#air bnb au

[bunplushyy]

Cabin In the Woods

Parings: Dark!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ Non-con, Knife play, cutting, blood (just a little bit), pet names (bunny, baby doll, sweetheart, angel), body betrayal, fingering, cunnilingus, hair pulling, daddy kink, chasing, obsessive, stalking, pervy nat, if I'm missing things let me know :)

a/n: hi!!! this is my very first fic, and I really would appreciate it if you left some type of feedback :))) I was really nervous to post this, considering I haven't written a fic in years, but I got bored one day, and here it is!! I hope you guys enjoy it, and maybe I'll turn this fic into an actual AU

Word count: 4.5k

After your long semester and treacherous finals and projects you had to finish, you decided that you wanted to go to an Air BNB to relax and take time off from the real world. You always liked the woods; it was calming, and you and your parents always went on camping trips when you were younger. Getting older, you found escaping to the woods after a long, hard time and reconnecting with nature was very rehabilitating. So, seeing this offer, you decided to pack your bags and go out for a week. 

There was a slight knock on the door. You assumed it might have been Wanda, the lady who let you stay in her lovely cabin. "Hello? Anyone home?" The knocking continued till you got up and answered the door. 

"Oh..thank god someone answered!" A woman who didn't look like Wanda from the pictures in the cabin stood there. She wore a simple tank top with ripped jeans and black boots to finish the look. She had deep red hair that was messily tied up in a bun. She looked like she had a backpack with a camera around her neck; she must have been a hiker. 

"A-are you okay? It's pretty late out.. are you hurt?" Seeing someone out this late was very strange. When you would go out, it was close to sundown, but you always made it back in time before the sun fully set. 

The woman let out a nervous laugh, "I'm fine, I'm not hurt or anything, but um," she trailed off, clutching her camera in her hands.".. Fuck this is so embarrassing..but I'm uh, pretty lost.." her voice trailed off before she decided to muster up the courage to look at you. 

"Listen, I know... I know. I was trying to get some pictures of the area, and the lookout points weren't doing them justice, so I kind of.. Went off the trail. I mean, I did get a few good photos in the process!" she let out a deep sigh, catching the concerned look on your face." sorry, Besides the point. Can you possibly point me in the right direction of the trail?"

 "Well...I haven't been here for a while, but I can help you." You peeked your head outside past her and recollected your memory of the path you would take when you went on your walks before speaking again.

"got it.. Back up the hill, stay to the right of the river.." She smirked, "And there isn't any chance of you walking back with me?" You didn't know the lady, but the kindness in you wanted to go with her to make sure she got back safe, but how would you get back in the dark?

"I'm kidding! Of course not... It's getting dark for a young girl like you to be out this late anyways.." she grabbed onto the straps of her backpack, sighing, "Well... Thank you! I'm sorry for barging into your peaceful weekend; maybe I'll see you and whoever you are here with hiking tomorrow?" You gave a shy nod and told the woman goodnight before closing the door and going to bed. 

The next day, you spent the whole morning and afternoon cooking breakfast and sitting by the river writing in your journal. Since the river was so close to your cabin, you decided it would be nice to hang out there before returning. The weather was nice; some birds were chirping in the distance, the water was calm, and there weren't many people around. 

The sun started to set, so you decided it was time for your walk. It was pretty late; the sun had almost entirely set, but you figured no one would be around, and you wouldn't travel far from the cabin; you went on your journey. The woods at night were more serene; the stars you never get to see because of the city lights lit up your path along with the moon; the woodland creatures were more than likely asleep at night, so the bunnies, deer, and birds you saw while you were at the river were long gone. 

It wasn't before long you heard a crack deep in the forest that made you jump, assuming you were alone. "Oh, it's you!" you heard a familiar voice say before turning towards it. "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to sneak up on you... I mean, it's not hard to spook someone when they are hiking at night." the woman let out a deep laugh before you glared at her for scaring you. 

"Well, I was going on my daily walk... I lost track of time and…what are you doing out here??" You folded your arms, waiting for her reply. "What am I doing out here? More photography..now that I know my way back, I won't get lost if I decide to go out and take some shots of the moon or... Other things.." she leaned against the tree before smiling again, "So, did you get any of your friends to come hiking with you?" You started to look down, but her laugh and deeper voice took you out of your thoughts. 

"Oh… don't tell me you came to that cabin alone... What is a young girl like you doing by herself in a cabin in the woods?"

"I just wanted to take some time off after my semester in school; I assumed no one comes out here, so-" The woman stood up straight; it wasn't until now that you noticed that she was a lot taller and more muscular-looking than you. She had defined muscles along with her shirt, showing off her toned abs. 

"Oh, you are a lot braver than me; I mean, your not worried something happened to you while you were out here; I get it it's pretty remote out here... But Shit can happen, right?"

"Yea… I guess you are right; I just assumed because, on the listing, the lady said people don't come around the area as much, so it would be quiet and peaceful… "You brushed off that she was standing slightly close to you, and you backed away a bit. "Anyways, where's your camera? I'd love to see some of your pictures if you don't mind.." giving her a soft, warm smile, you leaned against the tree. 

"Oh, it's here! I know it doesn't look like much. But I've gotten some really.. Really good photos so far. It takes great close-up shots...We could go back to your cabin and get you out of the dark, and I can show them to you. Only if you want.." she licked her lips before leaning over you against the tree.

"I didn't say this earlier, but you are very pretty. I mean, I could take your pictures too if you want.." The woman's deep voice rattled through your head, and the prominent shyness started to creep up on your face because of how close you were. "Come on! Why do you look so nervous all of a sudden? I mean, you know I've taken photos of you already... what's a few more?"

"You…what?" Your smile quickly turned into a frown, and hearing her laugh only made you feel worse, "It's not like you can stop me, pretty girl.." there was darkness in her eyes that made your body feel cold. You tried too hard to get from her, proving extremely hard because she trapped you between her and the tree. But you managed to get out of the way and make a run for it. 

"You know you only make it worse if you run!!" You paid her no mind instead, running as far as you could. You couldn't run to your cabin because she knew exactly where it was. Maybe the service road could be some help? 

You heard heavy footsteps come after you, but you were determined to get out of the woods. Your breath was ragged, and your running started to slow down; you assumed that you would be more fit to run long distances, but your daily pilates proved you wrong. 

It wasn't long until your arm got pulled, and your body got pressed against the ground. "You can only run so far, bunny.." her breath beating down your neck as you tried to catch yours. 

"Haha... I got you~ awe, bunny, look at those pretty wide eyes, you struggling to catch your breath. I told you there was no use to running; you should have listened to me, darling." she moved a piece of hair behind your ear, now straddling your back, "What really was the plan here? You came out to stay at a cabin alone, you answered the door for a stranger and went out a night completely defenseless. If I didn't know any better, it was like you wanted someone to." She stopped and laughed. She saw the tears roll down your face onto the forest floor. 

"Well... I don't want to spoil the surprise I have planned for you…" she smiled, taking her thumb and wiping your falling tears before she ran that same thumb across her tongue, letting out a guttural moan. 

You just knew you were dead; you watched way too many true crime videos to see what happens to people who are in your situation. You felt her start to bite and kiss the side of your neck, starting to leave a bruise on it, making you whimper in the process. 

"Was that a whimper? What a sweet little bunny..! Do it again.." she returned to a different spot, moaning on your neck, marking you as hers. "I feel you shaking, sweetheart, don't be scared... I'm going to make you feel good.." You started to kick at her, trying to free yourself yet again. 

"Hey.. hey... I can hold you down with one hand and choke you with the other. Do you want me to fuck your pathetic little body on the ground like the little slut you are," she growled in your ear, sending shivers down your body, "or are you going to come back to the cabin with me, like a good little bunny?" she nipped at your ear earning a small yelp from you, "ill.. Come back w-with you please.." you managed to squeak out. 

"Good girl, now come on.." she slowly got off you, still holding onto your arms. "I don't think I need to tell you; what would happen if you try to run again, do I?" You started to get a bit antsy, tears spilling down your face before you heard a flick of a knife that was swiftly held up to your throat. 

"Ah ah ah... Now you are all quiet, aren't you?.. I'm astonished you seemed like a very smart girl; you fell for the lost little hiker act... Such a gullible little bunny.." she chuckled before pushing you to walk. Not before long, you both showed up to the cabin. The knife is still at your neck. Your arms locked tightly in her other hand. 

"Open the door.." your shaky hands unlocked the door, letting you inside. She led you both to a couch in the middle of the room before she sat on it, grabbing your hair and pulling you towards her, making you cry out. "You have such pretty soft hair, bunny.." she let go of it, grabbing your chin and pulling you in for a kiss, instantly dominating your mouth. 

She bit your lip, making you whimper in her lap, making her pull away, now sadistically smiling at you. "Mmm, you like it when I bite your lip, hm? I felt that shiver, sweet girl.. "she let out a deep breath "fuck, I couldn't help myself after seeing you hiking from that lookout point. Your gorgeous ass and thighs in those leggings, your cute little face when you got tried...I got myself off before I got up to where I was. I snapped photo after photo of you while you played in the river and when you went out to journal in your pajamas every morning. But I knew pictures weren't enough, no... I had to have you. I had to be the one that makes you tired, to make you whimper and moan for me. I need to see you... All of you, bunny. Let's get you out of these, hm?" you felt the coldness of her sharp knife press against you, cutting your shirt off along with your sports bra. 

She moaned when she saw your breasts pop out of your bra before dropping the knife and taking them in her hands, teasing you, smiling when you started trembling in her lap. 

"I know you are excited, darling... I am, too.." she ran her palms up your stomach before wrapping them around your neck.

"N-no, please.." she tilted her head before frowning at you, "No? Did you just say no.. to me?" her voice became monotone. She looked like she wasn't happy. 

"Look at me." you didn't. You were too busy in your mind, assuming the worst was about to happen to you until you felt a sharp sting across your cheek. "I said. Look. At. Me." she gritted through her teeth. "You're going to listen to me, bunny? I'm going to get these leggings off, then you're going to go up to that bedroom of yours and lay back on your bed... Do you understand me?" you looked down at the knife in her hand that was dangerously close to your chest. "Look at me. Look at me in the eyes, not the knife, baby.." your eyes slowly met hers. "Good girl.." 

Tears started to pool up again, making her give you a fake pout, "Baby doll, you do not have to cry.. I'm going to make you feel so good. And you're going to make me feel good, too.." you started to sniffle and chose not to say anything else. 

"Now, we are going to walk... And you're going to feel this knife pressed against your throat. If you do anything stupid, you will be sliced open..is that clear?" you nodded, whimpering.

"Say yes, Daddy.." you heard the smile in her voice when she said that. 

"Y-yes, Daddy.." she let out a satisfied hum, "there we go.." You both made your way up to the bedroom, lying on the bed as you were told. "Just like that... Good little bunny!!" smiled, pulling out her camera, "Let me just... capture this moment.." she started taking pictures of you pouting when you began to cry again. "Baby, don't cry! I need you to smile! Let's see that pretty smile, okay?" 

After a few more pictures, she removed her bag, set the camera on the nightstand, and walked over to you. "Hmm, can you do one last thing for me, bunny?.. Give me your wrist." she took your wrist, chaining them to the bed. 

"You can pull off them now, but it won't matter.." she giggled. 

"W-why..?"

She chuckled, "Aren't you the curious bunny.." she smiled, getting close to your face. "Because baby, I'm going to fuck you so good you aren't going to want to go anywhere..not... That'd let you anyway. Now.. open your mouth." 

You looked at her, opening your mouth before she squeezed your face, making you stick your tongue out before spitting on it. "Aht aht.. Don't swallow it, doll. Keep your tongue out nice and pretty for me.." she started to take off her clothes, and you watched as she did, seeing all the scratches you had left from trying to fight back. "seems like you put up a small fight.." she climbed over you, giving you a complete view of her glistening pussy. Seeing how wet she was from this whole interaction didn't even compare to how much you were dripping on the bed. But you were scared shitless. Your body felt otherwise. 

