henry would make assumptions, nor that he’s the sort of person that would look up the cost of a gift, but he knows who put it here. Even before he looks at the little card attached to a rose’s stem, he knows, because he gets flowers every April 15th.

Water over Blood by happinessofthepursuit

5 times a member of the British Royal Family was in love with Alex + 1 time they loved Henry

The Prince of Sex: A Collaborative Nightmare by aceinadeck, fairycat, ifigo, MaikkaPakka, ohgaywarden, Princess_Nales

"Alex is waiting for his lover Phillip, when he arrives in the bedroom Alex's jaw drops. Philip is wearing a pair of tight leather pants the outline of his massive horse cock is clearly visible and Alex can't wait to have it pump thick squirts of warm cum inside him and his butt." *** It started as a joke, something that Pez found in the depths of Real Person Fiction on Wattpad that none of them really wanted to explore too much. But he brought it up as a drinking game, something that would get all of them absolutely wasted since this was the first time they were able to get together in almost four months.

An Open Heart by absoluteaudacity

"But, and I hope you’ll forgive me for taking so long to get to the point, they listened and hugged me and told me they loved me no matter what. I gather they feel very guilty that I felt I had to keep my sexuality a secret. Mum had to stop Dad from going straight down to Buckingham and yelling at Gran; I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so angry. They’ve agreed that we’ll keep it to the family for the moment but they’ve made it clear I have their support if I ever want to come out publicly. We’re a long way from that, I think, but at least I know the way is partially clear for us. At least I don’t have to pretend anymore."

It's Getting Hot in Here (So Hot!) by Celaestis

Henry’s firm and unwavering belief in Alex’s hetrosexuality does wonders for their relationship. He can coexist with Alex in the same lobby for entire half-minutes at a time while checking for post, he can make solid eye contact during glances in the hallway. Alex is still the most beautiful man he’s ever beheld, and maybe Henry’s hook-ups are tending towards the Latino types more than they ever did in the UK, but still. Alex is straight. Henry is fine about it. Really.

i'd fall to pieces on the floor if you weren't around by karish

Suddenly, Alex feels like he’s gonna throw up and he feels cold all over. Because this sounds like a goodbye. It sounds like a suicide note. Fuck. God. Please no. AKA: Alex wakes up to find a note from Henry and jumps to the worst possible conclusions.

Wedding Talk by maritinkerbell

“You know, H, I’m not sure anything is going to give me greater pleasure than forcing all your homophobic cousins to smile and make nice while I put a fucking ring on it.” OR An upcoming family wedding leads Henry and Alex to discuss marriage for the first time.

Little Secrets Grow Up To Be Big Lies by DracoWillHearAboutThis

Henry meets Alex in a café as he's hiding from the Crown, the media and the public in general. But Alex is charming and alluring and draws him in right away. Alex also has no idea that he's a Prince.

Give Me Comfort, Give Me Help by dwell_the_brave

“I’ll be back by Thursday,” Philip promises, giving Martha a hand up the jet’s steps. She gives them a brief wave from the top of the stairs before disappearing. “Make sure you don’t ski off a cliff!” Bea calls after him as he follows his wife into the jet. He waves a hand dismissively at her and then withdraws into the darkness of the cabin. That’s the last thing any of them say to him. - Philip dies, and Henry becomes heir.

i could be a better boyfriend by bananzie

It wasn't that Alex didn't like telling people about Henry—quite the opposite, actually—it was just that no one ever believed him when he did. An AU in which Henry is one of England’s most famous rugby players, Alex met him during an exchange year, and they’re so in love it’s sickening, but no one believes him.

Just like that. by myheartalive

“I’m so glad my subpar sexual encounter has fed the brain worms. Something’s got to keep the little guys going.” Henry’s more relaxed now that he’s teasing Alex, and looks a lot more like his normal self. It feels a little easier to talk to him, to actually say what he’s thinking. “It’s just… I realised if that was me, I also wouldn’t know how to do it. How to find your…” “Prostate?” “Yeah. That.” — When Henry comes home from a date frustrated by the guy’s lack of expertise, Alex starts having thoughts. And then, because he’s Alex, he sticks his big foot in his even bigger mouth.

Kinda think that I might be his type by kiwiana

“Bea.” He clambers onto his knees, grabbing her hands in his own. “Bea, take me to Thanksgiving with you.” Bea blinks. Blinks again. “What?” “Bea, I could terrorise your gran until she’s begging you to stay single forever.” Or, Alex agrees to be his friend's fake boyfriend for a weekend. He is not prepared for his friend's brother.

until next wednesday! if you want me to tag you in future lists, let me know!

