#or hotels or travel that I’m still paying for lol

[theborzoiarebackintown]

Margo being especially lovely just to rub it in my face I couldn’t make it to the big Chicago show cluster this weekend 😤

[cherienymphe]

My sister has a married (separated but they’re still pretending they’re together for the kids) man over and she’s gone an fucking waited for us all to go to sleep and she’s in the living room with him. It’s the second time she’s done this.

I want to cry. I know that sounds so ducking stupid because it’s none of my business but I literally haven’t sat on my sofa for months because of when she has him over the first time. I don’t want to sit on a sofa where they probably fucked. And like, I get up at the middle of the night for cereal most nights but I literally can’t now because they’re down there.

All I wanted to do is sleep but I can’t because there’s a man in my house who I’ve only met ONCE. It’s genuinely making me want to go and sleep in a hotel. I want to leave. I was trying to be a cockblocker and I was in the kitchen for ages pretending I couldn’t sleep, and she was just there watching me, texting him and laughing. (I know that’s bad, but tbf I was thirsty)

He’s a fucking scumbag (I pretend I find him okay but reality I fucking hate him). I know I need to work on myself because this is probably jealousy or some shit. Like I know this isn’t healthy for me. It’s not like any of what I’m typing right now my sister knows. She thinks I either 1. don’t know, or 2. that i’m fine with it.

She’s 35. She hasn’t got kids or a husband and I understand he’s the first person to be obsessed with her for years, but he’s already done the kids and marriage thing for 12 years so… Is he really looking for that again? I doubt it. I just don’t like that he’s making her wait, like you’re either with your wife or you’re not.

But at the end of the day it is NONE of my business. It’s just making me feel sick right now and I was planning on having a nice sleep but I have this problem where I literally cannot fall asleep when there’s other people in my house.

I know I sound deranged but she’s my only reason for living some days and when she’s ignoring me to text him constantly it’s literally so fucking soul sucking. I should probably move out but leaving my mom and my sister together is just recipe for trouble and if I moved out my mother would literally be homeless because she can’t pay for rent on her own. I’m the youngest (20) and always wanted to travel but I’m scared of leaving because I’m scared of coming back and being alone for the rest of my life. I don’t want my family to break apart.

Anyways, my GAWD that’s long. I’ll leave this here if you want to read it. I know you’re not a therapist lol so you don’t have to reply. Just had to rant because I haven’t got anyone to talk to. Okay, I’m going to either read gothic fiction or watch Buffy to distract me 💜

Hey I don't think you're wrong to be bothered by some strange man being in your house at all hours of the night. I get that everyone's family is different, but I wasn't raised in an environment like that so I too would be bothered. Yes, she has just as much right to the space as anyone else, but it's not solely her house. You have a right to feel comfortable too.

As for your sister, you have to let her make her own decisions/mistakes. While I personally don't think it's wrong for separated couples to see other people, it's almost always a recipe for mess when no one has officially filed for divorce. Are the chances pretty great that he and his wife will reconcile and leave your sister in the dust or maybe even a dirty little secret? Yeah probably but that's her problem not yours lol. Especially since she's way old enough to not be so dumb.

As for you...babes you're 20! I understand the pressure to make sure your family is alright, but you're telling me that if you leave and live your life, your fuckass 35 y/o sister can't keep the bills paid and help your mom out? At 20 y/o, I just don't think that's your responsibility. That's supposed to come when you're older and borderline decrepit and you have to help your mom to the bathroom in her old age 😭

I won't flat out tell you what to do bc it's your life and you're the one who has to live with your decisions but if I was in your shoes...ain't no way

[nickgerlich]

Can't Get A Dial Tone

This is one of those days in which my Daily Blog topic falls in may lap. I already had something lined up, which I will delay for a day. There’s a much bigger thing happening right now, and if you are on AT&T, you might just not have any functionality with your phone.

I awoke to a text message from Oldest Daughter in Dallas, alerting me to the outage. Since she was still at home, she was on wifi, which is as good as having a cellular signal. But that’s where it ends.

As she was walking out the door to head downtown to work, she texted, “I’m at 0 bars of SOS.”

After she made way to her office, she had already discovered two major inconveniences—and dependencies—that can happen in this digital life.“Dang, it’s been annoying today. I had to go to a parking garage because I could’t open the QR code to pay, and then I couldn’t order Starbucks ahead of time so I have to wait in line. LOL.”

“First-world problems,” everybody said in unison. But they are problematic, and if service stays down for long, it could have a major effect on not just daily lives, but also business. In our increasingly cashless society, not to mention madly-in-love status with tap-to-pay, it could make dining out and shopping difficult.

For anyone using two-factor authentication to gain access to sensitive sites, you are similarly out of luck. And speaking of luck, I am in Albuquerque attending a conference, and my phone is working fine. Otherwise, I would not be able to use DuoPush to get into WT Class.

Then there’s banking, something that most of us do remotely these days. I use facial recognition to access my accounts. If you’re traveling, you won’t be making reservations on your favorite hotel app. For that matter, if you’re flying Southwest, you won’t be able to check in to your flight. Just get ready for that dreaded middle seat the C boarding group gets. If you’re driving, no Google or Apple Maps for you. And if you’re walking, biking, etc., there won’t be any music or podcasts in your buds.

I could go on, but I’d rather you hit the comments with your observations. We have become so dependent on our phones, and mostly for non-talking tasks, that it can be crippling to go very long without service. It reminds me of that hour two summers ago I experienced driving US 2 across Montana. I was on a reservation, and had zero bars for what seemed an eternity.

You don’t realize how important something is until you don’t have it. Here’s hoping the problem is resolved soon, because folks are going to have to figure out how to do things the old-fashioned way: Face-to-face and with cash. In God we trust, but technology we need.

Dr “Oh, The Tragedy” Gerlich

Audio Blog

[crowhyun]

helloo i'm from singapore and here's some things i can share about us! first off for food, you can literally find ANY food here, we have chinatown which is very popular during chinese new year for the many festive things they sell, we also have little india, which you can find many indian food places and shops,, we have golden mile , aka thai street, which sells tons of thai food etc!! you would be able to find hawker centres almost everywhere though, which would also have food of different cuisines you can get. it is also easily accessible to malaysia,, taking at least 30 mins to travel by bus depending on the crowd! as singapore is quite small, we don't have much places you can travel to when you have explored singapore, but travelling on a short trip to malaysia is always an option!

personally, the people i have meet and surrounded myself with are all very friendly, and no matter who you are, you won't be discriminated/look down on because of your race, since there are many different people who stay in singapore, so it is a common occurance to see other pocs and different people, especially in the central business district (CBD, aka where most of our more expensive tourist spots and hotels are located) of course if you search online, every once in a while you would see an auntie or uncle (we call all older women/men 'auntie' 'uncle' as a respect! no matter the language you speak :)) making racist remarks/being disrespectful, but i can assure you most of us aren't like that!

tourist spots wise, a popular place to visit would be a nearby island sentosa!! theres hotels there but its on the higher end side as its basically an island,, and our attractions such as SEA aquarium/Universal Studios is located there! you can also access islands and batam from our jetties!

overall, i think singapore is quite nice to live in, especially since i do part time jobs, and the pay is enough to sustain me because you can easily get affordable food from hawker centres and coffee shops, unlike our title, clean and green, we're not very clean but we're trying! especially because of the very strict fines and law here, and littering can literally cost you $10,000 😭 and theres cameras almost everywhere, so it is quite safe, though still dangerous once in a while

omg i love this ur like a little tour guide hehe

I’m so late tho 😭 but thank you for this info! I especially like how there’s many food choices. I’m from a small city in a rather boring state in the US, so food variety is not a bit thing here, yet it’s something that I want so bad. Another thing that’s not common here is the public transportation. Driving is really scary for me, so i’d much rather take a bus or train!

I’m thinking of maybe going to Singapore for med school, but that’s a far off plan of mine, so we’ll see. When I did my research, I noticed how many different people lived there. In america, ofc it’s very diverse, but once again lol I live in a small city, so I don’t see many different people, especially with the language differences.

And the SAFETY! YES! I NEED SAFETY! As someone who has pretty bad anxiety and is paranoid, even going out to run errands or to work is scary bcs you never know what will happen. There’s daily shootings where I live and it’s seen as normal here, so safety is rlly important for me when i’m looking for a place to stay in the future. Anyways, thanks for letting me know everything. heart heart :DDDDDDD

[bisluthq]

From my understanding you go to Agde on the 20th. I’m sure you’ve been through this before and you have reasons not to attend those shows BUT, if I were in your shoes and the budget allowed for it I would:

Get on a plane to London so you arrive on the morning of the 19th (you can sleep on the plane and you don’t have to pay for a hotel for the night), go to the show that day (if you’re able to find tickets), travel to Agde from there the next morning or that night (this one might be hard but it would mean you don’t spend a single night in London). If your bf can’t come with you, you can meet him in France. I think attending the show alone would still be fun!

I would like to add that I’m someone who can’t really afford to go on vacation every year, so I don’t want to, in any way, be the kind of person who asks you why you don’t do this or that when the answer is that it’s too expensive (even if it may not seem that expensive to some). I think this could potentially be doable and you might be able to find some cheap flights. For example, your boyfriend might be able to take your luggage to France so you can get a cheaper ticket to London and from there to France. I have also been in situations where people try to give me advice/ideas and it’s already things I’ve thought about and don’t work, so I also apologize if that’s what I am doing here

That'd be awesome but I can't go to London specifically because I'd need a visa for that which is not unrealistic but kinda stupid for one day (because it's costly and shit). I need a Schengen date that's close to the 20th. I def don't mind going by myself but I also don't want to fuck him over lol and not have money to hold up my end of the deal and I do wanna go to Agde also but like idk the math is not mathing for me.

[fractallogic]

Okay yay Family Time is about to be done thank god

Tbh actually my dad needs to just HHRRELAX and fucking like. write stuff down on the to do lists he makes, apparently, because outside of [oh my fucking god my friend requested PTO from her job literal MONTHS ago and you couldn’t tell one of us sooner than the WEEK BEFORE?????] and the whole “oh huh I guess I should book some flights because we’ll be in MN in a week” things, all of the stress was caused by my dad being incredibly anxious about… parking????? For heavens sakes dude you live in Orange County and worked in fucking Los Angeles for almost the last 20 years, the land of traffic and shitty parking, why precisely are you so damn stressed about being late to 1) a game of a sport we don’t really care about because as long as we’re there at the quarter, we’ll see my friend’s dance team, and 2) a game of a sport we love but two teams we dgaf about (and are actively rooting for the home team to lose (which they didn’t :| ))???

My newest mantra, developed while driving in last Christmas’ immense snowfall in Eugene that the entire state was totally unprepared for (because Eugene/Springfield only has literally two snowplows between the two metro areas, so plowed roads??? Lmfao no), is “oh, you’re driving and you’re in a hurry? No you’re not.” It’s served me well and anyone else is welcome to adopt it.