She lowered herself on your face, grabbing your hair and making you moan against her. "Come on, sweetheart, you're going to eat Daddy out, okay? Clean up the mess you've made of me." you absentmindedly started to lap at her clit, earning her deep moans and her pulling your hair even more.

"Mm yea.. Use your pretty little tongue... Fuck.." her head was thrown back, her toned stomach was all you could see. You, too, caught up in her sounds, and she tasted didn't even notice when she reached back and started rubbing your puffy little cunt through your panties with her fingers making you moan against her, sending vibrations thorough out her body.

"Mm, don't stop licking, keep fucking going. Holy Shit… being such an obedient little slut.." she gasped when she felt your wetness seep through your panties. "Such a dirty little girl turned on by getting used like the whore you are. Letting a fucking stranger use your mouth to get off." her breathing got ragged as you got faster and more sloppy with your licks and sucks, making her cum all over your face. 

"Ah ha.. don't you look pretty angel.. Covered in my cum and your drool…I need another picture.." she grabbed the camera off the nightstand again, snapping some pictures. 

"You want to taste yourself, doll?" she moved her fingers up to your mouth, plunging them down your throat, making you gag a bit. "Taste good, doesn't it? I have to get a taste for myself later, but since you've been a good bunny for me, it's time for your reward.

You thought it was your chance to do something. You started squirming, and it made her a tiny bit upset. "Do you think squirming is going to do anything? You can't get away from me… did you forget I have a knife? I don't want to use it on you, but I will if you keep struggling. You're such a pretty girl... My pretty girl and I would hate to mess you up... Let me cut this underwear off, and then I'll put the knife up…" She flicked it open again, causing you to buck your hips as she got close to cutting them off, making her knick your thigh in the process. "See..this happens when you don't listen to daddy.." 

"No- no, please... Stop, please!" your tears started to come back; she shushed you, licking the blood off the knife before straddling your waist. "You can say no all you want, bunny, but it's happening no matter what.." she cut them off, exposing you to the cold air of the cabin, your scent making her moan.

"Look at you, bunny.. you're dripping down to your ass," she ran her softly up your slit before licking it clean, letting out a satisfied moan. You jerked your hips at her noises, making her giggle. "Oh.. you jerked pretty hard there... Does it feel good? I've barely even touched you.."

She got off your waist, looking down over you, "If I were to just... push my fingers into you now, they would slide in so easily. But I'll be nice... Just circle warm you up a bit."

"No! Stop it, please.." you cried out. Your voice was almost gone, and you watched as she rolled her eyes. 

"Here we go again with the no… you're being so stubborn. I think it would just be better for the both of us if I just.." she took your now ripped panties and shoved them into your mouth.

"Shut. You. Up. There.." she had a satisfied smile on her face. "Oh, don't look so terrified... It wasn't like you were going to wear those panties again anyway... Now where was I… right." she smiled, continuing to circle your clit, moaning before sticking two fingers in you and making you scream. 

"Aww, look at you taking two fingers like a good girl; you usually can only fit one in. You brought that new toy with you on your trip but couldn't even fit that. And look at you now, being a big girl, taking two of my fingers so easily." She really has been watching you this whole time. You were sure you closed the curtains... Maybe she had heard you mumbling to yourself about it...

The room was full of sounds from your aching cunt, her deep moans from seeing your pussy grip her fingers, and your cries of pain that soon turned into pleasures. She started to use her thumb to rub your clit. 

"What if I was to add another finger..oh.. Was that a moan, bunny?" she bit her lip before laughing, "Let me hear it again.." she started to move her thumb faster, making you arch your back before pushing down on your stomach and fingering you harder. 

"Oh, I think you're getting closer for me, baby; we can stop, though, for a second.." she pulled her fingers out of you, making you whimper and clinch around nothing, missing her fingers being inside of you. She started to laugh, seeing your face begin to tear up again. 

"Look at you... It's pathetic! First telling me no and now wanting me to finish you off... You're so adorable, bunny.." she went in her bag and got something to put on. When she came back, she had a strap without the toy. She started to look at your bags before taking the brand-new toy you brought and attaching it to it. "It's so cute that you picked out this one... This might be a little too big for you, don't you think?" she was right; you had picked out a toy that was way too big for you. You ultimately chose it because of its appearance; it was a clear and pink silicone toy with little hearts in it. You didn't read the size when you ordered it and ordered a 9-inch. 

"Don't worry, bunny, ill make it fit.." she lined herself up with your entrance rubbing the tip up and down your slick-covered cunt. "You make me so fucking wet bunny... The way you took my pussy in your mouth like a good slut. You were such a good girl, making me feel so good. But now it's my turn to make you feel even better." she slowly pushed herself in, making you moan out, her holding your hips still as you took almost half the cock in you. 

"Mm, look at that.. God, I wish you could see how good your cunt looks stretched around this toy.." She started to rub your clit again, pushing more and more into you before you felt her bottom out into you. "That's a good girl!! See, I knew you could do it.." she started slowly but started to pound you when she felt you loosen up a little bit. Your back was arched as she held your hips, mumbling dirty names in your ear as she fucked you senseless.

"Doesn't it feel good, bunny?" your face was puffy from all the tears you were letting out as she started to kiss them away. She mumbled into your neck, "I know, I know… it's so hard to go slow when you're making cute noises like these. I want you to scream for me... But there is always tomorrow for that angel; you are all mine. I don't have to rush; you didn't think this was the last time we'd do this, did you?" your heart sank as tears rose in your eyes. 

 You whimpered about how the owner of the house would be looking for you, but nothing came out except muffled sounds in between her thrusts. She chuckled and looked down at you.

"Honey, no one is going to look for you. Your mine for the next few days... Maybe even longer. Fuck! You feel so fucking good. I don't think I'll ever let you go.." you were trying your best to stifle your moans, not trying to be loud to let her know you were slightly enjoying her movements. She stroked your face with her hand before cupping your face.

"It's so cute watching you try to be quiet; you can let go for me, bunny... No one is going to hear you. It's okay.." her breath was ragged again, and her thrust became sloppier.

"You're doing so good for me, sweetheart. Sweetheart, let me help you.." she reached into the side table drawer and pulled out a small vibrator, widening your eyes. 'How did she know that was there?' you thought. But you were completely snapped out of it before she unchained one of your hands and put the vibrator in your hand before guiding it to your clit. 

"Oh fuck!! Your clinching so hard around my cock, bunny… I want you to come for me, doll.." she slapped your face, "aht aht I want to see your pretty little eyes, come on now look at me while you cum, come on be a good girl for me.." the tears pricked at your eyes, but they seemed only to egg her on. 

"Mm, does it feel good, angel? Me pounding you with your toy while you have a little vibrator on your clit?" her moans got louder, and so did yours. It wasn't until she removed your hand with the vibrator from your clit you let out the most pornographic moan, squirting on her and the bed as she pulled out of you. 

Your body was spazzing as she unchained you pulling you into her lap and holding you as you came down from your high. She reached over to grab a water bottle from her bag and gave it to you, making you drink it as she smiled down at you. There was a faint buzz from the other nightstand as you tried to catch your breath; the woman reached over to get what seemed to be your phone. She let out a small chuckle before moving the strand of hair out of your face and showing you your phone. 

"Look, bunny, the owner said you don't have to worry about the payment... She said she'd be home shortly... Though I don't think the cameras did you justice, she'd want to see you for herself.." She sat the phone down before laying you back down on the bed. 

"But let's get you cleaned up first. I want my wife to see how adorable you are when you aren't covered in sweat and cum.. Maybe you can show her the pictures when she comes. How does that sound?" 

And with that, she went to run the bath. You weren't going anywhere anytime soon, not that your legs worked anyway. She carried you to the bathtub, settling you in before going downstairs. It wasn't until long before you heard the words, "Oh Nat, she's perfect... Our perfect bunny."

#Luna's fics⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ #Natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha fic #dom!nat #marvel #mcu #natsha romanoff x female reader #marvel fanfiction

[sparemintss]

FUCK U MODERN AU’S UR GHOSTS.

The Captain and the Lieutenant met in the army. They retired from there and live together in a small town.

The Captain works in a small war museum alongside Humphrey who is also the local historian

James is a girl dad to Kitty

Thomas is obviously a writer who ends up trying to place his books into the shelves of the local bookshop

Humphrey is also the owner of said bookshop and keeps telling him to stop doing that.

Michael and Alison rented out a property in the small town from Fanny and turned it into an Air BnB

Mary and Annie run a bakery/cafe

Pat obviously runs the Boy Scouts and if it isn’t the summer, he works at the community centre organizing events for the town.

Robin is a park ranger with a love for the stars :’)

Kitty is an aspiring actress and runs a theatre group. She often goes away from the town for work but always comes back from shows during the weekend or if there is time off

Julian was born in the small town and if he isn’t off being morally bankrupt, he often visits the small town and stays with Robin

EDIT I NEEDED TO ADD MORE THINGS I REMEMBERED.

The Captain almost always watched Kitty preform during her opening days on the theatre. If not opening days, then premiere of a movie, if not a movie then the final day of a production she is in as a surprise :’)

#bbc ghosts #capvers #caphavers #the captain #lieutenant havers #thomas thorne #fanny button #ghosts Mary #ghosts Annie #humphrey bone #mike cooper #julian fawcett #robin the caveman #pat butcher #might actually draw this cuz it’s cute #I like this #kitty higham #ghosts modern au

[arlerts-angel]

—"out of all the apples in the orchard, i'd pick you"

a/n: my submission for @postwarlevi's under the harvest moon collab! ♡ armin x gn!reader go on an apple picking date + mini moodboards! photos are not mine but were edited by me ༘⋆ this is sfw!

contains: armin x gn!reader, established relationship, modern au! reader does not have gendered pronouns and there is no description of reader. nicknames used (beautiful, angel)

"good morning, angel." armin says sleepily, stirring in bed next to you. it's the first weekend of fall, the season you anticipate the most with each passing year. the temperature starts to drop, the leaves change colour, and the farmer's market is open to the public. "good morning, my love." you reply, smiling at him. he rises from the bed to stretch, standing in his pajama pants. his messy blonde hair falls over his eyes.

"i have something planned for us today. the faster we get ready to go, the better." he says sweetly, tussling his hair. "i think you'll like it... i hope so, anyways." he says with a hint of nervousness in his voice. you sit up in bed and extend your arm out to him as a reassuring gesture. "oh, 'min! you know i love and appreciate everything you do for me." you smile lovingly at him. he smiles back and nods.

you finish getting ready for armin's surprise date and meet him at the front door of your apartment. he stands patiently waiting for you, keys in his hand. "you look beautiful, angel. you always do. i'm so lucky that you're mine. all mine." he says to you as you approach him, smiling like a kid in a candy store. "thank you, love. i will always feel the same way about you." you reply as you take his hand in yours.

after a quick car ride to a couple of towns over, you arrive to a open field full of apple trees. the leaves are green, some orange and red like the apples that grow from them. there's people galore congregating and children running around playing tag.

"armin! how'd you find this place?!" you ask excitedly. "luck, i guess?" he replies nonchalantly, chuckling softly. "you mentioned wanting to try apple picking once a few months ago, and i got an ad the other day that this place was opening soon so i booked us a little staycation." he smiles at you.

"you're so thoughtful, 'min." you grab his hands and squeeze lovingly. "thank you. i am so excited! c'mon!! let's go get a basket!" you exclaim, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards a booth at the front entrance of the orchard.

you and armin walk hand-in-hand through aisles and aisles of apple trees; fuji, gala, golden delicious, honeycrisp, and more for what feels like hours. with a full basket of apples, you both decide to call it a day and head to the air bnb he rented for the weekend. "that was so much fun! i can't wait to eat all of these apples! we can do so much with them!" you say happily. "i had a great time. i always do with you, my beautiful angel." he replies, bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing it softly. "you are the apple of my eye, after all." he chuckles to himself. "pun intended."

you nudge him and roll your eyes playfully. "i'm surprised you waited this long to crack some dad jokes." he laughs softly at your comment. "in all seriousness, though, out of all the apples in the orchard, i'd pick you." he smiles and kisses your cheek.

