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feralaot · 3 years

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GIVE ME. FRIENDSHIP/RELATIONSHIP DYNAMIC HCS

for example AruAni gives off “I hate everybody but I hate you less” energy

literally any duo/trio/group you want just plz. I love them and I have my own ideas but wanna see yours ✌️💋

ohoho here we go.... this is gonna be a long one

AOT pairings + their dynamics

no warnings

eren / mikasa (romantic): the crime fighting duo

they can and they will mess up anyone and everyone who fucks with them. the kind of duo that seems to bond the most when they’re being violent and they want to make you scream “JUST CONFESS YOUR LOVE FOR EACH OTHER, FOOLS” and the slowburn is far too painful on the soul

eren / armin (platonic): the bad guy and the virtuous ray of sunshine

armin is the sweetest creature to grace this world and eren is literally the opposite but somehow they’re compatible. eren acts emotionally unavailable but good god armin brings out even the most buried emotion in him through his blinding rays of obnoxious joy and caring. obviously this didn’t last forever

eren / levi (platonic): the obnoxious child and the tired parent

somebody please give levi a break. it’s difficult being a single mother of six especially when you’re a middle aged man and one of your children is a war criminal.

sasha / connie (open to interpretation): the dumb & dumber mutual enablers

where one goes, the other goes. what trouble one gets into, the other gets into. they enable each other’s chaos and general misdeeds and will sit next to each other in a jail cell awaiting levi to bail them out while giggling and saying “wasn’t that fun?”

sasha / reiner (platonic): the eccentric girl and her emotional support himbo

one is a ball of chaos with a soft spot and the other is (relatively) normal but is also a chaos enabler. they feed off of each other's energy and are just about the closest thing you can get to the human equivalents of a bull and a matador but they also rely on each other for emotional support

armin / annie (romantic): pure looking (but hella shady) and scary looking (but actually a softie)

they are definitely not what either of them appear to be. the gentle little ball of sunshine is actually a scheming bastard and the one that looks like she’ll beat you up just for looking at her the wrong way is actually very soft at heart. and they are in love of course

jean / armin (platonic): the delinquent and the keener

jean used to skip, get bad grades, and get in trouble a lot but eventually worked on becoming a lot better because of armin’s enthusiasm and borderline annoying encouragement. on the other hand armin loosened up a lot and became less strict thanks to jean’s easy going attitude and they help each other improve themselves :’)

jean / connie (platonic): the dumbass and “oh god I guess they’re MY dumbass”

connie is like a dog without a leash and jean is the wrangler that desperately tries to keep him at least relatively tame. although sometimes it’s hard to keep somebody in check while also not wanting to give into their shenanigans and enable them

connie / reiner (platonic): the idiot and the idiot in progress

one has been an idiot since birth and it shows. meanwhile the other is losing more brain cells the more time they spend together. they feed off of each other’s energy and channel it into chaos and misdeeds

historia / ymir (romantic): the loner and the popular chick

historia is one of the few people who actually notices ymir, who doesn’t get the hype about her at first but warms up to her over time. they seem like polar opposites to anyone on the outside so it might be hard to tell that they’re very compatible with each other and lowkey enable each other

hange / levi (open to interpretation): the hooligan and the voice of reason

hange is the big bad conniving bastard and levi is the poor sod that has been dragged into their mess and was hit with a sudden and painful realization that he’s in deep trouble in every possible sense of the word. they are of equal strength except one has rabies

erwin / levi (open to interpretation): the kind giant and the bundle of repressed rage

one will make impulsive decisions on a dime and the other is the only one that can keep him grounded, at least most of the time. one is easy going the other is seething with buried anger and they balance each other out. however both would throw hands if anyone got between them

levi / zeke (open to interpretation): enemies to acquaintances to friends to ???

nobody knows what they truly think about each other and they probably don’t either. they’ll be fighting tooth and nail one moment then probably go out to get lunch an hour later. it’s a bit rocky, but they’ll figure it out eventually

reiner / bertholdt (romantic): two bros chillin in a hot tub 5 feet apart because they won’t confess their undying love for each other

literally everyone can sense the mutual pining from a mile away but they’re both so dense and oblivious for the longest time until they get things sorted and confess. one has too much pride to risk losing and the other is scared to ruin their relationship. this pairing will test both your patience and your sanity

reiner / eren (platonic): rivals to dumbass bros

most of the time they can’t stand each other and will argue with no end in sight but other times they’ll be slumped against each other or one will be sprawled out across the other and they’re having deep conversations and watching tv. it’s really a hit or miss situation

reiner / ymir (platonic): the gay solidarity

the mlm and wlw solidarity is real and it shows. they’re both jerks who only really have each other in terms of close friendships but by all means it’s an unbreakable bond

reiner / armin (platonic): honorarily deemed “one of the boys”

they have some kind of solidarity but neither of them really knows what it is, they just get along really well for some reason. thus reiner has deemed armin officially one of the boys and is included in activities w the boys e.g. movie night. they have a lot of inside jokes

reiner / zeke / bertholdt (platonic): the pining couple and the third wheel

reiner and bertholdt won’t admit it to his face because it would boost his ego tenfold but they’re lowkey kinda scared of zeke. but zeke is just a himbo that kind of hangs around and judges them and can tell they’re in love and is just waiting for the day they admit it

bertholdt / armin (platonic): the pessimist and the optimist

they’re both very pure sweet besties except one is a cynic and the other focuses on all the joy in the world. fill in the blanks.

pieck / porco (open to interpretation): the cinnabun and the hothead

one is too sweet and wholesome to be alive and the other is perpetually angry but is still cute. the contrast shows but they’re still sweethearts that are obviously meant to balance each other out

porco / reiner (platonic): the bastard and the accidental bastard magnet

they started as enemies and slowly evolved into something vaguely reminiscent of... friends? yeah, friends. reiner doesn’t know how he keeps attracting assholes like this but for some godforsaken reason he puts up with it.

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laurie-stark · 3 years

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Bags

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Summary: After another duffle bag of supplies washes up on shore, the girls realize that they’re going to be stuck here for a while. Episode six rewrite. 3.0k words.

Pairings: Toni Shalifoe x fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing, throwing up

A/N: Okay listen I just wanted Toni fanfic but no one was writing it so here you go. Also I really tried too hard to get the bed sharing trope LEAVE ME ALONE I LIKE IT PSLFDLJ (this is your reminder to turn on Interactivefics xx) oh and also theres a bit in here thats heavily inspired by @ drewstarkeys Toni fic which you all should go read asap its amazing.

This was weird. It was really fucking weird. It had only been four days since we found Jannette’s grave empty. Four days since we found a clean water source. The longer we stayed on this god forsaken island, the more it felt like we were never getting off. And now another round of duffle bags have shown up. You know, as crazy as I think she is sometimes, Leah’s starting to have a point. Something is way off about this place.

Nora and Rachel were the ones who spotted the bags. They washed up on the rocky side of the beach, covered in weeds. Dot was hoping for some more food, maybe more medicine if we were lucky. But to all our confusion, all the bags contained were blankets and pillows. Ten pillows and five blankets, Dot so cheerfully announced. My first red flag was that the insides were completely dry. I didn’t want to say anything though. I was sure there was a reason for this.

“There’s enough shit here for us to double up,” Dot told us while Nora and I laid out the makeshift beds. “Except for one person who gets to sleep alone.”

“Well that’s not fair, why does one person get a bed all to herself?” Rachel asked, standing up defensively.

I rose to my feet as well. “Why don’t we rotate it?” I suggested, hoping to relieve some of the tension. “W-with our off days. That way whoever’s off can have an extra good night’s sleep before they have to work again?” The girls all nodded their heads and mumbled words of agreement. Rachel sat back down on her log.