Also the exercise I did with a couple of therapists, “what’s the worst thing that could happen” and answering with the actual worst thing you could think of happening and then determining if that worst case is something to worry about.

Not finding parking? Well, for the basketball game, we have a very cold seven-block walk that /I’m/ prepared to take. There’s Uber as a less worst case scenario. Not something to worry about.

For the hockey game? Again, there’s probably parking further away, but it’s in St Paul and not downtown Minneapolis, so it should be a better situation. But again, worst case, a half-hour Uber ride from the hotel or a very, very cold walk to and from the car parked several blocks away. Nbd.

My dad was incredibly stressed about the parking we found for the basketball game, because the ticket machine didn’t give us a ticket. Worst case scenario? Well, we’re probably not gonna get ticketed or towed because the expectation for people parking in this garage is that you got a ticket on the way in. So actual worst case scenario is you can’t get out. You solve that by going to the ticket machine later, pulling out a ticket, trying to pay it at the machine by the elevators, paying nothing and getting a receipt, and then leaving. The worst case scenario literally results in free parking (which is exactly what happened, lol). Not actually a bad scenario.

And IMAGINE, this was the less stressful parent to travel with when I was younger. It would have been so much worse trying to do this with my mom.

ANYWAYS now I just have to be concerned about getting up at like 6:30 tomorrow (4:30 OR time, which i am definitely still on) to catch plane #1. Easy. Also letting dad’s stress roll off me, which is less easy. But hey. 12 more hours.

[raubacam]

"This is fucking Bangkok"

Picture this, you’re going on hr 37 of travel… with only three 2 hr naps under your belt.. a terrible headache from the screeching children (I must reiterate… 18 hrs of screeching) and approx. 40 lbs of luggage on your back (and front). Now you have to navigate a train system in a foreign country and find your hotel.. without killing your husband, in rush hour. This is how we arrived to Bangkok. Tensions were high. My “window of tolerance,” as Liz and Rach put it, is non existent. I don’t even feel alive. We basically run through BKK airport to get as far away from those children as possible.. who are still screaming btw. We follow the signs for the train, as I read this is the cheapest and fastest way to travel to the city center during rush hour in Bangkok. We go to purchase tickets - won’t accept Visa, only cash, so we go to the exchange counter, pull out enough to get on the train, purchase our train tokens (after several trial and errors) and hop on the train. We tried exchanging some of the USD that we brought but apparently they don't accept any dollar bill that has even the slightest flaw, or "looks old." **So pro travel tip: Don't bring American paper money, they most likely won't accept it. Just pay the atm fee and pull out a large quantity at once to make it worth it!** After about 15 mins and a partial mental breakdown, we finally have enough cash to catch the next two trains.

We made it.. barely.. but we made it. All we need is a bed. Three trains and several mistakes later, we are about a 5 min walk from the hotel. Our backs and asses are KILLING us. I can’t even talk. Scott is trying to keep the mood up but I am out. We walk through the streets like zombies with tuk tuks and taxis and so many motorbikes zooming and whirling around us like crazy. We turn a corner and see a line of Thailand’s infamous street food. There is SO MANY THINGS to look at. We are seeing some crazy shit but can barely absorb it. One thing that was definitely shocking was there was a man, laying right in the middle of the sidewalk, on his stomach, with what looked like a VERY broken leg, with a cup in his hand. Everyone was JUST BARELY not stepping on him, like he didn’t even exist. It was bizarre, a little scary, and shocking, to say the least. Then we see it. Our hotel. Thank GOD. We check in, head over to the elevator, make it to the 11th floor, and finally enter our room. We did it. We're in Bangkok. Our bags drop to the ground and I immediately take off my clothes and get in the bed. I tell Scott to turn out the lights. I can't take anything else. I put a pillow over my head, and there is silence. For the first time since we left our house. SILENCE. I was so soo grateful. The original plan was to go to Chinatown for dinner. That was never going to happen. I don’t think I even moved once I got under the covers. I couldn’t even lift my head. I don’t know when I fell asleep but I fell asleep HARD. Seven hours later we wake up, and the honeymoon can begin.

We slowly come out of the death sleep hole we were in and talk about how crazy all of that was. It still doesn’t feel real. It was about 2 a.m. when we woke up, so not much to do, but we decide to go for a walk. Talk about a massive difference. The streets were empty, quiet and peaceful. The shops are all closed up and all of the stalls are empty. We want a snack so we go in the 7/11 (open 24 hrs) and grab some 'grilled seafood w/ spicy sauce' and 'Japanese curry' flavored chips (why not??). We walk around and see some other fancy hotels I had my eye on before deciding on ours, walk to the river to look at the water, and see some stray dogs and kitties. We are actually absorbing Bangkok now, and starting to get the hang of it. We head back to the hotel and Scott naps while I do some logistical things, like check in for our next flights, fill our entry requirement paperwork, etc. (I know…. We are going on ANOTHER flight, to another country… in two days. Lol.... I’m an insane person.) Then we start our first day of exploring!! But first… breakfast.

It didn’t seem like street food was going to be an option for breakfast, so we opted for the hotel buffet breakfast and DAMN were we impressed. The view was incredible, the food was fantastic and the GUAVA juice… MMMMMM. I cannot talk highly enough about it. Fresh fruit, coffee, tea, salad, omelettes, bacon & sausage, pad Thai, fish & eggplant, miso soup, steamed buns, croquettes. All as we watch the sun rise over the city. So yummy, perfect way to start the day.

Today we are visiting the most famous temples in Bangkok. All the blogs said to get there early to beat the heat and crowds, so we head out around 6:45. There is a certain dress code you must follow to be allowed entry. No shoulders or knees showing. I wear a long dress with a wrap for my shoulders, Scott wears shorts and a t shirt, with the plan to buy some elephant pants before we go in. The taxi was cheap and fast to get there. We hop out and start walking to the Grand Palace. We have realized that there isn’t many places to buy pants for him, and we still haven’t taken out more cash, which is needed for entry (and to buy pants.) There is one lady on the corner selling some, ask how much, grab some cash from the ATM, and go buy them from her. Now we need to find a place for him to change into them. The city is just waking up, so there isn’t anything open. I tell him to find an alleyway and I’ll use my wrap to block anyone from seeing him. He changes real quick, and we are ready to go. We walk into the entrance and immediately get stopped because apparently my wrap isn’t good enough and I need to buy something that goes all the way around my shoulders. Great. I’m already sweating and starting to chafe. I’m watching the crowds dump in, exactly what I was trying to avoid and now we have to turn around and go buy more shit. We leave and see a shop has juts opened up right across the street. Perfect. I find pants and a top I like well enough, and take them back in to the Grand Palace entryway where there are changing rooms. 😂 Woulda been nice to know that ahead of time. (The one good thing about trying to find an alleyway is we found the boat taxi entry point, so we knew exactly where to go when we were done exploring the palace.) Ok.. we are changed, we have money, we are finally ready to go in!

Even from the outside this place is beautiful. It’s architecture is like nothing else I’ve ever seen. Even more beautiful in person. There is so many intricate details and tiny little stones and glimmering mosaic walls and GOLD. Incredible. So many pictures were taken as every single thing was so picture worthy. We walk through the Temple of the Emerald Buddha, the Grand Palace, and so many little beautiful buildings, just taking it all in. If you’re in Bangkok, this is an absolute must. It has been there for thousands of years and it is meticulously clean. We accidentally missed Wat Pho with the Reclining Buddha, but we will be back, so no worries.

Next temple is Wat Arun, so we grab a boat taxi and head up the river.

We don’t really have anything else specifically on the list of things to do today, but we still have a lot of time and energy, so Scott suggested we go to ICONSIAM, a shopping Mecca across the river and back towards our hotel. I wanted to buy a new purse and new sandals, so I say ok, and off we went to grab another boat taxi!

In total on this day we got on 3 boat taxis. All three entirely different experiences. I don’t understand the boat taxi system at all, but we kept asking random Thai’s if we are doing the right thing and they lead us in the right direction every time, so it’s all working out. The first boat taxi was the Hop on/Hop off boat, it was the most expensive, but we didn’t know that or care honestly, it was so cheap anyway at $3. The second was more authentic (pictured) with a Thai lady yelling at everyone for different things, that one was 50 cents. The third was a large, air conditioned boat, and was free! So we hop on the boat and to ICONSIAM we go! From the outside, ICONSIAM looking stunning and massive. Then you go inside. Stunning and massive is the understatement of the century. It’s like a whole new Avatar like world in there. I will never be able to truly describe it in words, but I will do my best to convey the amazingness in pictures!

SO. MUCH. FOOD. So much food. So many places to go, EIGHT FLOORS of shopping!!! Everything from H&M to Gucci and like a million other places I’ve never seen. Art galleries, grocery stores, fitness centers, a movie theater, literally every type of entertainment. We barely scratched the surface. You could spend several days in there and not see it all. We spend most of our time on the bottom floor, where you enter into the foodcourt. But it’s not just a food court. It’s like everything around you is art. The texture on the walls, the light fixtures, the benches.. everything was SO cool. There was a sign overhead that said “Sook Sook” and it looked cool, so we went in. Holy fuck. This place. It’s wild. The smells, the stall after stall of incredible looking food. We didn’t know where to start. We just walk around in absolute amazement. We got our eye on a few stalls that are popping and look fantastic, saved for later. Overstimulation is the theme here, and I love it. There was a Thai section, the largest, a Japanese section, and a Chinese section. We walked around for at least 2 hours, loving every moment.

We are in the mood to celebrate our first day exploring with a drink, so we sit down at a bar and meet the sweetest, coolest guy from Myanmar, named Min. He moved two Thailand 5 months ago and is working to save money to come to the states. His English was great so we were able to talk a lot and became friends. He was our first friend in Thailand. ☺️ We followed each other on Instagram and said our goodbyes, we may hit him up when we get back to Bangkok at the end of our trip. As we left the bar he even joked to Scott and said "My hair cut's cooler than yours!" 😂😂 Too funny... Once we were finally hungry we decided on some Kaya toast, crab and bacon fried rice, some crispy chicken and some Chang beers.

Easily one of the best meals of my life. The flavors are so unique, everything tastes different, in the best way. Scott and I are BUZZZING. This place was one of the coolest places we've ever seen in our whole lives. We can't wait to go back, if we get to on this trip, who knows. But if we ever come back to Thailand we will absolutely come here again.