#📝 — mack wrote that #harvestmoonaotcollab #armin arlert x reader fluff #armin arlert imagines #armin arlert au #armin arlert #armin aot #attack on titan #armin x reader #aot imagines #armin x you #aot fluff #snk fluff #shingeki no kyoujin armin #attack on titan fluff

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Hello I was tagged by a lot of people for wip Wednesday thank you @devirnis @rogerzsteven @wildlife4life @rewritetheending @homerforsure @jeeyuns! Now. Are you all going to kill me with hammers if I say that when I sat down this morning to work on literally any of the many wips I have open, I instead wrote a short drabble set in the future of ER nurse Eddie au? Well. Here you go!

Warnings for alcohol and some mostly glossed over nsfw content

Was listening to this song on repeat while writing

"Your sister isn't, like, a secret Olympian is she?"

"Well, if it's secret enough, why would I know? Thank you." That second part Eddie aims at Adriana as she hands him a drink. He assumes she's not the athlete in question. "Why?"

"There's nets a little down the way, I asked if she wanted to play some volleyball and she got, like, this look on her face."

Eddie very carefully tries not to also get a look on his face, and somewhere to his left Adriana stirs the margarita mix a little harder to mask a tiny laugh. "Oh. Well I'm sure that's fine."

Buck smiles at him in a studious sort of way, tongue in the side of his mouth. "Now, I wouldn't be getting tricked in some way, would I?"

"Mm?" Eddie responds, neutrally.

"Or, perhaps, fooled?"

"Hm." He takes a sip of his drink.

Buck steps closer, looming over him, grin growing into something wide and conspiratorial. “Hoodwinked, maybe?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Eddie says, aiming for lofty but landing somewhere around embarrassingly giddy as Buck kisses him once, twice. “No all state varsity girls softball champions in my family. Sophia has never in her life accidentally broken anybody’s arm with how fast her spike is.”

“Jesus,” Buck laughs, puffs of air against Eddie’s skin. “You’re just gonna let me go out there and face possible bodily harm?”

“Her aim has improved.”

He laughs, and pulls Eddie in for another kiss. There's sand in Buck's hair, but there aren't many places sand isn't in this Air BNB up the coast with a backyard that opens right onto the dunes. They'd only got there yesterday and already the grit is under Eddie's nails, dragged across his skin, in his clothes and bedsheets. It’s an abrasive sort of dirtiness that Eddie doesn’t really mind, he feels like he’ll come home at the end of the weekend scrubbed clean by it, but he’d wondered, worried, that being so close to the beach for so long might make old fears rise up in Chris or Buck. They’d both tossed themselves right into the waves with the cousins all day long, though, and had gone out to do so again today, and it was only very late at night that Buck admitted in a whisper that it’s not the feeling of the water or the sand, but the endless roar of the tide when the rest of the world was quiet that left him feeling helpless and awake. Eddie had reached out for his hand, and they’d fucked slowly and silently, surrounded by thin walls in a house full of people, and the heady thrill of restraint had his hands and legs and everything shaking by the time he’d come. Buck — and Eddie is not not smug about this — had slept soundly the rest of the night.

Anyway. They kiss in the kitchen until Adriana stirs the pitcher with even louder, more pointed clanging. Buck pulls back first. “You wanna come play on my team?”

“No,” Eddie says, making a face that has Buck laughing again. “I’m staying in the shade and drinking margaritas.” He clanks the ice around his beverage in demonstration.

“Great plan,” Buck says, stealing a small sip. Eddie feels like he should say something about sobriety and childcare, but they’re on vacation and Sophia is out there and responsibly dry even if she may or may not be planning sports related manslaughter.

“I’ll meet you out there later.”

“Okay,” Bucks says, kissing his cheek. “I was a lifeguard for a few weeks once, so if you get really drunk and fall in the sea I’ll come fish you out.”

“My hero,” Eddie salutes him with the glass. Buck is several feet away into the sand when Eddie blinks and calls out. “Hey- wait, Buck! Wait!” Eddie grabs the sunscreen off the counter and follows a few feet off the porch. “Mi vida, wait,” he laughs the words as Buck skids to a clumsy turn and stumbles back to him. Eddie holds up the sunscreen. “Come on, don’t get lobstered, I won’t rub aloe on you later.”

Buck takes the bottle and applies a quick but generous layer. “I think you would,” he says quietly, voice and mouth curved all sly.

“Mm,” Eddie says again, neutrally, making steady eye contact as he accepts the bottle back and takes a sip of his drink slow enough that the alcohol burns in his mouth. Buck lets out one last huff of a laugh, kisses his cheek again, and marches off towards certain doom.

Eddie retreats back into the shade, with the drinks.

Adriana, at the counter, is staring at him.

“What?” Eddie absolutely does not hide behind his glass.

“Mi vida?” She asks, face tipped more towards surprised than teasing. “So it’s serious.”

Fuck. Eddie regrets saying it in front of someone who understands the words. Not the language but the context, what it might mean for Eddie to admit to thinking of a relationship in that way. Someone who knew him, during Shannon and the mess that came after, and after again. Someone who knows him, knows what a fearful man he grew into, knows the protective armor he forges out of carefully kept distance. Eddie was never good at commitment, and has learned to be perpetually frightened of the word forever because he's become intimately familiar with how quickly it can be ripped away. Mi vida, my life. It's terribly revealing. What a promise, what an act of trust. Buck, my life. He'd said it so easily, and staring back at his youngest sister now he doesn't think he can convincingly deny any conclusions she's drawing.

So. "Yes," he says, finishing his drink and holding out the glass for another. "I… it's serious." Gulp, gulp. “He… it’s serious.”

She nods, eyebrows raised all the way up, sipping her own drink. “I mean, clearly you’re all over each other, but I thought it was because he’s, like, tall and hot-“

“Ugh.”

“But like…” her glass tips towards him, liquid dangerously close to spilling. “You’re for real. Are you going to marry this man?”

Jesus. “Jesus, Ri.” Christ. Eddie finishes this drink, too. “I don’t- I don’t know. I can’t even think about that. I don’t know.”

“Okay, well, not marriage then,” she waves one hand to brush away the concept, while the other hand pours him another drink. “But like… You love him.”

Yes. He does, down to his bones he does, all consuming in a way he sometimes forgets to be scared of because it’s Buck, who makes it easy. He loves him, and has loved him, probably, he’ll admit it because of the two margaritas, since he was a stranger that once held his hand who’d pulled his son from a tsunami. It’s only been a year since they’d shared a cigarette and gone home together, but Eddie hardly needed any of that time to know the terrifying scale of this, the you’re it for me of it. He’d known, probably, two margaritas, since that first morning in the same bed. “I love him.”

It comes out awful and whispery and it makes Adriana move around the bar to wrap her arms around him. He leans his head on hers, lets himself be comforted in a way he wouldn’t have in his father’s house when they were young and there wasn’t really space for them to be friends around the roles of protector and protected they’d been slotted into. She smells like sunscreen and salt and limes, and is lovely and warm.

“You seem a lot happier,” she says quietly into his shoulder. “We- I don’t know. I was worried about you.” She leans back, knocks his arm with her knuckles. “So far away.” He doesn’t think she’s talking about the distance between California and Texas. “But he makes you, like… happy and goofy. It’s been a long time.”

He doesn’t point out that they’re on vacation, and it’s summer, and it isn’t always like this; that sometimes their sharp edges fit together wrong and there's a lot of horrible grinding sounds until they align again. But. "He makes me feel safe."

Her eyes glisten a little at the implication that a lot of the time he doesn't. "I'm glad you found each other."

Eddie smiles, genuinely, despite the circumstances of the finding. "Me too."

She knocks back her drink. "Are you going to tell mom and dad?"

"God." He scrubs a hand over his face, and then back through his hair for good measure. A year ago the answer had been a firm no. Texas was far away, he could live a whole life out here exactly as he wanted it and answer to no one. But Buck and Pepa go to bridge, now, and Buck is here on this Diaz Siblings trip when no other partners are because his sisters wanted to meet him, and the cousins all adore him, and Texas is far away but it's where Isabel lives now and Eddie knows- hopes- knows that she would love him, too. And he's taught himself fear for so long that he can't imagine it going any way but badly, but maybe he owes Ramon and Helena the chance to see his whole life and be happy for him, with him. "Maybe. I think… yeah, maybe."

She hugs him again, tight, and then puts her hands on her hips. "You know you still have us as backup. We won't let them be shitty."

He laughs. "I don't know if you can let them do anything."

"Mm," she says, moving to fill her glass again. "Me and Sophia are in possession of more grandchildren than you, that's a lot of leverage."

"Hey, I have Chris, quality over quantity," he grins and then dodges the drops of margarita she flicks at him.

"Fucker. Offer rescinded, I won't forbid them from seeing the kids if they don't immediately put up a pride flag."

He snorts, but he can feel his smile twisting sideways. "Adriana. I don't want you to fuck up your relationship with them for me."

"You think you have exclusive rights to childhood trauma in the Diaz family?" She shrugs, takes a drink, and then shrugs again a little sadder. "It's… it can be easier to stand up for someone else."

He takes a steadying breath against the regret of only being there for his sisters in some ways and not others, and nods, and holds a hand across the bar for her to take. "Here's to ruining Christmas," he says, glass in the air. They drink.

"You wanna go watch your boy get destroyed in the fine arena of weirdly competitive vacation volleyball?" She asks, setting her empty glass down.

He sets his next to hers, and contemplates just how clumsily he's about to go stumbling across the sand from all that rapidly digested tequila. "Sure." Buck will be too busy fighting for his life out there to notice him looking foolish. Though, and he can blame the sappy smile on the third margarita, he thinks Buck would still, always, catch him if he fell. “It’s so sad that I’ll have to tell them that I had a boyfriend who tragically died because Sophia spiked him into the earth’s core.”

She laughs, and they hook their arms together, and walk out into the sun.

#my writing #tag games #wip Wednesday #er nurse Eddie au

[kendo413]

Wenclair prompts

The Addams family decides to set their home up as an Air bnb. The Sinclairs are the first family to actually book the residence, but they get spooked and bolt in the night. What fun!

Unfortunately they forgot their daughter in their haste to leave, so the Addams just keep her as one of their own. It's vexing for Wednesday, if only because after a few months she starts to develop... feelings, for her not-sister. Very inconvenient. To day the least.

Dead like me au prompt

No matter how much Wednesday tells her they aren't doing the actual killing, it's just not sinking in. She's having a tough time accepting the fact that she's dead, much less that she now has to harvest souls as a grim reaper.

It probably doesn't help that her (incredibly cute) mentor seems to fully embrace her job as a reaper. Wednesday has apparently been able to cross over for decades now but keeps ignoring her afterlife, or so Yoko tells her. Compared to Wednesday, Enid is only going to keep being a disappointment for the rest of her afterlife, too.

#fanfiction prompt #wednesday #wednesday and enid #wenclair #wednesday addams

[bbygirl-in-lace]

Why are you so down?

I just feel insanely lonely at the moment. It kind of hit me like a wave a few days ago. My thesis has been stressing me out a lot. It just ended up being way more work than i thought to finish this. And my work as an Au Pair is very tiring atm. And the job I was looking to get in London after graduating seems like its not going to happen for me anytime soon. I'll probably have to wait for 6 months or maybe 12. Which really sucks. And since I can only be in the UK for 6 months a year as a European citizen, and I've already spent 3 months here and 4 by the time I can leave this Au Pair family in early May, I'll eventually have to leave this country and find something to do to pass some time I guess. So I won't be able to find another Au Pair job here or anything. Because I wouldnt want to fully max out these 2 months I have left in case I'll have some job interviews here in fall or whenever. And I couldn't afford staying here for a few more weeks without an Au Pair family cause even air bnb rooms are comparatively pricey in this city.

