#The Perfect House Il

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Do Ho Suh: 'The Perfect House Il' (2003)

[beedragony]

jerejean stardew valley au send post

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My Favorite Female Characters

[hometoursandotherstuff]

I can't believe that this gorgeous 1893 Victorian in Anna, IL is $359,900, after the sky-high prices we've been seeing. 3bds, 3ba, 2,692sqft.

Isn't this amazing? What a beautiful entrance hall.

Under the stairs there's a perfect nook for a crystal ball, tarot cards, etc. Or, just a cozy, romantic place to share an intimate dinner, board game, cup of tea, so many possibilities.

Perfectly preserved sitting room. It's amazing how the flat black walls look so good in here.

Beautiful dining room. The listing says to include any and all buyer requests in the offer, so maybe you can put in an offer for the furniture.

The 2nd less formal reception room.

The kitchen is stunning.

Thru the original pantry, you'll find the 1/2 bath.

A little library at the top of the stairs.

Spacious bedroom #1.

Renovated vintage/modern bath is beautifully accessorized.

Bedroom #2 is so lovely. Isn't this cozy?

Vintage bath #2 is superbly done.

In this room they made a walk-in closet.

Stairs to the attic.

It's not finished, but looks useable as a studio and has lots of potential.

Cute little work area in the basement.

I don't know if the ceiling is too low in the basement, but it has some nice brick walls.

There's a screened-in porch and a nice patio in the back of the house.

Lovely 2 car garage looks like it has potential for an apt. above.

I can't believe some of the $1m Victorians we've seen that were so ugly, and here's this beauty, in a lovely town, for less than $360k.

.42 acre lot.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/301-W-High-St-Anna-IL-62906/115749906_zpid/?

[redgoldsparks]

TAEKWONDO: A fanzine by Maia Kobabe

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Full zine transcript below the cut.

Page 1

In 2017, I started working from home full time. I loved having more time to focus on my writing & art but soon realized I rarely left a 100 foot radius of my home office. 

Shrimp posture of someone who enjoys typing in their lap

Maia: I need to move my body or I’ll calcify!

I’d noticed a martial arts gym not far from my house. I couldn’t tell what type of martial art, but I was interested. I did a year of Judo in college, but wanted to try a new sport.

Page 2

Finally, I worked up the motivation to give them a call.

Maia: Hello, I was wondering if you had classes for beginning adults. 

Teacher: We do! Three days a week. 

Teacher: Come to a class for free to see if you like it. 

Maia: Thanks, I will. Um- what sport is it? 

Teacher: Taekwondo! 

That first day I felt like I’d completely forgotten how to exercise. Jogging around the small gym 20 times almost ended me. 

Maia: I shouldn’t have eaten before class! 

(Only one not wearing a uniform.) 

That plus a basic warmup of pushups, jumping jacks, squats, and kick drills left me so sore I could barely get out of bed the next day. 

Maia: My whole body hurts! 

Page 3

But right away there were things I loved about Taekwondo at this gym.

Bowing before stepping onto the mat. 

Everyone wearing the same gender neutral uniform. 

A moment of mediation at the start of class. “I am here.” 

Kids playing at the side of the gym while their parents exercise. 

Kick drills! 

And forms! I love learning forms.

Page 4

Poomsae, or forms, are choreographed patterns of attacks & defenses. There are 8 forms for color belts to learn before reaching black belt with increasing levels of difficulty. 

First few steps of taeguk il-jang, form one. Prepare low block, pull fist back, step & block. Snap wrist with block. Prepare for middle punch, palm facing up. Middle punch, sternum height. Palm facing down.

Form one is made of very basic movements & yet it is infinitely perfectible with greater degrees of precision & skill.

Maia: My fist should brush past my belt before my hand twists… shoulder stay square. 

Maia: High block starts with palm facing up and ends with palm facing out… block should be two fists above my forehead. 

Page 5 

During the first four years I studied taekwondo my hometown experienced three devastating wildfires. I sold, wrote, published, & toured my first book. 

But no matter how much I have in my mind, taekwondo forces me to be in my body. 

And in the moment. 

Present. 

I remember the first time I left the gym & realized: "Wow, I didn’t think about work for an hour." 

Page 6 

When the pandemic hit, my taekwondo classes continued on zoom. 

Practicing kicks over & over in my living room was one of the main things that kept me sane. 

Page 7

I’m heading into my 8th year of studying taekwondo. Wow!

This is the longest I have ever stuck with one sport in my life. 

This year I hope to take my black belt test, a goal that felt completely unattainable when I started. 

I love the physicality of this sport & I’m definitely in better shape than when I started.

But what kept me coming back is how good it is for my brain.

When I leave class, my mind feels so much calmer & more peaceful. 

As we head into an increasingly uncertain future, I’m more & more grateful for this practice. 

Page 8

I love the comforting rituals of taekwondo. 

Lining up in color belt order.

Doing the same basic warmup everyday.

But taekwondo also pushes me outside my comfort zone, especially in tournament season. 

Maia: $200 to register for 2 events? Yikes!

They are expensive; 

Maia: Check-in starts at 8am

start very early; 

Maia: Here we go…

& the closest one is over 100 miles away. 

Maia: I spent hundreds of dollars & I am driving hundreds of miles to go fight a stranger in a high school gym. Whyyyyyy am I doing this? 

Page 9

At my first tournament, as a green belt, they couldn’t find anyone in my level for me to spar. They paired me with a red advanced belt (one level below black). 

She kicked my butt. I fell down multiple times & got a mild black eye from a kick in the face. I lost by 26 to 6.  

As I limped out of the ring, I remember thinking: 

Maia: "That really scared and intimidated me… but I did it anyway. And I lived!" 

Page 10

You should try Taekwondo if: 

You’re interested in a dynamic sport that includes cardio, stretching, endurance training, speed, flexibility, jumping, kicking, & yelling 

You like the formality of martial arts (wearing a uniform, bowing, opening & closing rituals)

You want a sport that is gentle on the hands- everyday is leg day in taekwondo (good for artists!)

You are interested in learning forms & techniques that require memory & patience. 

You want to run around & have a good time in an exercise class! It’s fun! 

Thank you so much to my instructors & the classmates who trained alongside me for all these years. And thank you for reading. 