“Great idea y/n. So who’s bunking with who?” Dot asked. Rachel and Nora instinctively reached out for each other. Beside me, Toni looked to Martha. Martha gave Toni a weary look before reaching a hand out in the opposite direction. Towards Shelby. Even I had to stop myself from dropping my jaw.

Fatin gleefully agreed to pair with her “new bestie for the restie,” Dot. That left myself, Toni and Leah. I glanced between them. Leah was avoiding my eye and Toni...Toni just looked mad. It’s not that I don’t like Leah, I just don’t know her. Not that I know Toni any better, but at least Toni hasn’t gone batshit crazy more than once. On the other hand though, I didn’t find Leah unbelievably beautiful the way I did with Toni. And Toni would never want to bunk with me anyway. I crossed my arms, not doing a very good job at hiding my uncomfortableness. I was about to open my mouth to ask Leah to share when Toni called my name.

“Y/n,” I turned to face her, eyes wide. “You’re with me?” I nod and swallow hard. Fuck.

The sun was getting lower and lower in the sky, just like our food supply. Rachel offered to go foraging for something meatier in the morning, so at least I could look forward to that.

I shuffled under the blanket Toni and I shared. “Sorry you got stuck with me,” I whispered. “I can go sleep with Shelby if you want, so you can be with Marty?”

“Nah,” Toni shook her head. “I don’t mind. Besides, I don’t really think Marty wants anything to do with me right now.” I didn’t know what to say. I felt bad for her. A lifetime’s worth of friendship thrown out of the plane. Literally.

I wondered if anyone else was awake. The light from the fire was enough to see everyone’s feet but that’s about it. I still wasn’t accustomed to how dark it got at night. I was limited to just my hearing after the sun went down. I would try not to listen though. The more you listen, the more you realized how we definitely were not alone out there. Focusing on Toni’s breathing beside me was enough to keep me sane.

Couldn’t say the same for Leah though. She sat straight up and I thought she got bit by a crab or something.

“Does anyone else think that this is crazy?” She asked us.

Fatin groaned. “Leah, we got into a plane crash. Is that not enough crazy for you?”

“No seriously Fatin, what the fuck is going on?”

“What are you talking about,” Dot sat up.

“I mean these,” Leah held up a fist full of her blanket. “Where did they come from? Do none of you think that something’s up?”

I pushed myself upright. “I’m starting to agree with Leah.”

“Oh God, not you too,” Dot flopped back down onto her back.

“No, think about it,” I started. “A bag with medicine just happens to show up? And then we find Jannette’s grave empty!? And now these duffles appear with nine peoples worth of blankets and shit? Who brings that to a resort retreat? That’s weird. It’s really fucking weird.” Everyone was sitting up at this point, staring at me. “I didn’t say anything when we opened them, but these things were dry. Everything bone dry. Rachel and Nora found the bags on the shore, like they were washed up. They should have been soaking. Hell, they should have sunk!” I took a shaky breath in. “Every day we stay here the more it feels like we’re not leaving. It’s like someone wants us to stay here. I know I sound crazy but come on!”

“Y/n...”

“We don’t even remember the crash!”

“We all blacked out.”

“That’s not how plane crashes work though!” I realized how loud I had gotten. I noticed how Nora was sitting, hugging her knees tight. Shelby’s face was pale, even in the orange glow from the fire. I closed my eyes. “This isn’t my first crash.” I kept my eyes shut. I didn’t need to see their faces while I told this story. “I got into another one like eight or nine years ago. The engines broke and we crashed in a forest somewhere near Chicago. And I remember it all. I remember the engines failing, and the plane falling and the back coming off when we hit the trees. I didn’t black out until I was on the ground. So yeah, I think something is fucking off. This isn’t right, none of this is right! We shouldn’t be here, we shouldn’t-”

I started to choke on my own words. I think I was starting to throw myself into a frenzy. Something grabbed at my hand. It was Toni. She looked me in the eyes. There was something in her gaze that told me I was safe. Told me to calm down.

“Okay,” Dot said slowly. “I think we’re all starting to lose it a little bit Y/n. And no sleep isn’t gonna help. Let’s all try to get some shut eye, yeah?”

I nodded profusely and flipped onto my side, embarrassed now from that outburst. I guess I didn’t realize how far off the rails I’d been slipping. Silently, I started to cry.

I tried to stay as far away from Toni as possible. With my back to her, I figured that my crying could be somewhat camouflaged. I was very wrong.

“Hey,” Toni murmured. When I didn’t respond, she tugged on my shoulder to roll me over. I quickly wiped the tears off my cheeks. I couldn’t look at her directly. Her gaze softened. I realized then how close we were. Even in pitch darkness, I could still make out the outline of her face, her cheeks, her nose, her lips- I prayed she couldn’t hear how loud my heart was thumping. Toni reached a hand out and brushed another tear away. Had I started crying again? Jesus I was so far gone. “I know how you feel. I wanna get out of here too.’ I said nothing.

Toni moved to create some more space and put her arm out. I looked at her, questioning, though I doubt she could see my face. “Come here,” she said quietly. “I heard what you told us yesterday, about what your mom says? Sometimes you just need a hug.” I nearly started crying again right there. Slowly, I squirmed closer until my body was curled into hers. I smiled inwards. Besides the fact that my heart was trying to beat right out of my chest, I felt better. We both drifted off soon after.

I woke up to the sun shining way too bright and the sound of…snickering? I opened my eyes and tried not to get totally blinded by the light. I looked up to see Nora, Fatin and Dot standing over me, all chuckling.

“What?” I mumbled. I must have woken Toni up because she started moving underneath me.

Oh.

That’s why they were laughing.

I had fallen asleep curled into Toni’s side and woken up completely entangled with her. It wasn’t a one-sided thing either, she was holding on to me for dear life. What. The. fuck. I jolted upright, maybe a little too fast because the three girls around us started to laugh more.

“Good morning love birds,” Fatin cooed.

“Shut up,” Toni said, using a hand to shield her eyes. “We were conserving heat.”

“Yeah, what she said,” I smiled. “Is it breakfast already?”

“Not quite,” Dot shrugged. “Martha and Shelby are still getting some berries and shit.”

“Oh well in that case I’m going back to bed,” Toni grunted, rolling over. Her and I were on water duty today, so technically we had no need to be up before breakfast anyway. Dot and the girls made their way back to the fire. I was half awake though. Might as well start the day early too. Except that Toni seemed to have other plans.

Before I had the chance to get up Toni was tugging at my arm, silently asking me to come lay down. I gave in immediately. “Come keep me warm,” she mumbled. And so I did. As I laid my head down onto her chest, I noticed Shelby looking at us. She turned away when she met my gaze, but there was something behind her eyes. Disgust. Great, just what we needed. Stranded in the middle of nowhere with a fucking homophobe.

“Do you think Shelby is homophobic,” I asked lowly.

“I dunno, maybe? Why?”

“No reason, I just….That would be pretty awkward if she was.��

“Yeah…”

Nora woke me up a second time that day for breakfast. We ate in silence like we had done for the last few days. Food was running short and we were getting antsy. Toni and I broke away from the group after we ate with half of Fatin’s luggage bag. We trekked up and through the forest towards the waterfall. Neither of us said a word the whole trip. I was starting to overthink. Like, heavily overthink. In normal circumstances, overthinking might be appropriate. The night before was…not normal. But these were not ordinary circumstances. The middle of nowhere is probably the best place to have not normal and still be fine. Whatever. Right? Was it weird? Does she think I’m some weird crybaby now? Was that just a pity hug? Am I going absolutely crazy for no reason?