And all I want is to be in London really. To continue making friends and going on dates.

[brick-a-doodle-do]

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PLEASE NO PROMPTS WITH THE INTENTION OF HAVING ME WRITE THEM! I WILL SHARE IDEAS BUT NOT WRITE FOR THE TIME BEING!

my turn !!

(nqviiez -> brick-a-doodle-do)

[ my ao3 // taglist request // spotify ]

/// i am brick. a very sentient brick. perhaps an ickadodo even. she/her pronouns with no label on my sexuality (prolly aromantic) !! i also write. a lot. but despite this it is very hard for me to be able to finish a full fic. i have a creative mind and a piss-poor attention span and the two do not mix ,,,,,

dream smp is my bitch. love it. and mix it with some g/t and vore? sprinkle it with angst? my cup of tea! if you don't like any of that, you're still welcome here but just be mindful of my interests! i will also write occasionally for ghoulboys (bfu & watcher), oc stuff (my ocs and others), and albert/flamingo !

pretty fluid with the people that interact with me, but if you are a nsfw-specific account dni as i am a minor :) also basic criteria such as people supporting racism, homophobia, etc., please dni!

also fyi please tag me in things you want me to see! my tumblr notifications are off and usually i only go blog-surfing every once in a while and rely on my dash so i don't get notified for a lot of stuff until quite a bit later! :)

NOW, into the funner stuff! (lots under cut)

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big aus !! (my favorites, in no particular order)

tiny workers ;; tagged #tiny workers au

what is it?: an au set in a size-difference themed theme park, where it explores the interactions between the borrower staff members and the surrounding humans who's in it?: the au focuses around sbi and dtqk most often, but the entirety of the dream smp + other ccs and people are featured! have i written for this?: yes! chapter one, x, x any worldbuilding?: yes! so much! the masterpost is here

wilbur chocolate ;; tagged #wilbur chocolate au

what is it?: an au where tommy, a human, is living in new york for the month on vacation and buys a bag of wilbur chocolates. to his surprise, when he opens it, he finds a tiny wilbur! who's in it?: the au focuses on crimeboys but will eventually introduce emduo! have i written for this?: yes! part 1, part 2, and part 3 any worldbuilding?: masterpost!

vengeance in the night ;; tagged #vengeance in the night au

what is it?: a g/t batman au with h!techno as batman/bruce, t!phil as alfred, g!tommy as robin/dick and a lot more! who's in it?: focuses on emduo + tommy most often, but it branches off to more! have i written for this?: not yet! any worldbuilding?: yes! masterpost

supersecrets ;; tagged #supersecrets au

what is it?: a non-plot heavy crack au where t!tubbo becomes friends with t!ranboo and h!tommy, who live in an air-bnb for people with superpowers who's in it?: focuses on benchtrio + sbi! butcher army + niki and some others are also featured! have i written for this?: nope! any worldbuilding?: some,,,, x

crashed ;; tagged #crashed au

what is it?: an au where as a child, t!ranboo's plane crashed onto an island. luckily, they survived. but they were the only survivor. a decade later, finally, he's met with t!tubbo and t!tommy as they crash their boat into a rock near the island and are also now trapped who's in it?: benchtrio centric! have i written for this?: nope! tis in the works :) any worldbuilding?: x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x

something's brewing ;; tagged #something's brewing au, #curiosity killed the cat

what is it?: an au where an over-curious tommy stumbles into the house of a giant wilbur, who immediately captures him into a jar. who's in it?: crimeboys centric. that will change. have i written for this?: yes! i, ii, iii, iv, v, vi (vore) + voreshot any worldbuilding?: nop!

other aus !!

school floors

pixie dust and mischief

four way street

let me take you out

unnamed horror au

in dreams he came

deliberately accusatory

unnamed crime au

seekers

overprotective tendencies

self sabotage

unnamed terrarium

unnamed botanist au

unnamed flamingo/god au

spy au

unnamed royal au

there beneath

unnamed archeology au

adopted wilbur

company and repairs

connected

a place for me

fics !! (unmentioned ones)

oneshots !

company and repairs i ;; t!tallerduo, g!bedrockbros company and repairs ii ;; t!tallerduo, g!bedrockbros

ghosts are better than humans ;; t!tommy, g!ghostbur ;; a gift

2022 summer exchange ;; t!george, t!karlnapity, g!dream ;; a gift

spy au: unofficial prologue ;; t!george, g!dream ;; ⚠️ vore

i'll run away and hide with you ;; t!tommy, g!phil

never fucking again ;; t!tommy, g!sapnap

oh george~ ;; t!george, g!dream ;; ⚠️ vore

meeting boo ;; t!tubbo, g!ranboo

don't fall ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; not my au/fanfiction of fanfiction

the act of making noise (i) ;; t!tommy, t!techno, g!ranboo, g!wilbur

heavy is the head that gets no sleep ;; t!tommy, g!dream ;; ⚠️ vore

mere monstrosity ;; t!shane, g!ryan

2022 secret santa ;; t!sam, g/mg!dream ;; a gift

hush ;; sizeshifter!tommy, g!wilbur, implied g!phil

still the wild winds blow ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; ⚠️ vore

we will abide ;; t!karlity, g!sapnap ;; ⚠️ vore

feeble disguise ;; t!clingyduo, g!ranboo ;; ⚠️ vore

would you be so kind? ;; t!tommy, g!ghostbur

joy ride ;; t!wilbur, g!quackity, g!schlatt

off switch ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; not my au!

april prompt ;; t!tommy, no defined g!

shroud, you...savior? ;; t!wilbur, g!tommy ;; rewritten/updated fic

close the windows, lock the doors ;; t!ghostboo, g!tubbo

you live life above me ;; t!sapnap, g!dream ;; short prompt series!

blinded by imperfect form ;; t!tommy, g!techno ;; short prompts series!

i'll be unclean, i'll be obscene ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; short prompt series!

don't talk so much ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; short prompt series! ;; tiny workers au

days of which you can't make me hate ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; tiny workers au

but the smoke clears when you're around ;; t!techno, g!dream

the feeling comes so quickly ;; t!ranboo, g!techno, (brief) g!wilbur

my fingers pressed until they're sore ;; t!dream, g!sapnap ;; short prompt series!

and though it's no improvement ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; ⚠️ vore

agony drips from me ;; t!micheal, t!tubbo, g!ranboo ;; ⚠️ vore

digestion ;; t!george, g!dream ;; short prompt series

every day's a test ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; short prompt series/april prompts

you're stuck in the web ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; ⚠️ vore

submitted through other blogs !

shroud, you...savior? ;; t!wilbur, g!tommy

the little things: written ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; not my au

unnamed ;; t!karl, g!sapnap ;; ⚠️ vore

unnamed ;; t!tubbo, g!ranboo ;; ⚠️ vore

other stuff !!

my art !

tightrope ;; t!wilbur, no defined g!

hamster wheel ;; t!wilbur, implied g!tommy

au hint ;; implied t!george, implied g!dream ;; barely art

paperclips from 1970 doodle ;; t!george, implied g!dream

more pf1970 doodles ;; t!george, implied g!dream

tw!tommy doodle ;; t!tommy

tinies & fruit ;; t!tommy, t!quackity, t!wilbur, implied g!tommy

fic scene ;; t!tommy, implied g!wilbur ;; fic link

broodles ;; implied t!ranboo, unmentioned t!tommy and g!wilbur, personal lore implied g!quackity and t!wilbur

irza attempt ;; not my au!

hittin' a jig ;; t!tommy, implied g!wilbur

sleeping (they hate each other) ;; t!tommy, g!techno

unwilling prey + nomf ;; t!techno, g!dream ;; ⚠️ implied/eventual vore

grabbing ;; t!dream, implied g!wilbur

homemade sweaters ;; t!quackity, t!niki, t!sapnap, t!george, t!ponk, t!tommy, t!sam, t!wilbur, g!dream

logsted painting

fanart ! (if i am missing any PLEASE tell me pspspsps)

company and repairs scene ;; t!tallerduo, g!bedrockbros ;; (@.oh-i-need-a-name)

curiositybur ;; t!wilbur, implied g!tommy ;; (@.local-squishmallow)

fic-turned-comic ;; t!karl, g!sapnap ;; ⚠️ vore ;; (@.local-squishmallow)

close the windows fanart ;; t!ghostboo, g!tubbo ;; (@.justarandomsloth)

more ctwltd fanart ;; t!ghostboo, g!tubbo ;; (@.justarandomsloth)

tiny workers fanart ;; t!tommy, no defined g! (@.justarandomsloth)

c!brick fanart ;; (@.da3dm) ;; + additional accessory

more c!brick fanart ;; (@.beckyu)

pixie dust and mischief fanart ;; t!tommy (@.smiles-for-anon)

my secret santa 2023! ;; g!wilbur, t!tommy (x-monochrome-x)

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,,,,,,,, i also have a family. i remember puzzle (parent), becky (sister? mother i see on weekends?), 3d and orchid (niblings) but i lost track of everyone else. bear with me </3

have a brick for making it to the bottom 🧱

and let's have a memorial for my other two masterposts that i both rage-deleted :D

#masterpost #mw #mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #dream smp g/t

[lesoreillesouvertes]

Une après-midi à Détroit ⚡️

Je croyais que les doubles portes d’entrée étaient composées d’une porte et d’une moustiquaire ou grille. Mais en fait, la grille est vitrée et c’est un deuxième rempart au bruit et au froid ! C’eat même sur cette porte qu’il y a la serrure à code ^^

J’ai découvert il y a quelques mois, the Underground Railroad (grâce a une série encore). C’est le chemin de fuite emprunté par les esclaves du sud des Etats-Unis vers le nord et les états libres. Le vocabulaire utilisé pour rester discret était celui du transport en train, les personnes en fuite « voyageurs » ou « bagages », les endroits avec des complices pour les cacher : des « stations » et les gens qui les aidaient des « conducteurs ». Detroit était la dernière ville étasunienne de ce voyage avec pour nos de code « Midnight » ou « minuit ». Le Michigan étant un état libre ne reconnaissant pas l’esclavage, ça a été une destination privilégiée pour les africains américains. Detroit est toujours là où l’une des ville avec la plus grand proportion d’habitants africains américains. Et en tant que voyageuse, je sens une plus grande équité sociale entre noirs et blancs ici. À Chicago, il y a vraiment fort cette différence de classe social selon la couleur de peau.

En 1987, a été mis en service un mini métro aérien qui tourne en boucle autour de downtown et offre une vue sympa sur certains bâtiments et places. Il est automatique, on peut se mettre à la place du volant !

Karen qui a proposé de m’héberger sur Couchsurfing mais qui en fait à plusieurs maisons dans la ville dont 2 en auberge/Air BNB m’a invité à dîner chez elle pour me faire visiter son immense maison dans un quartier très bourgeois ! Au coin de sa rue, vit Meg White des White Stripes et elle est fan d’Halloween. Son jardin est parfait !

Et j’ai eu le droit à un parfait dîner américain en famille : gratin de mac’n’cheese, kale poêlé à l’ail, ribs à la sauce barbecue, biscuit maison et des cookies maison aussi, avant de visiter la maison puis rentrer papoter avec mes colocs.

(Ici ce ne sont que des photos de mon téléphone. Je vais partager un stock de plus belle qualité très bientôt, de Chicago à Détroit !)

#travel #Detroit #michigan #usa #loveamerica #couchsurfing #visiting #holidays #dîner américain #Meg White s Yard

[fettereise]

Ganz was Anderes: Neuseeland! (29.11.-9.12.)

Am Auckland Airport treten wir vor die Tür und werden von 15 Grad und frischer Luft empfangen. Nach 4 Monaten tropischer Hitze fühlt sich das unglaublich und krass erfrischend an! Aber auch kalt, und mir kommen erste Zweifel, ob wir genug warme Klamotten dabei haben...

