#3 Bedroom Apartments for Rent Short Term

[ellaa-writes]

konig and the reader are roommates; best friends with a slight attraction to each other. reader decides to go out clubbing with some girlfriends, showing off her tight dress to konig before leaving— which ultimately arouses him hardly ;))

konig let’s his dick get the best of him and goes through the readers pantie drawer (#pantiekink) and goes back to his room, jerking himself off to the reader’s panties.. and boom reader comes back early and catches him.

(show your post about writers block, though you could execute this idea perfectly)

So sorry this took so long to write. This ask was sent back in November. I got a little carried away while writing this. Love this prompt so much! Thank you for sending it in and hope you enjoy :) (not proofread) PART 2

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After a long week of writing essays, listening while your professors drone on and on and spending every waking second studying or working your part time job. Simply to say you were beat and exhausted. Wanting nothing more than to stay in, catch up on some z's and possible a few episodes of your new favourite show.

But atlas you received a last minute text from your BFF.

I'm picking you up at 8, better look cute.

Throwing yourself back on your bed, letting out a loud huff. Knowing damn well you won't be able to say no to her. A soft knock against the frame of the door brought your attention back to reality.

He was tall, brooding and all to yummy, as your friends say. Your roommate König stood in the doorway, taking up all the space. His head reaching right to the top of the frame.

"Hey, didn't here you come in." you said sitting up. You kicked your shoes off and began typing back your response.

"Got plans?" he inquired. Leaning into the frame, crossing his over his chest. Making every muscle tighten and bulge just how you like it.

"Hmm, Kate's dragging me to some bar most likely." you replied to him. "I better get ready now, knowing her she'll show up early." it wasn't a surprise that your friend group loved to show up at your place. They all loved to sit around and ogle your roommate.

After answering an ad in the university student paper, you found yourself being shown around a decently sized 2 bedroom apartment only a block away from campus. It was too good to be true and too good to pass up. The landlord explaining that the first room was already rented out. You didn't mind sharing with a male, he seemed more than tidy. And you needed away from the awful university dorm rooms.

First meeting König, that was one for the books. After hauling your belongings up the 3 flights of stairs. Of course the elevator would break the day your were moving in. Struggling to get the key in the door, only to be greeted by a 6'7 and 270 lbs man standing bare cheated in the kitchen. You damn nearly fell over. Needing a moment to catch your breath.

Kate went on and on for weeks about him. Telling you if you didn't make a move she will. You had to remind her she had a long term boyfriend and you were seeing someone at the time, which soon fizzled out.

"I don't understand why you never say no to her." he tried to rationalize. You pushed passed him on your way to the shared bathroom.

"It's better today yes than listen to her complain." you told him back. Shutting the door before he could say anymore.

You took a quick shower, making sure to shave every nook and cranny. Layering yourself in body butter and making sure to spritz extra perfume. You choose to leave your hair straight, and simple makeup.

Tapping your foot against the aged wood floor, having a hard time decided between a short tight black dress or to go more casual in shorts and a cute top.

"Go with the dress." König voice reached you from your door. Startling you out of your thought, causing you to drop the dress onto the floor. König walked right in, bending down to the floor and retrieving the skimpy black dress. Still on his knees he held it up for you to grab, his head was so close to your core which was now pulsing with desire. You cheeks were flushed as you snatched it out of his grasp.

"Thanks.." you said hesitantly, turning away from him. He left you in silence, closing the door on his way out. You pulled out matching pair of lace lingerie, the ones you buried deep in your dresser. A gift from Kate, you've never worn them so todays that day you do.

You took a deep breath before stepping out into the shared common area, König's attention was on the football (American soccer) game. The click of your heels drawing his attention away. You stood their, twirling your fingers around. Shrinking under his lustful gaze. König cleared his throat, adjusting himself in his pants.

"How do I look?" you asked bashfully, the heat of your blush rising up from chest and across your face. "You look...." he was lost for words, the way the dress hugged every curve. "You look beautiful." he stood from his seat, the fabric over his crotch pulling tight against his throbbing cock. He knew he shouldn't be having these thoughts about you.

But he couldn't help himself. From the moment he set eyes on you, he was entranced.

"Give me a little spin." he commanded. Taking two long strides, taking your hand into his and giving you a little twirl. The giggle that came out of your mouth went straight to his cock.

Bzzz BZZZZZZ

The apartment buzzer rang through the space, pulling yourself away you rushed to the com system. "I'll be right down." you yelled through it. Hearing a mixture of garble coming from the other end.

"I'll probably be home late, if not I might crash at Kate's. I'll try not to wake you." the words rushed out of you as you ran around grabbing the last minute items before shuffling out the door.

König didn't get a goodbye in, or a have fun. The pit of jealously boiling up in his stomach stopped him. He watched from the livingroom as you bundled into Kate's car, watching the tail lights disappear down the street. He turned his attention back to his football game. But he couldn't focus, the ache of his cock kept plaguing his thoughts.

Usually he reserved himself to either his or the shower. But he couldn't help himself, pulling out his throbbing cock. It was already hard as a rock, the tip angry and leaking just a bit. The first few strokes had him holding his breath. He needed more, abandoning his spot on the couch, dick exposed to the air. He found himself in your room. It was smaller than his, everything was messily thrown around. He made his way right to your panties drawer, digging in the back to find the black lace panties you hid.

He came back empty handed, the thought of you wearing them under the dress had his cock leaking down the front of his pants, making a mess. He settled on a satin pair, purple in color with a small rose in the front.

Seating himself back on the couch, panties wrapped tight around his member. Stroking himself with you panties, using his knuckles to muffle out his wonton moans. He was too focused on the duty at hand. He didn't hear the door unlocking and the soft click of your heals.

You walked down the hall towards the shared living area, seeing König still on the couch. Pulling the straps of your heels off you let the loudly clank to the floor. You were a little iratated but also thankful that the night didn't go as planned.

König's head shot around, eyes wide in horror to seeing you standing behind him. If you didn't know better, it was like you caught him in the middle of something. The closer you got, you understood why.

Konig had your favourite pair of panties in his fist. His leaking tip poking out the top, as fast as it happened he through a pillow over his lap to block your view.

Stumbling backwards you rushed out some apologies. Babbling on about giving him some space.

König didn't want space at all, he wanted you. His hungry eyes watching has the hem of your dress rose up your thighs, just about exposing you ass. He stood quickly, following you into your room.

"I'm so sorry." you kept repeating. The heat of the embrassment flushed on your face. König stood there, cock out as he tried to get you to look at him.

"OMG!" you screamed, quickly averting your eyes. "Doll look at me." he tried to get you to face him but you couldn't. "Can you please put it away at least." he found your question amusing. "Why? Does it scare you?" he asked back. You scoffed at him, but deep down it did just a little.

Yes you've seen a handful of cocks before but none of them compared to König's.

"No." you said quietly.

"Why don't you touch it a bit, it won't bite." he took a small step towards you. Your stained panties still in his hand.

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LMFAO ok he got a little pervy at the end. I kinda want to make a part two now.

[nectardaddy]

B.I.L.L.S , t. hanamaki

american hero. . . b.i.l.l.s. by towa bird

If I had a dollar then I wouldn't have to bother 'bout the bills. I'm so tired of paying rent.

pairing : hanamaki takahiro x f!reader

cw/notes : poverty/financial insecurity, conversation about/wishing for "what could be" (and a deep dive into the feeling of wanting), use of the pet name "sweetheart," humor as a coping mechanism, language, eating used as a metaphor, lots of metaphors in general, established long-term relationship, I am genuinely very proud of this fic so if you got tagged out of the blue that's why <3

word count : 2.6k

The apartment was dingy and run down, a muted tone of gray that submerged the entire cramped space into desolace. A desolace that bled into the other rooms, through the floorboards, through every nook and cranny of the compact unit - through the bones of the pair that inhabited it. Pictures and posters littered the drab walls. Old developed pictures and various music flyers stuck to drywall with bits and pieces of scotch tape - real frames were far too expensive - as they tried desperately to combat the dreary aura of the space. 

But it was difficult to fight against such longing; around every corner being yet another issue that would only ever be resolved with the one thing the pair didn’t have: funds. Air conditioning that went out every other month, as the landlord was too stingy to really fix it and complained with every call and maintenance request about the issue. Mold in the air vents, water pressure that was just short of a small stream, a lock on the door that barely bolted with a small chain lock that was used as a "replacement" that didn't really do anything. It reeked of dust and mildew, a musty smell that lingered no matter how many candles were lit and blown out. And trial and error to shut the, horribly painted, bedroom room; over the months they learned to turn the knob and slam rather than just slam. 

It was a constricted, at times uncomfortable; limited space meaning old cardboard boxes stayed within the living area or bedroom - mementos gathered dust that all but covered the unit entirely. Memories shoved in a box that would barely ever see the light of day, or simply, didn’t want to. Such a place didn’t deserve such warmth. A god forsaken space didn’t deserve the radiant coziness that came with trinkets and baubles, didn’t deserve the framed pictures - that would crash to the ground anyway, as the drywall often crumbled and fragmented - and surely didn’t deserve the mellow residents who resided in it. 

Both home from work, and both exhausted beyond belief, they sat together on an old, thrifted loveseat. A gaudy flower pattern that was stained and smelled of cigarettes from the latter owners, but a place to sit nonetheless. The man shuffled through a slew of mail, the woman, with her eyes closed and trying not to fall asleep right then and there, sat next to him. 

“I’m so fucking tired of paying this shit,” he grumbled before throwing the envelopes onto the rickety coffee table. A table that was discounted, dirt cheap, as one leg was cracked and wobbly. Oftentimes, it broke when too much weight was put on it, duct tape lined the connection between the leg and table itself. All it held was other envelopes - bills, an array of clipped coupons, and a long forgotten coffee cup, that’s rim was chipped and the handle cracked. 

“Then don’t,” the woman hummed in response, a cheeky reply to a serious notion. An exhaustion riddled in her voice that made him look over and sigh, heart strings pulled taut at seeing her weary form. “We can run away together and never have to see this shit hole again.” 

He stayed quiet for a moment, letting a pause settle between them. Allowed the sound of the fan in the far corner of the room to take over the silence he offered, the hum of it engulfed the room as it rotated to cool the entire apartment. “Maybe we should,” he sighed before a small smile pulled at his lips. “We can go off grid and everything, y’know they make shows about people that live like that, right? We could be famous.”

A breath of air passed through the woman’s nose as she chuckled, and she opened her eyes to look over at him. “You’re an idiot.” Even as she smiled at him, he couldn’t help but notice just how tired she looked. Her eyes were dark and hazy, unfocused even, as it seemed like all she wanted to do was close them again - to sleep. Her work uniform crumbled and wrinkled as she sat with her legs up on the small couch, too worn out to change upon coming, to what they reluctantly called, home. 

Home, to them, was coming back at odd hours. Never fully holding each other as the other had to whisk themselves away - to provide, to work. Times were fleeting, just as much as the money that came in. Gone within a second and drained from responsibilities. Every second together was taken with an ironclad grip, and sewn together with cups upon cups of coffee just to try and enjoy it all.

“Where would you want to go if we had the money to leave?” The off kilter question left his lips easily, without much thought put behind it. Because to him, that's all he ever thought about - leaving. He hoped one day he was able to scrape up enough funds, pack everything up, and leave the cramped unit all together with her by his side.

“Anywhere, honestly, this place sucks ass.” She groaned as she stretched her legs off the loveseat. A series of pops from overworked limbs hit his ears and made him frown - she didn't deserve to be this tired, not for this piece of shit apartment. Not for anything.

“I’m serious.” His normal, almost whimsical, tone went with the wind as he sat up a little straighter. He looked over to her with red tinged eyes, fatigued and strained, that swirled with an unforeseen worry.

“So am I.” A curt reply as she locked eyes with him. A realist, maybe a bit pessimistic to some, but the woman grounded herself in reality more than he. Didn't want to waste herself away with thoughts of what could be than what is. What could be was a sham, a figment of imagination she couldn't bear herself to think about often; as the thought of what is yanked her to the very pits of longing that she would later have to tear herself out of. 

“I know where I’d want to go.” A dream he hadn’t told her before, he wished he had the money to surprise her with it. But that day was far off in the distance, a mere glimmer of a memory, and he cracked under the pressure of wanting to share. At least this way, they could experience the dream together.