I’d gotten so wrapped up in my thoughts, I didn’t even notice we’d arrived back at camp. As Toni and I got to work, filling bottles to boil, Rachel was shouting from the top of a cliff. She was holding up a sack of something, I couldn’t quite make it out.

“Who’s ready to fucking feast?”

Mussels. Rachel found mussels. Now, I’d never been one for survival training but the one thing I knew was that seafood was a no.

“I really don’t mean to be a bubble burster, it’s just that seafood can be really dangerous,” I explained. Rachel looked like she wanted to take my head off. “And we do not have the vicinities to properly prepare these.”

“So what, you’re saying I’m trying to poison all of us?” Rachel challenged.

“No! No, no, not at all Rach. This was a great find, you did good.” I smiled wearily. “All I’m saying is that maybe someone should sit this one out, you know? Just in case. If we’re all sick then we’ve got no chance.”

“Great then who’s gonna be the starving one?”

“I don’t mind. I got berries.”

Turns out Shelby wouldn’t eat either. An allergy, I think she said. It felt good to see everyone this happy. Leah was genuinely smiling, Dot seemed a little less stressed. For a second it felt like we were actually on the retreat we were supposed to be on. Toni started to make out with her mussels. Or…well you know, with them. We all found it hilarious. Except for Shelby...

“Fuck you.” And with that Toni was off, running down the beach. I myself was on the brink of tears. Some churches man…they’ll brainwash even the best of 'em. I stared at the sand, not sure where to go. I wanted to chase after Toni, I wanted to stay right here and hide in the sand. The rest of the girls had gone quiet too.

“What?” Shelby asked. “Am I not allowed to have my own beliefs?”

“Not those ones,” I spat. I pushed myself up and jogged around the bend.

I saw Toni near the shoreline. She had her feet in the water. Cautiously, I crept up behind her. I didn’t want to startle her. “You good?”

Toni turned and her stance signaled she was ready for a fight. Her shoulders relaxed when she realized it was just me. “Yeah. No. Whatever, I just need a break from barbie bitch.”

“Yeah, you and me both,” I chuckled. “Will you though? Be okay?”

“You don’t need to worry about me. I’m fine.” She looked back out at the sea.

“G-good. Okay, I, uh…good, I’m glad,” I was muttering. I mutter when I’m nervous. Avoiding eye contact, all that fun stuff.

“Why are you so nervous?” Shit. So she did notice. “I mean you’re chill around everyone else but you get all twitchy around me. What’s with that?” She paused and her face fell a bit. “Do I scare you?”

“Oh god no,” I grasped her hand. “No I promise Toni, I’m not scared of you.”

“Then what?”

I look down at my toes. “I-I um…you-“ I swallow hard. “You’re pretty.”

She didn’t say anything and I was about ready to jump into the ocean and never come back. And then she laughed. She fucking laughed! Oh my god I was going to cry. I felt like I had just been publicly rejected in middle school all over again.

“That was cute,” Toni said, still chuckling a bit. I looked her dead in the eyes and she wasn’t kidding.

“Okay, I’m gonna go back now.” I turned on my heel and started walking back, very briskly might I add. I could not believe that just happened.

“Yeah me too-“Toni cut herself off and started heaving. I looked back. Toni was throwing up her entire stomach and then some. I rushed to her side, brushing the hair from her face. In the distance, I could see Rachel throwing up too. Oh Jesus Christ.

Shelby and I spent the rest of the day running from girl to girl, holding hair and passing out water. It was one huge haze of running back and forth, trying to make sure no one died. I knew that the mussels were a bad idea. God, how could I be so stupid? This was all my fault. Once Dot resurfaced from the dead, she took charge. Leah was sent to go find the medical bag while Dot and I boiled more water. She had me look over Toni and Marty while she took after the twins.

Toni was not good. By the time I got back to her, she was practically lifeless. Fatin was trying to get her to drink some canned water but it wasn’t working. Matha, who was equally unwell sat by idly, crying into her can of water and trying not to throw up again. I pulled Toni off of Fatin and into my lap, trying to get her to drink the water from my bottle. She kept turning her head away or pushing my hand. I pulled her closer and upright with one arm and got Fatin to hold her face in one place.

“Drink,” I told her. She couldn’t even speak but she shook her head. “Toni, drink. Please. You need to rehydrate for me okay?” I got her to drink a little, but she just couldn’t swallow. Martha started crying at some point. Luckily, Leah made it back with the medicine.

Trying to fight Toni into taking the pill was not working Especially not when everyone started crowding and screaming at myself and Dot. Shelby crouched to our level and took the pill from Dot. This only made things worse. No way in hell was Toni ever going to accept anything from Shelby. But blondie wasn’t going down without a fight. In one motion, she’d shoved me out of the way and climbed on top of Toni, dropping the pill into her mouth and forcing her to swallow.

Night fell and everyone was exhausted. Toni hadn’t woken up since Shelby drugged her and honestly I was getting a little worried she died in her sleep or something. Martha wasn’t looking too hot either. She’d broken into a sweat despite the cold of the night. Everyone else is tucked into their respective beds, dead silent. The cold night air made it easier to relax. After a day like today all i wanted to do was curl up next to Toni and never wake up.

Beside me, Toni started to stir. The weight I’d been carrying finally lifted off my shoulders. “Toni?”, I chimed. “Are you alive?”

“No,” she grumbled as she sat up, rubbing her eyes. I didn’t give her a moment more to readjust to life before I tackled her in a hug.

“Oh my god, you’re okay.” She laughed at me again, but this time I didn’t mind. Cause she wasn’t dead. Or close to dying. I pulled her back down on top of me. She fell asleep again in my arms. I smiled down at her. Once again, there was a moment where I wasn’t in living hell. It was just me and Toni. Somewhere safe. And warm, preferably. Everything was going to be okay.

And then Marty dropped dead.

#erana james #toni shalifoe #the wilds #amazon prime #shoni #shelby goodkind #leah x fatin #martha blackburn #dot campbell #rachel reid #nora reid #toni shalifoe x reader #toni shalifoe imagine

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parkjess · 4 years

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hi im back!! can i request for an imagine where rocky & the reader are best friends & he finally decides to confess after many years of being in love because a newly transferred jinjin was put to be paired up with the reader so they result in spending more time together & the reader kind of neglects rocky? 🥰

Thank you for requesting🌸

Feelings // Park Minhyuk

Genre: fluff

“Y/n!” Minhyuk calls out when you walk in through the school gate. You turn around to meet your best friend breathless from running with a backpack attached to his back, holding his phone. -“Minhyuk! Hey, good morning.” You greet him with a wide smile while he’s panting heavily. -“Chill, why are you running this early in the morning?” You chuckle and try to calm him down. “I called you, and texted you why didn’t you answer?” Minhyuk says while taking deep breaths. You take a look at your phone that was on silence since you left your place this morning. “Oh! You really did, I’m sorry it was silent.” You apologize as he smiles at you, and continue your way together towards the building, he couldn’t be mad or angry at you anyways, just worried.

Minhyuk is your best friend since elementary school. He’s always there when you have hard time as a teenager, you first met him when you needed help with math homework and asked the teacher for help. Well, you owe that teacher your life for introducing him to you.

“Good morning Mr. Lee.” Both of you greet the teacher when you enter the classroom. Fortunately, you two have a lot in common so most of the week you study in the same classes. -“You’re late.” Mr. Lee responded, you can notice the slight anger in his voice as you and Minhyuk look at each other, trying not to burst out laughing. -“Please, sit down separately today.” You pout as you hear the teacher’s punishment. Not that he only separated you from your best friend, but it’s just you don’t really like most of the students in this class.