Wir fahren mit einem Bus und einer Bahn zu unserem Air BnB am Rand von Auckland. Unser Zimmer hier kühlt nachts richtig runter, und das erste Mal seit einem Vierteljahr frieren wir. Am nächsten Tag erkunden wir etwas die Stadt und haben einen nicht so guten ersten Eindruck von den Leuten (eine junge Frau mit Wutanfällen tritt gegen ein Polizeiauto, eine andere Frau legt sich mit unserer Busfahrerin an und wird von dieser aus dem Bus geschmissen). Die Stadt hat jetzt auch nichts Besonderes, finden wir, aber es ist schön, mal wieder gute Schokolade im Supermarkt zu finden (Whittaker's heißt die hier, und die ist so krass lecker).

Am 30.11. holen wir in der Nähe unseres Air BnBs unseren Mietvan ab. Wir sind misstrauisch, da wir von Deutschland aus mehrere Angebote eingeholt hatten und dieses mit Abstand am günstigsten war - wir befürchten eine olle Kaschemme auf (rostigen) Rädern mit 300.000km auf dem Buckel...

Tatsächlich haben wir aber richtig Glück. Nicht nur, dass wir rein zufällig Automatik bekommen (obwohl wir dafür nicht extra zahlen wollten und es deshalb nicht gebucht haben), sondern das Auto ist mit Baujahr 2014 auch noch relativ jung. Zwar hat es schon 170.000km runter, aber alles funktioniert einwandfrei, und es fährt sich auch gut. Hinter den Vordersitzen ist ein Holzgestell mit allerlei Stauraum eingebaut, darauf liegen mehrere Kissen, die das Gestell vollständig bedecken und mit Laken drauf zu einer großen Schlaffläche werden. Im Kofferraum ist eine Konstruktion mit mehreren Fächern eingebaut, die alles beinhalten, was wir zum Kochen und Essen brauchen, außerdem haben wir eine Spüle, einen Frischwassertank und einen Abwassertank und sogar ein mobiles Klo (was wir bis jetzt noch nicht benutzt haben und wohl auch nicht benutzen werden), sodass wir alle Selbsterhaltungssysteme an Bord haben und damit auf allen Stellplätzen in Neuseeland übernachten dürfen. Außerdem an Bord sind drei Campingstühle und ein Campingtisch.

Nachdem uns alle Funktionen vom Camper erklärt wurden, fahren wir los, 200m bis zum nächsten Supermarkt. Der Linksverkehr ist sehr ungewohnt, aber Torben meistert das super. Hier beladen wir das Auto mit Grundnahrungsmitteln, Spüli usw. Und dann kann das Abenteuer auch schon losgehen!

Zuerst zieht es uns von Auckland aus die Ostküste hoch nach Norden. Auf dem Weg liegen die wirklich schönen Whangerei Falls, wo wir rund um die Wasserfälle einen schönen kleinen Spaziergang machen können. Die erste Nacht stehen wir auf dem Grundstück eines Pärchens, das wir mittels einer Stellplatz-App gefunden haben - die Frau ist Deutsche und der Liebe wegen ausgewandert. Wir werden dicke Freunde mit den zwei Hunden und nehmen von unser Gastgeberin viele tolle Tipps entgegen.

Danach fahren wir in den Shakespeare Regionalpark und wandern dort dreieinhalb Stunden eine ganz tolle Strecke - da der Park ein riesiges eingezäuntes Schutzgebiet für gefährdete Vogelarten ist, muss man sich beim Reingehen extra an einer Putz- und Waschstation die Schuhe reinigen, um keine Schädlinge einzutragen. Unser Wanderweg führt uns auf einen Aussichtspunkt, wo wir über Hügel und unzählige Schafe einen tollen Blick bis über das Meer haben, und schließlich den Berg hinunter zum Meer, wo wir quasi alleine sind und auch baden gehen. Herrlich!

Den Tipps unserer ersten Gastgeberin folgend fahren wir am nördlichsten Zipfel der Nordinsel in die Bucht Spirits Bay - dafür müssen wir (nach einigen Stunden Fahrt) am Ende noch 16km abenteuerliche Schotterpiste hinter uns bringen. Dafür stehen wir hier auf einem riesigen Platz ziemlich einsam inmitten spektakulärer Natur 50m vom Strand entfernt, die uns locker für das Plumpsklo entschädigt, das mindestens genauso weit riecht, und in dieser Umgebung schmecken Bratkartoffeln vom Gaskocher gleich doppelt so gut.

Die nächsten Tage fahren wir weiter nach Norden und Westen, in den großen Sanddünen mieten wir uns ein Boogie Board und surfen damit die Sanddünen runter - der Weg die hohen Dünen hoch ist nicht nur sau anstrengend, die Rutscherei ist durch den einsetzenden Regen auch eine riesige Sauerei, macht aber mega Spaß. Wir fahren die Westküste wieder runter Richtung Auckland, besichtigen den 90 Mile Beach, den man eigentlich mit dem Auto befahren kann, was wir aber angesichts des Wetters (arschkalt, dichter Nebel, Nieselregen) und der tiefen Furchen mit unserem dicken Van lieber nicht machen. Überhaupt begegnet uns momentan ziemlich viel Regen und erstaunlich kalte Temperaturen, nachts wird es nah an die Null Grad, deutlich kälter, als wir erwartet haben - da müssen einige Schichten übereinander angezogen werden!

Vom 90 Mile Beach aus fahren wir die ganze Strecke bis westlich von Auckland in einem Stück wieder runter, da wir in der Nähe zu einem festen Datum eine Tour gebucht haben und, wie sich jetzt herausstellt, für den Norden etwas zu wenig Zeit eingeplant haben. Das liegt nicht zuletzt auch an den anspruchsvollen Straßen - eng, kurvig, wildes Rauf und Runter, viele Schlaglöcher und nicht gekennzeichnete Schadstellen, und trotzdem rasen die Einheimischen wie die Verrückten und kleben uns ständig hinten am Auto, obwohl wir alle vorlassen, wo wir können. Das haben wir definitiv nicht erwartet. Einmal werden wir von einem Einheimischen überholt, der dabei wild hupt, und sein Beifahrer lehnt sich aus dem Fenster, zeigt uns den Mittelfinger und beleidigt uns lautstark brüllend. Da hat wohl jemand einen ganz schlechten Tag!

Westlich von Auckland, direkt am Wasser in einem der vielen Nationalparks, verbringen wir nach einem zu langen Tag im Auto das erste Mal eine Nacht an einer Stelle, wo man eigentlich nicht stehen darf, aber wir haben Glück und werden nicht erwischt (dafür drohen saftige Geldstrafen). Morgens werden wir von Parkmitarbeitern geweckt, die den Rasenmäher anschmeißen, und fahren schnell los, bevor es Ärger gibt. Auf dem weiteren Weg kassieren wir dann auch den ersten Steinschlag auf der Scheibe (passiert laut Resi hier wohl ständig) und haben deswegen unseren ersten Kontakt mit NZ Roadside Assistance, quasi der hiesige ADAC. Die sind glücklicherweise super nett und der Schaden muss erstmal nicht behoben werden.

Die besagte gebuchte Tour ist ein Rundgang durch das Filmset von den Herr der Ringe und Hobbit-Filmen. Die Tickets sind nicht ganz günstig, lohnen sich aber allemal! Es ist einfach unglaublich, was für eine Kulisse die Filmmacher hier erschaffen haben, und wie diese durch viele Anekdoten der Guides noch weiterlebt und auch noch weiter entwickelt wird. Insbesondere die detailliert ausgebauten Hobbithöhlen (Hobbits sind die kleinen Bewohner des Auenlandes, für alle Laien hier, und definitv keine (!) Zwerge), die man begehen kann, sind super beeindruckend und lassen uns richtig an der Geschichte der Filmreihen teilhaben.

Von dort geht's weiter nach Westen, zurück an die Küste. Wir stehen eine Nacht in Raglan, einem kleinen Surferstädtchen am schwarzen Ngarunui Beach, und verbringen eine Nacht im Hakea Retreat, einem kleinen Rückzugsort mitten im Wald, wo es die saubersten und coolsten Komposttoiletten ever gibt (Torben nennt es hier das Hippie-Camp). Abgesehen davon ist es himmlisch ruhig, man kann eine der vielen Ziegen streicheln und die Enten folgen uns auf Schritt und Tritt. Auf Empfehlung eines der Hippies machen wir eine "schöne Rundwanderung" um das Camp, die 20-40 Minuten dauern soll, sich aber als einstündige Schlacht durch den Busch ohne Buschmesser herausstellt und nach der wir unsere (von Brennesseln geplagten) Beine gründlich nach Zecken absuchen (und keine finden).

Da die Highlights hier nah aneinander gereiht sind, fahren wir als Nächstes nach Waitomo und machen hier eine Tour durch die Glühwürmchen-Höhlen. Dafür werden wir mit Neoprenausrüstung, Helm mit Lampe und Gummistiefeln ausgestattet und klettern dann durch einen engen Schacht 7m tief in eine dunkle Höhle. Hier wandern, klettern, rutschen, schwimmen und kriechen (!) wir die nächsten zweieinhalb Stunden durch ein riesiges Höhlensystem, durch das ein Fluss fließt, teils mit Licht, teils im Dunkeln. Richtig dunkel ist es gar nicht, denn die tausend Glühwürmchen (die eigentlich übrigens kannibalistische Maden sind) erleuchten die Höhlen und sehen manchmal aus wie eine kleine Milchstraße. An zwei Stellen legen wir uns in große Gummiringe und gleiten im Dunkeln lautlos durch das (übrigens arschkalte) Wasser des Flusses, der durch die Höhlen fließt. An einigen Stellen müssen wir uns durch Engstellen schieben und meine Klaustrophobie fordert mich echt heraus, aber der Abenteurersinn überwiegt dann doch.

Nach der Tour stehen wir eine Nacht bei Christine, genauer gesagt auf der Auffahrt ihres riesen Grundstücks. Auch Christine haben wir über eine App gefunden. Hier gibt es Pferde, Ponys, Alpakas, Enten, Katzen, Hunde... Und Strom für unsere elektrischen Geräte, ein sauberes Bad sowie einen netten Schnack mit unserer Gastgeberin. Diese ist seit dem Tod ihres Mannes alleine hier und sucht bewusst den Kontakt zu Campern, weil sie gerne deren Abenteuer- und Reisegeschichten hört. Mir macht der Austausch mit ihr viel Spaß, sie erzählt mir jede Menge über ihre (größtenteils geretteten und adoptierten) Tiere. Überhaupt sind die allermeisten Neuseeländer sehr nett zu uns, neugierig und aufgeschlossen und sehr entspannt. Allerdings muss man hinzufügen, dass die meisten Camper-Reisende Touristen sind, und am häufigsten sogar Deutsche.

Am nächsten Tag geht's weiter nach New Plymouth, wo wir Organisatorisches erledigen müssen: Einkaufen, Tanken, Wäsche waschen. Wir parken vor einem Privatgrundstück und werden beim Sortieren unserer Wäsche von den Inhabern angesprochen, einem jüngeren Paar. Nach ein bisschen Austausch bieten sie uns an, über Weihnachten eine Woche in ihrem Haus zu wohnen, damit jemand in ihrer Abwesenheit ihre Katze füttert... Verrückt und sehr sympathisch!

Nachdem alle Aufgaben erledigt sind und wir noch mega lecker Burger essen waren, fahren wir weiter in den Egmont Nationalpark und parken gegen 18 Uhr am Fuß des Mount Taranaki, den wir morgen besteigen wollen... Ob das wohl klappt?

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Costube AU - Supercorp

After Kara and Lena become friends, they do a collab series where they arrange to go to a destination together for a long weekend and trade styles.

Not only do they have to wear each other's styles, they have to first MAKE each other's styles. In the process they have to research each other's respective eras, and they share that process in the weeks before they travel, sharing the info they find with their audiences.