“Yeah? Where?” She closed her eyes again and let her head fall to his shoulder. 

“I’d want to go to Tokyo.”

She snorted at the thought, “spare me, Hiro, not this shit again.” A half hearted joke that landed a bit on edge, toed the line of snappy through drowsy laced words. A former wish she had heard before from him, a joke to only go to Tokyo to get piss drunk with friends. 

“No, not the bar hopping thing.” He assured and waved off the remark with a small chuckle. 

“Good, because you do that shit with Mattsun here anyway. You don’t need to drag me to Tokyo just for me to babysit you two idiots there.” Babysitting, truly, was an understatement to the woman. The thought made her cringe as she recalled past memories of his dear friend passed out in their bathroom, head in the toilet and completely out cold. 

“I want to take you to Ueno Park to see the cherry blossoms one day.” His voice was a twinge quieter than before, a bit breathless as he couldn’t believe himself for finally saying the dream aloud. Deep brown eyes shifted over to look at the woman, whose head still rested on his shoulder - completely silent.

The comment had her at a lack of words, letting another silence pass by them once more; but it lingered far too long. A silence that, as moments passed, began to have a weight to it and started to suffocate her. Every inhale became shallower than the last, and she couldn’t find it within herself to take a single breath more of the humid, musky air the apartment provided. She felt herself tumble into the gaping hole of wanting, needing, craving - pure, unbridled hunger for more than what is. A ravishing feeling that took her by the shoulders and shoved, falling head first into the empty, hollow feeling of what could be.

What could be was far from reality, what could be couldn’t happen.

She lifted her head from his shoulder and looked over at him, eyes a bit wider than before and lips parted through means to say something - nothing ever came. “You told me three years ago you wanted to do that.” Quiet words answered her unspoken question and she sucked in a breath. She remembered telling him that vividly, could recall the day to a tee as it held importance to her.

It rained that day, poured down onto the street as they ran back to their shared apartment - a better one than what they had now. Steps taken hastily, hand in hand, as he practically dragged her through the downpour with a laugh. Both forgot an umbrella, so they ran through the rain getting more and more soaked with every step. It wasn’t far from their unit, the pair only went down the street to a convenience store. But the storm they tried to outrun inevitability caught up with them, so the leisurely walk back home turned to a sprint.

Upon their return, they found themselves sprawled out on their bedroom floor. Their clothes drenched from rain and water puddled onto the hardwood underneath them. A silly action, to lay on the floor wet. But neither minded as they giggled and laughed with one another, enjoying the other’s company. 

Strawberry blonde hair stuck to his forehead and he raked a hand through it. A chuckle left his lips from an earlier conversation before he looked over at her once more, “if you could go anywhere in the world, where would you want to go?”

“What kind of question is that, Hiro?” A teasing tone laced within her cadence as she locked eyes with him. Bright and hopeful, full of love, and not an ounce of exhaustion swirling within them.

“One that I’m curious about, obviously, so indulge me.” The whimsy in his words was easily apparent, one of which she got used to quickly. And there was a sass in the timbre of his voice that muddled with care, a juxtaposition to his usual standalone brassiness. 

“What’s yours?”

“This isn’t about me, it’s about you.”

He watched the woman smile before she averted her eyes to the ceiling, scrunched her brows in thought a moment before she looked at him once more. “Probably Ueno Park, in April, to see the cherry blossoms.”

“Are you serious? Anywhere in the world, and you want Tokyo?” He never looked away from the woman throughout the conversation, and when she met his gaze once more he smiled. 

“Did you ask just to make fun of me, asshole?”

“No, god no.” He laughed, lips pulling into a silly smile before he took her hand in his own. “I’m just trying to figure out where I should ask you to marry me one day.”

The inescapable feeling of want consumed her, leaving nothing left behind as she was swallowed whole. A swirling sensation in her stomach that sickened her, made her ill to think about too long as all she could do was stare at him. “Takahiro.” Her words fell to a whisper as eyes flickered between his own, desperately trying to gauge the situation but to no avail. “You can’t be serious?”

“As a heart attack, sweetheart.” The smile he had started to falter, and the concern that saturated her eyes made his heart sink. But through that concern, the smallest, most miniscule, glimmer of need shone through. Even through tired, bloodshot eyes and a tinge of cynicism, she wanted the dream just as much as he, if not more.

“Hanamaki,” she breathed. “Be real for a second-” But she was cut off as he turned to face her, the old loveseat squeaking under the shift of weight, and he took her hands in his own

“I am being real, so put that name away.” Erring on defensive, put a care behind it that she couldn't ignore. A rare seriousness in his voice that made her swallow hard. “I’m taking you to see those damn cherry blossoms at some point, and when I do I'm asking you to marry me.” 

She opened her mouth to say something but promptly shut it, not knowing what to say to the man. But she felt as the ravenous feeling turned to a starved, almost primal, one. Felt her stomach twist into knots at the thought - she wanted to swallow the notion completely. Needed to feel the crunch and snap of it in her mouth, wanted her teeth caught in it, needed it to be consumed until nothing was left. She abstained from could be for too long and needed to devour the concept entirely. 

But could be wasn’t what is. What is left a bruise, tender and raw, that left a rotten taste in her mouth. She felt the urge to spit out the thought as it circled within her mind like a vulture, ready to dive within a split second. “But-”

“We will, I swear.” He cut off her protest and squeezed her hand. But to no avail, as she only looked at him with a sense of apprehension.

“But we're-” 

“I know, I know,” he sighed. Brown eyes slid over to the envelopes on the coffee table, bold red letters catching his attention that made him close his eyes. “Believe me, I know.” A disheartening belief that caused him to take a deep breath before opening his eyes again to look at her. He brought a hand to her cheek, pale fingers gently brushed over her skin with a warmth that was inviting, loving, and selfless. He gave her a small, out of sorts, smile, “but I want to do this. For you. For us. Hell, because we deserve to do something nice. I want us to have something to look forward to other than the same, shit ass, walls everyday.” 

She paused a moment, let his words sink in, before she bit down hard on the concept and refused to let go. “Ok,” she nodded carefully. “Alright, we’ll go to Ueno Park one day.” Could be tasted sweet and savory, mouth watering to think about. It eased a craving that deflected from what is - so just this once, she let herself free fall into it. “Do you even have a ring to ask me with?” 

His smile pulled into a grin at her question, and he chuckled. “Would you say yes to a ring pop?”

With a paltry laugh, she leaned into his hand that was still on his cheek. “As long as it's strawberry, then absolutely, you dumbass.”

“Strawberry it is, sweetheart.” 

However, he didn’t really need the sweet, confectionary ring. In one of the many old cardboard boxes within the living area and bedroom that collected dust - a particularly well kept, small box hidden in the back of their tiny, shared closet - was a ring he bought three years ago. Bought shortly after the conversation was had, when he still had the money to stretch. Stuffed between memories that would barely ever see the light of day, because a place like this didn't deserve such warmth.

But the warmth was willingly given anyway, whether the pair knew it or not.

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[shinycollarboneapologist]

a tale of brief encounters (and the one time it actually isn't so brief)

(part 2 to clandestined, or the one where matty tries to call elle’s bluff)

word count: 8.6k

content: MINORS DNI! mentions of alcohol and drinking, matty is a jealous baby, mutual pining, george cockblocks, smut, fingering in front of a mirror, and matty uses the term “good girl” a lot, also slight age gap (3 years). (i also have not read through this yet, so please do not hesitate to tell me if something is wrong or weird thank u)

with the turn of the season comes the inevitability of elle’s trek home from the hectic haze of school and work and the return to some sense of normalcy. it’s inundated with the promise of rest and relaxation, a chance to stretch her legs and finally start cracking on that growing pile of “to be read” books or change up her style, get cracking on those internship applications. it also comes with the promise of returning to george’s couch, a tradition dating back to when she initially committed to a university and moved out of their shared childhood home. It was the promise that both would have a month or so of uninterrupted brother-sister bonding time (it also gave her the opportunity to work and make money without having to pay rent). 

the season changes and so does she, trading in her sweaters for shorts and sundresses; its unnaturally hot for this time of year and the sun is fully shining instead of peaking through the clouds. it’s early in the morning when she gets the call from george that he’s outside with a borrowed van. stomach flipping, elle tells him that she’ll be down in a moment. there’s that underlying promise that there would be someone with him. it was tradition after all for george and matty to come to get her. she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about him once these past few weeks. but her unrelenting anticipation is soon replaced by disappointment at the sight of a lone george waiting outside the building. it’s short-lived, though, as she finds herself quickly distracted by loading up the van with some of her essentials. she’s hardly lifting a finger because in true george fashion he’s lugging most of the heavier items, a bit begrudgingly but he’s doing it anyway.

the ride back to his is smooth. there’s not many people on the road due to the time of day, and he even makes it a point to stop and get the both of them some fast food breakfast and coffee along the way. george asks about the internship and elle answers, raving about the london office and all of the coworkers she has yet to meet and how one of her roommates was also awarded a position there so the duo plans on commuting together. elle asks about the guys, carefully skirting around the topic of his own roommate. and after he talks about ross and hann, she doesn't bring up matty, a bit too scared to ask where he is or how he’s been. his absence is felt in the car all the way home and elle finds herself having to push away dangerous thoughts of him more often than she would admit to. 

the apartment is empty when they arrive, much to elle’s dismay. a smile replaces her frown, though, as not to seem too dejected. even if there was no kiss, no longing, no desire, she still would miss him and his antics and the big welcome home that he’s always given her. the day passes by as she makes herself at home in the small two bedroom apartment, claiming a shelf in the bathroom and setting up a stake on the pull out couch. it almost feels empty without matty messing around and hiding her stuff as she tries to organize herself. she can’t help but feel dejected in a way, chest feeling heavy as she tucks herself onto the couch after the long day. 

sleep comes easy, but doesn’t stay that way. it’s late when elle hears a clanging by the door, the jingling of keys and giggles coming from outside in the hall. not this. it takes a second for the door to open and the culprits to be revealed. 

matty’s wrapped around another girl, lips feverishly pressing to her own and hands roaming her body. its dark, but the small amount of light coming in from the door is enough to illuminate the way he’s pressing himself against her. she’s gasping, her own hands clutching onto him and pulling him close. there’s stifled whispers falling from his lips, elle can hear the hush in his tone, and his friend’s incessant giggling. the door to the hallway shuts and he begins to move her inside, closer to where elle is trying so viciously to not be seen. bile rises to her throat. 

“oh, hey there, ellie belly,” he hums. 

ellie belly. the nickname weighs heavy on her brain, he hasn’t called her that in ages. and surely, she had thought something would change following the kiss and the things he muttered into her ear and the way his hands gripped her waist. but evidently, it’s still the same. at least it is for him. 

she rolls over, wanting the couch to just fold back up and crush her with it, but not before his eyes meet her’s and he sends her a wink in the dark that turns her stomach. 

“who was that?” the dark haired girl breathes out, as he begins to back her into his room. 

“no one important, s’just my roommate’s sister,” the door is shut and that’s when the tears come. 

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elle is pretty good at avoiding matty for a few days. 

she pushes herself to stay longer at the office, take the longer train ride home and the more scenic walk up to the apartment building. and it’s easy to do so. he’s rarely home when she is, and even when he is around there’s not many interactions between the two of them that aren’t mediated by george. 

“you going out tonight?” george asks, walking up to the bathroom that she had been hogging for what he saw as hours. his face comes to view in the mirror as he pokes his head into the open door. 

elle smiles at him, nodding as she lowers the music playing from her phone, an old throwback song, “yeah a couple of the interns wanted to celebrate the completion of our first week at the office.” 

he returns the smile and steps into the room, leaning against the threshold of the door with his arms crossed over his chest, “hope it doesn’t end up as a repeat of your eighteenth birthday. you remember that?” 

eyes narrowing, she puts the curling iron down and turns to get a full look at him, scoff falling from her lips, “it will not!”