감사합니다

Maia Kobabe is the author of the award-winning graphic memoir, Gender Queer, the most challenged book in the United States in 2021, 2022 and 2023. Maia’s short comics and writing have been published in The New Yorker, The Nib, The Washington Post, NPR, Time Magazine and in many print anthologies. 

This zine was written & drawn on the traditional lands of the Coast Miwok & Southern Pomo people, where I am grateful to live and work. 

[slavdollz4mangione]

our eden 🤍 - luigi mangione x reader

a/n: i’ve been working on this one for a few days after getting inspired by a story one of my favorite content creators shared about her aunt and uncle’s way of living. i’ve also been listening to cmbyn’s movie soundtrack on repeat while writing this so it hugely influenced my writing. i hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as i did writing it <3 (and yes i made luigi fluent in italian and a dilf in this just bc)

italian/french: in italic

playing: futile devices - sufjan stevens

the sicilian sun spills honey gold through the slatted shutters of your summer home in palermo, painting stripes of warmth across the linen sheets. you stir before opening your eyes, greeted by the familiar weight of luigi’s arm draped over your waist, his breath slow and even against the nape of your neck. even after all these years, the quiet intimacy of mornings like this makes your chest ache.

you slip from bed with practiced ease, careful not to wake him, and pad barefoot across the cool terracotta tiles. the house is still bathed in the blue-gold hush of dawn, the only sounds the distant cry of gulls and the rustle of olive trees in the garden. in the kitchen, you set the moka pot on the stove, the ritual as ingrained in you as breathing—just the right amount of water, the coffee grounds leveled with a gentle sweep of your finger, the flame low and steady.

a soft shuffling sound makes you turn.

��sei già sveglia?” [are you already awake?] luigi murmurs from the doorway, his voice rough with sleep. his hair is tousled, his white linen shirt half unbuttoned, and the sight of him like this—soft, unguarded—still makes your pulse flutter.

“oui” [yes,] you reply, smiling as you reach for his favorite cup. “je voulais que le café soit prêt quand tu te réveilles.” [i wanted the coffee to be ready when you woke up.]

he steps closer, pressing a kiss to your temple before resting his chin on your shoulder. “sei troppo buona con me” [you're too good to me,] he sighs, watching as the moka pot begins to gurgle.

“non è difficile,” [it's not difficult,] you murmur. “prendersi cura di te è la cosa più semplice del mondo.” [taking care of you is the simplest thing in the world.]

the rich, earthy scent of coffee fills the air as you pour him a cup, black with just a hint of sugar—the way he’s taken it since he decided coffee wasn’t actually that bad. he wraps his hands around the warm ceramic, inhaling deeply before taking a slow sip.

“perfetto,” [perfect,] he says, eyes closing briefly in pleasure.

you laugh softly. “è solo caffè, amore.” [it's just coffee, love.]

“no,” he corrects, setting the cup down to pull you into his arms. “è il tuo caffè. quello che prepari per me. non è la stessa cosa.” [no, it's your coffee. the one you make for me. it's not the same thing.]

you lean into him, breathing in the familiar scent of his skin—salt, sun, and something faintly like almonds. outside, the world is waking up, the first golden light spilling over the garden, the cicadas beginning their slow, drowsy song.

---

the boys appear one after the other—first luca, tall and tousle haired, his nose still buried in les misérables.

“bonjour, maman,” [good morning, mom,] he mumbles, kissing your cheek before collapsing into a chair.

“tu as encore lu toute la nuit?” [did you read all night again?] you chide gently, smoothing his curls back.

he shrugs, but there’s a spark in his eyes. “je ne pouvais pas m'arrêter. javert vient de”—[i couldn't stop. javert just—] he cuts himself off, switching to italian for his father’s benefit. “sta per buttarsi nel fiume. non riesco a crederci.” [he's about to throw himself in the river. i can't believe it.]

luigi chuckles, setting a plate of figs and fresh bread in front of him. “allora Hugo ha fatto il suo lavoro. se ti tiene sveglio la notte, vuol dire che è un buon libro.” [then Hugo did his job. if it keeps you awake at night, it means it's a good book.]

giacomo bounds in next, still in his pajamas, his dark eyes bright with energy. “papa! posso aiutare a fare colazione?” [daddy! can i help make breakfast?]

“certo, piccolo” [of course, little one,] luigi says, ruffling his hair. “taglia il pane, ma attento al coltello.” [cut the bread, but be careful with the knife.]

giacomo grins, scrambling onto the counter with the ease of a boy who’s done this a hundred times. you watch as luigi guides his hands, patient, murmuring instructions in that low, steady voice of his. there’s something sacred in the way he teaches—not just engineering, but life. how to hold a knife. how to listen to the sea at night. how to love something enough to take your time with it.

---

breakfast is slow, languid—slices of ripe melon, crusty bread with homemade peach jam, tiny cups of espresso for you and luigi. the boys chatter between bites, switching languages effortlessly—italian for their father, french for you, english when they’re teasing each other.

“maman, tu penses que je pourrais écrire à mon professeur de littérature?” [mom, do you think i could write to my literature teacher?] luca asks suddenly. “il m'a recommandé un livre en grec, et je voulais lui demander des conseils.” [he recommended me a book in greek, and i wanted to ask him for advice.]

“bien sûr,” [of course,] you say, smiling. “tu devrais lui envoyer une lettre. une vraie, pas un email.” [you should send him a letter. a real one, not an email.]

“perché?” [why?] giacomo interjects, mouth full of bread.

“perché le lettere hanno un’anima,” [because letters have a soul,] luigi answers before you can. “le email spariscono. una lettera, invece, la tieni in mano, la rileggi, la conservi. è più... umano.” [emails disappear. a letter, instead, you hold in your hands, you reread it, you keep it. it's more... human.]

luca nods thoughtfully, and you catch the way his fingers tap against the table—a habit he’s had since he was small, always thinking, always turning words over in his mind.