Then they do the bulk of their sewing while facetiming each other. Kara tries to stumble her way through making a corset, and more than once has to call out a question to Lena, who provides the answer without breaking her concentration-- which is very intense.

Kara would have thought her style would be easy for Lena, but more than once she hears a groan or a curse as Lena realizes she's either a) done something wrong or b) made something way more complicated than it needed to be. But Lena looks so cute when she has her nose buried in a sewing maching, her face half hidden behind large eyeglasses.

Likewise Lena gets a kick out of listening to Kara singing to herself as she cuts patterns, and muttering to her boning to 'just stay there!' She breaks into a belly laugh when Kara ultimately groans and glares at her with a 'I hate you' when the corset goes badly.

They do the finishing touches together in their air bnb, handsewing either in front of a cozy fire or out on the balcony, depending on the season. It's quiet and intimate, punctuated only by the quiet prick of needles in fabric and the draw of thread pulling through fabric.

The morning of the official swap-- to be enjoyed out on the town, complete with montage footage and instagram photos both separate and together-- Lena emerges from her bedroom in trousers and vest, complete with Kara's trademark braid crown and a newsboy hat. She looks jaunty and uncharacteristically casual.

Kara's jaw drops, and it takes a long moment for her to think to close.

Lena notices that Kara's Gibson Girl hairdo is starting to sag, so she bids Kara to turn around so she can help pin up the bun more securely.

On camera, they comment on each other's construction and patterning, and overall execution. They also reflect on what they like and dislike about the style they're wearing. (Kara likes the swish of the long skirt, and the posture the corset gives her; Lena dislikes wearing pants, but admits that she isn't uncomfortable in them.)

Overall, they both agree that either way, they both prefer the style on the other person more. They then go into detail about the staples of their styles and how tos of the makeup and hair they do for themselves.

In and among all this official content are snippets of them just enjoying themselves, including sharing bites of meals and giggling together on scenic streets and pelting each other with popcorn during a movie night (both in their respective nightwear).

It drives the fans nuts with speculation.

#supercorp #costube au #sewtube au

[georgiapeach30513]

About boys trip, im thinking all of them😂 Ransom, Steve, Jake, Bucky, Sam, Ari, Curtis, and Frank, Beck, James, Carter, Blade, Chris, Owin, Beau, Joshu, like alll offf theeem. Ransom and his Qs to Curtis hut also him and his bestie Steve. Ransom bickering with Jake, frank opening up a littlel, beau and carter talking about tani man Ad Burd-dee, owin recalling to beck that he will always protect Aster and does not care beck is her moonman, joshua giving guys psychological speech, and Ari and Chris just being them😂 you know the famous Drysdale craziness

Oh this is going to be a HOT mess! So there will probably divergents of all these conversation or groups. So we have got Ransom, Beck, James, Blade, Carter, Chris, Steve, Joshua, Bucky, Sam, Jake, Ari, Curtis, Owin, Beau, Frank...this is going to be a BIG ass Air BnB they're staying in....

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Beebs and Butts

Summary: no good can come of this

Pairings: a lot

Rating: 😂

Warnings: language, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.5K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

The Boys Are Back in Town Masterlist

“Whose idea was this?” Ransom asks as soon as he walks through the door. The caravan of the younger men hadn’t quite made it to the cabin, and Ransom is just confused. “No good can come of this. They will know.”

“Know what?” Steve asks looking around the large house. “What is there to know?”

“Gee, I don’t know Steven,” Ransom answers sarcastically. “Maybe that you and Bucky have shared his wife. Maybe that we have had a foursome with our wives. Do you remember how that shit got started?”

“You took some edibles and was drinking, you got horny and you mentioned how I was tied up and watched you and Kitten. And you wanted to see Steve’s face when he got to see her?” Jake pipes up, speaking rapidly.

While Bucky and Sam laugh Owin runs down the hallway with his dads. “You did WHAT with Mrs. D?”

“Make it stop. I haven’t had edibles or alcohol,” Ransom’s voice groans while Ari just nods his head at him.

“Nice. Thankfully Frank, Beau, and your son aren’t here,” Curtis responds. “I’m glad you,” counts on his fingers the amount of people involved in Ransom’s shenanigans. “Six? Yeah, the six of you worked things out. It’s good for you.”

“Nothing good can come of this. I’ve got four son-in-laws coming, all of which have children with my daughters. I know how men get when they’re drunk. I am that man.”

“Mr. D, at least they won’t be cumming…eh?” Owin tries to make a joke elbowing at Ransom’s arm.

“You realize that your sister’s husbands will be here, too?” Owin’s face falls flat. “And Beck, and Joshua.”

“What does my son have anything to do with anything?”

“Bucky,” Steve taps him on the shoulder. “Your son…Aster…” he gestures his hands around. “Like, he’s my son-in-law but how do you think he became an expert in couples and sex.”

“That is my daughter!”

“Well…they were friends. She wanted Owin and Joshua to be her Man of Honors,” he turns to glare at Owin who holds his hands up.

“Hey, uh uh, me and Az kissed. She vomited and said my pee pee would be too big and hurt her. And she didn’t want to see it. She has, but she had no desire to see it sexually. It’s different.”

“I’m going to bed. Wake me up when this is over.”

“Ransom Drysdale, you will enjoy yourself.”

“This is going to be hilarious.”

“This is going to be chaos. I agree with the man.”

“Tell me about yours and my wife’s relationship!”

“No!” “Ugh!” “Why does he always ask that?” “Curtis you need to just tell the man.” “Why does it matter?”

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“Why are you and Beau so close?” Joshua asks Beau. A few had went outside to sit around the bonfire. And he had spent a ton of time watching Beau and Blade. “Aren’t you and Harry like ride or dies?”

“Harry has two wives. He’s a busy man.”

“I am. I really am,” he gives Joshua a big smile, but he only cocks up an eyebrow.

“You didn’t answer the first question.”

“We’re not in a session,” Beau starts to speak but Blade just holds his hand in front of him, halting him immediately.

“Interesting,” Joshua’s hand rubs over his chin and he gives them a devious smile. “Do you always follow orders Beau?”

“What?” Harry starts laughing and leans forward. “What is this? Did Blade find a way to be married and still be a whore?”

“Blade would you consider yourself to be a whore?”

“Would you, Joshie? You know, I did model my college years after you.”

“How so?”

Blade normally would never dare speak any of this. Blade normally is sober, and most people leave his bedroom life alone. “Well, I had a few best friends.”

“Don’t talk about my wives.”

“Two of them gave me a sexual awakening. Told me not to be pining after some girl who cheated on me. Taught me how to treat women in times of intense sex.”

“You’re talking about my wives!”

“Another, she couldn’t stay away. The only one beside my own wife to see my penthouse bedroom. Now this sweet little girl if I recall wanted to know everything about different types of sex. She had a crush on a psychiatrist that specialized in sex therapy, and she worried she wouldn’t be good enough for him.”

“You’ve moved on to his wife,” Harry groans, but he can’t believe the show. His eyes darting between him and Joshua, and even a few looks to Beau who just snickers.

“We taught each other so much. I respect the woman. She loves sex, and she wanted to show me. Taught her how to give the best blow jobs. How to ride dick.”

“Ehh,” Joshua shrugs. “Her blow job wasn’t great. I had to help her out a bit,” Blade’s face only falls. “I get it, you were young. I’m still lost on modeling the college years like me.”

“You had that one friend that you had the best sex ever, until you met your wife.”

“Man…Az, she needed me. She liked douche bags, and look what she got. The perfect moon man for her neurotic self.”

“Man,” Blade slaps his leg. “I can’t even try to be mad at you. You’re like Joshua fucking Barnes. I mean, you’re no James Rogers but girls fled to you! They wanted whatever you were dishing out. I wanted to impress James. I wanted to be you.”

“Yep, that’s creepy. Come by for a session, I can teach you some things about pleasuring your wife,” he goes to stand up, extending a hand to Blade, and his head flicks towards Beau, “His, too. Have a nice evening gentleman.”

“How the fuck did he know that?”

“You couldn’t keep a straight face,” Blade looks back at Joshua and then to Beau, “He just insulted me twice. I pleasure both our wives.”

“And I just lay there like a dead fish. Thanks.”

“Wow…this is amazing,” Harry nods his head. “I have…”

“Shut your mouth! I don’t want to hear anything about my sisters.”

“I’m waiting on Iris.”

“You’re never getting my wife!” James cackles from the porch. “That is property of James Carter Rogers.”

“It’s weird that him and Carter have the same name and they’re best friends,” Harry goes to lean back, nursing his beer more. “What’s up with that.”

“His egg donor is a narcissist, and her maiden name was Carter.”

“Oh…okay, that makes more sense.”

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Frank throws a horse shoe at the post, and reaches over to grab his beer. Jake can’t help but stand there and watch him. “Quit staring.”

“How come…I mean…I don’t even know.”

“I don’t like the crowds. I tend to keep to myself.”

“That’s not…you’re a good dad,” Frank turns and looks at him odd. “You love Iris still. Great with her kids. You created a life with a new woman, and you’re son has never got into trouble. How come you didn’t have more?” Frank only shrugs. “I didn’t enjoy splitting my time. One was enough. Plus Ye…she’s crazy. She needs my time.”

“Uh…Beau…and then I had Mary, and Iris came about every other weekend, and uh…yeah. But thanks…I think.”

“Frank! You and the puppy, let’s play some poker. Ransom and Steve had some edibles!” Ari looks outside to see his baby brother. Ari never tells him enough how proud he is of him. “Come on, this’ll be funny.”

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“Don’t do it.”

“You don’t do it. Take your hand off that phone.”

“You first.”

“But I really want to,” Carter pouts at his best friend. The two had already got a good buzz, and his finger hovers over his wife’s name in his phone. “I always FaceTime her when I’m out of town.”

“How do you do it?” James looks at his phone, tapping on it to see a family photo of them.

“I gotta go to the bathroom,” Carter goes to stand but James pulls him down and both men start hysterically laughing.

“Where were you going?”

“The bathroom,” Carter starts giggling uncontrollably, “I gotta go.”

“Why?” James screams out. His hands pleading for an answer.

“I wanna see her titties.”

“That escalated.”

“You asked how I did it. Phone sex.”

“Ransom!” Chris screams. “Carter is trying to have phone sex with your baby.”

“Oh like you’re innocent. You’ve got pictures of Lucy’s genitals in your shop,” Carter and James high five each other and Chris is now the one laughing.

“That is pictures of my art.”

“Story’s pussy is my rose petals,” he smirks and pounds his head on the table. It takes a moment too long for James to catch it, and then he starts screaming laughing.

“That picture behind your desk! I thought it looked…”

“Familiar?”

“I’ve never seen her pussy. Her tits yes, but a kid is always sucking on it. She’s like my sister. But…that picture of the rose is Story’s pussy?” Carter nods, throwing his head back and laughing. “Behind your desk? Who painted it?”

Carter points at his chest and tries to calm down to tell him more but he struggles. “There’s one in the vault that has her fingers in it.”

“You win. I’ve got a tattoo shop. You’ve got a…her spread pussy you turned into a rose and just popped it behind your desk. Wow. Genius. Amazing. Beck! How do you deal?”

Beck just shrugs. “You mean you didn’t do anything on the space ship?”

“I had pictures.”

“I gotta go.”

“If you go, then I gotta go. And, no go,” James shakes his head at Carter, “We’re stronger than this.”

“You may be, but I’m not. I’ve never gone to sleep without her. I gotta go.”

“Pussy whipped!” James screams after him.

“Every last one of us are pussy whipped,” Joshua walks past slapping his hand on the table. “Alla us. Not one of us better. But I ain’t even mad. Your father-in-law is laid out on the pool table tripping. He’s talking to Curtis.”

“Yeah, I’m good. I gotta call Ris.”

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“Why won’t you tell me?” Ransom whines staring up at the ceiling. He twists his head over to look at Curtis who lays beside him on the pool table and the rest of the men just are dying laughing in the room. “I’m too old for this shit. The room is spinning. If I sit up I’m gonna vomit.”