-“What was I sayin- oh, yes, Class! We have a new student, please take care of him.” Everyone turn their heads to look at the new student, who was sitting alone in the middle of the class, you already knew who’s gonna take the empty seat near him. -“Y/n please sit down next to Jinwoo.” Mr. Lee said as you tried not to roll your eyes and just smiled towards the boy, leaving MInhyuk’s hand that was holding yours the whole time, you glance at your best friend the moment you sit down and pout at him.

“Hi, I’m Jinwoo.” The smiley boy introduces himself, and you follow. When the bell rings and you pack your stuff, Minhyuk rushed over to your desk. Jinwoo suddenly calls your name. “Yes?” You reply. -“Would you like to hang out at lunch break?” Jinwoo asks as Minhyuk stops himself from calling your name. “Uhm, sure. Let’s go.” You say and head together to the cafeteria.

Weeks passed, Jinwoo and you became closer day by day.

*2 messages from: Minhyukie✨*

Minhyukie✨: y/n!

Minhyukie✨: Wanna go play some bowling?

You didn’t see Minhyuk for three days now since you started to hang out with Jinwoo more.

You: heyyy long time no see bestie🥺 I would love to go to play bowling😄😄

Minhyuk smiles at his phone as soon as he sees your reply, you type again.

You: Oh my god Minhyuk I forgot🤦🏻‍♀️ can Jinwoo come with us too? I promised him that I’ll show him some of the places I like...

The boy’s smile disappeared within seconds when he saw the name Jinwoo in your chat. But he couldn’t tell you no. Even if he’s a bit jealous of you spending more time with Jinwoo lately than with him.

It was 6pm already and you called Jinwoo to come to your place so you can go together. You arrived at the bowling hall, approached by Minhyuk who looked moody, slightly disappointed that you came along with Jinwoo.

“Hey Minhyuk! Are you okay? You look different.” You ask your best friend and hug him. -“Yeah, no, I’m fine. Come on let’s start.” He replied, not even looking into the other boy’s eyes.

After a while of playing, Jinwoo went to the restroom and you took this opportunity to ask Minhyuk what all of those faces were about.

“Okay, I know you enough time, what’s wrong?” You cross both your arms against your chest and sigh. -“Nothing, really.” He was dying to tell you, but he was stopped by something neither one of you know what it was. “This is about HIM right? Don’t play with me hyuk. I saw how you glance at him.” You knew him too well. -“No! This is not.” “Oh come on-“. -“Okay! You really wanna know what this is about? You. This is about you. That day you didn’t even ask me if I want him to go with us to the cafeteria. Do you even consider me as your friend anymore? I set up this night to confess my feelings to you and you did what? You brought him here too!” He is pissed by now. Slightly raising his voice at you. The fact that he can’t even hate you because of that hurts him even more.

“To WHAT?” You ask surprisingly. “Why didn’t you tell me it was bothering you?”

-“Because I can’t resist you. Does it even matter now?”

“Minhyuk...” you take a step closer to him. Wow, was he always that tall? You think.

-“Please don’t make it harder for me, I always had those feelings but I finally realized I love you when I saw you with another guy. But my heart had enough so please, if you have nothing more to say, don-“ the view of your best friend saying he loves you made your heart flutter and skip a beat, realizing you always had that feeling for him too. You decided, quickly enough, to pull him closer to you and kiss his lips. “Is your heart okay now?” You softly ask when you pull away, still holding him close. -“Not yet.” He says with a little smirk and kisses you back.

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tiny-maus-boots · 5 years

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Wild West AU ch 12

A/N: biggest of hugest thanks to my bestie @chloes-yellow-cup who betas all this even when she’s busy. ilyan.

Stacie

They didn’t waste much more time, stopping only to hug Ace, Dingo and Flo before mounting their horses. Stacie settled into the saddle, reins gripped firmly in one hand as she pulled Rowdy’s head around toward the caverns. There was a good chance that they were late already but they had to try and get Emmy and Kat out. “You ready?”

Aubrey gave her a short nod and spurred her horse forward. Stacie leaned forward as well, thighs tightening around her horse’s middle as he lunged to keep up with Roan. She let Aubrey lead the way, her horse edging ahead by a nose. It wasn’t as if they had time to talk about things while they rode but she could tell that Aubrey was deep in her own head about everything that was going on. She wished desperately that she could reassure her mate but there would be time for that later. She hoped.

There was a haze on the horizon as the sun started to sink lower in the sky and Aubrey eased her pace and pointed to it. “No way we can overtake them from here without being seen.”

Stacie gave a nod and raised herself up in her stirrups to get a closer look but that far off all she could tell was that it was what was left of Avery’s battalion. They’d taken out a few soldiers on the train, subdued more than they killed, but the majority of the unit was still riding. It was actually something in their favor and she scrunched her nose as she thought it over. “Lot of infantry, and they’re moving slow. If we could just get some cover…”

She scanned the surrounding area but they were out in the open with nothing to hide behind. Aubrey’s horsed danced skittishly, probably picking up on his rider’s unease. “I have an idea.”

Well at least one of them did. Stacie gave a nod of agreement and Aubrey pointed in the opposite direction from the sluggishly moving Army. Stacie blinked at the woman once then shook her head in confusion. Aubrey couldn’t possibly mean they just take off and leave. That wasn’t possible. A deep questioning frown etched itself on Stacie’s face. “Bree…”

“We can get around the crag from the other side, I think we can climb our way up the tower and into the mess hall.”

Stacie bit her lip but nodded her agreement. She wasn’t half the climber that Aubrey was, then again even a Billy goat would have trouble keeping up with her girl. She trusted that the blonde would know the surest way up the face because they sure as hell didn’t have time for anything else. Aubrey gave a nod and spurred her horse forward.

They rode on for near another hour before they reached the far side. Aubrey slid off Roan, quickly pulling her rifle out of the riding holster to slip over her head. She looked up and skirted the face of the mountain, face set and brows furrowed as she scanned. Stacie grabbed a peg out of her kit and hammered it into the ground so she could tie the horses down. She was done by the time Aubrey’s voice rang out with confidence.

“Here, right here. Watch where I put my hands and feet and follow me up. Won’t be bad once we reach this small peak.”

“Small she says…” Stacie tipped her head back and looked up the face with a deep sigh. Lord, the things she did for the people she loved. “Probably could blow a hole in this mountain faster but okay. Sure. We’ll do this.”

Aubrey’s laugh was magical and Stacie’s next sigh was that of a woman lost in love. She followed the blonde’s every move finding that what she lacked in skill she made up for in reach. It helped her get through the treacherous climb but by the time they reached the top her shoulders were tight and burned like the devil. She carefully worked her leaden arms out, stretching to try and ease the twitch of muscles.

Stacie looked over the edge at the horses and shook her head. “Think they’ll be alright down there?”

“Should be. Won’t be as hard getting down as it was going up. Come on.”

She followed Aubrey down a low rocky slope and along a high ledge. “How far along do you think the unit is?”

Aubrey moved with fluid grace, sure footed and agile as she leapt from one precipice to the next. “Hard to say. Looked like a fair amount were on foot, probably at marching pace…we might just make it. So long as there isn’t already a unit of men in place.”

They really had no way of knowing how many men were with Avery, or how many more were coming. Stacie’s foot slipped and she started to slide backward down a shale ridge, dirt and rock sliding under her like a dusty sluggish wave. One she was unable to slow the heavy tug of and keep her balance. Her world teetered for a moment before Aubrey’s sure grip clasped down on her wrist, steadying and lifting to help her back up the side.

“Jesus….”

“You okay?”