---

the summer heat in palermo clings to the skin like honey, thick and golden. later, you stand at the edge of your veranda, barefoot on sun-warmed tile, watching the boys chase fireflies through the olive grove. their laughter—luca’s deep and thoughtful, giacomo’s bright and uncontained—drifts up through the twilight like music. behind you, the house breathes contentment: shelves bowing under the weight of well loved books, the faint scent of espresso lingering in the air, luigi’s sweater draped over the chair where he’d left it that morning.

it was a life your family had never understood.

“teachers?” your father had scoffed at christmas years ago, swirling his drink with a dismissive flick of his wrist. “with your degrees? you could have done anything.”

across the table, your mother had sighed—the same sigh she’d perfected when you announced you were moving to italy after graduation, the same sigh she’d used when you’d introduced luigi, a soft-spoken engineering professor who cared more about byzantine aqueducts than stock portfolios.

“it’s not ambition,” your uncle had muttered once, drunk on resentment and cheap wine. “it’s laziness.”

you’d learned to let it roll off you like rain. but luca hadn’t.

---

“maman.”

you turn to find your eldest leaning against the doorframe, his dark curls damp from the sea, a well worn copy of the leopard tucked under his arm. at sixteen, he has your sharp, thoughtful mind and luigi’s quiet intensity—a boy who quotes cavafy at breakfast and could argue about renaissance art with the patience of a scholar twice his age.

“oui, chéri?” [yes, darling?]

he hesitates, chewing his lip the way he does when a thought troubles him. “pourquoi est-ce que la famille de grand-père nous déteste?” [why does grandpa's family hate us?]

the question lands like a stone. you set down the peaches you’d been slicing and wipe your hands on your apron. “ils ne nous détestent pas,” [they don't hate us,] you say gently. “ils ne comprennent tout simplement pas.” [they just don't understand.]

luca frowns. “mais on est heureux. qu’est-ce qu’il y a à ne pas comprendre?” [but we're happy. what's there not to understand?]

you reach out, brushing a curl from his forehead. how do you explain to a boy who’d grown up speaking four languages, who’d traced roman ruins with his fingertips before he was ten, who understood wealth as the smell of sicilian lemons at dawn—that to some people, a life without corner offices and fat bank accounts was a life wasted?

“certaines personnes,” [some people,] you say carefully, “croient que le succès doit être gros et bruyant. mais nous...” [believe success has to be big and loud. but we...] you nod toward the garden, where giacomo is now perched on luigi’s shoulders, both of them laughing as they reach for a ripe fig. “nous, on préfère les choses qui durent. les livres. les mots. cette maison. les étoiles que ton père te montre la nuit.” [we prefer things that last. books. words. this house. the stars your father shows you at night.]

luca is quiet for a long moment. then, softly: “c’est mieux, notre façon.” [our way is better.]

your throat tightens. “yes” you whisper. “it is better.”

---

later, when the boys are asleep—giacomo curled around his stuffed rabbit, luca with a book still open on his chest—you find luigi in the garden, his shirt glowing pale in the moonlight. he holds out a hand without turning, as if he’d known you were there.

“pensavo a tuo fratello,” [i was thinking about your brother,] he murmurs as you settle beside him. “a quella volta che ha detto che siamo egoisti.” [that time he said we were selfish.]

you snort. “perché non abbiamo comprato una macchina costosa?” [because we didn't buy an expensive car?]

“yes” his thumb traces circles over your knuckles. “ma guardali.” [but look at them.] he nods toward the house, where the boys’ windows are still faintly lit—luca’s by the dim glow of his reading lamp, giacomo’s by the constellation stickers luigi had stuck to his ceiling years ago. “i nostri figli parlano quattro lingue. hanno visto il partenone e il louvre. sanno che il caffè va preparato lentamente, che i libri vanno sottolineati, che il mare ha un odore diverso in grecia che in francia.” [our children speak four languages. they've seen the parthenon and the louvre. they know coffee should be brewed slowly, that books should be annotated, that the sea smells different in greece than in france.] he pauses. “se questo è egoismo, allora sono felice di essere egoista.” [if this is selfishness, then i'm happy to be selfish.]

you lean into him, breathing in the salt-and-sun scent of his skin. above you, the stars sprawled across the sky like a careless masterpiece.

somewhere in america, your brother is probably in a boardroom, or driving a german car, or bragging about his son’s ivy league applications.

but here—here, you have figs warm from the sun, and giacomo’s laughter ringing through the halls, and luca reciting dante at the breakfast table. here, you have luigi’s hand in yours, his voice soft in the dark:

“siamo ricchi, amore mio.” [we are rich, my love.]

and you are. in every way that matters.

[spiderbaby123]

Foreign

Luka Couffaine x Reader

A/n: i will probably make this a series.

Ok so this part is cross posted on watty and when I do part 2 it will be there as well!

Summary; y/n is Chloe Bourgeois' cousin, sent to live with her uncle in Paris. She is American and doesn't really speak French very well. As she tries to navigate the language, she learns there's more to Paris than the language.

Tw: explosions?

"Classe, nous avons un nouvel élève aujourd'hui. Elle vient d'Amérique. S'il vous plaît, faites bien de l'aider." Miss Bustier said in front of the class.

(Class we have a new student today. She is from america. Please do well to help her.)

The woman opened the class door and in walked a very timid looking girl. She had h/l h/c hair and e/c eyes. She wore a cute little black crop top and leggings with the galaxy on them. She was holding her book bag close to her chest nervously. Miss Bustier smiled at the girl. "C'est y/n Bourgeios." She said to the class then lookee at y/n. "Vous pouvez vous asseoir à côté de Juleka." (You may sit next to Juleka.) She said and motioned to a girl with black and purple hair. Y/n looked at her slightly confused but guessed she wanted her to sit next to the girl. She hesitantly walked over and took the empty seat. There were a few whispers and stares at the girl. "Un autre Bourgeios ? Quelle chance.." (another Bourgeois? how lucky..) y/n didn't understand the whole whispers from behind her. She heard Bourgeois and knew chance meant luck, but the tone of the whisper said enough. She sunk in her seat and pulled out a book that was an English to French translator. Juleka saw the book and looked up at the girl next to her. Did she not know french? About an hour later, Miss Bustier turned to the class. "je veux que vous fassiez équipe avec vos voisins pour une mission. il sera dû à la fin de la semaine. s'il vous plaît, travaillez-y à la maison." (i want you all to pair up with your neighbors for an assignment. it will be due at the end of the week. please work on it at home.) Y/n stared confused as she tried to decipher the words. Je=I, vous=you, maison=home.. she couldn't get it all. She hesitantly looked at Juleka, the girl had seemed shy which made y/n hesitantly to ask for help. To her surprised the girl was already looking at her. Both girls blushed in nervousness. "Voudrais-tu travailler chez moi ou chez toi ?" She said timidly. (Would you like to work at my place or yours?) Y/n stared. Moi=my.. "uh.. i-i dont.." she hesitated. Juleka seemed to understand. "You speak english." She said to y/n. "Yes. You know it?" The girl nodded. "My father is from Britain. My English is not perfect, though. We have to work at home for the paper." She explained. Y/n nodded. "Oh, ok.. c-could you help me, maybe?" She asked, not understanding that it was a project for partners. Juleka smiled shyly. "Uh.. together at home. Uh.. group work.." she said. Y/n smiled softly. "O-ohhh." She understood now. They were meant to work together.