[drewsbuzzcut]

Can This Be A Real Thing?

nick moldenhauer x dallas blankenburg

a so it goes fic

warnings: mentions sex, proposals, marriage talk, mentions divorce, angst, insecurities and fears

“Stay put, I have a surprise,” Nick instructs Dallas.

As he’s rummaging through his desk, he takes a look at his girl, getting distracted by her bare shoulders peeking out from underneath his comforter, and how the ‘N’ of her necklace sparkles in the dim lighting.

“What’re you up to?” She asks softly. She sits up when he moves back to the bed, both hands behind his back.

He looks kind of frazzled, his hair a mess thanks to the sex they just had, his boxers that he put on in a haste, hanging low on his hips, and his eyes are wide in anticipation.

Dallas reaches out for him, but he stays out at the edge of his bed.

“Okay, so I need you to listen and not talk until I finish talking, please,” he pleads.

She nods her head.

“I love you so much, pretty girl. You’ve become someone I know I’ll need in my life forever. I’ve known since I first laid my eyes on you that you were the one for me. I don’t care how crazy this is going to sound, we only live once, and I refuse to wait any longer. Will you marry me?” At first Dallas thinks he’s just teasing, like he always does, but when he pulls out a ring box, she feels her heart drop.

Her hands fly up to cover her shock when she sees the beautiful pearl ring in a gold setting. She immediately remembers seeing it at the thrift store about 4 Sundays ago. Nick’s smile starts to falter when Dallas’ eyes continue to flit between his eyes and the ring. Her hand moves to close the box as it’s sitting open in Nick’s hand. Her hand rests over it and she closes her eyes, trying to gain the courage for what she needs to say.

“Nick, I don’t have an answer for your question,” she whispers, partially hoping he doesn’t hear her words, but he heard them. She can tell by the way he pulls his hands away as if he were burned by her.

“I love you, Nick, so much. You’re my everything, but we can’t get married. Not now. We’re so young. What will our parents think?” She exclaims, running her hands through her hair to distract her from the loud thoughts swimming in her mind.

“I told my parents and I asked for your family’s permission during Christmas in Ohio. They were hesitant of course, but I won them over because they know how much I love you,” Nick states.

“You did what?” Dallas is genuinely surprised. She had no idea that Nick had already asked her family’s permission, hell she didn’t even know he was planning to actually propose.

“I got their permission, because I know how important that is to you. I wouldn’t have involved our families, or take into consideration your feelings, if I wasn’t serious about this,” he explains.

Dallas shuts her eyes, heaving out a sigh. She didn’t know what to make of her thoughts and emotions. She knows she loves Nick to no end. Her heart bursts at the thought of a nervous Nick asking for her family’s permission to marry her. That doesn’t take away her apprehension, though.

“Okay. Well, what about what other people will think?” Dallas asks.

“Who cares about what other people think? As long as our friends and families are happy for us, and we’re happy, that’s all that matters,” he answers so simply.

This is anything but simple.

“I don’t know, Nick. Other people will definitely think we’re crazy and young, and it’ll eventually get to our heads,” she stresses.

“No it won’t. Why should we care about what random people think? I love you and want to marry you, why is that so bad?” He’s starting to get agitated.

“There’s nothing wrong with us getting married, in theory. What happens if you go play with the leafs while we’re still in school? Your wife stays here and we get into a long distance relationship as husband and wife? Are we going to threaten each other with a divorce every time things get hard?” Dallas tries her best to explain why they should probably wait, but all it does is make Nick think she doesn’t want him at all.

“We’d probably end up having a long distance relationship anyways, so getting married won’t change that. I’m serious about you, why aren’t you serious about me?” He sounds so heartbroken, Dallas feels her tears daring to release.

“I am serious about you! How could you think otherwise? I love you and I want to be married to you. We’ve just never really talked about us getting married so soon. You just dropped this on me; I don’t know what you expected me to say,” Dallas mutters, trying not to get annoyed herself. She just wants Nick to understand her thinking.

“I expected you to say ‘yes.’ I wouldn’t have asked if I thought you wouldn’t, but yeah, you’re right. I just sprung this on you, and you obviously don’t want to get married. Don’t worry about it, just forget I asked,” Nick mumbles, looking down.

He’s trying to hide the redness in his eyes that also matches the redness in his cheeks. He is embarrassed and hurt.