“You throw up on me, I hit you.”

“Don’t change the subject.”

“You changed it.”

“Were. You. Her. Dom?”

Curtis’ eyes clench closed and he starts laughing. “Why. Does. It. Matter?”

“Just blink if you were,” Ransom slings his head over with a groan, “I knew it! What did she call you?”

“You’ve been married for over forty years. Why do you need to know this?”

“Morbid curiosity. You were there for her when I couldn’t be, man. And that’s my woman. I’m her baby. And she pets me. I like her titties,” Curtis is now the one turning to look at Ransom with his eyes wide. “We have a good, safe, sexy as hell, sex life. Still jumping on the bed. Still making her cream herself. I’ve had her stuffed…”

“Ransom!” Steve yells. “Shut your mouth. That mouth gets you in trouble, and I don’t have a Kitten titty to put in it.”

“I do love her tits. Were you her Dom?”

“Oh. My. God!” Frank screams walking down the stairs. “I was going to bed, now there’s a bonding of Ransom and Curtis. Yes. He was her Dom. Geeze. Gotta listen to this shit for decades. Just fucking tell him.”

“I was her Dom. Ari help me up.”

“Wait…wait a damn minute,” Ransom sits up on the pool table and looks at the two men. His eyes blinking slowly, “Your husband is here. Ain’t none of us with our…Steven! TJ and Sammy are here together. Ari and Curtis get separated and so does TJ and Sammy if I have to be without Kitten everyone else is gonna be without their person. Carter and James just…poof.”

“They’re going to take a ragging from the rest of the young pack,” Steve sighs. “They’ve been FaceTiming their wives.”

“Curtis! Let’s go to bed buddy, I claim you, so we can talk,” Curtis groans, and pulls Ari in for a kiss. “That Little Princess will get pissed. Cut it out. Imma tell her you two wouldn’t quit touching.”

“No!” Both men shout. “She’ll cut our balls off.”

“Good.”

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“Where the fuck is Harry?” Blade asks sitting up on the couch. He looks at the counter of all the alcohol and sighs. “Who gave him Hennessy? Dammit. I’ve gotta find his sorry ass. He can’t hold it. I know that’s what happened.”

“I need someone to snuggle with. Any takers? Someone who gets nice and cold?” Owin looks around the room and not one person volunteers. “Fuck you all. Sammy boy! Let’s go.”

“I didn’t volunteer.”

“Didn’t ask. Your mine tonight. You are not allowed with TJ. Maybe he should go with Carter and James,” TJ groans. “What?”

“Carter is making a special call to Story. As many times as I’ve seen her tits, I have no desire anymore.”

“I thought you were gay.”

“Yeah. So? Made out with her a few times. Showered with her. Pretended to be her boyfriend. You know gay bestie shit. So no need to see her perfect tits.”

“They are nice,” everyone turns and looks at Joshua. “What? Emy said if she gets implants she wants them to look like Story’s, she agrees. Damn, anyone can see she’s got great tits.”

“Has your dad said something about her tits?” TJ beams at Joshua. Settling down to look at him.

“I guess. Maybe. I don’t know.”

“Ree is gonna love this! Other than Carter, your dad…her crush.”

“Yeah,” Owin settles down beside Joshua, “nobody has better lips than Emy.”

“If you like big big tits…Lo. Geeze, I can see what attracted Blade to her.”

“Az has great legs.”

“And Iris’s ass. Man…there’s some hot women in this group. Eva’s arms. I’d let that bicep choke me.”

“Christopher! That is my sister.”

“Lucy’s talked about her need for that too. I just grab harder to her hips. And pound into her.”

“Lucy’s hips,” Sammy straightens up when Chris scowls at him “Bisexual. I’ve always…well you know.”

“You dreamed about fucking my wife? And you never did?

“She’s just a kid.”

“Pft…I’m older. I’m surprised that chihuahua didn’t catch on to that.”

“I touched her boobs though. She caught me staring. I just want to lay on them.”

“They are nice beebs.”

“Shut up!” Blade huffs walking back in with a passed out Harry. “Everyone to bed. No more beeb and butt talk. None.”

Masterlist

#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate verse #da au #da au request #dau #the boys are back in town #ransom drysdale #blade drysdale #chris drysdale #james rogers #carter baizen #chris beck #steve rogers #joshua barnes #bucky barnes #sam wilson #jake jensen #ari levinson #curtis everett #owin everett levinson x kitten drysdale #beau adler #frank adler

[sandra-entdeckt-die-welt]

Christchurch 31.12.22

Der dutch Guy will mir unbedingt noch tschüss sagen, also mache ich mich so auf 10 Uhr auf den Weg zur Küche. Es wird noch ein wenig geredet (zum Glück mit Nina, Sina, Ralf). Die sehr unangenehmen Annäherungsversuche ignoriere ich einfach und verabschiede mich höflich und bin froh, als er weg ist. Gemeinsam mit den anderen sitze ich ewig am Frühstückstisch und versuche eine Unterkunft für Hawaii zu finden... Eine Mamutsaufgabe, die ungefähr so aussah... "Oh ein Air bnb für 60 Dollar... Oh nein... Das ist ein Zelt..."

Ich verzweifle und werde etwas aggressiv, was die anderen sehr amüsiert... Die Mädels geben mit einen sehr leckeren Keks, sodass ich weinend in den Keks beißen kann während ich (haltet euch fest) 900 Dollar für 9 Nächte in einem Vierbettzimmer buche...

Naja egal, ich buche immerhin ein paar Nächte und bin nun nur noch vom 06. Bis 10.01. obdachlos. Wuhuu

Ralf empfiehlt mir einfach ein paar Zeitungen zu kaufen, für die Parkbank. Und ja ich bin wirklich kurz vor einem Nervenzusammenbruch.

Als ich dann vor lauter Nervenzusammenbruch Mal für einen klaren Durchblick sorgen will und meine Brille Versuche zu putzen, bricht sie mir einfach entzwei.... Whaaaat????

Und Kontaktlinsen bekommt man hier auch nicht so einfach im DM wie in Deutschland. Also wird hektisch ein Optiker aufgesucht um vor Ort festzustellen, dass sie meine Brille nicht reparieren können. Kontaktlinsen aushändigen dürfen sie auch nicht, weil das illegal wäre... Zum Glück ist der Optiker ein Herzblatt, er sagt für 30 $ kann ich einen Optikertermin buchen. Er schaut mein Auge an und gibt mir Probekontaktlinsen die er dann auf meinem Auge überprüft. Ich könnte ihn abknutschen... So stehe ich nach einer halben Stunde vor der Tür und sehe endlich wieder etwas und bin so erleichtert. Auch Mal spannend ein Augentest auf Englisch zu machen. Haha vorallem weil ich ja bei der englischen Betonung im Alphabet manchmal Probleme habe 🤣

Nach dem ganzen Stress, gönne ich mir einen Lippenstift und eine Lidschattenpalette. Wuhuuu es ist Silvester heute, endlich Mal wieder richtig aufbrezeln.

Gemeinsam mit den anderen sitze ich im Hostel, wir trinken und machen uns fertig. Ich finde ich sehe heute einfach super gut aus und der Wein, den ich bei der Weinverkostung gekauft habe unterstützt mein Selbstbewusstsein zusätzlich haha. Da die anderen aber noch nicht in die Stadt wollen, beschließe ich, sie zu verlassen und mich David (einem aus dem Hostel in Franz Josef) anzuschließen. Also laufe ich 30 Minuten durch Christchurch und genieße diese Freiheit. Ich liebe es, einfach das zu machen was ich will. Im Hostel war es mir zu langweilig also gehe ich zu den Jungs... Das ist Freiheit... Mit dem wissen, wenn das scheiße wird, gehe ich wieder zurück oder schließe mich einer anderen Gruppe an.

Die Jungs sind schon ganz schön betrunken aber es ist super witzig. Wir Freunden uns mit einer Kiwi Familie an und haben einen Heidenspaß. Um 2 Uhr ist die Party vorbei und wir gehen in Davids Appartement, suchen dann noch eine Bar auf um festzustellen, wir kommen nicht mehr rein... Hier schließt einfach alles um 2 Uhr oder spätestens um 3 Uhr... Feuerwerk gibt es auch nicht. Das ist alles ganz schön seltsam 🤣

Zurück im Apartment reden wir noch sehr viel bis der Kiwi Guy müde wird. Wir stellen fest, dass mein Hostel bei ihm um die Ecke ist. Also machen wir uns gemeinsam auf den Heimweg...

Natürlich mache ich mir Gedanken, ob es eine gute Idee ist mit zwei fremden Kerlen in ein Apartment zu gehen und das ist es was mich traurig macht. Das sind zwei soooo nette Kerls und dennoch hat ein Teil von mir Angst, es könnte etwas passieren. Ich wünschte ich könnte diese Angst einfach abschütteln. Einfach ignorieren, dass man als Frau immer und überall in Gefahr sein kann... Ich wünschte ich könnte vertrauen und meinem Bauchgefühl mehr zutrauen.

Um meinen Standpunkt klarzumachen rede ich auf dem Weg zum Hostel von dem einen Tänzer der mich einfach so versucht hat zu küssen ohne flirten ohne Zeichen ohne nichts... Und der Kiwi Guy rafft es, er sagt: "keine sorge ich will dich nicht versuchen zu küssen, aber ich würde dich gerne umarmen" und so gehe ich beruhigt ins Bett und bin Happy, da ich denke mit jeder Person, die sich richtig verhält kommt vielleicht mein Vertrauen in die Männer wieder zurück. Ein geiler Abend geht zu Ende und ein neues Jahr voller Abenteuer, Erlebnisse, Herausforderungen, Spaß und Freude liegt vor mir.

In diesem Sinne. Ein frohes neues Jahr.🥳

[jamiroquai-sundae]

Here’s another story about the wildly popular Tiny Houses craze.

Lisa Tranter and Matt Hobbs live in the Blue Mountains just outside of Sydney, Australia. They Aussies claim they spent approximately $62K AUS/$90K USD to build and furnish their Tiny House and had to do some of the building work themselves in order to keep costs down. If they hadn’t, they estimate the total end cost could have totalled about 1/3 more. They found it challenging to find a lender that would mortgage their property for them. This meant they had to save and have all the money they needed up front in order to budget and successfully build their Timy House.

Lisa states that “It’s a beautiful and modern space but small!” She says they must consistently keep their home clean and uncluttered otherwise it starts to feel smaller. They are both very conscientious about everything they want to purchase. If they don’t absolutely need it, they don’t purchase it. Managing their space is the number one priority.

So what are your thoughts? Are Tiny Houses the way to the future to solve the world’s housing crisis? Or another they just another fad that will come and go? They look like they would make the perfect Air BnB or “glamping” (glamourus camping) get away.

I’m not sure I could liver like this on a permanent full-time basis. I’m too much of a clutter bug (partner says boarder-line hoarder) 😂 Plus I love all my worldly treasures. Everything has a story. This sounds like another story for another day. 😊

#tiny houses #Australia #Blue Mountains #fad #Housing Crisis #happiness #Clutter #minimalist style #neat spaces #shipping container home #home sweet home #no doors #wilderness living #glamming #Sydney #nature #world

[trevuorzegras]

━╋ FINDING HER WAY

⏜ˑ 🐇 actress au part three 𓋜 ⋆ ࣪

౨ৎ . . all works for this series will be under the #his greatest mistake au tag. for any random thoughts, or asks it will be under the #cassidy morgan au tag!

fem actress!oc x quinn hughes

mentions of fem actress!oc x jacob elordi

faceclaim: beabadoobee

find the series masterlist, here!

cas_morgan

cas_morgan: pov a bunch of HOCKEY boys drag you to an air bnb on the beach to “spend quality time with their bestfriend” (i barely know half of them, please save me) (also there’s random college hockey players here???) 🐚☀️🌊

tagged: lhughes_06, jackhughes, trevorzegras, jamie.drysdale, _alexturcotte, edwards.75, markestapa, rutgermcgroarty, luca.fantilli

liked by dominicfike, sukiwaterhouse, and other

user1: she looks so much happier

↳ cas_morgan: i am!