~After school~

Juleka and y/n had ended sharing their entire schedule. Despite her shy nature, Juleka had helped y/n all day. She introduced her to a few people, and now they were walking to Juleka's home to work on their project. "Merci pour aide moi." Y/n said in broken french. (Thank you for help me." Juleka giggled. "Try to say, Merci de m'aider." She corrected. Y/n blushed, "uh.. Merci de m'aider?" She repeated. "je vous en prie." Y/n looked at her confused. Je=I, vous=you, en=?, prie=?. "It means you are welcome." Juleka smiled. je vous en prie= you're welcome. As they walked up to the river Juleka stopped. "We are here." Y/n looked at the girl confused. "Here?" Juleka nodded and pointed to a house boat in the water. Y/n nodded and followed the girl hesitantly. As they walked in Juleka lead y/n to her room.

Luka had already been in his room, home from his school. He didn't have work today so he was sitting on his bed, tuning his guitar. He noticed his sister walking by and smiled. Then he saw her. He blushed slightly. She was beautiful. He got up and walked over to his door to look out it, catching a glimpse of the two girls slipping into Juleka's room. He hadn't felt this flutter in his heart since he had met Marinette. He placed a hand over his heart in attempt to calm it.

Y/n sat on Juleka's bed and pulled a book out of her bag. Juleka closed the door and just barely had noticed her twin with his hand over his chest as she did so. She turned and walked over to y/n to do their project.

Two hours later the girls had managed to get two paragraphs of their paper done. Though Juleka knew some English, the language barrier was clearly working against them. Y/n had to translate word for word in the book to english so she could read it. It was almost time for her to leave. A knock on the door had interrupted them. Juleka got up and opened it to see Luka standing there. He glanced behind her at y/n and smiled at her then looked back to Juleka. Y/n stared, she was frozen. This boy.. he's.. he's so.. cute.. she thought to herself. "est-ce que toi et ton ami avez faim ?" He said to Juleka. "est-ce que maman cuisine ?" She replied. "Oui. Poulet au parmesan." He answered. Y/n simply stared at the boy in the door frame. She couldn't even focus on trying to understand the words coming from his mouth. Juleka nodded. "ok, je vais lui demander si elle veut rester, mais vas-y et dis-lui oui." Luka nodded and looked back at y/n. He noticed her tinted cheeks and smirked slightly. He waved at her. "au revoir, jolie." He walked away. She looked at Juleka confused. "W-who is Jolie?" She asked. Juleka blushed, embarrassed to explain that her brother had just flirted with the girl. "Jolie is.. uh.. pretty.." she said. Y/n still didn't understand. "Why did he call me by her name though?" She asked clueless. Juleka blushed deeper. "Uh.. a-are you hungry? My mom is cooking." She changed the subject. Y/n pouted softly but nodded. "Yes a little." Juleka smiled. "Stay and eat. Others are coming after eating for band practice." Juleka said smiling.

The whole time they ate y/n had stayed quiet. She didn't understand anything said at the table. Just words here and there. The conversation quieted suddenly, causing y/n to look up confused. She blushed as she saw Luka and his mom staring at her, Juleka had left the table to answer her phone or something. "tu es nouveau à l'école, n'est-ce pas ?" Luka asked. (You are new to school, yes?) She stared at him. "U-uh.. tu.. l'école.. uh.. je ne t'ai pas vu?" (I did not see you?) She said questioningly, thinking he said something about seeing her at school. She didn't know he didn't go there. Luka chuckled. "Non, Non, je vais dans une autre école." (No, no, i go to a different school.) She stared again, blushing deeper. She couldn't understand him.. he noticed her staring and smiled. "tu ne parles pas français ?" He asked. (Do you not speak french?) That she understood. She shook her head. "N-no.. Je p-parle a-anglais." She said, her pronunciation slightly off. He smiled and nodded. "Ah. You must be having a hard time, then." She blushed as Luka spoke in English to her. She nodded. "It's.. a struggle.." She admitted. He nodded. "Do you need a teacher? I could help you." He offered. She blushed again and nodded. "A-are you sure?" He smiled. "n'importe quoi pour la jolie fille." (Anything for the pretty girl.) She furrowed brows, causing him to chuckled. "I would love to teach you, jolie." She bit her lip. "Uh.. m-my name isn't.." he laughed. "It is a nickname, jolie." She blushed deeper. "O-oh.."

After they finished dinner, Juleka and Luka had band practice with a few others who had shown up. They invited y/n to stay and she did. It was only her first day but she felt like she was already making friends. She smiled to herself as she sat on a chair, listening to the band. They were pretty good, even if y/n couldn't understand what they were singing. Once they finished practice and cleaned up their equipment, Luka walked over to y/n. "tu es très jolie quand tu souris." (You look very pretty when you smile.) He smiled at her. Y/n blushed, she didn't know what he said but his voice alone was enough to make someone melt. Let alone his looks. That's when it happened.

BOOM

The world shook around them. Y/n gripped Luka's shirt to keep from falling. Luka grabbed her quickly, helping her stay up. Everyone looked around. The water was rippling. There was smoke coming from about a block away. Then a zip of purple light flew around the sky. Y/n gripped tighter to Luka. What was this? Was Paris attacked? Luke noticed the way she looked terrified. He realized she probably didn't know about Akumas and Miraculouses.