“that’ll teach you to go shot for shot with me and matty,” he’s full on grinning now, “spent most of your night in this bathroom here if i’m correct.”

his words bring elle back to the flavored vodka and redbull induced night, can still taste the bitterness on her tongue and the copious amounts of sports drinks she had consumed to not spend her night in the hospital. it all started when matty made a comment on the “girly” drink she had in her hand, challenging her to take a sip of his much more “macho” mixed drink. it wasn’t half bad, surprisingly, and he promised the girl that he would buy her as many as she wanted so long as she finished them all. an opportunist at heart, elle accepted but soon found herself clutching her stomach and being led out of the dingy london club by george and matty, her friends and the rest of the guys trailing behind the three of them. the night got foggy from that point on and the first thing she can vaguely remember is waking up in george’s bed with a cool rag on her forehead and a pounding headache. 

“enough from you. it was all matty’s fault anyway,” elle chides, turning back to the mirror to continue fixing her hair. 

“oh yeah, because he force fed you all those drinks,” george tuts his tongue against the roof of his mouth. 

“alright, get out before i burn you with this,” elle waves the iron at him. he only holds his hands up in mock surrender. 

“do you need a ride? i think matty’s heading out tonight, was gonna dd for him. can always drop you off as well,” george asks as he exits, leaving elle to ponder the thought. 

“where’s he going?” she tries not to seem too enthralled by the question, instead trying to busy herself with the hot curling iron and a stubborn strand of hair, “i’m not gonna ask you to taxi me around if he’s going somewhere and i’m out of the way.” 

she hears george utter the name of a club. it’s familiar, has her pausing the music to hear him again as he repeats it. the curling iron slips from her hand and there's a slight burning sensation bubbling up on the skin on the top of her foot. 

“fuck!” 

when the realization of matty being at the same club finally sinks in, the hot metal doesn’t seem so painful. she reaches down quickly and grabs the tool, placing it back on the counter. 

“elle, are you alright?” george asks, poking his head back into the bathroom. 

“yeah. i’m fine,” she mutters, more so trying to convince herself than anything, “guess i’ll take you up on that offer, then.” she gives him a half-smile. he nods apprehensively, but doesn’t push the issue. and elle is grateful for that. when he dips out of the room once more, she lets out a long, exasperated sigh. 

she was fucked.

matty returns moments before they’re set to leave; the first time elle has seen him solo and not entangled with one of his friends. his presence cuts into her bravado with a knife, tugging on the threads of her confidence and pulling against them until they’re taught enough to snap. she finds herself messing with her outfit more, playing with the straps of her dress and fiddling with the hem. he notices, because he always does, and offers her a sly smirk, lips curled around his teeth. if things were different, it would have hit her right in the gut, eliciting a burning sensation. and while it did that now, elle was conflicted with a sense of wanting to shy away from it all. 

in a turn of events, matty lets elle take the passenger seat claiming the back of the van is “too decrepit for sweet ellie belly.” she cringes at the nickname, rolling her eyes as she slips into the passenger side. his eyes are hot on her neck, burning holes into her skin. she can feel them lighting little fires, a stark comparison to how cold he had been to her the week prior. 

the ride is quick, her thoughts muted by george and matty’s antics. her stomach churns when george asks if matty plans on bringing home a friend tonight. the older boy only laughs, his eyes catch elle’s before he slips out of the van, offering a sly smirk and a stomach-fluttering wink. elle is nauseated and thankful that he’s ran ahead to meet up with his friends at the door. 

“call me if you need anything, yeah?” george smiles from the driver’s seat. elle nods, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before she follows matty’s suit and slips out of the car. loud music permeates the air of chatter around the entrance which is saturated by the bodies of those waiting to get in or enjoying a smoke. there’s no sight of matty, though, and elle is thankful for that. she just wants him to stay out of her hair and out of sight for as long as possible. 

“elle!” 

elle pivots on the balls of her feet, spinning around to see charli and sophie. she wraps her arms around her friends as they squeal and cheer their hellos, despite the annoyed glances from those around them.

“is that george in the car?” charli quips while they pull away. she raises on her tippy toes to attempt to see in the van that’s slowly pulling away, tugging her lowcut top down a bit and fluffing up her hair, “go ask him if he wants to come have a drink. s’on me.” 

“don’t be weird, char.” elle groans, dragging her friends towards the entrance after turning to wave george off. 

the club is packed, littered with bodies from wall to wall. and despite the lack of room to move let alone breathe, elle is happy. it leaves little to no anticipation that she would be forced to interact with matty. the girls are quick to distract her from it all, buying her drink after drink and shot after shot. the music is vibrating through her body, mixing with the alcohol she’s quickly consumed to create a sense of euphoria. she needed this. 

“that guy over there has not stopped staring at you since we came in,” sophie smirks, handing elle another drink. her head nods over the girl’s shoulder and elle twists around to follow her gaze. 

sure enough, a guy; about six foot with a mop of golden curls and tattoos littering his slender arms, has his lip tucked between his teeth. his aloof demeanor matches the off-set smirk thats on his face. elle won’t deny he’s attractive, she has a type clearly.  a small, bashful smile pulls at her lips. she offers him a wave, which he returns. elle is quick to turn around, giddy as she faces sophie once more. 

“he’s coming over.”

“no he’s not, shut up,” elle’s cheeks feel warm, stomach twisting in delight.

sophie nods, wide eyed, “elle, he’s uh right behind-”

“hey,” his voice is deep, sending a shiver down elle’s spine as he finds his place carefully next to her.

“hi,” she returns the gesture. if the lights in the club were not so dim, she was sure he would see the rising flush from her neck. 

“what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?” he quirks, nodding his head at her.

“am i not allowed to be here?” she tilts her head to the side, looking up at him with doed eyes.

“never said that. think running into you made my night significantly better, actually,” his arm worms its way around her waist and elle’s smile only deepens. she curls her lips around the straw of her drink, sucking down the bitter liquid while keeping her eyes locked on his.  

his name is alex. he’s a musician in a local band, lead singer and guitar player. he grew up ten-minutes from where elle’s family moved and he was actually in her maths class. 

she has a type. 

her attention is only pulled from his momentarily. and in that moment she’s kicking herself for even looking away.

across the bar, matty is stood nursing a drink. he looks like he’s paying half a mind to it as his head bops to the beat. their eyes lock for only a moment. his attention is pulled down to the arm around her waist and the guy slung around her neck. alex’s lips are hot on her skin, albeit a bit messy. a soft gasp falls from her parted lips, consumed by the thickened air around them. her eyes fall shut as his teeth drag over the sensitive skin just under her ear. 

when her eyes open, matty’s gone. 

“well well well. what do we have here?”

even in her alcohol induced euphoria, elle would recognize the timbre of that voice anywhere. the way his lilted pronunciation rolls off his tongue, hangs in the air like smoke and vanishes away before she can hang on too tight. his presence usually elicits flutters in her stomach, a pounding in her chest and a bright smile. this time, however, the disdain burns heavy on her tongue. he’s got a thing for being places he shouldn’t be at the times where its least opportune. the hand on her waist tightens, drawing her in closer to the stranger’s grasp. she wants so badly to remember the guys name, it sits untouched on the tip of her tongue because the only name she can remember is-

“matty,” elle huffs, “what are you doing here?” 

“just wanted to see how little ellie belly was doing,” he reaches up and ruffles her hair. it draws a chuckle from the man wrapped around her (andrew? jamie?). elle feels her shoulders slump, stomach twisting instead of fluttering. matty doesn’t relent, “though, it looks like she’s doing alright for herself.” 

“do you know this guy?” scott! his name is scott, asks from next to her. 

“unfortunately,” elle mutters, crossing her arms over her chest. 

matty snorts with a roll of his eyes, “i’m matty. and you are standing way too close to the precious cargo.” his hand is outstretched, staring directly at the arm wrapped conveniently around elle’s waist. she feels small under his gaze. and even smaller as the man stood next to her reaches out his unoccupied hand.

“alex,” their hands collide in an uncomfortable sound, “and i’ll stand right here until she decides to tell me off. which i hope she doesn’t, by the way.” 

matty’s tongue rolls against his teeth. it clicks against the roof of his mouth as an emotion elle has yet to pinpoint washes over his face. he covers it up quickly with a half-lipped smile, looking between the two of them, “next round on me?” 

he does buy the next round, with alex soon following with another and there was a third bought by matty and a fourth by alex. with each slam of an empty pint glass and smirk thrown in her direction, elle feels like she’s shrinking. small enough to weasel away from the testosterone induced challenges that have been plaguing her ears for the past thirty minutes or so, but alex’s hand sitting firmly around her waist and matty’s darkened stare are enough to keep her in place. 

“is one of them about to pee on you? or is the meat-fest pointless?” sophie huffs, though she’s already downed another drink bought by matty. 

“this is getting ridiculous. i just want to get out of here,” elle sighs. 

it doesn’t matter how loudly either of the girls talk. the two men are paying them no mind. instead,both of their chests are puffed outwards and elle can tell from the way matty is standing that he’s trying to appear taller than he is, though he and alex stand around the same height. its paired with their obnoxiously timed sly digs in between the casual conversation about alex and matty’s one shared common interest: being musicians in a local band. 

manicured fingers reach up to tug on the sleeve of alex’s shirt. there’s no budge. no movement aside from the arm that was once around her waist slipping a bit. brown eyes dart down, and a smirk rises on matty’s lips. elle feels sick. he looks pretty pleased with himself. she needs to work harder, remind the man that was so wrapped up in her moments ago that she was still standing there. so, she tugs again. 

alex shifts to face her this time, dazed smile on his lips. 

“do you wanna get out of here?” elle all but begs into his ear; she just wants to be put out of her misery of watching the mirrored images bicker. 

“oh…oh…yeah,” he nods. thankful, elle lets their fingers intertwine.

“we’re gonna head out. see you, matty. thanks for the drinks,” she nods her head in matty’s direction. 

his expression is unreadable, like he’s mulling over something in his head. as annoyed as she is, elle would kill to be able to crack open his brain to see what exactly was going on in there. the wheels were definitely turning, whether good, bad or indifferent. as badly as she wanted to get out of there, she more so would spend the next few hours picking his brain. yet, alex serves as a viable distraction. a means to break her from the matty-induced spell. 

alex extends his hand out to shake matty’s once more. the brunette looks down at the outstretched hand, then back at the way elle has so comfortably enclosed herself around alex’s arm. he meets her eyes, eyebrows arched in an “are you sure about this?” expression. 

“why are you looking-” 

“dunno if you want to take her too far, mate. she might blow chunks on those nice new trainers you got there,” matty seethes. 

elle stiffens, hoping that the otherwise loud roar of the conversations around them and the overwhelming bass of the music would drown out the sound of matty’s voice. his words hang around in the thickened air, though, long enough for alex to slowly lower his hand. 

“matty-”

“mate, what are you talking about?” alex chuckles uneasily. 

“meant what i said. was her birthday. at this very club, she got so shit-faced couldn’t even walk straight. yacked right in that corner that she was probably about to take you to,” matty continues, vindictive bites laced within the syllables that fall from his mouth. elle so badly wants to catch them all, bury it all deep below the surface. this has never happened before. he’s never done this. 

“matty, stop,” she pleas. her requests fall as quickly as alex lets her hand drop. 

alex, all six-foot, messy auburn-hair, guitar playing lead-vocalist of him, laughs beside her. 

“think that’s the same night you belted out shakira the whole way to the cab? right, elle?” matty’s looking at her, expecting an answer. but how can she answer when her tongue feels heavy against the roof of her mouth? when the words she wants to utter are jumbled and foreign? how can she answer when the one person that’s always made her feel like the only person in the room is treating her no better than the lime he discarded on the bar?

he doesn’t wait any longer for a response. instead he continues, “it was a fucking mess, dude. the bouncers had to cone it off. my brand new trainers were stained.” 

elle’s chest feels tight, throat constricting as she tries to gasp for air. she would much rather deal with matty’s incessant stare, the darkened gaze and the brooding attitude than have him obliterate any chance with blonde-haired alex right in front of her. when the two of them laugh in cohesion, she feels a knife puncturing at her heart, eyes glazing over. 

she’s worming her way away from the group before she can hear anymore of what matty so graciously has to say. the tears come before she can make it all the way outside, ignoring the concerned stares from strangers.

 the cobblestone lined wall provides little relief to her heated body, heart hammering hard against her rib cage. she’s gasping for air, choked sobs drowning out the bass from inside. never in her life did she believe that of all people matthew fucking healy would be the one to take the piss out of her. it was bad enough that he’d pretty much pretended like she didn’t exist the entire first week of her arrival, ignored her texts. was this how he felt all along? was their friendship instilled in convenience of her stroking his ego when she complimented the band?

her shaking hands cover her face as the sobs rack through her body. she’s pathetic, feeling no bigger than the ants that crawl on the sidewalk. she envies them, despises them even. they at least get to crawl away from their problems and are able to get squished under the shoes of those that don’t care about them. meanwhile, she’s helplessly tangled up in the one problem she has. 

matty.