Aubrey’s green eyes were filled with quiet concern, searching her face for a hint of distress. Stacie gave a nod and when Aubrey gave a like one in return and started to turn she gripped her mate around the waist and pulled her back. She just needed a second to reconnect after that close call. The blonde turned in her arms, pulling the hat from her head. The wind lifted the pale locks up and away from Bree’s tanned face and Stacie’s breath caught in her chest.

“You and me Stace. We catch each other. Always.” Her smile widened and Aubrey leaned forward for a soft lingering kiss before she pulled back and put her hat back on. “C’mon, you can be sweet on me later.”

“Oh I promise you I will.” Aubrey gave another one of her magic laughs and Stacie felt it echo in her heart. She would follow that woman right off the highest peak of any mountain so long as she got to hear Aubrey laugh just like that as they fell. It could be the last thing she heard in life but she’d be grateful for it.

When Aubrey stopped stuck her head into a tiny slit in the rock face Stacie knew she was going to have issues. She watched as Bree pulled off her rifle and loosened her gun belt, dropping it to the ground hastily. “Aubrey.”

“It won’t take but a minute for us to…”

“Bree…Aubrey stop.” The blonde stopped and gave her a confused frown. “I think you might be misjudging the size of that crevice. Being…blessed…the way I am….it’s not happening.” Aubrey’s bright eyes trailed down her face and neck to rest on her chest.

“Oh.” Her eyes took on a distant look and Stacie was amused to see that Aubrey had to give herself a good shake to get her focus back.

“You’re gonna have to get them without me, love.” Aubrey looked back at the crack then Stacie and gave a nod. “Be safe.”

Aubrey yanked Stacie forward by the front of her shirt and kissed her hard and fast, tongue dipping into her mouth with a desperate need to claim. “If I don’t come back…”

“You’re coming back to me Aubrey, or I’ll dive into Hell to come get you. Understand?”

There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do to for Aubrey. To protect her, or save her, maybe even just to make her happy. Aubrey was her candle in the dark, the light that kept her safe. So yes. She’d wrestle Lucifer himself to be where Aubrey was. In this life or the next. As Aubrey disappeared into the dark of the mountain side without her guns, she couldn’t help but wonder if that wrestling match might be sooner than either of them wanted or intended.

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emmaniggaly · 5 years

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Two sides to every story

I'm a strong believer in that, mainly cause I've been on the "second" side of a story. I know what the story looked like to everyone else but once you heard my side, it all sounds like a fairytale.

I was with my ex for five years, we met in high school his freshman year, so all his friends became my friends. I met Jackson in 2010, he was part of the "OG4" as my ex liked to call it, a group of kids who have been besties since middle school. Me and Jackson hit it off, eventually we became best friends, like legit best friends. I ate supper at his house, I've spent the night, I hung out countless times with my ex and alone. It was harmless on my part. Yes we all knew Jackson liked me, the other 2 of the group knew more than me and my ex, they knew how much Jackson was in love with me. But either way, I was head over heels in love with my ex, Jackson was truly only a friend and over the course of those five years he pushed his feelings for me on the back burner and stayed in the friend zone.

Come year 3 with my ex things got rocky, they had always been slightly toxic, but I was young and dumb. As I grew up i started to realize that we weren't on the same wave length, but still I stayed for 2 more years. 2 long years at that.

I told him I wasnt happy, I told him what I needed to be happy, I by all means am not perfect but I damn sure can admit my flaws and will always try to change for the better. My ex didnt know how to change, I ended up changing enough for the both of of us it seems, right into a different person. I fell into a deep depression, a dark dark lonely hole and my ex only kept digging it deeper and deeper.

My ex is a good man, just not for me. He was mean, violent and just downright hateful. I never felt loved, but damn did I fight for it. I had countless nights of tears and thinking I wasnt good enough.

The last 2 years were hell of that 5 year relationship. But I stayed.

Jackson was there for it all, he never knew what I was going through but he could tell I was changing. He told me one time " you smile has faded" I laughed and shrugged it off but oh how right he was.

3 years ago to the day (21916) is when my eyes & heart opened. Jackson had a MMA fight, my ex, me & another member of the OG4 went to go support. It may have been the crown royal i was drunk off of but I shit you not when Jackson got punched in the face my heart stopped for a second & my eyes closed.

When I opened them it was like my heart restarted and there was a yellow aura around Jackson, I was in awe of him.

I ended up having to take him to the ER that night, along with my ex. My ex must have suspected the change in me cause he got loud and wouldn't stop degrading me the rest of the night up until he passed out in the car as I stayed with Jackson in the ER room.

I remember stealing pictures of him, & answering all the nurses questions. We played it off like I was the gf so I could get back in the room with him. I had to stay the night with him that night and It was the first night that i dreamed of him.

The next 3 months after that I saw Jackson as something other than just a bestfriend. I had this battle in myself whether to brush it off and try to salvage what was left of me and my ex or say fuck it and cross the friend zone line.

I said fuck it.

I left my ex 3 months later, trust me it was a long time coming. Honestly it should have happened at year 3 [maybe even before that] not year 5.

And yes the next day the friend zone was crossed with Jackson. I have never seen someone more happy in my life. I always told him hes like the boy in all the 80s movies that finally got the girl. He was Jim from the office when Pam finally gave him a shot.

But then I would look in the mirror, in pictures and see that I was just as happy.

Flash forward 3 years and I am now married to Jackson. We still hang out with the OG4 [minus my ex ] and they tell us they knew it was bound to happen, Jackson was too in love with me for fate to never step in.

[I still laugh about that, looking back he really was in love with me all along]

In these 3 years I have never felt like I wasnt good enough, I have never questioned his love, I have never questioned his intentions, he is my bestfriend and my husband. He wakes up every morning and the first thing he does is give me hugs & a kiss and says he loves me. He calls me beautiful every day. We literally have the best time together. Our friends have told us they hope to find a love like ours one day & I hope everyone does.

To make a long story short, nothing is what it seems, dont judge someone off of one side of the story, also marry your bestfriend. It will save you heartache and pain. Trust me.

#personal #never wrote that out before #felt good #rambling

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quietlybreakingbutsmiling-blog · 4 years

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What is love anyway? The novel of my disastrous love life.

So let's just go back to the beginning when I had not a clue what love was.

That awkward girl that always hid in the back, over achieved in schools but kept her head down at all times for fear of constant embarrassment of her own existence? That was me.

Middle school was rough. For everyone I'm sure. I became close friends with the small town, military obsessed farm boy and my crush developed. He went out of the way to try to bring me out of my shell. He asked me out, I met his family, he tolerated my obnoxious friends, we hugged everyday, he sat with my friends at lunch. That was all a big deal! It all became a bit of a joke in the end if I'm honest and we broke up. My crush remained and when his friends decided freshman year, it was funny - they supposedly asked me out online on his behalf again. A

I said yes, for some odd reason. He ignored me but silently walked beside me in class for a week then texted me to tell me it was all a joke. I mean okay... skirted around the boy for the next several years. He got another girlfriend after graduation, joined the marines, married the girl, knocked her up... twice now. Who knew, hes kinda cute now! I say this in the most harmless way possible.