“I never said I didn’t want to marry you. I’m just scared, Nick. Marriage can sometimes change a relationship, and what we have is too good to ruin. I just need time to think about it, okay? It’s not a ‘no,’ but it’s not a ‘yes,’ yet. I’m so sure about you, just not so sure if marriage is something we should rush into,” she sits on her knees, so she’s closer to him, holding onto his shoulders so that she knows he’s looking at her.

He just looks at her, eyes watery and his lip caught between his teeth. He gives her a quick nod, pulling away to turn around, but she pulls him into her before he can get too far. He stays still while her arms are looped around his neck and Dallas feels like she might die.

“Please hug me back. I’m sorry that this is ruining our Valentine’s Day. I’m sorry I can’t give you the answer you want to hear. I love you, Nick. I want nothing more than to be your wife. I just need you to have patience with me as I think about things. It’ll always be us in the end,” she comforts him and herself, her shoulders falling in relief when he wraps his arms around her.

He shoves his head in her neck and she can feel the wetness of his tears collecting on her collarbones.

He pulls away first, opening his desk drawer to drop the ring box back in its hiding spot. Dallas throws herself back into the pillows, hands covering her face as sobs wrack through her body. She hates that she’s hurting herself, by not saying yes. Everything in her wants to, but she also loves to over analyze everything. She also hates that she’s hurting Nick. She can’t fathom the fact that she just made him cry.

The bed dips, signaling Nick getting back on. He pulls her into his arms, his hands rubbing her back. He kisses her neck and all over her face when she pulls her hands away.

“I love you, June bug.”

“I love you,” she squishes his cheeks together, kissing his puckered lips.

a/n: This is just the beginning of the angst, but I hope y’all enjoy! This is a pretty rare subject to write about especially because they’re in college, but I hope you are ready for the angst on the way!

[atopvisenyashill]

@selkiewife it's admittedly a little vague (i don't want to make it seem like this is an iron clad theory like r+l=j or something alsdjf). BUT. we know a little bit about the ship:

The Myraham was a fat-bellied southron merchanter up from Oldtown, carrying wine and cloth and seed to trade for iron ore. Her captain was a fat-bellied southron merchanter as well, and the stony sea that foamed at the feet of the castle made his plump lips quiver, so he stayed well out, farther than Theon would have liked. An ironborn captain in a longship would have taken them along the cliffs and under the high bridge that spanned the gap between the gatehouse and the Great Keep, but this plump Oldtowner had neither the craft, the crew, nor the courage to attempt such a thing. So they sailed past at a safe distance, and Theon must content himself with seeing Pyke from afar. Even so, the Myraham had to struggle mightily to keep itself off those rocks.

In ASOS, Catelyn V, we see the ship again:

Robb waited for Ser Raynald to close the tent flap. "The gods have heard our prayers, my lords. Lord Jason has brought us the captain of the Myraham, a merchanter out of Oldtown. Captain, tell them what you told me." "Aye, Your Grace." He licked his thick lips nervously. "My last port of call afore Seagard, that was Lordsport on Pyke. The ironmen kept me there more'n half a year, they did. King Balon's command. Only, well, the long and the short of it is, he's dead."

Then in Samwell V in AFFC, we get literally a one off line here:

At the Weeping Dock, he watched two acolytes help an old man into a boat for the short voyage to the Bloody Isle. A young mother climbed in after him, a babe not much older than Gilly's squalling in her arms.

So....

We know the Myraham is a merchanter who works out of Oldtown

We know the captain's daughter is like, young ish, and that he himself is old (and fat)

We know they were kept in the Iron Islands for about six months

We know Gilly has her baby/Dalla has Aemon like beginning to middle of ASOS. Timeline wise, if the Myraham was kept at the Iron Islands for six months, then went to Seaguard and back to Oldtown once again, any baby the girl has would be roughly the same age as monster and Aemon Steelsong.

Sam makes sure to note that the mother is young, the baby is around the age of aemon steelsong, and that the old man needs help getting into the boat

IT'S JUST A LITTLE THING. Maybe even what you'd call a reach lmaoooo BUT unlike the other big "theon has a bastard theory" (being the miller's sons), the timeline actually fits here. I keep wondering if it's here as way to make the world seem bigger - ie, this woman theon doesn't see as a person, who he just kinda offhandedly fucks over without even trying, is still moving about the world, still attempting to live her life as best as she can - OR if it's there for a specific reason, with the reason being she/her baby are going to be plot relevant to Theon's emotional arc or perhaps even theoretical upcoming kingsmoot that I'm almost positive Asha is going to push for, with Theon - or his bastard? - as her proxy.