“elle?! where the fuck are you?” his voice collides with her ears oppressively. her stomach twists, “why- why did you leave?”

he’s out of breath; shoulders rising and falling quickly.

she puffs out a laugh, wiping at the tears that have collected under her eyes. 

“why did i leave? are you that fucking dense, matty?” 

he gulps, adams apple bobbing. 

“can you go get sophie and charli for me? i want to go home.”

“thought you were catching a ride with me and george,” matty takes a step towards her. its tentative, like he was mulling the action over in his head before he did it. so, he can think. he just picks and chooses when to do so. 

“don’t want to be anywhere near you, actually.” 

she watches as he winces and rubs over his heart, “sheesh. that one hurt, sweets. wait, are you crying?” matty’s face softens but she turns her face away. 

“elle.”

“leave me alone, matty,” she mutters. its pathetic the way her heart raps against her ribs harder as his hand comes in contact with her shoulder. the tiny little fires under her skin burn brighter and faster than ever before. 

“why are you crying?” he presses, tone unwavering.

“I’m not,” her voice betrays her as a sob escapes between her parted lips. 

he scoffs, “then what’s all this?” 

“i just don’t understand what i did to make you hate me so much,” elle sniffles, rubbing at her eyes. 

“what are you talking about?”

she inhales slowly, “you, fuck, you made me look like a fucking idiot. Fucking telling him all those embarrassing stories, won’t even look me in the eye at the apartment, avoiding me like the damn plague. matty, if you hate me, just fucking say it.” 

he’s quiet. 

he’s quiet and she’s fucked it. again. 

“if you regret kissing me just say it. i can take it. m’a big girl.”

matty stares at elle. long enough that she can feel his eyes burning holes into the side of her face. her head spins again, resonating within her brain is the sound of silence. its loud, overpowering her racing thoughts. she wants him to say something, anything. matty could recite the abc’s to her and she would be content. 

“say something.”

he flicks the butt of his finished cigarette to the ground. if it were any other person, she would have scolded them for littering, chastise them until they picked it up. but matty did it in a way that had her heart racing. his eyes coast over her when she finally looks at him again. her own eyes plea with him. elle needs him to say something, wants to hear the words that will finally put the nail in the coffin. if he rejects her maybe all those years of pining and going after guys that look and act like him will be in the past. maybe she can move on from the love sick crush she’s been harboring for so long. maybe. 

“eleanor daniel, are you dense?” 

“what?”

matty’s frame looms over her, pressing her body up against the wall as if he needed her to stabilize him, “i asked if you were dense.” 

she’s never seen him look at her that way before. 

“i don’t know what you’re getting on about, matty,” elle gulps. she can feel her heart beating in her throat; a rhythmic thumping that she’s positive he can hear from how close he is to her. his hand comes to rest at the base of her neck, thumb stroking over the heated skin, “just wish you would stop being so mean to me.”

“i don’t hate you. i want you, elle,” he exhales, “so fucking badly that it’s killing me knowing i can’t have you.” 

its her turn to be struck into silence, chest rising and falling slowly under the weight of his palm. her tongue juts out to flick over her bottom lip, blinking slowly. 

“you what?”

“you’ve been plaguing my thoughts since the last time i’ve seen you. but it can’t happen again,” matty murmurs, voice falling just above a whisper, “it shouldn’t have even happened the first time. you were crossed, didn’t want that to be the first time i kissed you.”

“you’ve been thinking about kissing me?” 

“do you only speak in questions?”

“only when it comes to you.” 

they stand in a comforting silence, though its tensed by the way his hand slides down from her neck to the curve of her waist. its slow, sensual and leaves a trail of goosebumps on her exposed skin. he leans in close to her and elle is almost convinced that he’s about to seal the space between them by pressing his lips against her own. the very lips she’s thought about at least ten times a day in the weeks following their last kiss. he doesn’t, though. instead he leans to her ear, hushed whispers against the shell of her ear. 

“i want to kiss you again, elle. but we can’t.”

she shudders, eyes fluttering closed as he presses a kiss just below her earlobe, “says who?”

“the laws of physics. george.” his voice is muffled as it reverberates against her skin, hand coming to rest on the back of his neck. 

“george doesn’t have to know,” she refutes, nails dragging along his skin. he shivers underneath her hold. 

 its quiet again, aside from the cars that drive past and the occasional melodies escaping from the constant opening and shutting door of the club. 

“are you drunk right now?” matty asks, eyes pouring into elle’s as he lifts his gaze. his eyes are dilated, chocolate brown irises almost non-existent in the wake of his enlarged pupils. 

she shakes her head, but he pinches at her side.

“n-no. are you?”

“no.” 

his lips find hers before she can even find the courage to ask him to do so. its softer than their first kiss, slower and exuding a sense of comfort from their longing. he tastes of the bitter whiskey he had been sipping on the whole evening, yet it was uniquely matty. a taste elle was sure she would never get off the tip of her tongue. his hands wander over her body, falling from her waist to the curve of her ass through her jeans. they settle there, squeezing at swell. her mouth falls open in a gasp and he takes the initiative to slide his tongue between her lips. 

elle moans, and that’s when matty’s movements come to a screeching halt. he pulls back hastily though she’s frozen in time, lips still pursed and chin still tilted towards him. 

“we can’t do this again,” he hushes, moving his hands from over her jeans to rest at her waist once more.

“matty-” she exhales. she wants to ask him how he can kiss her like that and then decide on his own accord that whatever that just was is to never happen again but he’s quick to cut her off with a bruising kiss. it’s hard. the way his lips collide with her own and the force behind him as he pushes her back up against the cool cobblestone of the wall. the bricks dig into her back, yet elle pays them no mind as she lets herself get lost in the kiss. her hands move from the back of his neck up to the hair at the nape of his neck, twisting and pulling at the unruly curls that habituate there. he groans against her lips, gripping at the bare skin of her side. elle’s almost certain that there will be moon shaped marks left tomorrow but she has half a mind to care. 

the marks would prove to her that this was real.

–

its late. its late and the impending sound of her alarm is enough to make elle question her own sanity as to why she’s staring at the cracks in the ceiling instead of sleeping peacefully. she rolls over and reaches for the phone that’s plugged in beside the makeshift bed, eyes squinting as she tries to make sense of the bright screen. 2:04. groaning, she tosses the device aside. instead of peacefully falling among the pillows, it clatters to the floor, the noise disturbing the otherwise serene apartment. getting up to grab it would ruin the promise of sleep, yet she was feeling rather thirsty and with the kitchen only a few strides away maybe it made sense to lazily remove herself from the warm blankets. she’s pulling herself up with a sigh, fetching the phone from the floor and gently placing it on the arm of the couch, and makes her way to the kitchen. her steps are lithe and careful, not wanting to ruin the sound sleep of the two other occupants. 

her back is to the threshold, hands nimbly searching the familiar scuffed cabinets for a glass. she retrieves one, hips swaying to an unsung melody that ricochets through her head along with thoughts about matty and the events of the past few nights. the longing and the waiting and the kiss, how could she forget about the kiss? there’s still a phantom memory of it that lingers along her lips, almost as if he wanted her to remember. did he want her to remember? or was the “this can’t happen again” that he uttered true? and if that were true why did he look at her like that before? why did his body encapsulate her up against the wall? why did he breathe down her neck to elicit goosebumps? why did he avoid her at dinner? why does he barely hold a conversation? why-

“can’t sleep?” 

elle jumps, soft shriek falling from her lips. she snaps her head around, eyes locking in on the culprit in the dimly lit room. matty, of course. he looks like a vision; sleep stained eyes, hair awry on the top of his head and hips adorned with low hung pajama pants. her heart races and she’s not too sure if its from the man stood before her or the way he invaded her thoughts. he always invades her thoughts. 

“hasn’t anyone ever told you its rude to sneak up on people, matthew?” she chides, setting the glassware down on the counter beside her.

“hasn’t anyone told you that its rude to leave people hanging, eleanor?” he counters, arms coming to cross over his chest. 

“you’re the one who said that it couldn’t happen again. i was just seeing to that,” she utters and takes a step towards him. 

he scoffs and with a roll of his eyes he follows her lead, stepping forward as well. his eyes trace down to her hips, lingering on the curve there. elle usually cowers under his stare, but this time she feels a sense of bravado wash over her. he’s not as intimidating as he thinks he is. 

“i’m not drunk,” she urges, arms tentatively reaching out towards him. elle half expects matty to shove her away, “or high for that matter.”

but with another step forward, he’s got her backed into the counter, “neither am i.”

elle swallows thickly, her throat feeling constrained under his darkened gaze. he looks starved, depleted of whatever she was offering and she wanted to give it to him, regardless of the implications at hand.

“so kiss me.” her voice is barely audible over the sound of their labored breaths. 

“what was that? couldn’t hear you, sweets.” his hand rises to rest at the base of her neck, almost possessively. it matches the heat in his glance and elicits a wave of fire beneath her skin. 

“i said kiss-” 

before elle can finish her request, matty’s lips crash into hers. they fill in the void that was once left behind, molding and pulling. there’s sparks reverberating through her skin, clawing through her bloodstream. this kiss feels different. for what it lacks in the awkward learning of what makes the other tick, it’s garnered the all expansive exploration of putting those pieces together.  its all teeth and tongue crashing into one another. his teeth dig into her bottom lip, tugging at the tender flesh. a surprised gasp falls from her occupied lips, granting matty the access he needs to slip his tongue into her mouth. elle presses herself up against him in an attempt to pull him impossibly closer. 

the counter digs into her back as matty’s hands roam all over her body through the thin t-shirt she’s adorned with. she needs more, craves more to dull the ache that’s overtaking her from within. as if he’s read her mind, matty’s knee pushes it’s way between her legs and presses deliciously into her heated center. with a swivel of her hips, she’s overtaken by a radiation of pleasure. it’s a small wave washing over her, but its enough to satiate the climbing impatience that’s growing inside of her. she feels his leg prop up more, an invitation for her to buck and grind against his knee as much as she likes. and she does. over and over, building a rhythm that has her aching for more. 

“can feel you soaking my knee through these sorry excuse for shorts, darling.” he groans against her lips. 

all she can do is whine, digging her hips a little deeper. maybe if she shifted up a little more-

“i’ll give you what you need, sweet girl. just be patient.” 

she’s been patient for weeks on end, having to pretend that the desire bubbling deep within her was nothing more than a farce. it takes everything in her not to whine, though she’s pretty positive he would like it more if she did, as he pulls away. 

“get on the counter,” he utters. there’s a commanding tone though his voice is nothing more than a whisper. elle stands there, stunned into silence and paralyzed with want. her breaths are baited, eyes tracing over his face for a few times. everything seems to set in at that moment: what she was doing, who she was doing it with, the proximity of her brother, the nagging feeling in her chest and the desire pooling in her core. she feels like she could melt into the floorboards, be washed away with the rain. the feeling of his lips linger on her own, she still feels the traces of him in her hair. 

“did i stutter? or do you need me to do that for you, too?” 

her mouth opens but nothing comes out in time. 

their tryst is up as the sound of a door being swung open pulls them from the heated embrace. matty steps away, quickly and for the first time in all the years that she’s known him, elle can see a trace of fear on his face. he's breathing heavily and situating himself a few paces away from her heated body. elle is positive her own reaction mirrors his as george pokes his head into the kitchen. 

“all right?” he yawns, ��so fucking dark in here. we pay the electric bill for a reason.” his large hand reaches around to flip the light on, leaving all three of them to blink blearily. 

elle grabs the once abandoned cup from the counter, chugging down the rest of the water. it all feels too much: matty consuming her with his heated stare, wearing the remnants of her arousal on his knee while george is a few centimeters away drinking orange juice from the carton. the silence is unbearable, eating her alive bit by bit until she’s nothing more than a mess of herself- fragmented and torn to pieces. 

“as fun as this has been, i have to piss. goodnight again,” george presses a sticky kiss to elle’s forehead and is off, venturing into the dark of the living room. 

elle doesn’t exhale until she hears the door to the bathroom shut. 