NEXT! Get this- I fell in love with an internet boy. Who knows if he is even who I thought he was. My best friend and I got into online roleplay on facebook. The innocent stuff, create a facebook page as a PLL character and talking to eachother. Until we discovered an entire world of this in facebook. Met a boy. Roleplay name was Darian. Real life name supposedly Damian. Shit i kid you not, that was my first true best friend and love, whether he was real or not. I was maybe 13 when we became friends. He called me silly pineapple and we called him beef coon. He was a strange one. I got my music taste from that kid though. He was 5 years older than me. It remained innocent... texting all day and night. Roleplay wasnt s thing to us, just normal talking. He was my best friend, I cannot stress that enough. He was into some odd stuff. He was pansexual and so open about it which impressed me. He was also into drugs and alcohol though. We bonded heavily over some heavy duty depression. I truly believe that boy saved my life. He disappeared from my life several times, just never responded again. I had a strange attachment,texting his number that I knew by heart in my times of need. While he usually was there, that presence faded too until random times. He randomly appeared for a few weeks while I was in my first long term relationship. It made things a bit rocky but when explains the situation, he responded simply with something along the lines of "He wont let you go, he cant. I sincerely hope nobody makes the mistake I did. I'm sure hes smart enough to realize what hed lose. " and he faded off again from there.he really only popped up to check on my happiness I think. I believe the last I heard from him, I was 19 or 20 years old. I still consider texting his number sometimes. But I'm sure his career took off and he married that model he was head over heels for. Though I do wish I knew more, I'd love just to see him truly happy.

Okay things get real now. My first kiss. My 48 hour relationship. I fell hard and fast at the thought if someone in person loving me. We talked and texted constantly, he had fairly recently gotten out of a relationship though. The interest in me seemed random but I didnt care. He did warn me before our first date he was a sex addict. I awkwardly blew it off as I was a birgin that had never even had my first kiss and wasnt gonna blow a chance at a relationship with the only guy to actually seem to want me. Date one was at his house.. featuring awkward hand holding, dancing around the kitchen, and slow dancing in the rain, and my first kiss. He asked me to be his girlfriend and his sister drove me home that night. Went over the next day and he was distant. Hell he even showed me the placed he used to bury condoms he had used with his ex and I didnt run away screaming?!? Anyway he dumped me by text that night and went back to his ex. Given I had a thing with the guy for the next year or so... flirting back and forth at lunch, teasing eachother. He signed my yearbook with "I hope you remember me everytime you go dancing in the rain."

Alright so next was a real weird one. Ready for this? I was convinced this dude in band/chorus was secretly Damian. The online love of my life. He was awkward but confident and I thought he was so cute. We kinda talked briefly because he rode my school bus but I barely remember it now. But I just went down memory lane and found messages of him telling me he had a massive crush on me during my senior year of high school ( I had a boyfriend at the time too so super weird! ) not sure where that came from but I totally told the guy he reminded me of a guy named Damian that I had been super close with. He probably thought I was a lunatic, it's cool. Conversation went quiet a day later and havent heard from him to this day! Who knows, maybe it was him!

Alright so my sophomore year I was definitely feeling myself. Starting talking to a guy online. And then all the guys in my school were flirting with me, becoming my close friends, etc. The popular jock? Check. The friendly jocks that are kinda teddy bears? Check. The nerdy guys? Check. The players? Check. The new kid? Check.

I moved forward with the online guy though. my bestie was boy crazy and made me create a page for "friends" but was really a dating app. She met so many guys on it. Somehow I matched with a guy on the opposite side of the country? Regardless, I still love that man to this day. We dated for 4 years, with some breaks in the final year. He was a year ahead of my so he took a year off after graduation to move across the country, and into my dads house to live with me. When we were long distance, he flew to visit me every other month. We talked nonstop always, he was my entire life. My real first love. My first everything. My world. We were going to get married and have a family, we even picked our kids names. After I graduated, he moved across country to live with his dad and go to college, I move to another state for college as well. Thing is... he left a few months early to get settled. His dad convinced him to leave me. He dumped me by text while I was working, on my birthday. After 2.5 years. I was shattered. My friends treated me like i was on suicide watch. He flew up a month later and we got back together. That was our pattern. We ended again when i moved on campus to my college. I hung out with a few guys. Dated a guy for a few months. But still skyped this guy 24/7... he was my best friend for years. Together or not, we relied on eachother for daily life and as a support system. We got back together after my other relationship ended. He flew to see me. It was like nothing ever ended, we picked up where we left off. Then he canceled visiting me for my birthday and I began to distance myself. Another guy expressed interest... and I left him. The day I told him I wanted to end it, he cried and begged me for hous to give him a few more months to fix it. I found out he had secretly booked a flight to see me but I was too far into this so I told him to cancel it, I didnt see any other option. This guy was my best friend. You all dont understand. That love will never fade. He joined the military, something he always wanted but I wouldnt have been willing to handle, hes married, and they are expecting a baby boy. Hes happy. Even though we dont talk, I do love to see he is happy, truly. I miss him everyday though.

Oh college... I dated a guy. Because he was sweet as can be. I was not physically attracted to him in the slightest though but was convinced as we grew closer, that attraction would grow. But when I tell you, you cant force yourself to be attracted to someone sexually no matter how bad you want to, it is awful. I mean it. My dad loved him - they were both crazy sports people which my dad couldnt use with my other boyfriends. Heres the big catch, I couldnt force myself to love him as much as he deserved. I was his first girlfriend and I couldnt love him like he loved me. I planned to end things after the holidays because he was flying to spend the holidays with my family and i. Well... in high school he had survived brain cancer so he was checked regularly. At a regular check up before flying to see my family, they found the cancer was back and gave him 6 months to live. One of the hardest, things I face in my life... for selfish reasons. I didnt want to dump him right after that, I didnt want anyone to think I left him because of the cancer, I didnt want to be that bitch. I kept asking myself if I could tolerate the relationship until he died just for him to be happy his last months and days. And I was going to do just that, fake it til you make it, right? Well when he started insisting he couldnt die a virgin and he wanted a child to carry his name after he passed, I broke down and ended it. I refused to feel forced to give myself to someone and ruin my life because they were dying and wanted sex and kids when I wasnt ready for sex with him and was in my freshman year of college. Unable to support a child on my own. He became angry. He lived a year from when they gave him only 6 months. I heard from him a few times before he died. The brain cancer made him someone he wasnt. He would go into bouts of anger, punching walls, he would call me a slut and a whore because I went back to my ex or was in a new relationship. The littlest things made him snap. I was convinced he hated me. So much so I refused to go to his funeral because I convinced myself he wouldnt have wanted me there, that he told his family he wouldnt want me there. A year after his death, his mom messaged me to tell me her son loved me, that he cherished every memory with me, that he spoke lovingly of me even minutes before he died. I think I needed to hear that and she for some reason felt compelled to tell me.

Now the guy I left my best friend and long term boyfriend for. He was my manager that was looking for a new roommate and he had accepted a new job at a different company anyway. My boyfriend at the time thought the roommate thing was a great idea. Little did he know. I went to see the apartment and make my decision, then began hanging out with him as a friend. I remember him asking my why my boyfriend never called or texted when I was over. We were in a tough patch that I couldnt really explain, other than hes too busy. It became an entire thing of I deserve someone to notice and that appreciates how smart and kind and beautiful I am. That wanted to talk to me all the time. I ended up leaving my boyfriend and a week or so later, this guy posted on Facebook he was in a relationship with me. He messaged me "Oops, I think I just told the whole world I want to be with you." His parents had already thought I was his girlfriend before this. He often got drunk and told all his friends and his mom he would marry me one day. I spent the night constantly at his place until my lease ended and I moved in... to his room though instead of the 3rd bedroom. This was 3.5 years ago. A few months later, he dumped me. Told me he couldnt be with me if he wasnt sure he wanted to be with me because I deserved someone who knew. I remember texting my ex how much of an idiot I knew I was because I gave up everything just to be hurt. PAUSE THIS STORY.