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[w1ldthoughts]

I loved the Justin Herbert x cowboys cheerleader reader smut. Maybe a part 2, he invites her to his house in LA and tells her to bring her uniform so he can strip her. They got a lot of time together :)

Hours and Ours

A/n: This is my last smutty piece for a while I have a request in my inbox that I need to work on and I’m still working on another series! I hope y’all enjoy this one though!

Warning: Smut

Previous part

You’d been waiting on bye-week for a while now. Three weeks before, you and Justin had a bit of an “encounter” in the tunnel and he sent you an Instagram DM, telling you he was serious about returning the favor. The two of you made plans for to have you fly out to LA at the beginning of bye week to spend some quality time together and the thought of that gave you goosebumps. No part of you wanted to actually be in a relationship with a football player, considering how much time you spent around them, but there was no harm in getting the full treatment from Justin after servicing him the last time.

He paid for your Uber as soon as you landed at LAX and sent you a message that he’d be waiting for you at his house. They’d played a game against the Rams earlier that evening and you were now even more excited considering the Chargers had won. If Justin was in a good mood and having a good night, you knew you were in for an even better one.

Of course the home was perfectly spotless. Everything was color coded and labeled, down to his cat Nova’s designated area. Justin welcomed you with a warm hug, his hair still a little wet from his postgame shower.

“How was your flight? Do you want any food or anything? I can order something for us.” He grabbed your bag from you and led you into the living room where ‘The Dark Knight’ was playing in the background.

“No I’m okay for now, we can just watch the movie and relax?” You asked and he simply nodded, immediately grabbing a blanket for you as he sat down on the couch, keeping a subtle distance. “Why are you so far away? I don’t bite…unless you’re into that.” You laugh.

He returns your sentiment and scoots over to your side, his arm rubbing up against your shoulder. You spent most of the movie thinking about all the things you wanted him to do to you and wondered if he had similar thoughts. Good thing he didn’t let you sit and wonder for long as his lips were on yours and it left you feeling dizzy. His hand found its way onto your ass and you straddled him to close the space between you as much as humanly possible. Finally, you were back where you were supposed to be, your tongue in Justin’s mouth, slightly sucking on his bottom lip as he deepened the kiss. Your hands moved their way into his hair and he moaned into your mouth. The sound was intoxicating and you almost cried at the thought of pulling away but the night had only begun.

You held his face in your hands as you pulled away with a satisfied hum as he gave your butt a squeeze. “I brought a surprise for you.” You whispered and watched him raise his eyebrows in anticipation.

“Did you bring your Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader uniform?” He chuckles, suddenly looking eerily similar to that 18 year old freshman from all those years ago.

There was no way you were ever going to forget the joy on his face. “I definitely brought my Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader uniform and I’m gonna go put it on. Right. Now.”

“You do that,” he utters as you stand up and head to the bathroom, “you won’t be wearing it for long. I can tell you that.”

As soon as you came out dressed, he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, joyful laughter erupting from the two of you all the way up to his room. Without missing a beat, he closed the door behind him and settled you in his arms, his lips finding yours again. You kissed him back with equal effort, allowing him to place you on the bed, not even remotely close to disconnecting your lips throughout that entire time.

“Never saw myself as a cheerleading fan but I might have to reconsider due to recent events.” Justin smiles, running his hand along the tiny white shorts you were sporting, and along your inner thigh. “I promised I would take care of you and I plan on doing just that. Sound good?”

His husky voice sends shivers down your spine and a warmth between your legs. “Do what you need to Justin.” You murmur, getting impatient.

“You look fucking incredible in this uniform.” He tells you one more time before leaning down pepper soft kisses on your neck, a large hand at your waist, moving in small circles on your hip bone. The feathery kisses he lined down your body were nothing compared to the love bites that were sure to appear when Justin lightly sucked on particular areas on your chest that you knew would bruise later. You couldn’t bring yourself to care as you fell deeper and deeper into a euphoric feeling.

He carefully slid down your shorts and underwear and licked his fingers, pressing another set of tender kisses onto your stomach while rubbing the outside of your vagina. Justin smiled to himself when he was met with a slight wetness between your legs already. With as much tenderness as he could muster, he used two fingers to rub your clit, sending fireworks into your core. You thrust your hips forward, arching your back into his touch with a satisfied moan while he continued the steady motion. He kissed you again, his middle finger making small circles against your bead, smiling the entire time as your first orgasm of the night made it’s appearance. He licked his fingers clean and reached into his bedside table to grab a condom.