BOOM

She gasped and hid her face in Luka's chest, causing him to blush lightly. He watched as Marinette snuck off and then Adrien. He knew they could probably handle this but there was a chance they'd need him.

SWOOSH

A flash of red flew by. Ladybug. Luka pulled away from y/n, who looked terrified. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the house part of the boat. He lead her to Juleka. "ici. je vais aller aider les autres à descendre ici." (Here. Im going to help the others get down here.) He said to his sister, who nodded. Luka left. Y/n gripped Juleka's hand suddenly. The other girl frowned seeing how terrified y/n had been. "It's ok. Ladybug and Chat Noir will make things ok." She said, confusing y/n more.

Luka had been needed. He transformed to Viperion. He was helping Ladybug and Chat Noir fight the current Akumatized victim.

BOOM

A bright purple orb flew towards the river. Viperion raced to check on his friends and family. The boat was sinking. Everyone was out hopping to the dock. Except he didn't see y/n. He jumped down. "est-ce que tout le monde va bien ?!" (Is everyone ok?!) He asked, trying not to give away his identity. The group told him about y/n, still stuck in the boat. He raced in, looking for the girl. She was hiding in a corner. He frowned and got closer. She jumped when she saw him and tried to scoot away but hit water. She scrambled back towards him. "s'il vous plaît, mademoiselle, laissez-moi vous aider." (Please, miss, let me help.) She understood most of what he said. He held out a cautious hand to her. She hesitantly took it. He pulled her to his chest and helped her out of the boat. She blushed. He was.. cute.. but he reminded her of someone..

"Miraculous Ladybug!"

A flash of pink and they were back on the boat, y/n wrapped around Luka. She jumped and let go of him. She stumbled back and looked around. What just happened.. Luka grabbed her hand to keep her from falling. "Jolie. It's ok." He said. She shook her head and stared at him. "N-no.. w-what.. what was that?!" She asked, still terrified. Luka frowned and pulled her back to him. "Let me walk you home. I will explain."

Luka walked her home and explained the Akumas and Miraculouses, villians and heroes. Y/n felt like she was in a comic book. She didn't want to believe it. The world was already scary enough. It didn't need this too. Though.. "Who is the one with the lyre?" She asked suddenly. Luka froze slightly and blushed. "Uh.. Viperion." He told her. She blushed and nodded. "W-why do you want to know?" He asked hesitantly. She blushed deeper and looked away. "O-oh.. he saved me.." Luka nodded. "Oh.." he had knew that but need to play it off that he didn't. He noticed the blush on her cheeks and smirked slightly. Had she found his alter ego cute? As they got to Le Grand Paris, Luka turned to smile at y/n. "bonne nuit, jolie." (Good night, pretty.) He said softly. Y/n blushed. "Uh.. good night.."

[josies-eden]

“You must stay.”

(Possessive?)Hwang In-ho x (fem)reader

~{ A oneshot where you were caught trying to escape during S2 after the cliffhanger. The Frontman, or In-ho, didn’t want you killed, so he had you subdued instead. Brought to him.}~

~{ ((A/N)) I know that there’s already a player 047, but just negate him. I chose my lucky numbers for this :3)) }~

♪♪ ~{Obstacle 2 - Interpol}~ ♪♪

~{No Y/N mention}~

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Coughing out the dust, you crawled through the vent, a loose screw with slash marks in it led you here. Someone must have attempted to leave in a past game, but you had definitely made it further along. The vents were banging around you loudly as you crawled, although you tried to stay as quiet as possible. Occasionally you came across vent openings beneath you, seeing guards and pink walls, along with a dark room with screens. Knees and elbows aching, you could only wish to find an exit.

Crawling along further, you saw into the mingle game. It made you want to throw up and cry at the same time. The dizzying lights, the crack of the poor man’s neck, and the sticky blood in the humid room. It was such a horrible experience. Tears pricking at your eyes, you scurried away, hoping to wash the memory of that from your mind.

Eventually though, you started an incline in the vents. Seemingly going up yet another level in this massive complex. You couldn’t remember how many inclines and declines have been at your knees but it was getting exhausting. You wondered how Gi-hun and Hyun-ju were holding up. You wondered if they knew you were gone yet. You wondered about Jung-bae and Young-il. About how they had moved on, how they were to never grace your eyes again. Trying to remove those thoughts and stay focused on your mission, you treaded forward, palms red and knees scratched.

On a turn left instead of right, you froze. A guard was standing outside the vent you were in, covering opened, and gun aimed inside. Scrambling the opposite way, your other exit was blocked too. The predicament bringing sweat to your palms, causing the dust to stick and cake. You felt like a deer in headlights.

Disgusting and horrified. It wasn’t long before you were surrendering, knowing that they’d just chase you through the vents.

A deafening shot rang out from your right, and the last thing you saw was the guard on the left reaching in to drag you out.

“Player 047 eliminated.”

In-ho stood, the freezing room housing no sound but clicks of the arcade machine shaped terminals. But when the announcement rang out, and your beautiful face cleared from the screen before him, he knew what happened. His radio went off, the head of security calling him to floor 6 to see the contestant. The man huffed to himself a sigh of relief and exited. Only thing heard were the clacks of his dress shoes.

When In-ho was under ‘Young-il,’ he had one mission. To interfere with Gi-hun, and to watch him suffer. He got what he wished for, but another thing was distracting him.

You.

You looked so pure to his old eyes. Wet lashes shining from tears, round cheeks and angel soft hair. You were near Gi-hun’s group, chatting with 390. It seemed the man was trying to cheer you up. Saying things like “What’s a pretty face like you doing here.” And “It’ll be alright.”. When In-ho approached, he was enamored. Shy face, trying to shrink into your track suit behind Jung-bae. He never thought you’d be brave enough to try and escape like this. The man thought about you day in and day out after that. His dreams were filled with your beautiful eyes. Angel like voice filling every one of his waking thoughts. He was enthralled with your perfection.