“see you in my dreams, ellie belly,” matty hums while offering her a whimsical smirk before he stalks off as well. 

this is sick. sick and twisted and if elle was the tiniest bit religious, she would be on her knees right now begging for forgiveness. she should be sleeping, blissfully surrendering to the lulls of peace. but instead, she’s thinking about animalistic groans, the pressure between her legs and a mop of curly hair. the kitchen is cold and lonely without the heat of his body pressed against her. there’s a phantom of his knee lingering between her legs. she could cry, which seems to be the only thing matty’s been good at making her do recently. 

a door shuts in the distance, and with it closes the small opening she had. the floor looks like a promising place to crumble up and wallow. 

but it’s late and the red numbers on the microwave only burn an unwanted reminder into her brain that she has to be up in a few hours. as she rounds the corner between the kitchen and the living area that she was residing in, her eyes fall to the slightly ajar nature of matty’s door. she gulps. it’s never been left open before, especially not this late at night. because he usually has a girl over, her conscious reminds her. she could be such a bitch sometimes. elle chews on the inside of her lip. what if he just forgot to close it? what if he’s not in there? what if he really meant it couldn’t happen again? 

she toys with the idea of just going back to sleep, though she knows that sleep won’t come easy and the promise of being able to get off with matty is more enticing than the comfort those pillows would offer her. maybe he would let her grind up against his knee again, or dip his head between her thighs and use that sinful mouth on her until she was shaking.

her legs carry her through the door before she can construe another miscalculated scenario in her mind. chest rising and falling as she pushes the door shut behind her, hand gripping onto the handle like her life depended on it. she had half a mind to twist the door open again and slip out, hoping he didn’t notice her. she could play it off like she thought it was the bathroom. she could pretend that she was confused or sleep walking or-

“thought i would be able to call your bluff,” he grins wryly once the door is shut. elle spins around to stare up at him, breath caught in her throat. he’s lost the shirt he was wearing before, plaid pajama pants hanging low on his waist. her eyes dare to travel from his waist, but she doesn’t know if she has the strength to keep off of him if she does.

they’re at a stand-off; squared away and facing each other. elle’s mind is spinning out fantasies about what it would be like to be one of the girls that gets to spend the night tucked away behind these four walls. and by the way he’s staring at her, she feels as if she’s been caught. she wouldn’t put it past him to be able to read her mind.

“just wanted to bring you water,” she blushes, offering him a sheepish smile.

“you don’t have any water in your hand, elle.” matty comments from his stance in front of his dresser, arms crossing over his chest and head tilting to the side. 

she feels exposed, shying away from his gaze and turning around to face the now closed door once more in an attempt to make a run for it. maybe this was a mistake, a bad idea shrouded by the thoughts of matty and his devilish grin. 

“oh. silly me, must have forgotten it i-”

“you didn’t come to bring me water, did you? you came here to finish what we started, hm?” he’s pressed up behind her. his lips are on her neck, pulling a breathy sigh of his name from her mouth, “use your words, elle.” 

she could fold right there. his tongue pokes out and licks a trail up to her ear, “i’m waiting, sweet girl.” 

but how could she think let alone speak with the way he’s touching her and kissing her and making a mess of her brain. her thoughts feel scrambled and mushed together. she melts into his stance, mewling lowly. every nerve ending in her body feels as if its aflame. there’s no way to extinguish it alone, at least not with the way he’s dragging his fingers around her thigh and sucking deep welts onto the exposed skin of her neck. 

“please i’m so-” his fingers trail up her thigh, pushing the lame excuse of shorts to the side. skilled fingers find her clit, rubbing slow circles over the sensitive bud. she whines, head falling back into his shoulder. its the relief she needed, craved even. but she needs more, wants more.

“wet. you’re so fucking wet for me, dirty girl,” his teeth pull at her earlobe as he finishes her stuttered thought, “is this what you wanted? hm?”

“yes, want- fuck, want,” his pace on her clit increases, head feeling heavy. 

she moans lowly, reaching down to grip at his wrist. he lets her, watching her blissfully as she puppeteers his hand against her cunt. 

“feels good, doesn’t it?” matty grins. all elle can do is sigh out a whine, squeezing her eyes shut. her nails dig into his wrist, “i know, pretty girl, i know. need you to be quiet for me. can you do that?”

she nods, bottom lip tucked between her teeth.

“being so good for me,” matty’s lips drag down her neck, teeth scraping over the bruised area from before. an unabashed moan falls from her lips. he’s quick to turn her head towards him though, sealing his lips to hers in a heated kiss. the last thing they both need is an intrusion from the other house guest.

he swaps his fingers for his thumb, using the leverage to slip a finger inside of her. she clenches around him, the action going straight to his untouched dick that’s hidden within the confines of his pajama pants. elle feels it pressing up against the swell of her ass.

“matty,” she mewls against his lips. its hard to think with the way his finger dips in and out of her, almost in time with the motions of his thumb on her clit. she’s writhing against him, legs feeling as if they could give out any moment.

his long finger slides in and out with ease, toying and teasing at her silky cunt. she nips at his bottom lip, tugging the plush flesh in between her teeth. a low moan rumbles up from his chest, and elle’s convinced its the prettiest sound she’s ever heard. the sound is imprinted in the depths of her brain, something she knows she’ll think about for the rest of her life.

“think you can handle another?” he puffs out, slowly pulling his lips back from her to search her face for approval. 

she nods quickly, mouth falling agape as he adds another finger. his fingers work in and out of her at a blinding pace. his own mouth falls open as he mirrors her face, watching her only a moment before he’s pressing his lips back to hers to capture all of the broken moans that slip into the air. 

elle’s facade is crumbling, quickly. a familiar yet distant burn brewing in the depths of her stomach, a rubber band that's almost ready to snap. matty adds a third finger. elle hisses at the blissful stretch, eyes rolling back into her skull. she’s done for.

“you’re still such a needy thing, aren’t you?” his teeth drag along her neck, trailing a line straight to her jaw. he presses heated kisses along her jawline. his fingers hook up inside of her. and that’s when he finds it. 

if elle was in heaven before this had to have been the vip club. a choked sob lingers in the air, cunt clenching around his fingers. 

“right there,” she chants the syllables over and over like an oath, the words floating out in the heated space between them. and who is matty to deprive her when she looks so pretty begging like that? his fingers dip in and out, finding the exact spot each time. her knees wobble, hand gripping onto his shoulder for support.

“gonna fucking dream about the way you’re clenching on my fingers like this. letting me fuck you like a good girl,” he moans into her ear. its almost too much between his fingers deep inside of her, the sinful whispers in her ear and the sound of her arousal filling the room. she’s close, the rubberband stretching thin as she’s about to snap.

“you close?” he asks. she nods languidly and he hums out his approval, “you wanna cum?” 

elle nods again, almost scared to let herself speak. she’s so close, can practically taste the promise of the sweet release. another moan of his name falls from her lips, she feels him shudder from behind her. eyes squeezed shut, in total euphoria. 

“open your eyes, elle,” he husks into her ear, “want you to watch yourself as you cum.” 

elle’s eyes open slowly, locking with the eyes of her reflection in the mirror. she’s never seen herself like this before; cheeks flushed, eyes wild, lips swollen. she looks as fucked out as she feels. its the image of matty behind her, his own lips parted and hushing the filthiest sayings into her ear that has her clenching tightly around his fingers and choking out an almost too-loud moan of his name. he shushes her, working her through her release with a soothing kiss to her lips whilst he slows down the onslaught of his fingers. his unoccupied arms wraps around her quivering body, holding her upright as she gets rocked by wave after wave. 

“so good, sweets. you did so good for me,” he coos, kissing at her cheek. matty slips his fingers out from her, leaving elle to whine at the loss of fullness. he laughs. elle half expects him to wipe his fingers on the strewn towel on the back of his door. that’s what every other guy has done before, at least. 

he doesn’t though. instead he pops the digits into his mouth, sucking off her liquid arousal from his fingers. she stares at him, wide-eyed as he moans around his own fingers. matty’s eyes pour into her own. she finds it hard to catch her breath.

“taste even sweeter than i imagined,” he smirks at her dumbfounded expression, “oh, sorry. should i have offered you one? s’kinda greedy of me that i took all three for myself.”

“oh. uh.. no. no thanks,” elle blinks blearily, swallowing thickly, “i’m uh… i’m gonna go uh.. clean up and head to bed. thanks for that.” 

“not a problem. anytime you want another mind-numbing orgasm, you know where to find me,” he grins cockily.

elle’s cheeks sting but she can’t fight back the smile that’s curling on her lips, “sure thing.”

she smooths the hem of her shorts down, blinking a few more times as she hastily walks towards the door. there’s no way in hell that that just happened. it was something ripped straight from her thoughts, a mirrored image of the way she’s been thinking about him for weeks. her chest rises and falls quickly, hand reaching for the door knob. she needs to lay down immediately.

“oh and elle?,” he calls just as her hand comes in contact with the cool metal of the handle.

she tilts her head towards him, “hmm?”

“i meant it when i say i’ll dream of you,” he offers with a smirk and pink tinted cheeks. 

and in that moment, elle know she’s going to dream of him too. 

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A lot of local cities have focused their efforts on regulating short-term rentals like Airbnb’s, but this is the first regulation that calls out co-living by name. A large home on Hallet Street has been getting the stink eye from neighbors for months. They remember when it went into foreclosure as a 4-bedroom, 3-bath home. Then they started seeing workers. They said the workers told them they were reconfiguring it to 7 bedrooms, which led them to start asking more questions. The company behind the project is HomeRoom, founded in 2018 by a Prairie Village man, which has expanded to include six metro areas across the nation.

Tracy Thomas, a former member of the Shawnee City Council, was one of the residents concerned about the housing trend moving into Shawnee. She and others were concerned it could lead to a dramatic influx in renters, more people parking on the street, and shifts in home values. “Co-living sounds wonderful at first, but you have this juxtaposition of people who care about their homes and people who don’t,” Thomas said.

But when Shawnee approved the ban last year, officials said they were trying to eliminate situations where homeowners were treating their homes like apartment buildings and renting rooms to several people.

There was a federal lawsuit, but it was ultimately thrown out.

In the end, it just feels like it's another "we can't have the poors in our town >:(" which I see a lot of around here. I mean, Lenexa just denied using an abandoned hotel for a homeless shelter in the last couple of days. The comments I saw when the idea was first put forth were straight vitriol. It's one of the few things I agreed with my dad on - these people just hate anyone who is "lesser" and doesn't have the money to live.

Like, why the fuck is it better to let buildings sit empty when someone can actually make a use for it? But noooo, my tax dollars can't be used for other people! Why would I want to have any compassion for others? Gotta make sure it goes towards moving the Chiefs to this side of the state line instead.