↳ user2: i’m glad you’re doing better cas_morgan

user3: i love her friendship with trevor and his friends, it’s so cute 😭😭

lhughes_06: my moms going to be mad i saw you and she didn’t cas

↳ cas_morgan: brb flying to michigan to see mama hughes as we speak!

↳ user4: how long have you known the hughes brothers? how do you know ellen? cas_morgan

↳ cas_morgan: not long, like two years maybe, but i met ellen at one of the devils games, and we’ve kept in touch! user4

user5: i wonder how jacob feels now that he see’s her thriving without his bummy ass 🤔

↳ user6: i hope he’s miserable 🗣️🗣️

↳ user7: PERIOD! user6

user8: SO BEAUTIFUL CAS

liked by cas_morgan

user9: where’s quinn? ):

↳ cas_morgan: he’s stuck in c*nada

↳ user10: FOUL LMFAO cas_morgan

user11: cas being a canada hater while being a canucks fan is so funny 😭😭

↳ user12: normalize separating the team from the country or state 🗣️

↳ cas_morgan: see you get it user12

trevorzegras: IVE MISSED MY SUPERSTAR

↳ cas_morgan: i’ve missed you too trev 🥹

user13: trevor & cassidy>

liked by cas_morgan, trevorzegras, and others

_quinnhughes: sorry i couldn’t make it

↳ cas_morgan: next time!

↳ _quinnhughes: definitely cas_morgan

user14: im glad cas is happier though, seeing how badly she was treated was actually so shitty

↳ trevorzegras: 🗣️🗣️💯

sukiwaterhouse: have fun sweet girl!

↳ cas_morgan: i will mama!

↳ user15: “mama” im not crying YOU ARE 😭 cas_morgan

user16: she met the umich boys LMFAO

↳ cas_morgan: luke said and i quote “you’d get along with them, especially ethan, i won’t explain why, you’ll understand when you meet him.” turns out he said we’d get along because we’re CONFIDENT!!!

↳ lhughes_06: no. it’s cause you’re full of yourselves cas_morgan

↳ edwards.75: CONFIDENT!!!! 🔥🔥🔥💯💯 lhughes_06

edwards.75: luke hates us cause he AINT US 🦅

↳ cas_morgan: YOU TELL EM ETH! 🗣️🗣️

user18: her and ethan are a DANGEROUS DUO why would luke let them meet oh my GOD

↳ lhughes_06: mistakes WERE made.

user19: i love these pictures so much

user20: where’s the bathing suit from?

↳ cas_morgan: i have no clue i’m so sorry, trevor got it for me a few months ago 🥹

↳ trevorzegras: user20 got it custom made from a girl on etsy (?)

dominicfike: hope you’re having fun c 🙏🏽

↳ cas_morgan: i am! ☺️

sydney_sweeney: i miss you love bug!

↳ cas_morgan: i miss you more honey ☹️

user21: i love seeing that she’s still friends with the euphoria cast, it makes my day

user22: i love that the euphoria cast cut jacob off 🫡

↳ dominicfike: shady cheaters get treated as such

user23: beautiful girl 🫶🏼

user24: when’s your next project?

↳ cas_morgan: 🤫🤫

jackhughes: it was great to see you cassie

↳ cas_morgan: like wise rowdy!

↳ jackhughes: you’re never letting that go are ya? cas_morgan

↳ cas_morgan: nope! thanks lhughes_06 for the information 🫡 jackhughes

↳ lhughes_06: glad to be of service 🙏🏻 cas_morgan

user25: AWE SHE CALLS JACK ROWDY

user26: gonna miss these kinds of posts when she’s alone again ):

↳ user27: real

markestapa: next stop: bringing you to umich and getting you to go to a frat party 👀

↳ cas_morgan: absolutely!!! not!!! you’ll NEVER see me stepping foot on a college campus AGAIN

↳ markestapa: worth a shot 🤷 cas_morgan

rutgermcgroarty: my girlfriend was upset i got to meet you before she did

↳ cas_morgan: she was so cute on the ft call 😭

user28: SHE TALKED TO RUTS GIRLFRIEND?

↳ user29: that’s so cute?? 😭😭

luca.fantilli: my brother yelled at me for not getting an invite ☹️

↳ cas_morgan: my apologies adamfantilli

↳ adamfantilli: all is forgiven, cassidy cas_morgan

↳ luca.fantilli: OH SO SHE GETS FORGIVENESS BUT NOT YOUR OWN BROTHER? adamfantilli

↳ adamfantilli: SUCK IT UP luca.fatilli

user30: she got the fantilli brothers fighting in her comments LMFAOO 😭😭

_alexturcotte: everyone say thank you jack for giving me an invite 🙏🏻🙏🏻

↳ cas_morgan: we never thank jack hughes for ANYTHING ever!

↳ jackhughes: WHAT THE HELL cas_morgan

jamie.drysdale: Trevor and i miss having you in California angel

↳ cas_morgan: i miss being in cali with you guys ):

↳ trevorzegras: petition to bring cas HOME TO US?!!? cas_morgan

↳ user31: where do i SIGN? trevorzegras

user32: bring cassidy home to trevor and jamie!

trevorzegras: still mad you never went to a game before the season ended 😒

↳ cas_morgan: you’ll be fine

trevorzegras has added to their story!

cas_morgan has added to their story!

been slacking on chapters guys i’m sorry! i’ll try to upload more i promise. in the meantime make sure to check out my other works, here!

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[fafou-le-voyageur]

Jeudi 25 Janvier :

Je me suis levé assez tôt afin de profiter des quelques heures qu'il nous reste avec un moyen de locomotion.

Je vais acheter des pâtisseries de l'autre côté de la rue à la padaria (boulangerie). Je prends mon petit déjeuner tranquille.

Joana finit par descendre après 9h. La Montanha Pico est dégagée ce matin mais des nuages se lèvent.

Je vais chercher la voiture pour la rapprocher et la charge le temps que Joana finisse de se préparer.

On part vers 9h30 en direction du récent volcan de Capelinhos (éruption en 1957/58 pendant 13 mois). Le ciel se charge peu à peu, on a vraiment bien fait d'aller à la Caldeira hier après midi.

On y arrive vers 10h et nous sommes les seuls visiteurs. Il y a beaucoup d'informations, de collections de minéraux et de bombes de lave.

On nous passe un film avec des ventilateurs et des infra rouges qui nous réchauffent pour nous mettre dans l'ambiance de la lave.

Le plus intéressant est une infographie retraçant les étapes de la création de ce bout d'île supplémentaire, sur 13 mois d'activité volcanique.

En fin de visite on a droit à monter dans le phare, ruiné lors de l'éruption, mais réaménagé pour les visites. La vue est splendide de là haut sur la petite coursive au dessous de la coupole.

On a passé pas mal de temps à cette visite du coup il est temps qu'on retourne à Horta. Il fait des averses de pluie maintenant.

On s'arrête chez Peter's pour manger à nouveau une succulente soupe de poisson et on prend un peu de fromage local fondu avec des olives, le tout accompagné d'un gin & tonic, avec le gin local, le gin Peter's do mar (les gens repartent d'ici avec leur bouteille à 20 euros sous le bras).

On passe ensuite faire le plein, prendre nos billets de bateau, poser les clés de la voiture dans la boîte aux lettres prévue à cet effet.

La traversée est rapide et il fait frais sur le pont supérieur. On arrive vers 14h45 et on file à pied vers la guesthouse, Loving Strangers Hostel.

Quand j'arrive je retrouve Lilian et Maëlle, et je fais le tour du propriétaire à Joana. Quand je finis par retrouver Stephan je lui dis que je me suis occupé de la visite.

À partir de ce moment on décide d'aller chacun de notre côté. Je vais en ville, je magasine un peu, fais trois courses pour le dîner.

J'ai un peu de chance à l'heure du coucher de soleil où la Montanha Pico est dégagée et le soleil assez bien placé.

Je m'arrête faire une autre course tout en téléphonant à Mélanie puis retrouve Claudia, Joana et Luke, en train de cuisiner.

Le temps que la cuisine se libère je monte voir Pedro et Susana qui a pris un air bnb mais qui continue de venir cuisiner à la guesthouse.

Je fais l'apéro avec eux puis Sophie arrive et ils mangent à leur tour. Je redescends à la cuisine et me fais à manger.

Joana me propose son reste de pâtes au pesto. Je les accomode avec un oignon rouge et du thon revenus à la poêle.

Quand on sort on se rend compte que la Montanha Pico est bien visible, éclairée par la pleine Lune.

Je remonte alors la rue de plusieurs centaines de mètres pour éviter les lampadaires et me fais une petite session photo, avec l'appareil sur lequel j'ai monté le Tokina 10- 20 mm et le portable.

Il y a un halo de 22 degrés autour de la Lune, ou petit Halo (car il en existe un de 46 degrés). C'est un phénomène appelé photométéore, comme les arc-en-ciel.

Ces halos sont créés par des cristaux de glace hexagonaux dans l’atmosphère; à cause de ces cristaux, les rayons lumineux sont déviés à deux reprises, le faisceau émerge alors à un angle de 22 degrés de déviation par rapport au faisceau incident.

Je retourne à la guesthouse vers 23h et remarque que je ne suis pas le dernier à traîner puisque Lilian et Maëlle ne sont pas encore rentrées.

Je bouquine un peu et ne me couche pas trop tard.

#açores #fafoulevoyageur #pico #Horta #Faial #madalena #CapelinhosVulcao #PetersGinDoMar #LovingStrangersHostel

[sanct-amor]

A Paris, j'ai rencontré un jeune sicilien d'à peu près mon âge, 27 ans je crois. Malgré cette "vieillesse", il était encore étudiant en littérature à la Sorbonne, travaillant sur la traduction française de la Canzoniere de Pétrarque et sur la figure de Laure de Sade (il l'appelait "Laura de Noves") ; la Provence me rattrapait même dans la capitale.

Il admirait Proust, Baudelaire et Huysmans, comme moi. Je crois qu'il souhaitait faire une thèse sur Marcel. Quelle chance il avait de poursuivre ses études à cet âge, dans un domaine qui le passionnait. Moi, j'avais fait du droit. Le regrettais-je ? Je l'ignore toujours. Mais ça n'a jamais été ma passion.

Nicolo (c'était son nom) écrivait un roman, son premier jet. Je l'ai encouragé. J'avais moi-même écrit un premier roman, refusé par toutes les maisons d'édition. Qu'importe, je crois sincèrement qu'il était médiocre. "Par-delà les abysses", son titre rendait hommage à "Par-delà le bien et le mal" de Nietzsche. Je conserve son manuscrit dans ma bibliothèque, il m'est précieux.

J'ai montré certains de mes dessins à Nicolo (dont celui de Laure de Sade que j'avais inventé) ; il avait l'air intimidé. Est-ce que mon art effraie les gens ? Ce n'est pas vraiment l'effet que je recherche... Mais il avait l'air emballé par mon projet poétique "Amor Mundum Fecit", l'Amour a fait le monde.

C'était l'une des rares personnes avec qui je pouvais librement parler de mes passions, de la littérature, de l'art. Pourquoi ces personnes sont si peu fréquentes ? Peut-être devrais-je retourner à Paris ? Cette ville est probablement un aimant pour ce genre d'uranistes.

Je l'ai invité dans mon appartement, un Air bnb dans le 5ème, au sud du Panthéon. J'ignore ce qu'il s'est passé dans sa tête, mais Nicolo a complètement changé d'attitude. Il avait l'air timide et agité. Après avoir bu la tasse de thé vert que je lui avais offerte, il est parti en me parlant italien, de manière très forte alors qu'il devait être 2 ou 3 heure du matin. J'ai tenté de lui reparler sur instagram, mais il ne me semblait pas très loquace.

#Paris