INSERT- in my tears of being dumped, I had planned to meet someone for a interview for school I needed to do. I was scheduled to meet him in an hour. I had been a grocery store cashier and he was a regular customer. One that always came to my line and even took me out for dessert on my last day at the store after my final shift. I couldnt stay in the house with the breakup so I went anyway, planning to pretend I was fine. Well he noticed within 30 seconds something was wrong so I fessed up. He had actually dumped his girlfriend the night before. I spent the next few hours crying to him in a little cafe in the city. He offered me his place to stay since he was about to be traveling for work and had a 3 bedroom apartment that would be empty anyway. I half agreed. He was in town a few more days so I spent dinnertime wit him, slept over a fer days to get used to the apartment. I slept with him which is not my best choice but there was something about this guy. I had butterflies near him, always. He always focused only on me... no phones or video games. Just me. He made dinner and meal prepped for me for the week he was gone on business. His touch was always like electricity on my skin. His kisses were just different in a good way. His voice was so sultry you couldnt tell him know on anything. He was fine with PDA which I actually enjoyed.. I enjoyed being shown off. He held doors open and was very much a gentleman. He had a job offer to move across country that he had just accepted. It was a massive promotion and pay raise. He has always told me if we had been together then, he likely would have turned the job down to keep me. He did ask me to move with him.. but I was a college student and I was set I wasnt able to go and was not wanting to do long distance again anyway. I went back to my real home, where all my belongings were.. back to where I had been dumped just a few short weeks before. The guy actually dropped me off there after picking me up at the airport as I needed to work in the morning.

RESUME. Back at the apartment, I ended up back with my former manager. Over the next 2 years, I found him sexting other girls pretty much the entire relationship. Trust is gone. He promises to go to counseling and sexaholic meetings. The one counseling meeting he scheduled, he got lost in bad traffic and gave up. The meetings, he went to maybe 3 total ever. But we are engaged now. Wedding planning is almost done and wedding is this year. My friends all know, my mom knows, my ex's know. They know the pain I've gone through and theyve had my calls when I found out over and over again. Once was while I was out of town for my grandfather's funeral that he was too busy with work to come with me to. He says he wont do it again. He hasnt that I know. But he may have just gotten better at lying and hiding it. And I'm marrying the guy. I've put out 20k for this wedding. I cant just back out now.

So here we are.

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agermanbetweenscots · 6 years

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Megan.

My bestie, my endless source of good music and my only friend where I wouldn’t be surprised if I ever have to bail her out of jail.

Megan was one of the first people to just take me we away from Tahlequah and do something outside of my bubble that was studying and dorm rooms. More than once I got kidnapped without knowing where Megan and Lois (her car) would take me today. Megan is so lovely country that it is almost a stereotype. She introduced me to Max’s, cowboy boots, backroading, Red Dirt Country Music (the ones that didn’t sell out), her slight pyromaniac tendencies when we made a random fire near a lake in the middle of the night and to ‘merica. She is the first person to have gotten me drunk (and I mean drunk). The other night at Max’s, as I promised her, I got drunk. The room spun, I had problems anticipating doorframes and entering pick-up trucks. She also got me drunk the following week because I didn’t eat before going out. Clearly that was a mistake. Two Gin and Sprite killed me that evening. She taught me line-dancing and two-stepping, is totally to blame for me buying boots, introduced me to my first taco (thanks to her brother Cody who brought them when he was the DD). With her I had my first s’mores, shot my first gun, drove a tractor and went fishing. She takes ages getting ready and when she says ‘ill be there soon’, it will still take ages for her to actually show up. She would probably not survive in Germany. Her humour cracks me up. She is so wonderfully sarcastic and you truly have to get to know her, otherwise that humour paired with her resting bitch face will make you believe she doesn’t like you. (I thought that for a very long time). She improved my country playlist – added artists like Jon Pardi, Cody Johnson and Turnpike Troubadours on there. Every time I would step into her car, I would leave with another 10 songs to add to my playlist. With her, I had my two roadtrips. A short one to Henryetta, that was so spontaneous, I don’t even know how that happened, and a long one to Denver, Boulder. Bristen, Megan’s friend went to school in the panhandle of Oklahoma. So when her friends’ graduation rolled around, we all got into Betsy (Bristen’s car) and were on our way.

The panhandle is strange. When you imagined Oklahoma as empty, rural and boring, the panhandle is the same but multiplied by 10. It is flat, dry and emptier (if that is even possible). The landscape doesn’t really help, as it’s a desert. Going on an exchange there would drive me crazy. Even I could not handle being there with no car. The uni is smaller than NSU, full of cowboys (students of agriculture), and because it is so close to Texas, the people identify with Texas more than they do with Oklahoma. We stayed with a friend of Bristens for the night, went to a party in a barn. The tittie-bar. And that was totally not what I expected. The barn was more of a hangar, some weird furniture in it and a bunch of drunk 20 something year olds. The drinks were two or three kegs (including keg-stands). I am happy I got to experience this, even though it was totally not my crowd. But this was Bristen’s thing anyway. The next day we were on our way to Colorado. We drove through Texas and New Mexico, fully complete with stops as soon as we would cross the border to take a picture at the state sign. A road trip in America is weird. It is this thing that has this taste of ‘wow, the great American road trip, freedom, endless roads and states to discover’ and I know that I really wanted to do that for as long as I could think. (Probably enhanced by Supernatural) But I don’t know whether it is the roads of the states we drove through – the great American Road trip would be awful if I had to do it by myself. The roads are mostly straight, there is nothing to see left or right, and all you do is drive for miles and miles past cows, farms and grasslands. The distances in America are incredibly different, and nothing changes. I am so glad I had Megan and Bristen to keep me going. But as soon as you see the rockies in the distance, the landscape changes and it becomes worth it. Even in May, they are still covered in snow and just really majestic. The first night we stayed in Denver and went bar hopping. Denver seems like a really nice city, and totally worth a visit. I had never been to that many bars in my life. We went from a German Brewery, to a champagne bar, to a shisha-club, to a roof terrace. The weather was unfortunate, as it started to rain but meh. Who cares, if you got alcohol, music and friends? After Denver we kept driving to Boulder and that was amazing. So young and vibrant. We had a really good breakfast in a hipster-café (although everything seems hipster-ish) before doing some shopping and some driving into the mountains. Sadly, it was really foggy and so I didn’t even see the mountains. Which is unfortunate because it was kinda the reason we came – to go hiking. Anyways, we drove up the curvy, steep roads, took some pictures at a lake before turning around and going back down. When exiting the car however, we noticed smoking tires. And Henriette, who has so much knowledge about cars, noticed something dripping from underneath the car. Making an executive decision – she was so sure it was the brake fluid. (What even is brake fluid?) After getting Bristen’s heart rate up and freaking everyone out, the brake fluid turned out to be the condensation of the AC, and the girls went back on their way. Luckily, the car and brakes and AC were fine. Betsy clearly just wanted more attention. The last adventure of the girls in Colorado was the visit to a dispensary. Weed or marijuana (don’t ask me to say this word out loud – the German accent comes out. Or make me say this, if you wanna crack Megan up. Me saying this word has actually become such a hit with her, that she makes me say this word to strangers when she’s drunk.) is legal is Colorado. And although I did not want any, I was very interested to see how buying some would work. Sadly dispensaries are racist and don’t accept foreign IDs. Unless it’s a passport. So I was kicked out after 2 minutes of staring at a poster listing the positive effects of THC. The next day was spent driving through Kansas for 10 hours. If you ever wanted to drive through Kansas – don’t. I understand now why Clark Kent learned to fly. To get away from there. If you think Oklahoma is boring – think again. There is truly nothing Kansas until you reach Wichita. Doing this for 10 hours was such a stretch. Even the internet is spotty. So I couldn’t even distract myself from the boredom with the social medias. The road trip was amazing though. Not only did I get to leave Oklahoma and had a blast with two of my besties but also I got to scratch of 3 more states. Which now puts me to 9/50 or 18%. Almost a fifth! Hurray. And it only took us three days and 1704 miles or 2742 km. When can we go again? I owe Megan so much. She easily became my best girl friend here, because she was so wonderfully uncomplicated and I think she enjoyed having me around to introduce me to the country ways. I can’t wait to return the favour in Germany, Europe or wherever. And – I am truly excited to spend the 4th of July and the epitome of ‘merica with her.