**DISCLAIMER** There is weed smoking ahead, so stop reading now if you're not a fan 😂

Now we're full and happy, and the day has been long, so we decide to go back to the hotel. We want to stop at a dispensary and grab a small amount of weed, just enough for a night, because we leave for Singapore tomorrow morning and weed is super illegal there, so we can't take it with us. We google nearby dispensaries to our hotel and found one called "No Man's Land." Has some decent reviews, its super close by and we head there. We see the sign for it on the street, but don't see an entrance and are very confused. Scott finds this random door, not really near the sign, and we go in, fingers crossed. This could be the right place, or it could also be a place for transgender surgeries. 😂 Turns out both were correct. Bottom floor was for trans surgeries and upper floors were No Man's Land. We head up and are warmly greeted by some young, super chill Thai guys. There's a couple selections for weed on the counter, but this place is so much more than that. It's like a hole in the wall absolute GEM of a place, that seemed like a place only locals know about. It has a bar, some food options, (including brunch!), a stage for live music, and a rooftop outdoor patio. The music vibes are immaculate, the art is super trippy and right up our alley. We found the spot. We thought we were going to buy a joint and go home, but this turned out to be such a special place. We get a gram, he gives us all the things we need to smoke it and he tells us to go to the rooftop and enjoy ourselves. We happily oblige. The stair way up is super creepy and tiny, with water in weird spots, but it was all in good fun. The view is super cool, the breeze helps so much with the hot, humid air that you feel inevitably on the street. One of the guys working comes up and starts setting up all of the lounge chairs and tables. We shoot the shit with him for a bit. He thinks it's super cool that Scott is a chef. We both partake and are feeling realllll fine. 😎 "This is fucking Bangkok," Scott says as we soak up the vibes. We enjoyed their company so much we also started following the head guy on insta.. his name is Nine and it turns out he is a Muay Thai fighter and a rapper. Very cool dude. He takes our picture for the wall of fame and we are forever grateful to them for this core memory. We are relaxed, happy as clams, and are ready to go to bed.

Back to the hotel we go, the sunset was stunning, we were feeling good, just laughing and enjoying every moment. We were frolicking naked around our room and heard some fireworks outside - anyone who knows Scott knows he is obsessed so we run out to watch them. A few moments later we realize our neighbors were outside watching them as well, most likely seeing our fully naked bodies 😂 We run back inside giggling.. oh well haha. This was a really fantastic day. Our bodies are tired. Our hearts are full. Time to sleep, as we head to Singapore tomorrow! Thank you Bangkok, thank you No Man's Land, thank you Centre Point, we'll never forget it. ❤️

[antihero6912]

2022.

What. A. Year.

I don’t even know where to begin to describe this year. We started the year off with getting the 3rd COVID Shot in order to even be able to go Skiing. Timed it just in time and what do you know.. we both got the biggest cold from it. Sold our Audi towards the end of 2021 and had no car the first 3 month which resulted in us taking a train to Austria for 13 hours lol. Nonetheless had THE best time in Zell am See finally being able to ski again. We celebrated our 8th anniversary in a fancy restaurant in what we now call our home town and got my absolute dream car a week late - my Tesla Model 3 :) Been wanting this since before the Audi and finally got it, it’s blue and it’s beautiful and there’s nothing quite like 450 PS beneath you on the Autobahn haha.

We did get to travel! WOOOHOO! After 2 years on hold we made the most of it: I took the train to see my brother and nephews and niece while my mom was there, we took a trip with H’s family for the first time ever lol (Bremen), we got the cheaptest tickets to Edingburgh and WOW what a ridiculous beautiful country Scotland is. We loved every corner of it! H’s 96 year old Grandma took us to Wales too and idk what’s up with GB but why is everything so. freaking. stunning. Took our Tessi to Denmark and the ocean in the Netherland and I finally, after 3 years, stepped ground in the United States again. Almost cried happy tears. It felt like no time has passed at all with Courtney and Em and Missy. I loved it so much! Overall made it on 11 flights! :) 

My business travels finally picked up as well! I got paid to go to Berlin in July, wanted to stay the entire weekend, Henni came, laid down, immediately tested positive and did not see anything at all of the big B and we went home, haha. Got to go to Hamburg in September and got to take my momma which was so cool to be able to pay the hotel for her! :) We went and saw Mamma Mia the Musical and had the best time and the best weather. Got to go to London again this year and what do you know.. brought Covid Home with me lol. Came home Wednesday, had the worst headache Friday and immediately tested postive. Overall it was “just” the worst headache in my entire life and so glad I made it through.

Work was.. fine. Sometimes maybe good, sometimes maybe shit. Stepped up the ladder and got promoted finally :) Love that for me and my know 11k bigger paycheck! Worked my butt off for it and tolerated some psycho crap though haha. However, Dori started at my department in June and my entire life became brighter :) I love love love having her there and seeing her again almost every day. My mood and excitement for work is sooo much better now with having someone to bitch about right there haha. Also made it in the excellence programm for next year, not quite sure what that brings but I’m excited for it.

What else? Sab and Steven got engaged which immediately blocked the engagement I was hoping for in Denmark, Henni got me a SUP for my birthday and we took it right out on the Fjord that day and it was so peaceful and fun! Such a relaxed b-day for the last one in my twenties. My brother got married to his girlfriend of 10 years and I loved dancing the entire night. We had what’s called the 9 € Ticket and I’ve never taken more trains in my life. Paid 27 Euros and travelled for over 400. My aunt unfortunately got sick and is still in the hospital :( Scared us like crazy but glad she’s finally feeling better and on the road to recovery. 

Sports were a big thing for H and I to do together this year :) We ran, we took loooots of bike rides in the summer, one day even almost 60 Kilometres, I ran 10k in the MS Marathon (woohhhho!), and I found my first love back: Tennis. Wow it’s been like what, 15 years? Now that we’re settled here I texted the tennis team and got lessons, I LOVED IT! Was a bit rusty at the start but getting really back into it now. H took a beginners course and I’ve loved being on the court together all through summer. 

Felll in love with desperate housewives, which idk why but I’ve never seen before and am now on round 2 for all 8 seasons haha. We finished our backyard and the front yard, got the fences up and got settled in the house. H is finally seeing a therapist for his panic attacks and it - fingers crossed - seems to help. We spend more time with Sab and Steven and have such a good friendship now. I love spending time with H even if we do not talk lol and spend quality time with my momma. 

And last but not least: I finally, after 8 years, 9 months and 21 days got proposed to (ARE YOU KIDDING? AAAHHH). Like many times before, I thought I was getting an engagement ring for Christmas. Checked his Amazon and Mail and there was anything BUT a ring. Got super sad again and talked to Dori all about it until my Internet was not working and I asked H to check this website to see if it was my phone or our internet, he opened it and the entire page was full of engagement ring commercials like you get when you google it. Ahhhh. Then, one day, he told me he was in MS and I went to check his location to see if he was on the way back so I could start dinner. And he was at my MOMS!!! I was freaking the f out and called Dori right away haha. I could not believe it. He asked my mom and brother for their permission are you serioussss aaahhhhg. Came home, was all sneaky about it, Sabbel called to ask if I wanted to go for a walk with her dog which was suspicious AF and I knew it right away lol. I literally would have gone in sweats and my sleep shirt if I hadnt known what was up :) Got home to candles all over the living room, towards the christmas tree and henni dressed up in his nicest shirt. He said he knew he wanted to marry me since day 1, got down on one knee and popped the question. He even filmed it all, what a perfect guy!! aaahhh! The ring is beautiful and fits like a glove and I cannot wait to marry my best friend! We facetimed everyone and they were all super excited except for my weird ass brother of course haha.

T’was a good year, dude.

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Old Habits

Frank Adler x Reader

Author's Note: First time posting for Frank/any Chris character (at least on this blog lol). Feedback is encouraged but please be kind. Masterlists

Chapter 1

Summary: Three years after she left Frank and Mary behind, Y/n returns to Florida for the wedding of mutual friends, what ensues may prove that like old habits, some feelings just don't die. Chapter Summary: Y/n and Frank come face to face for the first time in three years and someone's still bitter about an unfair break-up Warnings- Angst

“Are you gonna see her when you go?” Mary probed curiously from her perch on his bed as Frank packed a haphazardly folded shirt into his suitcase. 

“I don’t know kiddo,” he sighed, actively trying to not think of the ‘her’ his niece was referring to. He had Bonnie, why would he think about her? 

“Will you tell her I said hi?” Mary pressed, setting down her tablet and leaning forward a bit, “Please?” 

“If I see her, I’ll do that,” he promised, wincing at a memory, “Do you have your bag all ready for when you go over to Roberta’s?” Desperately, he needed the topic to change; he did not want to think about her, all he wanted was to pack his things, get the entire weekend over with and then get home. 

“Of course I do, Frank,” Mary responded earnestly, not so quick to forget their previous conversation, “Will you invite her to come visit? Please,” when Frank glanced at her, she pouted cutely; it was an expression that was extremely difficult to say ‘no’ to. “If you tell her I miss her, she might come.”

Sighing heavily, he shut his suitcase and headed over to his mess of a closet, “I thought you liked Bonnie, it might make Bonnie uncomfortable if she came to visit.” 

“Of course I like Bonnie, but I miss her. Please ask her to come, Frank, please,” she begged and he sighed again. He didn’t know why he even expected Mary to understand, she was smart but she was also a kid and he’d never really explained to her why the woman she’d looked up to as a mother had just left one day- he didn’t even think he understood himself. And it still hurt. But he’d finally started moving on with Bonnie, albeit slowly, and really didn’t want to backpedal on that. 

Rummaging through the closet, he responded after he’d found his tux, stowed safely in the travel bag and probably still sporting a tag on the sleeve. It was a nice one, he’d bought it for- “We’ll see, but I’m not making any promises,” he added pointedly, trying to get his mind off the path it was straying down.

One Week later.  Florida; it was a lot of things- hot, sticky, home. Granted, her home was St. Petersburg and not Miami, but she didn’t even think it mattered anymore. That life was three years behind her.

What did matter was that she was late- thank you flight delays. 

Despite her lateness though, Y/n had enjoyed the cab ride from the airport to the beachfront hotel, drinking in the sights and feeling a little bit of the sun on her face- it was nice. The warm air vastly differed from the persistent chill of Atlanta around that time; she’d missed that about Florida- maybe she missed a lot of things about Florida. 

After paying the cab fare, she got out, hooking her handbag in the crook of her elbow and clutching her floral print travel bag while heading to the back of the car, where the driver met her to help with the suitcase. With a polite smile and a quiet thanks, he was off and with a huff, Y/n set the bag on the top of the suitcase, pulled the handle out and headed towards the hotel, anticipating the moment where she could put her things down, flop face forward onto the bed and just enjoy the remaining quiet time, before the start of the wedding festivities.

Of course, when one was late for a four day wedding weekend, that was not guaranteed.

“Y/n!” She heard a familiar voice squeal as she stepped into the lobby, and after a minute spent looking around, she spotted her college best friend- aka the bride-  up ahead, near the front desk. Smiling breathlessly, Y/n tiredly lugged her things towards where Amanda and Jack were standing, while simultaneously, her friend approached her. Meeting halfway, they hugged firmly,  “Ohmygod, I thought something had happened!” Amanda squeezed her a little and then they pulled away, still grinning, “The receptionist said you hadn’t checked in yet and no one had seen you.”

“Its fine, I’m fine,” Y/n reassured with a giggle, “My flight got delayed, twice and my phone died just before we landed. I’m sorry,” she frowned, it certainly wasn’t her intention to have everyone worried. 