He dragged you into every room with him during mingle. Even though that snap of bone brought tears to your eyes, you knew it was for your shared survival. It was still horrifying seeing him work so strategically while killing, like the sweet man had done it thousands of times before. He helped you keep your focus during the pentalathon, even though you were on a different team, he was cheering you on. His eyes were always on you, and his words were always on your mind. He shared his food with you at every meal, and when there was gimbap, he hid his fork up your sleeve for extra protection.

In-ho was captivated. You reminded him too much of his late wife. The curve of your jaw, the hopeful look in your eyes, the way you picked at your nails. It was like she was back again. Every little detail and habit. And he was not about to let that go. When the rebellion started, he told you, “Under no conditions, are you to follow us.” And you obeyed. The man sighed, knowing that his ‘death’ would break you, but he had a plan to get you back. That was moot now, for your little escape plan interfered with his.

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Pain surged through your veins, shooting your tired mind awake. You massaged your neck, where most of the soreness originated from. Feeling ambitious, you press your fingers at the centre of your neck, and let out a low groan. Those bastards didn’t kill you. They want to torture you instead.

There were soft sheets beneath you, contrary to the rough ones of the dormitory, and you dared to open your eyes. It burned, but subsided quickly as you took in the world around you. Black geometrical walls, warm, golden light bouncing off certain parts. It was rich and fancy. But you looked down at yourself in comparison. The black comforter messily strewn out next to you. But there you were, alive. Seeing your body still dressed in that sweat soaked and bloody track suit made you want to throw up. Especially since it was clashing against these clean, fresh sheets.

The room was freezing cold, shivering from the low temp, wispy cool air surrounding you. Pulling up the blanket helped in no way, as you continued to shake. The dust from the vents still glued to your skin, a cold sweat awoke to loosen it. At this point, you didn’t care that the mess of your tracksuit and skin got on the sheets, it was one small way to get back at the people who made this stupid game. You shivered under the blanket, curling into yourself. Your knees being brought to your chest hit something plastic between your ankles, making you whimper at the slight sting.

An ankle monitor.

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In-ho heard your small noises from his sleek, leather chair, sipping his whiskey fresh out of the decanter. Sighing to himself, he set his crystal glass down with a clink before making his way to the locked door you hid behind. He made sure his mask was on, and opened the door. The man could hear the sad whimpering fleeting your lungs when he opened up to see you.

A little bunny, burrowing away in fear. You looked so helpless, so fragile. When you looked at him, In-ho could feel the terror rushing through your body. Didn’t you know this was for the best? For your own safety?

“Good morning.” In-ho started, approaching the little mound in the bed. “How are you feeling? Are you hungry?” He asked, modulator vibrating his neck as he spoke. You would figure out eventually who he was, but now was not the time. Oh how he just wanted to pounce onto you, show you that you’re his; but the more logical side of his brain held him back. One step at a time, he told himself.

You refused to acknowledge what he said, trembling in his pinning gaze. But feeling the twists of your stomach, you frowned. Shyly, you nodded.

“Now that you’re awake,” In-ho, or ‘The Frontman’ began; “In the bathroom right here is a pair of clean clothes and a shower. Please freshen up. Your food will be ready by the time you are dressed.” You looked at where he pointed, hidden in the geometric layout of the wall was a small, golden handle. The man before you nodded and left, allowing you privacy.

What…. The fuck. That man. Your captor. The room, the voice, the robe? What the fuck was going on. Were you still at the games? What the hell was all of that? You were horrified that he was going to come take you to a room worse than the one you laid in. Fearing something may happen if you didn’t obey his orders, you opened the bathroom door.

The countertops were sleek, gold gilded black granite with a golden faceted sink. The floors were solid hardwood and the whole room smelled like comfort. warm cinnamon and cranberry. As much as you hated it, it was comforting. There was a clean, folded pair of baby yellow silk pajamas on the counter, with a black towel alongside them.

Eventually peeling the disgusting clothes off, you threw them down the black laundry chute in the wall, listening to it thump down the vents, just as you did however long ago. Starting the water, it hissed at the perfect pressure, warming up slowly. You took the time to look at yourself in the mirror. Slick with sweat, covered in dust and dirt. Scars, scratches and gashes down every few inches of flesh. Your skin was pale and malnourished, heavy bags beneath your dull eyes, their usual bright life drained. It felt so gross looking in the mirror. A husk. But you had to clear your mind of it. The bath was calling.

In-ho was flipping an egg as he heard the shower start. Happily sighing. He knew from his infiltration time as ‘Young-il’ that you enjoyed eggs, he even gave you his early on with breakfast during the games; which were to end in a day. The man could only hope that you’d accustomed to your new life. Even though you had only been conscious for less than an hour. He plated your egg, starting to slice some fresh fruits as the rice steamed. There was a pot of jigae cooking slow next to him, preparing to give you a feast. You deserved to be treated like an angel, that’s what you were to him.

As he was transferring all of the fresh food to the bar in the kitchen, he overheard the shower shutting off. A few bangs of cabinets sounded through the walls, and he knew you were probably searching for the first aid kit. You were pretty badly hurt from mingle and red light green light, so he thought to go help.

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Knocking at the door awoke you from your trance. Underwear, bra and pants were on as you tried to fix yourself up. Whimpering as you padded towards the door to peek out, the same man who greeted you earlier stood. Without permission, he opened the door the rest of the way, letting himself in. He gestured for you to come over, holding sterile items from the kit.

“Come on over. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to help.” He said in a flat tone. Something about it you could briefly recognize. The way he spoke, the way he carried himself. It was familiar. You couldn’t tell because of his identity concealers, but you knew this person. You obliged, feeling a little more comfortable, still uneasy because you couldn’t put your finger on who this man was. He gestured for you to sit on the counter.

You sat as he raised your arms, cleaning your wounds, dressing them with his gentle hands. He was too familiar, and you looked to the mask, trying to see through the mesh eyeholes to see the man you knew. You were broken from your staring when he lifted a pant leg, and started disinfecting a large gash. Tears filled your eyes from the stinging pain, and you held back a whimper. The man in front of you put his free hand on your back, rubbing in comforting circles. This was all too familiar. He wrapped your calf before backing off.

“You are all taken care of. Finish up and meet me just outside your room.” With your hair brushed and your shirt on, your took one last look at the ankle monitor before passing out to the door. The man stood there, his gaze focusing down to you as soon as you blessed his vision. “Follow me.”