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wayneooverton · 7 years

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10 reasons not to miss Central Otago, New Zealand

Everyone seems to know about Queenstown and Wanaka these days in New Zealand. They aren’t exactly off the beaten path or bereft of tourists. But what if I were to tell you there is a magical land in between them, right next door, just waiting to be thoroughly discovered and explored?

Central Otago is the kind of place that kiwis know all about but isn’t overrun with tourists. I don’t know about you, but that is what I always look for when traveling. I like places that feel local.

Central Otago, or Central as it’s known locally, is just one of New Zealand’s many wild and untamed landscapes. Barren brown mountains, historic gold mining towns, and dry hot summers mixed with frigid winters makes Central a commanding forceful land. It’s rough and it’s beautiful.

From epic mountain biking to world class Pinot Noir, to an incredible foodie scene to quaint little towns just waiting to charm you, Central is a place that I find myself going back to again and again. It’s personable and quirky and everyone is pretty damn nice.

It’s comfortable. It’s beautiful. It’s delicious. What more could you want?

There are a million reasons to visit Central Otago. Here are my favorite reasons and pictures to show you why you should check out Central Otago too, next time you’re in New Zealand – enjoy!

1. Getting your wine on

If I had to hanker a guess to what most people know Central Otago for, it’s for the wine. The world’s southernmost growing wine region, Central is famous for it’s Pinot Noir (yum yum slurp slurp). Obviously that is how I first got to know it.

We would head over to the wineries at Bannockburn when friends visited or special occasions for classy long weekend lunches and cellar door tastings.

You’re definitely spoiled for choice here.

View from Carrick Wines in Bannockburn

Misha’s Vineyard’s new cellar door in Cromwell

Wooing Tree Vineyard in Cromwell

2. Check out them mountains

The mountains in Central are far different from the ones in other parts of New Zealand. I often feel like I’m on the moon when I’m up in the hills around Central. Dry, harsh and barren, the ranges are dotted with historic huts and old mining towns, rocky peaks and sparse outcrops.

Any time of year they feel wild and untamed. In winter they are covered in snow and you get crazy hoarfrosts, and in summer it’s so hot you’ll cool. In spring they bloom with wild thyme and flowers and in autumn they turn the loveliest shades of gold.

With little towns tucked in between the ranges, you often don’t have to look far for views.

My favorite way to experience New Zealand mountains apart from good old hiking amongst the hills is by scenic flight. In Cromwell you can hop in a chopper with Heliview and truly get a feel for what Central Otago is all about.

3. Come in autumn if you can

Personally, I love Central Otago in every season. In fact, it’s pretty much the only region in New Zealand that has four very distinct seasons.

But my absolute favorite time of year is in autumn – an East Coast and New England girl at heart, I love fall more than anything, and I’ve always struggled when I’ve traveled to places that don’t really have seasonal changes.

Lucky for me, I live in a place that does, and you can’t beat Central Otago in autumn for colorful leaves, seasonal foods, and even the wine harvests. It varies year to year but usually the colors begin to change around mid-April, and I always try to make sure I’m home for it, can you blame me?

4. Eat eat EAT to your heart’s content

Central Otago is for eating. Period.

The food scene in Central is fabulous, to say the least, and if you’re like me and you love a good feed, then look no further. From local cafes to elegant bistros even craft breweries to fine dining and fancy cellar doors to a good old pub, Central really does have food for all.

The foodie scene in Central has always been there but it’s only recently that it’s really getting a big boost. Good things are happening around food in Central Otago so pay attention.

I am not sure what it says about me, but as the years go by, I have actively started looking for foodie destinations to explore. I love food, especially when it comes with a story or two, and it was probably my favorite part of Central Otago. That and the wine.

Yes, the wine.

Oliver’s in Clyde is an absolute must

Carrick Wines has a great restaurant – eat outside on sunny days

Ferris Road Brewery in Alexandra also has great wood fire pizzas

Don’t miss out on the cinnamon scrolls at Armando’s Kitchen in Old Cromwell

5. Get all kinds of cozy in a cottage

I love a good cottage, and Central Otago has no shortage of lovely holiday homes and historic stone cottages to hide away in. It’s the kind of region that can be as peaceful or as busy as you decide it to be.

My favorite would have to be Lombardy Cottage hidden out in the middle of nowhere near St. Bathans. A serious labor of love, Lombardy is one of those places you think you’ll never find on the drive out to it, but once you walk inside, you never want to leave.

I dragged one of my Wanaka besties with me for a little writers girls retreat to Lombardy in autumn and it didn’t disappoint.

6. Pig out on all the fruit

Because of the hot dry summers combined with something about the soil that I don’t quite comprehend, Central Otago is one of the best places in New Zealand for fruit growing, especially for stone fruits like cherries and apricots, two of my favorite things.

Living on the South Island you learn to eat seasonally, and to buy directly from farmers when you can; there is no time of year I look forward to more than cherry season. Central Otago is chock full of orchards and fruit shops and stalls, and I often detour through Cromwell year round to pick up fresh fruit, and pick cherries in the summer.

And of course in autumn all the orchards turn the most magnificent shades of gold, perfect for a frolic.

Be sure to pop by the classic Freeway Orchard and get real fruit ice cream

7. There’s some quirky spots too

It would be New Zealand without some memorable quirky spots. And let me start by telling you about one of the coolest places I visited while I was in Central – Como Villa.

Not to be confused with Como in Italy, Como Villa is quite possibly the coolest and quirkiest winery in New Zealand. A couple of kilometers from Alexandra, or Alex as it’s known around these parts, Como Villa is thought to sit on an old vineyard from the turn of the century.

But the star of Como Villa is the tasting room, or the restored historic house from 1865, packed full of artifacts and historical bits and pieces that make you feel like you’ve stepped into a western. Or a Tarantino film.

And yes, there is wine. And it’s award winning too.

8. Soak up the Gold Rush history

In the 1860’s Central Otago was booming under the Gold Rush.

Thousands and thousands of people journeyed from all over the world straight away hoping to find there fortune in the wild lands around Central Otago. Today you can still see their mark and heritage on the land and many of the Central Otago towns were born from this Gold Rush.

Keep an eye out for the landscape that was altered by the miners, like the sluiced cliffs, water races dams, even stone cottages that share the story of the place.

9. Enjoy all the lakes and rivers

Like most regions around the South Island, Central Otago has some spectacular lakes and rivers, quite a few of which are manmade, most of which are bright blue and stunning.

I keep regular company with Lake Dunstan, a stunning lake along the shores of Cromwell which I often drive along on road trips from Wanaka. It was formed over 20 years ago as the shiny blue Clutha River was dammed up for power changing the local landscape. Looking at it now, it’s really hard to believe it wasn’t there a century ago.

Near Lombardy Cottage by St Bathans is another manmade lake called the Blue Lake caused by the gold mining sluicing over back in the 19th century.

Cromwell

Kawarau River and kayakers

Bannockburn

The Heritage Lake Resort in Cromwell where the villas overlook a harbor

10. It’s still a secret…

Oops, did I just blow the lid on it?

Have you been to Central Otago? Ever heard of it? Do you enjoy spending time in local spots when traveling? Spill!

Many thanks to Tourism Central Otago for hosting me in New Zealand – like always, I’m keeping it real, all opinions are my own, like you could expect less from me!

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