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This is a luxury furnished 3-bedroom and 3-bathroom apartment for rent in Kololo, Kampala, Uganda: Property Details - Location: Kololo, Kampala, Uganda - Property Type: Luxury Apartment - Bedrooms: 3 - Bathrooms: 3 - Size: 200 square meters (approximately 1,938 square feet) - Floor: 5th floor - Views: Beautiful views of the city Interior Features - Spacious living room with large windows and high ceilings - Modern kitchen with granite countertops, appliances, and cabinetry - 3 bedrooms with built-in wardrobes and en-suite bathrooms - Master bedroom with walk-in closet and private balcony - High-speed internet and satellite TV connections available - Air conditioning and heating systems Exterior Features - Secure parking for 2 cars - Backup power generator - Water tank and reserve water supply - Beautifully landscaped compound - Gated community with 24/7 security Amenities - Swimming pool - Gym/Fitness center - Children's playground - Nearby shopping centers (Acacia Mall, Kololo Shopping Center) - Access to public transportation - Close proximity to restaurants, bars, and entertainment options - Nearby hospitals (International Hospital Kampala, Kampala Hospital) Lease Terms - Minimum 1-year lease - 1 month's' security deposit - Rent payable in US Dollars - Daily rate is 150 US Dollar - Monthly rate is 2000 US Dollar Available also on short stays Agent: Gipson Read the full article

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This is a luxury furnished 3-bedroom and 3-bathroom apartment for rent in Kololo, Kampala, Uganda: Property Details - Location: Kololo, Kampala, Uganda - Property Type: Luxury Apartment - Bedrooms: 3 - Bathrooms: 3 - Size: 200 square meters (approximately 1,938 square feet) - Floor: 5th floor - Views: Beautiful views of the city Interior Features - Spacious living room with large windows and high ceilings - Modern kitchen with granite countertops, appliances, and cabinetry - 3 bedrooms with built-in wardrobes and en-suite bathrooms - Master bedroom with walk-in closet and private balcony - High-speed internet and satellite TV connections available - Air conditioning and heating systems Exterior Features - Secure parking for 2 cars - Backup power generator - Water tank and reserve water supply - Beautifully landscaped compound - Gated community with 24/7 security Amenities - Swimming pool - Gym/Fitness center - Children's playground - Nearby shopping centers (Acacia Mall, Kololo Shopping Center) - Access to public transportation - Close proximity to restaurants, bars, and entertainment options - Nearby hospitals (International Hospital Kampala, Kampala Hospital) Lease Terms - Minimum 1-year lease - 1 month's' security deposit - Rent payable in US Dollars - Daily rate is 150 US Dollar - Monthly rate is 2000 US Dollar Available also on short stays Agent: Gipson Read the full article

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How to Choose the Right Apartment Size for Your Needs

Choosing the right apartment size is a crucial step in ensuring a comfortable living experience. Whether you’re moving to a new city, downsizing, or upgrading your lifestyle, finding a space that meets your needs without exceeding your budget is essential. At The Urban Loft Co. Downtown, we offer a variety of loft apartment sizes, each designed to suit different preferences and lifestyles. Here’s a guide to help you choose the perfect apartment size.

1. Assess Your Lifestyle and Daily Routine

Your lifestyle should play a major role in determining the right apartment size for you. Think about your daily activities and how much space you need for them.

Living solo: If you live alone, a one-bedroom apartment or even a spacious studio might be ideal. These options offer a balance of privacy and functionality, especially if you don’t need a lot of extra space.

Entertaining guests: If you love hosting friends or family, a larger living room or loft with open-concept spaces can make gatherings more enjoyable. Consider apartments with private balconies or spacious common areas for entertaining.

At The Urban Loft Co. Downtown, our fully furnished apartments are designed to accommodate various lifestyles, making it easy to find the right fit.

2. Balance Comfort with Budget

Budgeting is a key factor in selecting an apartment size. While larger apartments provide more space and flexibility, they also tend to come with higher rent and utility costs.

Set a monthly budget: Determine how much you can comfortably spend on rent, including utilities and other expenses. Remember that at The Urban Loft Co., our rental packages include utilities and Wi-Fi, simplifying your monthly budgeting.

Weigh needs vs. wants: While it might be tempting to go for a larger apartment, ensure you aren’t paying for unused space. For example, if you don’t work from home or frequently entertain, a smaller, cozier loft might be more cost-effective.

3. Consider Your Future Plans

Your future plans should influence your apartment size decision. Are you planning to stay long-term or just for a year or two? Will your lifestyle change soon?

Short-term vs. long-term stay: If you’re only planning to stay for a short time, a smaller apartment may be more practical and affordable. On the other hand, if you’re settling down for a few years, investing in a larger space might offer more comfort.

Potential lifestyle changes: If you’re expecting changes, such as a new job, a pet, or remote work, it’s wise to choose an apartment that can accommodate those future needs. Our pet-friendly apartments and lofts with open layouts are perfect for flexible living.

4. Evaluate Apartment Layouts and Features

The layout of an apartment can significantly impact how spacious it feels, regardless of its square footage. A well-designed apartment maximizes usable space and enhances comfort.

Open-concept layouts: At The Urban Loft Co., many of our apartments feature open-concept designs, which make smaller spaces feel larger and more inviting.

Private balconies: If outdoor space is important to you, consider apartments with private balconies. These provide additional room for relaxation or entertaining.

Built-in storage: Evaluate the storage options available. Our lofts offer smart storage solutions, ensuring that even smaller apartments have room for all your essentials.

5. Explore Apartment Options at The Urban Loft Co. Downtown

At The Urban Loft Co. Downtown, we offer a range of apartment sizes, from cozy one-bedroom units to spacious lofts, each thoughtfully designed to meet the diverse needs of our residents.

Fully furnished apartments: Moving in is hassle-free, as each apartment comes fully furnished with modern furniture and appliances.

All-inclusive pricing: With utilities and high-speed internet included in the rent, budgeting is straightforward.

Pet-friendly environment: We welcome pets, making it easy for you to bring your furry friend along.

Prime downtown location: Our apartments are located in the heart of downtown Jonesboro, offering easy access to local dining, entertainment, and cultural attractions.

Final Thoughts

Choosing the right apartment size is about finding a balance between your lifestyle, budget, and future needs. Whether you’re a young professional, or a  student,

looking to enjoy urban living, The Urban Loft Co. Downtown has the perfect space for you.

Ready to find your ideal apartment in Jonesboro,AR ? Explore our available lofts or contact us today to schedule a tour. Let us help you find the perfect place to call home in downtown Jonesboro!

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I was listening to the radio. The discussion was the housing/cost of living crisis, as it often is. They had callers ringing in. One lady called in and she had something v interesting to say, which might help put some things into perspective. (I'll preface this by saying, I understand that cost of living and minimum wages are different in every country. I live in western europe.) She was saying how she and her husband were well educated, they live in the capital of my country. She and her husband have moved up the ladder career wise, constantly moving companies every few years in order to gain raises and maximise their earning capacity. They have both gone as far as their professions will allow, meaning they are at the top. They get paid the highest for their profession. They have done everything they can to max out their earning capacity. There is no getting higher unless they leave the country and even then its a gamble. She is earning 45k a year, her husband 36k meaning collectively as a two income house hold they are clearing 81k before taxes, so they their take is probably around the 70k mark (I don't know this lady's financials but we can imagine of that 70k, the cost of food, rent, utilities, dental, medical, clothes for work, the potential of a car... see how quickly that 70k is disappearing. She did not disclose how much savings they had but they app had more than enough for a downpayment.) The bank is obviously factoring this in... They were looking at maybe a 3 bedroom semi detached or even terraced house. Here's what new builds are costing in the surrounding areas of the capital.

this picture below is the 4bed 3 bath new build semi detached. 475k. thats nearly half a million euros. Its interesting to note that this is what the new council houses look like

The above are much older houses. They are mostly in okay aeras. None of them are in trendy or super affluent areas, those houses are well beyond a million, sometimes multiple millions. None of these examples are mansions, but they are all hitting the half million and up to a million mark. Sure, I hear you say, why dont they just move outside the capital? Well, 1) the commute is even longer 2) Nearly all our major jobs are based in the capital, and our second biggest city/hub is just as expensive. 3) the houses outside the capital are not much cheaper 4) car insurance in my country is insanely expensive. We're talking in the thousands. But I digress... The bank told them that they need to clearing over 110k to get a mortgage. (Though, they are paying astronomical rent on a one bedroom apartment in the capital. w/o obv the bank aren't considering that if they weren't paying insane rent, this would be freed up for the mortgage.)) There is no where else from which to squeeze another 40 grand, unless one of them gets a second full time job! They already put over 40 hours into work, w/o factoring commute back and forth, extra time in the morning getting ready etc, so realistically they are both putting in an extra 15 to 20 hours putting them at 60 hour weeks. They have put having kids on hold due to this and finances. What I'm trying to say is.... the two highly educated professionals pulling 70k a year is not your enemy. The cards have been stacked against us all by vulture funds, its constant price hikes by corporations responsible for our food and every day living necessities bragging about record profits for 5 years running, governments taking back hand payouts, ceos taking eye watering bonuses whilst their workers struggle to eat or live out of their cars. Its greedy landlords hoarding properties for short term lets, and companies like airbnb demanding to be brought to government conversations about housing with only their self interest in mind.

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Why Geelong is the Perfect Place for Long-Term Rentals: Top Benefits and Tips

Finding the right place to settle down for the long term can be challenging. Whether you’re relocating for work, looking for a quieter lifestyle, or planning an extended holiday, finding a rental that feels like home is essential. Geelong offers the perfect blend of city convenience, coastal charm, and affordability, making it an ideal destination for long-term renters. This article explores the key benefits of choosing long-term rentals in Geelong and provides tips for smoothing the process.

Why Long-Term Rentals in Geelong Are in High Demand

Geelong’s popularity as a rental destination has surged in recent years. One major reason is its strategic location. Situated just an hour’s drive from Melbourne, Geelong offers a quieter lifestyle without sacrificing access to the amenities of a bustling city. Many people find Melbourne’s rental market too competitive or expensive, prompting them to explore more affordable alternatives like Geelong.

Moreover, Geelong’s vibrant community and stunning coastal environment provide a perfect balance for families, professionals, and retirees alike. With its strong job market, excellent schools, and an array of leisure activities, it’s no wonder many people are turning to private rental houses in Geelong for their long-term accommodation needs.

Benefits of Choosing Long-Term Rentals in Geelong

Affordability Compared to Major Cities

The cost of living in Geelong is significantly lower than in Melbourne or Sydney. Long-term renters can find spacious homes with modern amenities at a fraction of the cost. This affordability allows residents to enjoy a better quality of life and save money for other priorities.

Diverse Housing Options

Geelong offers various rental properties, from cosy apartments in the city centre to family-friendly houses in quieter suburbs. There are also opportunities to explore long-term holiday rentals, which provide the comfort and convenience of fully furnished homes ideal for extended stays.

Proximity to Nature and Beaches

Living in Geelong means you’re never far from the great outdoors. Stunning beaches like Eastern Beach and Torquay are just a short drive away. The proximity to natural attractions makes Geelong an excellent choice for people who value a healthy, active lifestyle.

Thriving Job Market

Geelong’s economy is thriving, with opportunities in industries like healthcare, education, and manufacturing. Many renters find it convenient to work locally while enjoying the perks of coastal living.

Community and Lifestyle

Geelong offers a strong sense of community, with welcoming neighbourhoods and various events throughout the year. Whether you enjoy cultural festivals, outdoor markets, or sports events, Geelong has something for everyone.

Challenges Renters Face and How to Overcome Them

Despite its many benefits, renting in Geelong isn’t without challenges. Competition for high-quality rentals can be intense, especially in popular suburbs. Renters often struggle to find properties that meet their needs, such as pet-friendly homes or properties close to schools.

Solution 1: Start Your Search Early

Planning gives you more time to find the perfect rental property. Begin your search at least a few months before your intended move date.

Solution 2: Use Trusted Services

Navigating the rental market can be overwhelming, especially for newcomers. Partnering with a reliable service like Short and Long Stays can streamline the process and ensure you find a home that fits your lifestyle and budget.

Solution 3: Be Clear About Your Needs

List your priorities, such as the number of bedrooms, proximity to amenities, and whether the property is pet-friendly. Clear communication with property managers or landlords can save time and reduce stress.

Tips for Making the Most of Long-Term Rentals in Geelong

Research Suburbs

Geelong has diverse suburbs, each offering unique benefits. For instance, consider suburbs like Belmont or Highton if you want a family-friendly environment. If you prefer a lively atmosphere, the city centre might be ideal.

Understand the Lease Agreement

Before signing a lease, ensure you understand all the terms and conditions. Pay close attention to the bond amount, notice periods, and maintenance responsibilities.

Inspect Properties Thoroughly

Always inspect a property before committing. Check for any signs of wear and tear, and don’t hesitate to ask questions about utilities, appliances, or included furnishings.

Stay Connected to Local Services

Geelong has excellent community resources, from healthcare facilities to public transport. Familiarise yourself with these services to make your transition smoother.

Why Choose Short and Long Stays for Your Rental Needs?

If you’re looking for a hassle-free way to secure long-term accommodation in Geelong, Short and Long Stays is here to help. We specialise in providing comfortable and well-maintained rental properties tailored to your needs. Our team understands renters' challenges and is dedicated to making the process as easy and stress-free as possible.

Whether you’re seeking a cosy apartment or a spacious house for your family, our extensive portfolio of private rental houses in Geelong ensures something for everyone. With our local expertise and personalised approach, we’ll help you find the perfect place to call home.

Get in Touch Today

Ready to find your ideal rental in Geelong? Contact Short and Long Stays today to discuss your requirements. Call us at 03 7042 6649 or email us at admin@shortandlongstays.com.au. Let us help you make Geelong your perfect long-term home.