Padding down the hallway, there were a few similar doors to your own, and the exact same geometric walls. It was a beautifully designed suite, but a cage is still a cage, no matter how pretty. He led you past a massive screen to a bar with a plate of seaming food and a bowl of fresh made jigae. Upon seeing this feast, your body caved and you realized just how hungry you were.

“You were only out for a day… I had my guards use special tranq darts just for you.” The man spoke at the opposite side of the bar from you, chuckling slightly to himself. He listed his mask slightly and ate bits of his own food. You scarfed down every last bite, grain and drop of your meal, leaving cleaned out dishes and you feeling full. “You don’t need to eat quickly, you will always have hot food available. No matter what.” The man before you spoke, his modulator being one of the last things keeping you from figuring out.

“Why….? Why me?” You croak, throat shot from the day without water and the tranq drying your throat. The masked man turned, grabbing you a crystal glass of ice water.

“I’ve seen you. I liked you. I’ve saved you. You are an angel.” He said, cut straight to his point. Behind the mask, In-ho wanted to spill out apology after apology. For not sweeping you out of the games earlier, for not protecting you enough, for not shielding your eyes and ears from the horrors of this place. Those heavenly eyes looked upon him, analyzing every single inch of his body. His mask. He felt as she could read every segment of his cells. And only she could do that. His late wife, god rest her soul, couldn’t make him feel like that. His angel blessed him with another. To keep him company. And he would not let this blessing slip through the holes of the game.

“Who are you?” You broke the frontman’s trance this time, and behind the mask, he stared.

“I’m guessing you have a clue, hm?” He teased, getting closer to see the fine details on your angelic face.

“I know you….” You said so quietly, it was practically to yourself. You analyzed closer, you could see the slight shape of eyes beneath the mask’s holes. The light giving you hints of this man. The sunken eyes, half lidded and calculating.

“Let me take you somewhere else.” Stopping your train of thought completely, leaving you on a blank. “Follow.” He commanded, leaving the kitchen in fast footsteps. You grabbed your crystal glass of water as the frontman led you to his screen, flicking on his prized jazz set. “Sit.” He gestured to the chair. You sat, the leather envelopes your skin comfortably and he hands you a throw blanket. A few clicks from behind you and now the massive screen was on. The games.

“What did you do to Young-il…. Jung-bae… what happened?!” You say, curling your knees to your chest as the screen showed the remaining players in the dormitory.

“Do you want me to show or tell you.”

“Show me…. I saw enough in the games…. I think- I think I can handle it…”

“Very well.”

The screen before you flicked to Jung-bae and Gi-hun captured before the man behind you. He went on a short speech about Gi-hun’s hero route. Before blowing out sweet Jung-bae’s heart. Eyes wide as Gi-hun sobbed over his best friend’s death, tears slipped down your face too. And In-ho saw those beautiful lashed eyes, plump blushed cheeks and your angel soft hair again.

“What about Young-il?” You whimpered, clutching yourself close.

In-ho debated for a moment. “He’s…. He died outside of camera view.” He walked further to your left, in your peripheral. “He lives on as someone else.” Now it was your chance to debate yourself. You wanted to sit and sob, or jump up and tear his mask off.

But he already did the latter. Your Young-il stood there beside you. Modulator gone, covering gone, eyes sunken further and hair slicked. This wasn’t your Young-il anymore. This wasn’t the kind man who gave you his food, who cheered for you, gave you comfort at night, and most importantly, saved your life. This was just a husk of that man. You wanted to hug him for some semblance of the past comfort he gave, but at the same time you stared, shocked at his actions. Jung-bae didn’t deserve that.

“I want to go home.” You sobbed out, unable to react to anything else.

“No.” He growled, hand placed on your nape, his thumb rubbing soft, comforting circles. Time completely contradicting his soft actions. “You must stay. You are my angel. Remember? You cannot leave me. I’m not letting something so pure leave my grasp again.”

You continued sobbing, confused by your own feelings, all you knew was these two drastically different men in one body. But you knew the loving, caring man more than this seemingly vile one. Giving into part of yourself, you turned, launching yourself into his arms, wailing.

“It’s okay, angel… come one, let’s go to bed. It’s been a hard day.” He said, you moan an agreement into his neck, muffled by the rough fabric of his robe. His hand on your back, he escorted you to the place you started the day. (Or night..?) “Stay. i will get changed. Get comfortable.” He ordered, sitting you onto the bed. You got under the new covers. He must’ve had someone replace them while you were eating. But he returned a few moments later. Turning down the chandelier’s light to a very dim glow, he laid down next to you.

“I will explain everything in the morning. Get some sleep, angel.” ‘Young-il’ said, scooting close to you, warming your back. It was like the night after the pentalathon; ‘Young-il’ held you, the soft glow of the piggy bank illuminating your faces as you shared comfort.

It felt almost as if you were back to that night.

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~{A/N - Yay!!! Another one :3 I saw you guys enjoyed the first fic I wrote so I wrote another :3 I posted these on AO3 too!!!}~

[moonlight-lillies]

fall in love with me again - i.

the day of the wedding was perfect. you had dreamed of this, everyone in your village was in attendance. every detail was meticulously thought out and planned.

the headpiece that sat on your head was making your neck ache. the bells that rang in your ear were to announce that you were the bride. the sleeves were no better, as they came far past your fingertips.

the elder women were in charge of doing your makeup. the more you thought of the wedding, the more anxious you became.

it was him, it was always him. in these quiet moments, you realized that jeongseong was the one that was always by your side.

sitting in the village house the nerves continued to flow through you.

the curtains in front of you waved with so many colors.

“hey..” you hear a voice behind you. it’s hard to turn you’re head quickly in your head dress, but you did.

looking at jeongseong in his outfit let the emotions truly set in. this wasn’t just a dream you were wishing were true, it was real.

“hi..” a small smile crept onto your face. this was all real. your love that you had for the boy from your childhood was real. he saw a life with you, and this was the start of it.

-:-

the wedding was beautiful. many memories were shared and the community was as close as ever. when you and jeongseong had a moment of silence, it finally hit you.