Amanda exhaled in obvious relief, “As long as you’re okay, I’m okay,” she leaned in for another hug, and Y/n easily reciprocated. When they parted again, Y/n quickly hugged and said hello to Jack, who she also knew from college, then thanked him when he offered to take her bags. As the three of them strolled towards the reception desk so Y/n could check in, they easily slipped into conversation, “Ohh, now that my maid of honor is here we can finally get to the good stuff.” 

“I thought I was what you needed to get to the good stuff,” Jack scoffed humorously.

Swatting at his shoulder, she laughed softly, “Oh, you know what I mean. Besides, I’m sure you felt the same way when Frank got here.”

Hearing his name, Y/n’s eyes widened- she didn’t know why she hadn’t considered that he would be there, he and Jack were as close as she and Amanda were. He was the best man, she knew that too, Amanda had only told her a dozen times. Still, she asked unsteadily, “Frank’s here….already?” 

“Yeah,” Amanda chirped, “He got in last night- God, I feel like an ass for not asking," she said suddenly, tapping her palm to the side of her head, "Are you gonna be okay with him being here?"

She had actually been dreading seeing him, but refused to ruin her friends' weekend. "Yeah, of course. It was a long time ago," Y/n paused to give the woman at the desk her information, continuing after she'd received her key card and the three of them were walking off, "Besides, this weekend isn't about that," she dismissed as they headed towards the elevators.

"Yeah, but-" they had just stopped in front of one of the elevators when Jack cut himself off as the doors slid open. 

"Oh….hey," the shock was as evident in Frank's tone as it was on her face. It went without saying that neither of them were expecting to see each other that soon. 

He looked as good as the day she left him. His beard was a little longer and his hair a little messier, but still really good. 

Trying to reclaim reign on her better senses- and her slackened jaw- Y/n swallowed thickly, "Hi….." She trailed off and as the seconds ticked on, she became painfully aware of the fact that they were making it very awkward for their friends. "Um…long time no see.” Internally, she was cringing, after three years of being broken up and two of not having any contact at all, that was definitely not a way to break the ice. 

Even Frank seemed stunned for a moment before quickly returning, “Well…..that’s what happens when you move to another state without leaving a forwarding address.”

Speechless, Y/n simply stood there, completely taken aback by his words and the nonchalance they’d been delivered with. She was so shocked that the next person who spoke up was Jack. “Come on, man-”

“No, its okay,” she interjected suddenly, “Frank’s right, that is what happens when people move away.” Blinking quickly to dismiss the tears that had started gathering as memories started flooding her mind, Y/n reached for her things, taking the handle of her suitcase right out of Jack’s hand, “I gotta go put these down,” she slipped past Frank, who’d just stepped out of the elevator. 

“And I’m going with her,” Amanda stepped in behind her, hitting the button for the seventh floor and waving awkwardly as the doors slid shut, leaving the men in the lobby. “I had no idea he would act like that,” she said as the elevator started traveling upwards smoothly.

Y/n shook her head dismissively, “Its fine, really. And he’s right, I just…..moved, I didn’t say anything to him.”

“You were doing what you needed to to heal,” she squeezed Y/n’s shoulder reassuringly, “You don’t owe anyone an explanation.” Sighing, she nodded, smiling halfheartedly in Amanda’s direction.

She knew her friend was right, but she did feel guilty about leaving the way she had-it shouldn’t have been a secret. Before they’d broken up, she and Frank had been together for almost ten years, she’d been there when he’d taken guardianship of Mary, she’d moved with him to St. Petersburg to get away from his mother, they’d had an entire life together. Y/n felt even worse about what she’d done to his niece, it had killed her to leave Mary like that after she’d spent four years raising her- it had felt like deserting her own child. In a way, that was what she had done.

When the elevator doors slid open again, they stepped into the carpeted hallway just in time for another pair of metal doors to swish open, "Y/n!" Frank called out as she and Amanda had started down the hall, "I just…." He slumped his shoulders, "Can we talk?"

She hesitated, though when Amanda seemed close to telling him off, Y/n nodded, "Sure, why not?" And when Amanda seemed unsure of leaving her on her own, Y/n promised that it was fine. 

They waited until she was  headed down before setting off, and after a bit of scuffling over it, Y/n let Frank take her bags. "I'm sorry about what I said downstairs," was the first thing off his lips, "That was way outta line-" 

"And it was also true," she noted pointedly, slipping the key card into its slot, "Leaving like that was……it was horrible, and I'm sorry," she ducked her head, picking nervously at the key ring. There was so much she wanted to say, but for the life of her, Y/n didn’t have a clue on how to begin. Or where to begin. “I didn’t know how to tell you I was leaving, we hadn’t talked in months-”

“You stopped returning my calls,” he reasoned.

“Because I didn’t know what to say anymore. You were expecting me to come back-”

“Come home,” Frank corrected and they both exhaled audibly, “Mary was expecting you to come home,” he admitted mournfully, “She says hi, by the way. She’s been talking about you since I told her I was coming to Jack and Mandy’s wedding.”

At the mention of Mary, Y/n felt her heart melt a little and it was even harder to not feel like a complete jerk for leaving a sweet little girl without explanation. She’d been there when Mary had taken her first steps and said her first words, she’d sat up with her when she had fevers and had kissed bruises better, she’d been there for everything…..until she wasn’t. “How is she?” Y/n eventually asked, wondering if she even had the right to. 

Frank hesitated, “She’s good, taking college classes,” he noted with a chuckle of disbelief. 

“Oh my God,” Y/n chortled breathlessly, “How has it been? Does she like them?” There was so much she wanted to know, Y/n didn’t think she could keep up with her own questioning, “What about friends, does college mean more grown up friends?” She’d be so tiny compared to those big kids. 

“She loves her classes,” they strayed further into the room, and as he set her bags down near the foot of the bed, hand moving to rub the back of his neck, “Kept her in public school though, so she could keep hanging out with her friends.”

“She has friends her age?” Y/n wondered with a grin, “That’s amazing.” Part of her wanted to ask if she could see Mary, maybe spend a few hours with her, but it didn’t seem right to just dive back into a child’s life like that only to leave again. She also didn’t think it was something that Frank would be okay with. 

If the roles were reversed, she definitely wouldn’t have allowed it. 

So she just didn’t ask. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Frank pocketed his hands and shifted his gaze to the floor, “So….how’s Atlanta been?”

“Its been good. City’s great, job’s great. Can’t complain,” except for the fact that she still felt like she’d left the most important parts of herself behind. “Still fixing boats?” 

He nodded slowly, flashing her a lopsided smirk, “I guess it's growing on me,” he shrugged, “Ever got around to going to med school?”

“Nah,” Y/n scoffed, grin brightening, “Still a nurse….I guess it's growing on me,” they both laughed and Frank nodded. As their smiles grew softer again, Y/n felt herself relax a little, “Look, I know I have no right to ask this after everything, but could we just be….friends? I don’t want this weekend to be weird for Mandy and Jack.”

Frank hummed, “I’d like that. Friends hug?” He questioned hopefully, and chuckling, Y/n nodded, approaching him so she could wrap her arms around his mid. Three years later and he still felt like home; his arms coming around her felt like safety embodied and Y/n swore that, for a minute, it was almost like nothing had changed. 

Almost.

He pulled away too soon, and when they stepped away from each other, she was reminded that the distance between them vastly superseded anything physical. “So, I’ll see you around?” He started stepping backwards in the direction of the door. 

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Y/n nodded stiffly, trying harder than she had been earlier to just forget about all the things she missed about him, confirming, “See you around.”

It was going to be a long weekend.

[hangezoeenthusiast]

God(hcs)

c!multiple x god!reader

notes: the reader will be the god of death to make it a little bit more spicy :). c!punz’s pronouns are he/they, i’m not sure about the others, but i know theirs. also why does ranboo take away my gender? /j

word count: 1,672

warnings: arson, violence, cursing, yelling, mention of death, voices in technos part, spoilers for wilbur if you haven’t watch tommy’s lore stream, revival for wilbur, making a religion, time travel, egg, prison, stealing, anarchy, playful name calling

Sapnap

so obviously y’all would be a great match :)

you have creative mode, so when sap would ask you to give him a lighter and tnt, you would GLADLY give it

also, can we talk about him being a nether hybrid

fire squared

like fires left and right, hide your mom and your children in your house lol /j

but besides the whole arson thing, you favor him above anyone else on the server

like if he asks for diamond blocks, well here’s a whole inventory of it, also, here’s some ancient debris and some netherite

if someone asked, you would probably grant them with poison and curses, just because you can’t be “unloyal” to snapchat 

wouldn’t be lonely anymore

Dreamwastaken

this duo is less chaotic, but chaotic enough where people avoid you

he still asks you for stuff, but most of the time, you don’t give him it because he annoys you too much about giving stuff

“hey y/n/n, can i pretty please get some emerald blocks.”

“nope bitch, get it yourself.”

but sometimes, you grant him some op shit, when it’s your good day

“because i’m being nice, here’s some diamond, now, don’t ask me again you little piss baby.”

“shut your trap y/n.”

“or what homeless teletubby, what are you going to do to a god like me?”

“you hang out with technoblade to much.”

Georgenotfound

maybe the least chaotic duo

you guys keep on relaxing and relaxing until the point where you don’t do anything

he barely asks you for anything, but only when it’s really really important, like a house or build

especially when he was building his little cottagecore house, he needed your godly presence to help

“y/n, what should the roof be made of?”

“i suggest brick, it makes it more aestheticy if that makes any sense.”

also barely any drama or tea with you guys

never arguing and never betraying each other is a must

Tubbo

also another least chaotic duo

literally help him with his bee farm, he will (platonically) love you forever

gotta be close to ranboo, that’s the rule

gives him SO much stuff, he’s a precious boi 🙄

also gotta be close to tommy, but not as much unfortunately

you help him pick out things for builds, like what material clashes with another, etc

“do you think that the wool and the netherite blocks look good together y/n?”

“nah, what i suggest is the wool with the gold, it looks perfect.”

sometiems, gotta put him in check because he gets a little ego built up

you definitely yank his horn a little too hard because of your IMMENSE STRENGTH

“OW, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT Y/N.”

“calm down sunny, you were just getting a bit over your head a little.”

Tommyinnit

chaotic duo like sapnap

snaps at anyone who annoys you and vice versa

you give him EVERYTHING, obviously except op and creative

he tries to persuade you to do something, but dreamxd wouldn’t allow it, since he is the main boss

“come on y/n, give me op.”

“no tommy, xd will kick my ass.”

“pweaseee.”