Also Read - Top 10 Property Amenities Renters Look For in Rentals

Property management for Geelong vacation rentals

The Growing Demand for Short-Term Rentals in Geelong: What You Need to Know

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Service Apartments Bangalore: Affordable rent, cozy stay, and memorable vacation

Are you looking for a unique accommodation option in Bangalore that offers affordable rent, a cozy stay, and a memorable vacation experience?

What are Service Apartments?

Service apartments are fully furnished apartments that provide hotel-like amenities and services, such as housekeeping, room service, and 24-hour security. Service Apartments Bangalore are perfect for travelers looking for a comfortable and convenient stay without the hefty price tag of a hotel room.

Benefits of Choosing a Service Apartment

1.       Affordable Rent: One of the biggest advantages of staying in a service apartment is the cost-effectiveness. Compared to traditional hotel rooms, service apartments generally offer lower rates, making them a budget-friendly option for travelers.

2.       Cozy Stay: Service apartments are designed to provide a homely atmosphere, with separate living and dining areas, fully equipped kitchens, and comfortable bedrooms. This allows guests to relax and unwind in a cozy environment.

3.       Memorable Vacation: Staying in a service apartment can truly elevate your vacation experience. Whether you are traveling with family, friends, or solo, the space and amenities offered by service apartments make for a memorable and enjoyable stay.

Why Choose Service Apartments in Bangalore?

1.       Convenience: Bangalore is a bustling city known for its vibrant culture, IT hub, and beautiful parks. Choosing a service apartment in Bangalore allows you to explore the city at your own pace and return to a comfortable and convenient accommodation after a day of sightseeing or business meetings.

2.       Flexibility: Service apartments in Bangalore offer flexibility in terms of stay duration, allowing you to book for short or extended stays as per your requirements. Whether you are visiting the city for a weekend getaway or a longer business trip, service apartments can cater to your needs.

3.       Local Experience: By staying in Service Apartments BTM Layout you get a chance to experience the local culture and lifestyle up close. You can shop at the nearby markets, dine at local restaurants, and immerse yourself in the vibrant ambiance of the city.

Conclusion

service apartments in Bangalore offer a perfect blend of affordability, comfort, and convenience, making them an ideal choice for travelers looking for a unique accommodation experience. Whether you are visiting the city for leisure or business, choosing a service apartment can enhance your stay and create lasting memories. Next time you plan a trip to Bangalore, consider staying in a service apartment for a truly rewarding experience!

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Guest House Plans: 3 Tips for Choosing the Right Layout

Summary

Guest house layouts ensure comfortability, versatility, and space maximization. This article helps house owners explore popular guest house plans and critical considerations for choosing the perfect design for tour buildings.

Table of Contents

About Guest House Plans

Benefits of Effective Plans for Your Guest House

Understanding Guest House Layouts

What is a guest house layout?

Common Layout Styles

Explore the Most Popular Guest House Plans

1. Bedroom Guest House Plan

2. Bedroom Guest House Plan

Key Considerations When Choosing A Layout

1. Purpose and Target Audience

2. Available Space

3. Guest Comfort and Privacy

3 Tips for Choosing Your Guest House Layout & Plan

1. Start with a floor plan.

2. Consult With Professionals

3. Consider Future Needs

Conclusion

Frequently Asked Questions

Whether it is for the holidays, a random social event, a meeting, or even traveling customers, being able to provide lodging for your guests while providing them with the same level of comfort as if they were in their own homes is the primary purpose of a guest house.

Comfortability in guest houses hinges on the suitability of the designs and plans from the start. Good guest house plans help align your building goals while leaving room for versatility, functionality, and maximizing comfort.

This article addresses choosing the right layout for your guest house to ensure it gives your guests a homey feeling.

About Guest House Plans

Guest house plans refer to the design and layout of a house, a small house or cottage intended for temporary accommodation for guests. When building a guest house, it is always better to prioritize comfort, versatility, and also small space maximization. The following are key characteristics of a comfortable guest house:

A homey environment: Your guests should feel like they are home away from home when staying in your guest house. To help guests feel at home, you should provide necessities and essential appliances.

An accessible location: A guest house must be easily accessible by visitors. Prioritize building in an area that allows accessible entrances and exits. Also, ensure that the building is not obstructed by other buildings or hidden behind the main building. If your guest house is for rent, an accessible location takes off the weariness that comes with the difficulty of locating a guest house.

Privacy: It is essential that guests and visitors feel like they are in their own homes and have total independence in the building. You should ensure that your guest house provides adequate privacy to your guests.

Benefits of Effective Plans for Your Guest House

Effective guest house plans offer numerous advantages. Some of these include:

Quality customer experience: Strategically planned design of every corner and spot in a guest house improves the experience of staying there, and with such satisfaction comes an improved image of the guest house.

Efficient use of space: Good planning makes a room functional when extra spaces are efficiently maximized.

Increased value of property: With more room for extra facilities that meet customers’ needs and wants, the value of your guest house property experiences a boost.

Additional income: Apart from being a place to host visitors, families, and friends, you can also lease your guest house for short-term or long-term rent to travelers or home seekers. This will serve as an additional stream of income for you.

Understanding Guest House Layouts

What is a guest house layout?

A guest house layout describes how the various components and spaces of the guest house are functionally arranged. It involves the placement of the walls, doors, rooms, and windows in the guest house to serve as a temporary home for its guests.

Common Layout Styles

Deciding on a layout for your guest house depends mainly on factors like size, the versatility of the space, and the feel, whether modern or more historic.

Here are common layout styles for guest houses;

One-bedroom standard layout guest house: This offers only one bedroom and is like a one-bedroom apartment. It includes a bathroom, a kitchen, and a living room.

A studio guest house: This layout resembles a standard guest house. The difference is that the living room usually doubles as the bedroom.

Simple guest house: This layout is for short stays, such as one — or two-night stays. A guest house could provide only a bedroom and a bathroom, excluding a kitchen or living room.

Explore the Most Popular Guest House Plans

1. Bedroom Guest House Plan

As the name supplies, the bedroom offered is only one. Typically, a one-bedroom guest house is between 400 and 1000 square feet.

The plan includes a space built with one sleeping area and amenities such as a kitchen or kitchenette, a bathroom, and a living area. The front door opens to the living area, which opens to the kitchen.

Most guest houses allow natural lighting, which improves living conditions. For this, you may choose floor-to-ceiling windows.

2. Bedroom Guest House Plan

A two-bedroom guest house is similar to an apartment. It has two rooms instead of one, and its dimensions could range from 750 to 1500 square feet.

Due to the larger space and the expectation of more than one person using it at once, the plan may include a bigger kitchen, an actual dining area, two bathrooms, and a more expansive living area.

The layout typically has the two rooms on opposite ends, with as much natural lighting as possible. Each room is equipped to help guests relax during their stay.

Key Considerations When Choosing A Layout

1. Purpose and Target Audience

The purpose for which you are building a guest house largely contributes to your choice of layout design. The design will vary if it is built for short or longer stays.

The target audience also determines the layout of your guest house. Different target audiences have different needs. For example, a vacation rental will maximize space and amenities, while a home for seniors will prioritize accessibility features like a walk-in shower and comfortable living areas.

2. Available Space

After knowing the purpose of the building and your target audience, the next step is to evaluate the available space. Space maximization is crucial in choosing a guest house layout, as you want to maximize functionality, versatility, and style. The space informs which layout you choose and how you design the home.

3. Guest Comfort and Privacy

When choosing a layout for your guest house, you must consider your guests’ comfort and privacy requirements. Simple design choices like bedroom placement, natural light, storage, etc., can enhance comfortability. Separate bedrooms, private entrances, soundproofing, and window placement help give guests a measure of privacy.

3 Tips for Choosing Your Guest House Layout & Plan

1. Start with a floor plan.

A floor plan helps visualize the layout of how a space is being utilized. It propels the final design in the direction the owner aims for. Starting with a floor plan helps you see what you are building, tailor it to your purpose, and make necessary corrections. Hence, it is the first step to take when deciding on a guest house layout.

2. Consult With Professionals

The expertise of the right professionals will help to make the layout and plans of your guest house well-defined. Builders, architects, and designers are professionals you may want to consult with, especially when a guest house owner plans two bedrooms for their guests. Contact House to Home building contractors for a free quote.

3. Consider Future Needs

A guest house may be converted into another space for use later. This implies that the initial plan and layout must be able to accommodate such needs if they arise.

Conclusion

A guest house is only a space if it does not provide a home to its guests. Investing in one contributes an additional income to a family if it is used for rent to travelers and other types of customers, as well as an increase in property value.

Contact House to Home for a guest house layout that considers and meets all the necessary requirements. Consult our experts for guest house designs that serve you and your purpose.

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How Professional Painting Services in Singapore Can Elevate Your Property’s Value

A well-executed paint job is one of the most cost-effective ways to enhance the aesthetic appeal and overall value of your property. Whether you're preparing your home for sale, upgrading your office, or revitalizing a commercial space, professional painting services Singapore can make a significant impact on your property’s value—both in the short and long term.

In this blog, we’ll explore how professional painting can elevate your property’s value, improve its appearance, and ensure it stands out in the competitive Singapore property market.

1. Enhancing Curb Appeal for Residential Properties

1.1 The First Impression Matters

In Singapore's fast-paced real estate market, first impressions are everything. When it comes to selling or renting a property, the exterior is the first thing potential buyers or tenants see. A fresh, clean coat of paint can instantly boost the curb appeal of a residential property, making it more attractive to passersby and sparking interest.

Whether you have a landed property, a condominium, or a HDB flat, a professionally painted exterior helps create a welcoming and well-maintained impression. It can also help highlight the architectural features of the property, such as shutters, door frames, or the overall structure, making the building stand out in a positive way.

1.2 Protection from the Elements

Singapore’s tropical climate can be harsh on property exteriors, with high humidity and frequent rainfall causing wear and tear over time. A professional painting service uses durable, weather-resistant paints that protect your property’s exterior from mold, mildew, and water damage. Not only does this preserve the aesthetic appeal, but it also ensures that the paint job lasts longer, minimizing the need for repairs and maintenance.

For homeowners looking to sell or rent, this added layer of protection can be an attractive selling point, as it demonstrates that the property has been well cared for.

2. Improving Interior Spaces for Enhanced Livability

2.1 Creating a Clean, Modern Look

The interior of your property plays a significant role in how potential buyers or tenants perceive its value. A freshly painted interior creates an immediate sense of cleanliness and modernity, making the space feel new and refreshed.

Whether you’re looking to repaint a single room or the entire house, professional painting services can help you choose colors that complement your home’s design and enhance its atmosphere. Neutral tones like whites, grays, and beige are known to make spaces look larger and more inviting, which can be particularly beneficial for smaller homes or apartments in Singapore.

In contrast, vibrant accent walls or custom finishes can add personality and style to specific rooms, creating a more appealing environment for potential buyers or renters.

2.2 Increasing Perceived Value with Quality Finishes

The quality of the paint job also plays a crucial role in determining the perceived value of a property. While DIY painting might seem like a cost-saving option, professional painters ensure that the paint is applied evenly, without streaks, drips, or patches. The right paint finish—whether matte, satin, or gloss—can also enhance the overall aesthetic, making rooms feel polished and well-maintained.

A high-quality paint job with a flawless finish can create an impression of luxury, even in more modest spaces. For instance, a professional paint job can transform a standard living room or bedroom into a sophisticated and attractive area, which can lead to a higher asking price or rental rate.

3. Creating a Professional Environment for Commercial Spaces

3.1 Boosting Business Perception

For commercial property owners and business operators, maintaining a professional, visually appealing space is key to attracting clients, customers, and employees. Whether it's an office, retail store, restaurant, or hotel, the condition of the paint reflects the level of care and professionalism of the business.

A fresh coat of paint in the right colors can help create the perfect atmosphere for your business. For example:

Office spaces benefit from clean, neutral tones that promote focus, productivity, and professionalism.

Retail stores can use colors that align with the brand’s identity, making the store more inviting and enhancing the customer experience.

Restaurants may want to use colors that stimulate appetite and create a welcoming dining atmosphere.

Hiring professional painting services Singapore ensures that your commercial space looks polished, on-brand, and well-maintained, which can positively influence customer perceptions and increase business success.