Justin ripped it open with his teeth and slid it on. “I just want to make sure before this goes any further, are you sure you want to do this? Super sure?” He stressed, and you almost jumped his bones right then and there.

“I’m ready J—I want this. I want you, really badly actually.” You chuckle out, still catching your breath from your previous endeavor.

That was all he needed to hear. He lined himself up against your entrance and squeezed himself in with a low moan. His hands found your hips again, his own hips moving forward and back with ease, causing your eyes to roll back in your head out of intense pleasure.

“This—this is so much better than I imagined.” You whimper out, the steady roll of the man’s hips making you purse your lips so you don't yell out and boost his ego even more.

His strokes were gentle but full of energy, like this was weeks of anticipation for him too and all you could do was beg for more. You wanted—no needed to be closer so you wrapped your arms around his waist, urging him to go deeper until it felt like you could feel him in your stomach. You could hear heavy sighs and grunts against your shoulder, probably a rare moment of Justin allowing himself to be completely vulnerable.

Your walls clenched around him as his thrusts increased in vigor, both of you sensing that the other was close. He let out a quiet hiss at the new sensation, “I’m—I’m close, but I won’t cum until you do.”

“Soon,” was all you could say before you cried out into one of his toned arms when he increased the tempo. “Oh fuck.”

Your bodies were basically morphing into one and you grabbed a handful of his hair as you reached your peak. It left your entire body buzzing.

He cleaned you up afterwards, running a bath for the two of you and wrapping you in his arms in his massive tub. Justin spent the rest of the night giving you tender kisses anywhere he could…and maybe a few more orgasms.

Best bye-week ever.

[funemployed-fangirl]

Modern Bridgerton AU

Daphne & Simon

Daphne is a typical upper class NYC society girl whose goal is to marry money and spend her life as a stay-at-home mom who brunches and plans fundraisers. She goes to a small, but well-respected liberal arts college (like Swarthmore) and gets a degree in an unemployable but respectable subject (like English Literature or French). 

Simon has recently inherited his father’s venture capital firm, only to discover the company is facing a PR crisis after his father’s not entirely ethical investment practices have come to light. And his personal reputation isn’t helping. Simon wants to sell the company so he can move onto other pursuits (probably spending his trust fund on drunken antics anywhere other than New York), but he can’t with all the current negative media attention.  

Daphne hears about the situation from her brother, and when she runs into Simon at the next social function, she proposes a deal: They pretend to date. He gets a PR boost from being connected to the Bridgerton family and looking more stable in his personal life, and she gets to piss off her older brother (Anthony) by dating his best friend.

Not long into their arrangement, Daphne organizes a charity tennis tournament. Anthony is pissed that his best friend is dating his sister, who is 8 years younger than them, and challenges Simon to a doubles match. Simon asks their mutual friend Will Mondrich to be his partner - Simon is actually a pretty terrible tennis player, but Will played in college. Anthony drags Benedict in to be his partner - Benedict also isn’t thrilled about Daphne dating a guy 8 years older than her, but knows better than to do anything about it (“Dude, you’re actually gonna do this? You know how hard she hits.”), so he’s only half in it. Colin and Daphne are watching from the slide. Colin can’t stop laughing, and Daphne is about to murder someone. 

The boys get it out of their system and come to a tenuous peace, with Simon promising Anthony he has dropped his playboy ways. But Simon doesn't actually have any intentions to get married, even after he’s maybe (but like probably not?) starting to fall in love with Daphne. She finds out about his plans to sell the company and leave New York and is PISSED. She might be willing to never actually get married (look, she really likes him), but she doesn't want to leave her family, and FOR SURE doesn't want to do long distance. Simon doesn't understand what the big deal with long distance is. 

Everyone in New York thinks they have some picture perfect relationship, but Daphne is starting to see cracks and feel the pressure. It leads her to pick a fight with Simon, who goes on a business trip to Dallas (Chicago? Denver? Look, he’s not in New York, does it matter where he goes?) to look at this other company he's thinking about buying, and he hates everything about the 2 weeks he's gone because Daphne’s not there. He gets back and they make up. They’re engaged 6 months later. 