“no.”

you would DEFINITELY help him with the Big Innit Hotel, making the whole layout and color palette.

both of you have an intense hatred for ranboo, since he “stole” tubbo away from tommy

Ranboo

least involved in everything

just stay in the tundra and drink some tea, and you’re good for all of your life

helps him get netherite all the time so your boii can get the good stuff 😬

when he mines to get diamonds, he literally prays to you

“y/n, if you’re listening, please give me a 6 vein, i desperately need it for my collection of diamond blocks.”

and THERE IT IS

more than a 6 vein actually, a 12 vein

guess he needs to pray to you more

daily tea sessions, to talk about the good stuff, and NO, and i repeat NO skipping

threatening to flick water on him check ✅

Wilbur Soot

literally you spoil him

not to be angsty, but when he died and lost his last canon life, you revived him instead of Dream

now he’s practically at your knees

like he’s thinks that he owes you, but actually that’s the opposite

he was revived because you were lonely, and wanted your best friend back :(

prays to you when he goes to bed

“hey y/n, hope you’re having a great day, (platonically) love you.”

“love you too mortal.”

sometimes, to be at the peak of godness, you shower upon wilbur as gold to symbolize blessings, like zeus did before

“omg y/n, what are you doing?”

“i’m trying to bless you, shut up bitch.”

just saying, he would make a religion about you :/

Karl Jacobs

omg don’t get me started on this

first, you wouldn’t codone him going back in time

he would definitely forget your name a lot, so that’s why you hated it

“hey karl, how are you doing?”

“i’m sorry, but do i know you?”

ANGST IS TOO MUCH FOR ME

you were definitely the one to push him towards sapnap and quackity

this is also another spoiled boi

give him the entire world while you’re at it pwease

he wants a few diamonds, nope, give him a chest full of them

Quackity

why are there so much chaotic duos in here?

literally chaos times infinity

energy to the max

literally, did you take an energy drink

grants him every wish he can randomly think off

“can i get a bucket with lava and a fish in it?”

“weird choice, but ok man.”

gotta be close to sap and karl or he isn’t your friend anymore /j

helps with las nevadas a lot, and definitely tries to rig the machines so you get money

“hey big q, i got 10,000 dollars.”

“that’s impossible... y/n, did you cheat?”

“nooo 😊”

help him preen his wings, and he goes “I LOVE YOU, MWAH MWAH.” obviously in his mind 🙄

Awesamdude

definitely helps him maintain the prison

you both love setting up red stone contraptions and pistons and all that giz

“hey sam, do you know where the redstone torches are?”

“yeah, there behind the pistons in the back.”

also you helped build the prison, since he could do that by himself

“are you sure that lava wall will work y/n, your calculations seem inaccurate.”

“i’m sure sam, this will add some more security to this goddamn server.”

nerd squared lol

BadBoyHalo

wouldn’t condone the egg

you warned him multiple times to get away from its grasp, but most of the times he’ll decline

“i won’t y/n, the egg is the future.”

he still, even after all the advancements, even after everything, he tries to ask you to join the eggpire

“come on y/n, you’ll like being with us.”

“i don’t wanna be on a stupid egg side, like let me crack the egg, i wanna eat it and turn it into a omelette.”

he doesn’t like that joke :(

but before he discovered the egg, both of you were joint at the hip

sight seeing was a must

languages being thrown around everywhere, since you were the little language muffin

Punz

steals stuff from everyone

hide your stuff, because the punzo-y/n team is unstoppable

definitely they can be really stubborn and indecisive

like one day, he will be like, “i need gold blocks.” and the next, “nevermind, i need netherite actually.”

like hon, stop switching

also anarchy buddies

burning down forests and buildings are your guys’s specialty

when you give him gold when they doesn’t ask, his heart goes brrr and his brain goes, “pog pog, they’re so cool, lets hug them.”

Technoblade

now this is the most deadly duo in the entire Dream Smp

better not piss you guys off 😐

he’s the Blood God, and you’re the God/Goddess/God being of Death

so if some occasion where you need to battle someone, like Techno’s enemies, *clears throat and murmurs Quackity*, you will obviously back your boy up :)

help him with enchanting and potions and he’s set for life

also you got have to be close to the great Philza Minecraft since him and Techno are buddy buddy

anarchy squared

helps with the voices since you have some of your own

“so what you’re saying is that i need to pay attention to them?”

“yeah, when i first learned that the voices were in my head, i tried to ignore them, but that sucked. so what i did was try to distract myself with various tasks, and that sucked.”

“so what do i do, you’re saying that i should listen to them, but how do i do that when they literally shout at me.”

“just embrace it, obviously when they do their little chant of blood for the blood god, you have to ignore them.”

“you suck at advice.”

Philza Minecraft

so since both of you resemble death, him being the Angel of Death and you being the God/Goddess/God being of Death, y’all are fucking best friends, platonic soulmates if you will

death squared

watch out, because if you piss them off, prepare to d-

gotta be close to Ranboo and Techno, and obviously others who he platonically likes

he doesn’t need to ask you for stuff, he’s the fricking Angel of Death, but he will ask you to preen his wings :D

“ow, not there y/n.”

“oh shut up grandpa, let me do it.”

“I’M NOT OLD DUMBASS.”

Dream XD

two gods at once, damn there is so much chaos

left and right, you guys are noticed by everyone, like purrrr

y’all would be in some fancy shit, to show your power

you would get jealous of him hanging out with george

“why are you jealous y/n?”

“you’re hanging out with george to much, hang out with me please :(.”

gifts are a must, even though both of you have access to creative

[your-daily-biaswrecking]

Hello! can you do a scenario with fem!reader and father's best friend!namjoon? I totally understand if this is a concept you're uncomfortable with. All the armys are going crazy with the dilf!bts concept so I need to have this 😭

Tbh that's a hard concept (like absolutely don't do this irl y'all plss it's not okay if it's not fiction– go in the notes to read my PSA pls) so I had to write a bit of plot at the beginning just because I wanted to make it as less weird as possible lol

Namjoon wasn't the type of family friend you got to see a lot growing up. He was, however, the type of friend you got to hear about a lot. Your dad had spent his high school years being in a band that never really had its break, and Namjoon had apparently been the youngest member and your father's favourite. He kept talking about how he "raised" him, meaning he helped him get his first kiss and taught him about girls. Then your dad got your mum pregnant right after graduating, and they both decided to move to the US to find a job and start their family. Your family. And so your dad lost touch with his best friend.

He talked about him quite often, and you knew he had even visited once when you were still too young to have a memory of it. You had only ever seen a couple of pictures of them together; Namjoon looked like a very cringy 13-year-old with a terrible haircut. Not that your dad as a teenager looked any better. But that's beside the point. It doesn't matter what he looked like back then, today you probably wouldn't be able to even recognize him even if he passed you on the street.

"Did I tell you? My best friend moved here from Korea! The band kids are back together!"

Namjoon came back into your father's life at around the same time as you left it– moved away for college. And you kept getting all these updates on how great it was that they found each other again, how many things they did together and in general how happy your dad was. When you visited home for Christmas, Namjoon was away so you didn't run into him. And almost a year after he had moved there, you would finally meet him during the summer. Your father invited him for dinner one hot evening in July.

You opened the door to find him standing outside, your mother just a step behind to greet him. “Joonie! So glad you could make it. Come on in, come on in... Ah! As you know, this is our daughter.”

The man was tall and handsome, nothing like the pictures you had seen. And familiar. His eyes met yours and he smiled, making your blood run cold— you had seen that man before. Not even a week ago, staring at you at the bar while sipping his whiskey until you decided he was too hot and couldn’t be older than 30, so you walked up to him and gave him a napkin with your number and a lipstick stain of a kiss on it. He never called.

“Wow,” Namjoon said without his tone matching his words. “She has grown up so much.” And he looked you up and down again, checking you out kind of like he had done that night. Your entire face was burning, turning on your heels to get away. What the fuck kind of luck was that? He was your dad's friend? You hoped– you begged that he didn't recognize you. He wasn't saying anything, though his eyes kept on stealing looks, and so you thought you might have had a close escape. Until you run into each other in the kitchen. Alone. "Come here, young lady," he said in a deep voice that sent shivers down your spine. You already felt like you were in trouble. "Does your father know you go around giving your number to men almost twice your age?"

He was so close, eyes travelling lazily down your form with a smirk on his lips. "No," you choked. "I– I don't– You were staring at me, that's why I thought..."

"I was staring at you because I was trying to figure out if you were my best friend's daughter."

Hearing him say the words made your cheeks burn. Defeat. He had a logical excuse and all you had was that he was a little too much your type. And he sounded like he was scolding you, reminding you of your place. You lowered your head, really wanting to get out. "Please don't tell him."

Don't tell him I hit on you. Don't tell him I wanted to fuck you.

Namjoon didn't reply right away, but late that night you got a text from an unknown number. "I won't tell him anything."

He won't tell him anything. Perhaps that could be applied to what had already happened, or what would happen in the future.

You didn't text frequently, but you did nonetheless. And even though you were sure both of you would say they were simple, innocent texts, how innocent could they really be when the man already knew how you felt about him? Maybe you were crazy, but you thought he might like you too. Maybe he liked the fact that you liked him. It wasn't evident in anything he did or say, just the vibes you got from him those days he visited your house, or the way he looked at you when you were left alone for a second. The summer passed by so fast when every other day you met your father's best friend in one way or another.

When it was time for you to move back to the city where you attended college, Namjoon just so happened to be going there for some work too. And your parents were grateful that you had someone to travel with. The car ride was long and mostly silent. You had never been left alone for so long and suddenly you realised how hard it was to keep a conversation going without talking about how horny he made you feel just by being in the same, tight space with you. But the farther away you got from home, the less you cared about keeping your good reputation up.

"Where will you sleep tonight?" you asked him after he helped drop off all your stuff at your apartment late that night and was already at the door, ready to leave.

"I'll find a hotel," he told you, hand still on the door handle.

"You can stay here if you want to."

"Don't–" His plea was soft-spoken, in contrast to the intense way his eyes were piercing yours.

"Don't what?" you acted dumb. "All I'm saying is I'm sure dad would rather you stay instead of paying for a room. You're like family, anyway."

You noticed how he took in a deep breath, grip around the knob getting harder. "Don't bring him into this."

Saying that you two shouldn't mention your father was like admitting what was going on right now was beyond innocent. And even though your stomach clenched at his harsh tone, you bowed your head and whispered. "I'm sorry."

"This is so wrong," you heard him call loudly all of a sudden, making you look back at him. He was chewing on his lip desperately. "I was there when your dad got your mom pregnant. Do you know what I said? Fuck, man, how are you gonna get out of this bullshit? I shouldn’t be…"

You blinked at him, waiting to hear the end of the sentence. "Shouldn't be what?" You weren't gonna let him slip away that easily. You would push him until he had to say what he wanted to say. It was your only chance, anyway.

Namjoon sighed. He pushed the door closed and walked up to you steadily all while he was staring straight into your eyes. "Why did you give me your number that night?"

Your breathing was already getting heavier. You wouldn't back away. What was the point? He knew already. "Because you were hot. And I wanted you to fuck me."

He chewed his lip for a few seconds, watching your face as he contemplated his next words. "Why do you want me to stay over tonight?"