3.2 Improving the Longevity of Your Property

Like residential properties, commercial spaces are also exposed to wear and tear over time. High foot traffic, exposure to dirt, and weather conditions can all cause the paint to deteriorate, leaving walls looking worn and unattractive. Professional painting services use high-durability paints and finishes specifically designed for commercial spaces to resist damage from frequent use, ensuring that your paint job lasts longer and continues to look professional.

By investing in quality commercial painting services, you can avoid the costs of frequent repainting and maintain your property’s professional appearance for a longer period, which can increase the overall value of the property.

4. Sustainability and Energy Efficiency with Eco-Friendly Paints

In recent years, there has been a growing emphasis on sustainability in property design and maintenance. For property owners looking to increase value while also supporting environmentally-friendly practices, eco-friendly paints are a great option. These paints are low in VOCs (volatile organic compounds), non-toxic, and made from renewable materials, making them safer for both your health and the environment.

Eco-friendly paints also contribute to energy efficiency by improving insulation and temperature control. Lighter-colored paints, for instance, can reflect more light and heat, helping to reduce cooling costs in Singapore’s hot climate. This added benefit can be attractive to environmentally-conscious buyers or tenants, providing a unique selling point for your property.

5. The Cost-Effectiveness of Painting Services

One of the main reasons professional painting services in Singapore are such a valuable investment is the relatively low cost compared to other forms of property renovation. A high-quality paint job can make a significant difference in the perceived value of your property without the need for expensive structural or cosmetic upgrades.

For homeowners, even a small investment in professional painting can increase the resale or rental value of the property, yielding a much higher return on investment (ROI). In some cases, a well-maintained, freshly painted property can be sold faster or leased at a higher rate than one that looks neglected or outdated.

6. How Professional Painting Services in Singapore Help You Achieve the Best Results

6.1 Tailored Advice on Colors and Finishes

Professional painters understand the psychology of color and how different shades can influence emotions, behavior, and perceptions. They can offer expert advice on the best color schemes for your property, ensuring that the chosen tones complement the space and align with your desired aesthetic.

In addition, painting services Singapore will recommend the best finishes for specific areas. For example, high-gloss finishes may be ideal for kitchens or bathrooms, as they’re easy to clean and more resistant to moisture, while matte finishes may be better suited for living rooms and bedrooms.

6.2 Attention to Detail and Quality Workmanship

Professional painting services prioritize quality and attention to detail. From surface preparation to the final coat of paint, they ensure that every step of the process is handled with precision and care. This results in a smooth, long-lasting finish that significantly enhances the visual appeal and value of your property.

6.3 Maintenance and Touch-Ups

After your property’s paint job is complete, professional services also offer maintenance and touch-up services to keep your space looking fresh. Regular upkeep ensures that your investment remains protected, and your property retains its value for years to come.

Conclusion

Investing in professional painting services Singapore is one of the most effective and affordable ways to increase your property’s value. Whether you’re enhancing your home, upgrading your commercial space, or preparing for resale, a high-quality paint job improves both aesthetics and functionality. From boosting curb appeal to creating a professional atmosphere, painting is a key element in elevating the overall value of your property.

By hiring skilled and experienced painters, you can ensure that your paint job enhances the visual appeal, protects your surfaces, and adds lasting value to your property—helping you maximize your investment and achieve your desired outcome.

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Why Hiring a Trusted Guam Realtor is Key to Finding Your Perfect Home

When it comes to purchasing or renting property in Guam, working with a reliable and experienced Guam Realtor can make all the difference. Whether you are a first-time buyer, looking to rent, or searching for a vacation home, a Guam Real Estate Agent can help guide you through the complexities of the market. In this blog, we will explore the key reasons why hiring a Guam realtor is essential to finding your perfect home, and how they can assist you in finding the best Guam homes for sale, Guam homes for rent, and Guam apartments for rent.

Why a Guam Realtor is Your Best Ally

A Guam Realtor offers specialized knowledge of the local market, which is crucial when navigating the real estate landscape. With their expertise and network, you can find properties that match your specific needs and avoid common pitfalls.

1. Expert Guidance from a Local Professional

A Guam Realtor brings invaluable insight into the local housing market. Whether you're looking for a cozy apartment or a luxury estate, they can help you understand pricing trends, neighborhoods, and market conditions. A Guam Real Estate Agent is well-versed in the intricacies of the island's housing market and can provide you with personalized advice based on your preferences.

2. Access to Exclusive Listings

As a client of a Guam Realtor, you’ll gain access to properties that may not be publicly listed. Realtors often have early access to homes and apartments for rent or sale, giving you an edge in finding your perfect place. This means you can potentially find hidden gems in competitive areas, whether you are searching for Guam homes for sale, Guam homes for rent, or Guam apartments for rent.

3. Negotiation Expertise

Real estate transactions are a major financial commitment. A Guam Realtor can help you secure the best deal by negotiating favorable terms. Whether you're purchasing a property or entering into a rental agreement, a skilled Guam Real Estate Agent ensures you get the most competitive price. Their ability to negotiate can save you money and avoid costly mistakes.

How a Guam Realtor Helps You Find the Right Property

From browsing Guam homes for sale to finding the perfect Guam apartments for rent, a Guam Realtor will streamline the search process and help you discover the ideal property that meets your needs.

1. Finding Guam Homes for Sale

If you're looking to buy a home, a Guam Real Estate Agent is your trusted partner in navigating the process. They will take the time to understand your requirements, whether it's the number of bedrooms, proximity to schools, or a particular neighborhood. Your Guam realtor will present homes that align with your budget and criteria, saving you time and effort in finding your dream home.

Single-family homes: For those who value privacy, a Guam Real Estate Agent can help you find single-family homes with spacious yards and tranquil surroundings.

Luxury properties: Guam offers a range of luxurious estates. A Guam realtor can assist you in finding exclusive properties with ocean views, pools, and other high-end amenities.

2. Exploring Guam Homes for Rent

Not everyone is ready to buy a home, and that's where Guam homes for rent come in. A Guam realtor can guide you through available rental options that fit your lifestyle. Whether you're relocating temporarily or need more flexibility, a Guam Real Estate Agent will find the right rental home for you.

Family homes for rent: If you're searching for a larger home with room for children and pets, a Guam realtor will help you find family-friendly rentals.

Short-term rentals: For those with temporary stays, short-term rental options offer convenience and flexibility, and a Guam Real Estate Agent can assist in securing the best rental agreements.

3. Locating Guam Apartments for Rent

If you’re interested in apartment living, Guam apartments for rent are plentiful and cater to different lifestyles. Whether you're a single professional or a small family, Guam Realtors have access to apartment listings that meet your needs.

Studio and one-bedroom apartments: Perfect for singles or couples looking for a manageable living space, a Guam realtor can find the best available units within your price range.

Two and three-bedroom apartments: These are ideal for families or individuals who need more space. Your Guam Real Estate Agent will guide you to the best properties available in popular neighborhoods.

The Benefits of Working with a Guam Real Estate Agent

Hiring a Guam Realtor provides you with more than just access to listings. They offer several benefits that make the real estate process smoother and less stressful.

1. Local Market Knowledge

A Guam Real Estate Agent has in-depth knowledge of the local market, including property values, rental rates, and neighborhood developments. This allows them to make informed recommendations and prevent costly mistakes.

2. Streamlined Process

From property showings to paperwork, working with a Guam realtor means you’ll have help with every step of the process. Your agent will handle the logistics, ensuring a seamless experience from beginning to end.

3. Professional Advice and Support

Whether you're buying or renting, a Guam realtor can answer all your questions and offer professional advice. From understanding the terms of a lease to evaluating the true value of a home, having a real estate agent by your side provides peace of mind.

Conclusion

When it comes to navigating the real estate market in Guam, hiring a Guam realtor is the best decision you can make. A professional Guam Real Estate Agent can help you find the perfect Guam homes for sale, Guam homes for rent, or Guam apartments for rent, while offering expert advice and negotiation skills. Their extensive local knowledge and access to exclusive listings ensure that you get the best possible property for your needs.

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Luxury 3-bedroom and 3-bathroom furnished apartment for rent in Kololo, Kampala, Uganda: Property Details - Location: Kololo, Kampala, Uganda - Property Type: Luxury Apartment - Bedrooms: 3 - Bathrooms: 3 - Size: 180 square meters (approximately 1,938 square feet) - Floor: 5th floor - Views: Beautiful views of the city Interior Features - Spacious living room with large windows and high ceilings - Modern kitchen with granite countertops, appliances, and cabinetry - 3 bedrooms with built-in wardrobes and en-suite bathrooms - Master bedroom with walk-in closet and private balcony - High-speed internet and satellite TV connections available - Air conditioning and heating systems Exterior Features - Secure parking for 2 cars - Backup power generator - Water tank and reserve water supply - Beautifully landscaped compound - Gated community with 24/7 security Amenities - Swimming pool - Gym/Fitness center - Children's playground - Nearby shopping centers (Acacia Mall, Kololo Shopping Center) - Access to public transportation - Close proximity to restaurants, bars, and entertainment options - Nearby hospitals (International Hospital Kampala, Kampala Hospital) Lease Terms - Minimum 1-year lease - 1 month's' security deposit - Rent payable in US dollars -RENT: 2,000 US DOLLARS PER MONTH  Available also on short stays Don't miss out on this fantastic opportunity to rent a luxury 3 bedrooms furnished apartment in the heart of Kampala posh suburb of Kololo Agent: Ogen Read the full article

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Luxury 3-bedroom and 3-bathroom furnished apartment for rent in Kololo, Kampala, Uganda: Property Details - Location: Kololo, Kampala, Uganda - Property Type: Luxury Apartment - Bedrooms: 3 - Bathrooms: 3 - Size: 180 square meters (approximately 1,938 square feet) - Floor: 5th floor - Views: Beautiful views of the city Interior Features - Spacious living room with large windows and high ceilings - Modern kitchen with granite countertops, appliances, and cabinetry - 3 bedrooms with built-in wardrobes and en-suite bathrooms - Master bedroom with walk-in closet and private balcony - High-speed internet and satellite TV connections available - Air conditioning and heating systems Exterior Features - Secure parking for 2 cars - Backup power generator - Water tank and reserve water supply - Beautifully landscaped compound - Gated community with 24/7 security Amenities - Swimming pool - Gym/Fitness center - Children's playground - Nearby shopping centers (Acacia Mall, Kololo Shopping Center) - Access to public transportation - Close proximity to restaurants, bars, and entertainment options - Nearby hospitals (International Hospital Kampala, Kampala Hospital) Lease Terms - Minimum 1-year lease - 1 month's' security deposit - Rent payable in US dollars -RENT: 2,000 US DOLLARS PER MONTH  Available also on short stays Don't miss out on this fantastic opportunity to rent a luxury 3 bedrooms furnished apartment in the heart of Kampala posh suburb of Kololo Agent: Ogen Read the full article

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Discover the Perfect Home Away from Home: Luxurious 3-Bedroom Apartment for Long-Term Rent in Bashundhara R/A

Luxurious 3-Bedroom Apartment for Long-Term Rent in Bashundhara R/A, Dhaka

Are you a foreigner or family seeking a comfortable, fully-equipped home in Dhaka? This stylish 3-bedroom apartment in the prime Bashundhara Residential Area is available for long-term rentals, offering top-notch amenities and services for a hassle-free living experience.

Key Features:

Fully Furnished: Tastefully decorated with high-quality furniture.

Modern Kitchen: Equipped with a refrigerator, microwave, and essential utensils.

Spacious Living Areas: Perfect for family gatherings or entertaining guests.

Comfort & Connectivity: Air conditioning, Wi-Fi, washing machine, and IPS for uninterrupted power.

Security: CCTV coverage and a dedicated security team ensure peace of mind.

Cleaning Service: Regular cleaning to maintain your living space.

Ideal Location: Bashundhara R/A is a safe, peaceful neighborhood close to shopping malls, schools, hospitals, and restaurants, making it perfect for families and expatriates.

Flexible Rentals: Available for both long-term and short-term stays to suit your needs.

Contact Us: Ready to make this apartment your new home? Call us at +88 01712553547 or +88 01921096846, or visit our website for more details.

Don’t miss out on this opportunity for a luxurious living experience in Dhaka!

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