Once they get married, there’s some disagreement on where they’ll live - Daphne wants to stay close, but Simon wants some distance from the Upper East Side and wouldn’t mind getting out of the city. They compromise and move to Park Slope. After a couple of years, they have a couple of kids, and once their children are school aged, Daphne decides she needs something to do that gets her out of the house. Anthony offers to have her come work with him at the family company, making her a VP of some such that she can do part-time.

more (x)

[brrbrina]

this town. joe burrow x reader

pairing: joe burrow x reader

a/n: this is my first writing something!! i love reading and i love joe, i hope you guys enjoy this little chapter as a beginning of something i hope to write during my spring break. feedback is well received 😊

How far will you go for love?

How far will you let yourself go for the person you love the most?

You couldn’t recall when loneliness became sunshine and when long awaken nights became nights stargazing in the back of a truck as she was blushing “you do know that no amount of stars compare to how my eyes shine when they see yours, right?”.

Life was full of moments like this. that was until you went to college, Louisiana was the city that gave you everything to leave Dallas behind. they had a plan, you would go to college, he would work at his dad's sauce business near Austin, and everything would work out, right?

“What are you doing this Thursday?” “I have to study but I think I’ll finish by 9, what do you have in mind? “I´d love to see your face even if it was on a screen” “It´s a date then”.

“I´m so sorry baby I didn´t realize I would finish this late” you said staring at the clock beside her desk, calling your lover on the other side of the phone. 11:37 pm. “I think I´m going to get to sleep, I have a big test tomorrow but i promise as soon as I finish with these exams, I´m all yours baby” that wasn´t a lie, there wasn’t a day where you  wouldn’t dream of seeing his bright brown eyes and chocolate alike hair.  however, you couldn’t deny they were different, you met at an ice cream shop last year and even though they didn´t care about a long-distance relationship, something deep down inside her felt like both of them cared.

There were times when you didn’t know where this relationship was headed, were you insane for thinking you could really work it out?

“Hey y/n, you going to the game tonight?” Sophie, your roommate said as she enter your dorm and started looking at her closet looking for something yellow and purple. “Uhm I don’t know, I let river down on our facetime date and I really want to call him” “Oh come on! live a little, you can´t be glued to your phone waiting for him all the time, plus I really want you to meet my friend joe” “we´ve talked about this before, i have a boyfriend sophie, besides you said joe was the quarterback, how am i supposed to meet him if he´s playing” You said laughing staring at your phone hoping the screen would light up “So you do want to meet him” Sophie said looking at you with a grinning smile “I do not!!” You laughed “Please come with me just this one time, your dad would be so happy his little girl was enoying her college life”, That was true, your dad wanted the best for you, that’s why your family moved form mexico to the us when you were little “Don´t bring my dad into this” “I´ll leave him alone if you accept to come with me, por favor” she said making puppy eyes. “fine I´ll go” you said standing to look for something to wear  “yes! I promise you won’t regret this” sophie said as she hugged you.

“There’s no harm in meeting people”, that's what your head keep saying to you.

[leighlew3]

Would you prefer to fully move on out to LA? Or do you like having that distance?

Oh, I've always wanted to be in LA. Everybody acts like LA is the worst because of 'fake people' and traffic, blah blah blah. But fake people exist everywhere. And Dallas/Fort Worth (where I am now) traffic is amongst the worst in the country as well.

I LOVE the Los Angeles area. I love California's beauty.

I love that I have so many friends there, I love the food, I love the weather, and I BELONG really close to the ocean -- always have.

And being in close proximity for meetings, shoots, etc is obviously also a big and important element to it. We're in a place now in the industry post-COVID height when everyone was doing Zooms and just in general that you no longer HAVE to be based in LA the way you used to in order to achieve maximum success, but still -- that's where I want to be, for a while.

Aside from being insanely expensive, I don't see much downside to being out there. Whenever I'm there in the past for work, meetings, seeing friends, etc -- it felt so right. So. Hopefully I'll finally be living out there this year best case, next year worst case.

It will be very sad in some ways though, as my mother was always wanting to move out there with me. That was our big plan. She'd stay with me for a bit directly and then when I could afford a little house with a guest house, she'd live out her final years in a cute little guest house with a nice garden and lovely weather. Alas, that dream is gone. And I never even got to take her out there to visit. To show her my favorite food spots and the Santa Monica pier and places she wanted to see, and for her to experience what it feels and looks like out there (I swear the colors are just... vibrant). And that will always rip out my heart. But it's just yet another painful thing to add to a long list of things I have to live with now.