You gulped. He was so close, closer than ever. "Because you're hot," you whispered. Glance down on his lips. "And I want you to fuck me."

He closed his eyes momentarily before he was exhaling loudly. "Fucking– hell!"

And he instantly moved forward, one hand grabbing the back of your head as he brought your face to crush on his, mouths smashing against each other after all the times you had dreamed about it. It was so much better than you could have imagined, lips full and soft parting yours for his tongue to slip in between, making you moan. And you were trying to get closer and closer, almost tripping as you walked blindly further into the apartment. His jacket was discarded on the floor before your shirt joined it, and Namjoon was growling before attacking your neck with his teeth.

"Daddy..." The word truly slipped out of you, and he was pausing for a moment, pulling away to look at you.

"Really? You're really gonna call me daddy?" Your eyes were wide and cheeks burning, squirming away from him before he grabbed your wrist to keep you close. "Shit," he grunted, not sounding mad at all. "Alright, baby. Show daddy where your room is, need to get you in bed right away."

And you mewled at his words. You were there in no time, pulling the rest of your clothes off as Namjoon undressed too. Big and thick, he was even hotter like that, making you press your legs together as you took the sight in. And when he removed his boxers too, you got to found out his dick matched the rest of his body perfectly, long and thick and so hot it made your mouth water.

"Daddy," you whined as he started crawling over you. "You're so big. You're gonna tear me apart."

His large hand grabbed your jaw. "That's what you get for playing with big boys." And he kissed you ruthlessly again. His other hand travelling down your form until he found your pussy, fingers playing with your folds and humming in satisfaction. "So wet. Is that all for me, baby?"

"Yes, daddy," you moaned, hips trying to grind on his hand for some more friction. "I've been wet for you since I first saw you."

"Fuck. I know, baby," he breathed into your ear, two fingers slipping slowly inside you and stretching you out. "I could tell. You weren't hiding it very well, baby. How much you wanted me to ruin you. Which is why daddy's been hard for you all this time, too." Your breath was hitching as he was moving his hands slowly, not even trying to fuck you like that, just trying to get you ready for his cock. And he stopped. "Are you gonna let daddy fuck you raw, baby?"

You almost screamed. "Fuck, yes, daddy, please! Fuck me open with your cock."

Namjoon was growling as he retrieved his fingers from inside you. "What a dirty mouth! Who taught you to speak like that, you dirty, little whore? I thought you were a good girl."

Your nails were scratching his back as you whined and squirmed underneath him. "Oh, daddy, please! I need you! I'll be good for you."

And you felt the tip of his dick press against your entrance as he shushed you. "Alright then. Be a good girl for daddy and take this big cock like the good, little slut you are." And he shoved himself in you.

"O–oh my god!" you yelped. Namjoon didn't go easy on you, didn't go slow or gentle, he started pounding you fast and hard right away, truly fucking you open like you had asked him to. You were squirming underneath him but his body was so big and strong, it was caging you completely. And just to shut you up he kissed you again, tongue so deep in your mouth he was choking you. Namjoon was fucking you so hard he brought tears to your eyes, and you felt euphoric being used by him like that.

"My dirty, little cunt," he rasped after he freed your mouth. "Like taking my cock like that?" You were nodding, mewling, unable to speak. "What a good girl. Letting daddy fuck her as hard as he wants." He leaned back, grabbing your arms until he had your wrists pinned above your head and the new position gave him the ability to piston his hips against yours even faster, diving even deeper.

"Fuck, daddy, I'm gonna cum," you cried, legs shaking as they fought against his abusing thrusts between them.

"So easy," Namjoon panted with a smirk. "So easy to please you. Gonna cum cuz you've never had dick like daddy's before, huh? No one's ever fucked you this good? Those little boys your age, I bet they don't know shit about pleasing a nasty girl like you." He spat on his free hand and brought it right down on your clit, pressing on it hard. And you were moaning even louder. "There you go, baby. You can cum on daddy's dick now."

"Namjoon–" you yelped, and you felt your orgasm pop, gushing all your juices over him as he kept fucking you through it. He slowed down a bit, coming down to kiss you sloppily as you continued to whine with each thrust against your sensitive, tight walls.

"That's my good girl," he whispered, kissing you almost lovingly. "Don't worry, baby. We're not nearly done yet." And his thrusts slowly got deeper and deeper. "You really shouldn't have let me fuck you, baby. Cuz now I don't ever plan on stopping."

Masterlist | Part 2

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instead of you [part eighteen]

pairing: [best friend’s brother] tom holland x college!reader

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, mentions of +sex

word count: 2k

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“Sam and I will take the bunk beds.”

The room was a decent size. It was definitely bigger than Sam’s dad had made it sound. A large window on the back wall flooded the space with natural light and offered a view of the city below. By the door was a small fridge and a countertop with a sink and a couple of burners built in so that guests could cook their own meals. There was a queen sized bed jutting out from the western-facing wall and built into the adjacent wall were two twin-sized bunks, one on top of the other, making the room feel... cozy.

Harry and Tom traded looks with each other.

“Kidding.”

The boys visibly relaxed and chuckled awkwardly.

“If I ever have to share a bed with Tom again it’ll be too soon,” Harry sighed.

“Is that any way to treat your big brother?” Tom scoffed.

“I’m taller than you.”

“For now.”

“The fuck’s that supposed to mean? You’re twenty-five, you’re done growing.”

Tom shrugged. “Yeah, but I could always make you shorter.”

“Oh, what are you going to do, cut my legs off?” Harry challenged.

“I never said that.”

“Jesus Christ guys,” Sam said, finally cutting in. “Can we not threaten each other until we’ve had at least a few hours of sleep?”

“Whatever,” his twin grumbled, kicking off his shoes by the door.

Tom slung his backpack onto the top bunk and pulled his sweatshirt off over his head, exposing a strip of his stomach in the process. You looked away instinctively, hoping that you hadn’t drawn any attention to yourself while doing so.

“You always get the top bunk,” Harry whined.

“Yeah, because I’m older.”

“That’s not fair!”

“My brothers are actually ten years old,” Sam explained to you, raising his voice so that you could hear him over the bickering.

“No, I think ten-year-olds know how to take turns,” you said dismissively, not missing the glares from the other two Hollands.

“You’re right,” Sam agreed. He pushed his hair out of his eyes and sighed. “Reminds me of the family vacations we used to take. The six of us used to share one hotel room when we traveled.”

“Four boys... I don’t know how your mom did it.”

“None of us do.”

“I thought we were going to sleep,” Harry muttered from where he was already laying down on the bottom bunk, clearly irritated.

“Give us a minute to settle in, dude,” Sam shot back before dropping into a whisper. “It’s going to be a long week.”

You shook your head, putting your hands on his shoulders. “Everyone’s just cranky because they’re tired,” you reasoned. “We’ll get some sleep and then grab some food and then maybe they’ll be in a better mood.”

“You don’t know them like I do,” Sam warned.

“That’s true, but won’t they tone it down since I’m here?”

Sam snorted. “Wishful thinking.”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever, I’m going to hop in the shower. I feel gross after being on a plane for so long.”

“I’ll go after you,” Sam replied with a nod. “Let me know if you need anything.”

You thanked him with a kiss under the watchful eyes of his brothers who both groaned in protest.

“Oh, fuck off,” Sam growled against your lips.

“By the way, sharing a bed doesn’t mean you get to mess around because I don’t want to hear that shit.”

“Harry!” Sam and Tom shouted, Tom going as far as throwing a pillow at his younger brother from the top bunk.

“Just being honest! We heard you going at it like rabbits when you had your own room, and I didn’t say anything about it then-”

“Harry.” To your surprise, it was Tom who cut him off, raising another pillow in warning. Thankfully, Harry took the hint that time and shut up, crossing his arms over his chest in annoyance.

You smiled to yourself with the knowledge that your little Easy A stunt had worked, and looked over to see that Sam was wearing a matching smirk. He winked at you before turning to glare at his brothers.

“On that note, I’m going to shower,” you said, mostly to Sam, and made your way over to where you had dropped your suitcase by the door.

You gathered a set of pajamas to change into and then wandered into the bathroom, quietly closing the door behind you. It was one of those rolling doors so you had to be extra careful not to knock it off its hinges or the track and cause even more noise than necessary. You set your change of clothes on the counter next to the sink and began to undress, leaving your worn clothes on the floor.

The shower was kept in a room separate from the room with the sink and vanity, something you had read was common for Japanese washrooms. Inside the second room was a bathtub with a complicated looking panel next to it. With a closer inspection you determined it was used to fill the bath with water and customize the temperature. The showerhead was secured to the wall just to the side of the tub which meant you would have to hold it while you showered, but you didn’t mind. You were used to holding the showerhead for... other reasons.

Your shower was quick. You didn’t want to take too long when you knew other people were waiting for it. You were drained too. Even as you dried yourself off with a towel you could feel your arms start to get heavier.

You wrapped your hair in your towel and put on your pajamas shortly after, trying not to cringe at the way the fabric clung to your still-damp body. Usually you wouldn’t get dressed in the bathroom right after taking a shower because it was always so humid and sticky, you’d go out in the bedroom to do it, but as Sam’s girlfriend the latter wasn’t an option. So you dealt with the discomfort and ventured back into the main room.

It was dark now. Someone, you assumed Sam, had pulled the blackout curtains shut so that the daylight could no longer stream through the window. Harry was already fast asleep, but Tom and Sam were still awake, scrolling through their phones on their respective sides of the room.

Sam was perched on top of your bed, resting comfortably. He wasn’t underneath the covers, probably because he knew you didn’t like to share a bed with someone who hadn’t showered.

He smiled when he saw you and pushed himself up onto his elbows.

“Shower’s all yours,” you said.

“Thanks.”

You watched him rifle through his suitcase for pajamas and then eventually disappear into the bathroom before finally flinging yourself onto the bed. You still needed to take your hair out of the towel and brush your teeth, but you took a moment to just. Lay there.

Tom didn’t acknowledge you, hadn’t so much as looked at you since you came out of the bathroom, but you still found yourself looking over to him.

At the airport he had seemed at least a little concerned that he would have to share a room with you. Even in the cab to the hotel he kept sneaking glances at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention. But now he looked completely relaxed and you were second guessing yourself. Maybe you’d been projecting. Maybe he hadn’t been anxious at all.

You, on the other hand, felt like you hadn’t been able to exhale since Dom had announced that you’d be sharing a room with Sam’s brothers.

It had dawned on you as soon as you stepped into the hotel room that you’d never be able to let your guard down. Before this point you had at least been able to take breaks, retreat to your hotel room with Sam and be yourselves without worrying that one of his family members was around. You hadn’t needed to keep up the act 24/7, but now you had no other choice. It was only for a week, but you knew it was going to be exhausting. You weren’t even sure that your current performance was believable, and that was without all of the more intimate interactions couples had in private. The good night kisses, the cuddling in bed together, falling asleep in each other's arms, the good morning kisses, all things you’d have to take into consideration. Most couples you knew moved in harmony, like they were one person, half of a whole. You and Sam were more like the hands on a clock. You were always moving in the same direction, and once in a while you’d overlap, but more often than not you were facing each other on completely opposite sides of the clock. It was what made you such good friends. Best friends. But what would make you terrible lovers.

To be fair, a lot of people misunderstood your dynamic, which you had been using to your advantage. They assumed that since you were always together you were basically the same person- and they weren’t necessarily wrong. You and Sam spent a majority of your time together. You knew each other well enough to finish each other’s sentences, to voice aloud what the other was thinking before they even said it.

The vibration of your phone next to you disrupted your train of thought. It was a text from Sam.

Can you come here rq? I need help lol.

Confused, you pushed back the covers and stood up. You dropped your phone back on the bed and walked over to the bathroom, keenly aware of the way Tom stiffened in his bed.

You rolled back the door and found Sam standing in his boxers next to the tub.

“What is it?” you asked, shutting the door behind you.

“How did you figure out the shower? I can’t get the water to be hot.”

“This is what you called me in here for?” you said, exasperation dripping from your voice.

“Yes! I don’t want to take a cold shower.” He said it like it should’ve been obvious.

“Did you try messing with the knobs? That’s how I figured it out.”

Sam’s cheeks turned a faint shade of pink as he pursed his lips, thinking about how to answer.

“Not all of them,” he admitted.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Sorry?”

“It’s the one on the left, dumbass,” you said and twisted the knob for him.

“Thanks,” he mumbled sheepishly. “I just didn’t want to fuck up the shower or anything.”

Men, you thought to yourself shaking your head.

“I’m going to bed,” you told him. “Before your brothers think I’m in here giving you head or something.”

“Let them think what they want,” he said, shrugging it off.

“I want to preserve what little amount of respect they have for me, thanks.”

Sam just chuckled and thanked you again as you let yourself out into the room with the sink. While you were there you hung up your wet towel and brushed your teeth with your finger and the toothpaste the hotel provided. You were too lazy to go get your toothbrush out of your bag.

“That was fast.”

You jumped, hand racing to your heart when you realized it was just Tom. He was still in his bed, but had rolled onto one side so that he could talk to you.

“You scared the shit out of me!” you hissed.

“Sorry.” He didn’t sound very sorry. “What did my brother want?”

God damn it, Sam.

“Why do you ask?”

Tom shrugged. “Just wondering.”

“He needed help figuring out the shower,” you explained.

“Glad he has you for that.”

You narrowed your eyes at the boy in the top bunk. He was trying to get under your skin. Why?

The ball was in your court. You could be the bigger person and let it go, or-

“He has me for a lot of things.” You pushed your tongue against your cheek so that there was a visible outline and brought your fist up to your mouth, moving it back and forth subtly so that he’d get the idea without being too obscene. “But you already knew that, didn’t you?"

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Sky colors

Gio's journey in Australia changes its colors when she meets Urban and they connect. 

This story is going to have eight parts like a Netflix show. Many parts are more dialogues than descriptions. It's a mix of enemies to lovers and friends to lovers. Even though it includes Jack and shloob (the only one I thought of lol and I like his personality) it's kind of AU. 

Part 1: Missile

Gio was going for her usual early morning jogging that she kept as a routine even while traveling on vacation with her friends. The sun was faintly rising in the sky and the weather was a cooler than warmer. 

She was leaving the hotel through the swimming pool area when she saw a man with curly blond hair sitting in a random chair with a blunt on and a crying face. He was sobbing quietly but it could be heard from where she was. 

"Hey, are you ok?" she asked standing still where she was. He looked at her with red eyes that she couldn't perceive as from the crying or the marijuana. 

"Yes, everything's fine" he scoffed. She shrugged. 

"May I help you with anything?" she asked politely, realizing it looked like he was having an anxiety crisis. She knew it so well from dealing it herself with such situations. 

"Yeah, by leaving me the fuck alone" he responded raising his voice. Gio took a step back. 

"If you need any help, talk to one hotel employee or call your friends." she replied with a soft voice even with his coldness and impoliteness. 

"I said leave me the fuck alone" he spat, looking at her now and regretting his own words after seeing her face frown. 

"It's ok, just know you're not alone, a'ight?" she finally said and left, putting her airpods on to listen to her usual Running playlist. 

She looked back to see the man rely back on the chair, blunt back to his mouth and smoke in the air. She shrugged and felt horrible for not being able to help him but it wasn't her fault he was there. She just knew what an anxiety attack looked like and felt like, so it was horrible for her. 

She went for her jogging still thinking about the man but focusing on her day to come. She and her girl friends had a day full of things to do and a Jack Harlow concert at night. It wasn't her first Jack Harlow show, she had seen him before but this time it was a big coincidence that he was playing at a festival by the time she was in Australia too. 

The fresh breeze of the ocean calmed her soul. She knew that later the morning, too, she was going to surf the Australian waters, a dream for her. After the accident, it was always a magical moment to surf. Coming back to Australia was a dream after 10 years and even dreamier that she could surf there again. 

When Gio came back to the hotel, she found her friends already awaken. They chatted for a bit and got ready to have breakfast. The three of them - Gio, Paola and Paty - left their room to go to the hotel restaurant. By this time, she had forgotten a little about the man she had seen earlier. She didn't even comment about him with the girls. 

She was wearing a floral dress with a pair of blue sandals. It loosely marked her body but she wasn't interested in that. The girls were wearing the usual: shirts and jeans. Gio was the biggest fan of dresses among them three. 

They were chatting about music while serving themselves breakfast when Gio peeped the man she had seen earlier on the corner of her eye. He was arriving with a bigger group of other boys and two women. She couldn't help but look wider to see where he was going. 

This was when he looked back at her and she let her plate fall on the ground. The whole restaurant looked at her as she started to shake being ashamed of such a childish action. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" she started saying. Her friends helped her and the hotel staff was quick to calm her. 

"It's fine, ma'am, we will clean it up. Would you like any of the workers to help you with your food?" the woman asked but Gio was barely paying attention. She still had eyes locked with the man, who looked at her with softer eyes than earlier. 

"Sure" she simply responded and headed to a table. 

to be continued 

[bisluthq]

I also think it’s their money not her/his money at this point so like

It’s funny that you say that because the other day, when you were talking about Jack smoking, I was thinking about how that one person said that Saoirse asked if they sold cigarettes and Jack went in to buy them. So I was like “oh they each pay for their own stuff” but she probably had just payed for the food for both of them. I understand why someone in a normal relationship wouldn’t pay for their partner’s cigarettes but when you’re that rich I think it would make sense for her to just buy them? Honestly I would probably buy them and tell my partner to Venmo me after, instead of leaving the store, telling them “they do sell cigarettes” and waiting for them to go buy them?

Then I thought about that one story about them teasing each other at what might’ve been a gas station (if I remember correctly) and I think the person said they served him first and they didn’t know he was her boyfriend or didn’t recognize him or whatever. So again, they were paying for their own stuff separately.

The house situation is a bit confusing but it sounds like they lived on an apartment she owned in London and at a house he owned in Edinburgh. They could’ve lived in a house like the one they’re in now all along (I think she owned a pretty expensive house in Ireland at one point) but they didn’t until Jack had enough money to strongly contribute.

I get the vibes that maybe Jack wants to pay his way. Maybe they don’t care as much with meals because one day one of them pays and the next day the other one does, but I get the vibes that he maybe isn’t comfortable living off her money

idk their lives but I don’t think that’s a good way to do it if it is how they’re doing it. My ex and I counted like every penny - we started dating when I lived with my friend of the 45 minute drying sessions - and she and I used to work out what she owed for the apartment and food and I used to work out what I owed for hers (which was always less because my place was nicer and I preferred to be home lol) and then when we moved in together we were very particular about what she owed and what I owed and we still both wound up feeling fucked over in the end. We’re okay now but we literally spent years detangling finances and we’re only proper done this year and not even because we still have the cats and I think she owes towards the cats a bit and she is counting subscriptions she paid for me as reason to not pay and idk it’s messy.

as I said, my current partner is older than me and ergo has more money and a more stable career at this point (we’ve discussed like if he retires and we’re still together it’d change eventually like that does make a difference) so we’ve done it as “our money” since we got serious except for like personal grooming and our insurance and shit like that. I put money into the house renovations but he pays the bond and we pay for groceries and such 70/30 to me and after I went back to work I pay for electricity and water 50/50 and he does pay for more dinners out and stuff and he pays for 90% of our travel (I paid for one weekend away and I buy groceries on travels but he covers flights and hotels) but I’ve said we don’t have to go if he doesn’t want to and I’m not sure I do like I’m happy to cook at home and go up here to his mum’s place for a holiday lol like I don’t fucking need wine country or Europe like I’m not a fussy person but we certainly don’t count who paid for cigarettes. I don’t think the counting is good long term. I may change my mind in another 2 years obviously like fucked if I know what I will think then but to me rn if it’s our house, it’s our money. Yes, I pay less in terms of the bottom line but I pay more in terms of percentage of total income so 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

I wouldn’t be shocked if Jack and Sersh have a similar thing going on.

[theringers]

what he doesn’t know - max verstappen

burnout pt. 2

inspired by what he don’t know by anarbor

a/n: pt 3 probably will be using the same song oops lol

warnings: mention of adult content, touching, etc.

Shit, you thought. Max had gotten you in such a strong trance you had forgotten about the boyfriend you had at home. You felt so incredibly awful, but Max was different. He was so sweet and made you feel unbelievably smart and beautiful. You slipped your phone into your back pocket and continued admiring the skyline. You hadn’t thought about the repercussions of your actions yet, but you were about to. Your boyfriend cared so much about you and trusted you to be a loyal girlfriend when you were away and you completely broke his trust. For a race car driver.

You leaned against the railing with your arms resting on the ledge, letting out a loud sigh.

“You okay?” He asked, putting his arm around you once again.

“I’m okay, just a lot on my mind.” You said. He planted a small kiss on your temple. “This is really helping, though. I love sunsets.” Funny thing is, they were one of your favorite things. Your boyfriend had never offered to take you to see a sunset no matter how many times you had to spell it out. Max did it only hours after meeting, and he had no idea.

“I’m glad you do,” he smiled, his dimples coming out with the grin.

As the colorful sky changed to a dark shade of blue, you made your way back inside. Max grabbed your hanging hand and squeezed it, once. You immediately had a wide grin plastered across your face. Another thing to add to the list. Your grandmother used to do that to you growing up. Every time she grabbed your hand to cross the road or walk down the street, she always squeezed it once, acknowledging you. Sometimes, if you were lucky, she would squeeze it three times, signifying “I love you”. It became your thing. And now apparently it was Max’s too.

“I have a bottle of champagne in my room if you’d want to pop it with me?” He asked and you hesitated. “Or water bottles? I have those too.” You smiled at the sweet gesture.

“I’d love that.” You said. This was wrong, but it was also wrong to deny your connection with Max.

Once you arrived to his hotel room, you shot a quick text to your sister. Room 1801. Will explain later, it read. She had to know where you were, just in case. Always better to be safe.

You sat on the edge of the bed, twiddling your fingers and looking around. The phone dinged with a response from your sister. Penthouse, huh? ;)

You laughed, and set your phone down. She always knew how to lighten the mood. At least she didn’t question you about your morals.

The penthouse was decked out and roomy. His race car driver job must pay him plenty, you thought.

He walked in from a different room. Who knows how many were in this suite. He carried a bottle of Veuve Cliquot in his hands, twisting the metal cap to try and pop the cork.

You were never good at opening champagne bottles — always managing to spill it, overflow bubbles everywhere, or have the cork hit something, or someone, important. Max looked like a pro when he did this.

The cork popped and he poured two drinks into champagne flutes and handed one to you.

You took the glass and smiled at him.

“Cheers to tonight,” he started. “I’m really glad I decided to sit next to you at the bar earlier.”

You smiled at him. “Likewise.” Your glasses clinked together. “Cheers, Max.”

He had put some music on the tv speakers while the two of you continued talking and getting to know each other. You found out that he was born in Belgium and travels a lot for racing. He raced in Formula One, but you weren’t familiar with it. You added it to your list of things to watch when you returned home. Home, shit.

You wished that you could just forget about your life and spend forever in this penthouse with Max. You hadn’t been this happy in a while, and he seemed to be feeling content as well.

You were sat on the king sized bed with your legs outstretched in front of you. He was next to you, lounging on his side and using his elbow for support. His hand rested on your knee. “So, when will I get to see you again?” He asked.

You sighed. “I’m not sure. I leave on Sunday.”

“I have a race in the US in a few months, so I’d love if you could come to that?” He asked. His fingers moved up and down your shin for distraction. His touch was soft and gentle.

“I would like that. And maybe by then, I’ll know more about what you do.” You laughed, as did he.

“You’ve got a good point there.” You felt the tension and electricity in his touch and you wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on yours again.

You let out yet another sigh, nervously. “Max, I have to tell you something.” You shifted uncomfortably under his touch, feeling bad about what you were about to say.

His body stiffened. “Is everything okay?”

He sat up straighter.

“I have a boyfriend at home.” He looked defeated at your words. Because of the past few hours, he was not expecting this.

“What?” His hand still rested on your knee and he continued to run his fingertips down your legs. You shivered at the touch this time around.

“I didn’t mean to not mention it, but I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you. You’re incredible and I don’t want to just lose that.” You couldn’t believe the words you were saying about a man you only met hours before. There was an instant attraction that you couldn’t deny.

Max’s eyes focused on his fingers. “Does he make you feel like this?”

You couldn’t even bring yourself to speak, feeling upset for hurting him. You shook your head no.

His fingertips began to creep up to your thighs. “Dare me to make a move,” he said. His voice sounded tougher than it had all afternoon and evening, despite being visibly upset.

You kept your mouth shut, still unable to admit out loud that you wanted him. His fingertips moved up to your abdomen, tracing circles. You started to lean back, using your elbows for support.

“We can play this dirty game while he’s away.” He said, continuing his motions on your body. “Isn’t that why you came here?”

Max moved closer to you, soft fingers starting to trail further up to your chest. He reached for the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling up on it but looking up to you for permission. You nodded in approval. He left light kisses on your abdomen while he pushed your shirt up further. When he reached your bra, he pulled the shirt over your head and left a kiss on your breastbone.

You leaned down and whispered into his ear, “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

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[apocalypticgargoyle]

YES YOURE DOING REQUESTS!! 💛💛 ILY ILY ILY!! Can I get the "only one bed" trope with Dream, Sap, and George x reader (separately lol) - 🦎

Hi 🦎 anon! Thank you for the request! I hope this is what you wanted :)

summary: uh oh! bed sharing ;)

pairing: Dream x reader, Sapnap x reader, George x reader

warnings: fluff, one or two swear words I think?

links: ao3, main

◦ You’re traveling to visit mutual friends.

◦ Clay was picking you up because you lived near each other.

◦ The two of you never really got along, but when it came to not having to drive, you were willing to let bygones be bygones.

◦ That being said, when Dream finally pulled into a hotel and there was only one bed available your strained car ride tension snapped. 

◦ You both stood, glaring at the double bed in the middle of the dingy motel room and avoiding eye contact at all costs. 

◦ How cliché, you’d think. 

◦ “We’re adults. I think we can share a bed without killing each other, can’t we?” You’d groan, earning a low grumble from him. 

◦ You could practically hear his eye roll. “No, I’ll literally wake up and think ‘today’s the day’ and unremorsefully strangle you.”

◦ You shot a glare in his direction. “You don’t have the brain power to hide my body after that.”

As you sank into one side of the springy mattress, Clay would sigh in frustration before burying himself in the covers beside you; both of you too tired to argue.  Despite the fact that you could practically feel your hair grow you were so exhausted, Dream’s cover hogging and your cold feet would make most of the night hell for the two of you. 

The sun began to pierce through the slits in the blinds, the stripes stinging your eyes and forcing you awake. As dust jumped from light beam to light beam, you groggily began to stretch your body yet stopped short at the feeling of Dream’s warm breath fanning against your shoulder. It was then that you noticed just how encompassed you were in his long limbs as his arms kept you pressed against his chest, locked around you as if you'd float away in the middle of the night. His legs were tangled with yours like sleeping this way had been natural to the two of you.

You froze in the hope that you hadn’t woken him up, but also in utter shock at the fact that he was snuggled up against you so tightly… And that you were enjoying it. The scent of his day old shampoo mixed with whatever foreign laundry detergent the motel was beating into their sheets, made you drowsy once again. Dream’s soft snores came out as whispers against your hair to break the silence of the intimate moment. 

Yet your bubble of calm was popped as his phone alarm began to shrill, jerking him awake and into a sense of panic as he realized his hold on you. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping he’d just slip away from you and you would pretend it never happened. 

But alas, this was Dream you were talking about. “Jesus Christ! What are you doing on my side of the bed, perv!”

◦ Sapnap was moving in with a friend of yours in your area.

◦ The two of you hadn’t really known each other well; you’d met at a party once or twice but that was the extent of it. 

◦ Since you lived nearby, you offered your help while he was moving in. 

◦ Sap had come a day earlier than your friend, so you took it upon yourself to welcome him. 

◦ Most of the day was spent heaving boxes into various parts of their apartment and light chatter

◦ You’d been so engrossed in helping him lift the couch into the correct spot in the living room, you hadn’t noticed how late it had gotten. 

◦ As you mentioned having to leave, Sapnap swatted you off saying it was late enough that you could just crash there.

◦ So, that’s how you found yourself on an air mattress in the center of the floor with him sprawled out in a sleeping bag beside you. 

◦ Only problem was, you were freezing. 

◦ You nudged him with your foot, trying not to startle him too much.

◦ Despite this and you calling his name softly, he didn’t budge. 

◦ You kicked him harder, making him startle awake.

◦ He’d look at you with raised eyebrows as if to ask if you were dying. 

◦ At this point, you were so tired and so cold, you didn’t care what kind of Twilight trope you were giving into. 

◦ “Nick, I’m freezing. Come lay next to me,” you’d request. 

◦ His brows knitted together. “What? NO-” 

◦ “Please, how are you not cold?” You’d nearly beg. 

◦ He’d shake his head and then climb into bed beside you, his warmth a new haven for you. 

The make-shift mattress sinks under Sapnap's weight and you're nearly reluctant to curl up closer to him but as he turns to face you, you can feel his body heat radiating off of him. You shuffle nearer to him and he doesn't pay mind to it. Your teeth were still chattering though, so he huffs slightly and wraps an arm around you, pulling you to his chest. You're enveloped in his warmth almost instantly, your body calming at his touch. "Damn, your feet are like icicles," he chided, sending the two of you into soft laughter. It isn't long before you lose yourself in the sound of his heartbeat. 

“What is going on?” An all too familiar voice broke you out of your dream world, your heavy eyelids struggling to open because of the long night. You snuggled closer against what you had figured was a pillow until you realized the soft material under your touch was Sapnap's hoodie. 

Your eyes snapped open, finding Sapnap sound asleep in your embrace, your roommate looking over the two of you scornfully. “It’s not what it looks like, I promise,” you muttered, reluctantly dislodging yourself from around Sapnap and wincing at the brightness of the room. He groaned and sat up, stretching his own arms and sending you a soft smile, making a blush rush to your cheeks.

“It looks like you’re spooning my roommate,” your friend badgered, heading out of the room with a shake of their head. 

◦ You and George were roommates.

◦ The two of you shared a wall, much like you shared milk and sugar; sparingly but with respect. 

◦ You usually kept to yourself around your shared space, letting him do his thing and you do yours.

◦ Sure, the two of you were friendly here and there, but you were positive he couldn't pick you out of a line-up and vice versa. 

◦ But, all that had been put aside when you began having nightmares.

◦ You'd woken up with a start one night, heart racing and a cold sweat inkling down your back.

◦ Your surroundings seemed foreign to you as you could barely see your hand in front of your face. 

◦ The fear you'd felt moments prior was digging its heels into your subconscious and threatening to make its nest. 

◦ You rolled your eyes in subtle embarrassment as you noticed the small line of light spilling from beneath George's door across the hall from you. 

◦ It was then that you felt yourself move, your mind now set on companionship you weren't entirely sure you needed. 

You knocked softly at his door, regretting the disturbance almost instantly as you heard him climb from his bed. You debated turning back and burying yourself in a book until morning, but as you turned on your heel, his door creaked open. 

George rubbed his eyes with one hand and the other leaned against the threshold. "You okay?" He asked, his voice raspy from being dormant for a few hours. 

You cleared your throat, finding it difficult to form words of your own. "I um- had a nightmare," you mumbled, chewing the inside of your cheek and feeling like a child. 

George's brows furrowed as he looked down at you, the light from his room drawing his long, slender shadow around your feet. "Do you want to come in for a bit?" He asked, as if sensing what you were struggling to ask him. 

His sheets were soft against your skin as you settled into his bed, inches from him. His features seemed softer in the dark as the two of you laid in silence, the only sound being his gentle breathing. He reached for your hand, grasping it gently in his own to send you a small node of understanding. "You can wake me up if it happens again," he whispered, a sense of ease washing over you as you once again felt drowsy. The feeling of safety being near him like this and his hand threading with yours, calmed your quarrelsome mind. 

It was like you had closed your eyes for an instant before the morning sun pulled you from your slumber. George's arm was wrapped protectively around your waist as your hands curled around his own. Your nose was nestled in the crook of his neck as the two of you had unintentionally begun to share a pillow at some point in the night. He slept like the dead, and continued to as you slyly slipped from his grasp and headed into the living room. 

You'd never really spoken about it, but these sessions became next to normalcy for the two of you, sometimes even without the nightmares.