“we’re married.” you said, makeup slightly faded from the day.

his hand slipped into yours, fingers lacing naturally.

“you’re stuck with me now.” his voice was smug, but there was something true about it.

as he brings your hand to his lips, you realize that in every life it will always be il jeongseong.

TaGLiST: @moonchxrm @celesteelysia @luna-looniesblog @daisygyuu @scara-simp69 @kpopmultistans

[m1d-45]

hourglass

summary: he's running very late for a very important date !

word count: ~1k

-> warnings: none :3

-> gn reader (you/yours) ++ takes place pre-fontaine !

taglist: @samarill || @sarienic || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yuus3n || @esthelily || @turningfrogsgay || @cupandtea24 || @genshin-impacts-me || @chaoticfivesworld || @raaawwwr || @ryuryuryuyurboat || @undrxtxd || @rainswept || @wanderersqt || @rozz-eokkk

< masterlist >

lyney’s schedule was not one with wide margins. every minute was accounted for, dedicated to an explicit purpose. his shows (preparing, checking the stage, checking props, checking the stage again—sorry, lynette) took a large portion of his time, but there was also his family (checking on freminet, checking on lynette, checking on the rest of the House, checking on freminet again—are you sure you’re alright?) and missions from father (steal this, leave that, don’t be heard, don’t be seen).

honestly, he barely had time to breathe most days. and that was fine! he rarely knew what to do without some problem to fix or task to complete. it was an unfamiliar feeling, and so he often took on extra work whenever he could. as such, he’d developed a bit of a knack for all the odd jobs you could think of: flower arrangements, finding lost things, getting stains out of clothes, cooking, any and everything.

he’d never had a problem with this. his life was crowded, but straightforward. he knew the answer to every problem, and if he didn’t, he knew who did.

this was, of course, before you entered the picture. now, the tasks he sought out felt too heavy to carry. yes, he wanted to help his family, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was only so many times he could show up late before you’d stop trying to invite him places, and that was the last thing he wanted.

you weren’t fatui, but you didn’t mind that he was and father had given him clearance so long as he was “responsible with his loyalties,” which was entirely achievable! what showman couldn’t juggle?

…him, apparently. because between helping lynette find her tea (someone had moved it) and keeping the local wildlife safe from foltz, he’d lost track of time. he still wasn’t used to a block of free time in his schedule, automatically trying to fill it before he could remember that there was a reason for it. and now, he was rushing through the streets of fontaine, fixing his cape as he all but ran.

you were sat outside the cafe in the same chair as usual, and he slows to a regular pace as he approaches to gather what remained of his appearance. you were reading a book, and he felt both proud that you hadn’t forced yourself to sit there plainly and also ashamed of the fact that it was his fault. regardless, he cleared his throat and called your name, sitting across from you and meeting your smile with his own.

your book was a mystery novel, one he easily enough got you talking about with a bit of prompting. judging by the place your bookmark held, you were a good ways through it, likely just before the reveal. just from your summary, he could easily guess the culprit, but what was the point in ruining your fun?

“so, who do you think it is?”

there were few things lyney liked more than seeing the people he cared for happy and in their element. you got to share your theories and he could listen to your voice out of all the bustle in the city, ordering ile flottante to have an excuse to keep quiet. your own tea was growing cold, but he could always get you another. would picking up the tab make up for his tardiness? it probably shouldn’t.

around halfway through your defense of the butler—cleared by his alibi, but still deemed suspicious by the bartender—you stopped, looking somewhere over his shoulder. he didn’t hear anything out of the ordinary..

your hand rose to tap at your face, just at the corner of your lip. “you’ve got icing on you, by the way.”

ah. well, wasn’t that the perfect topping to his evening?

he grabbed a napkin and quickly wiped across the offending cheek, but you shook your head. “no, the other one.”

at least you were smiling? that made his mistake worth it. he was usually a tidy eater—but he also usually didn’t order flottante, since it was usually too sweet for his liking. today, he’d decided to give it a try, and look where that had gotten him…

he told you as such, and you laughed. he liked hearing you laugh. laughter meant happiness, and happiness meant a job well done. maybe he should get it more often?

“are you doing this intentionally?”

he folded the napkin twice, eyes on you. “doing what intentionally?”

“you missed it twice.” oh, archons- “here, just sit still.”

he didn’t have much time to protest before you were taking your napkin in hand, carefully swiping it an inch or so to the side from where he’d guessed. like him, you folded the mess inside, but unlike him you actually had something on yours, a pale gold in the afternoon light. the whole interaction had lasted maybe a second or two, but it stuck in his head for far longer.

you put a lot of trust into him, more than he knew what to do with. people were not typically fond of the fatui, and even less fond of the magician who could snatch their wallets before they could blink (nevermind that he’d had to learn that skill to survive). it was strange that he could make the same mistake over and over and your faith that he would show never wavered.

not that he ever wanted to give you a reason to. he always kept his promises to those he loved.

[bunnibaby-love]

Bunny reader with imbibitor lunae (Dan Heng)

Rough smut

Danheng IL x Bunny!Reader

♡ female reader + hybrid bunny + sub reader + mating + heat + dumblification + ddlg + corruption + degradation + 69 + breeding + 1k words

Dan Heng may decide to not stay on Xianzhou anymore but he still visits from time to time to visit his old friends. He isn't really good at dealing with people but he likes animals. Maybe taking this cute bunny will be good idea?

You, little bunny selling your handmade stuffs. Smilling sweetly with your twinkling doe eyes on everyone. He approach you to look at your stuffs but when he met your innocent gaze, there something on him throb

Oh how cute would your eyes will look like crying? Your pinkish pouty lips whimpering and your pale cheeks being red and rosy. Perhaps its part of DanHeng dragon insticts to ruin a cute bunny like you

"Hi.." You look up and see his eyes staring at you. He looks so handsome! You just can't help but blush and wag your tail a bit

"I'll take this" He bought your pink ribbon hairclip. Maybe he has lover already? You can't help but pout and look down

You feel a big hands held your hair and place a clip "As i thought...it looks cute on your little girl" you looked up again and blush and saw him smiling

"For me..? ah...thank you" you clench your thighs shyly with his approach. This man is just your type. He's nice and sweet! If only you know what he is thinking

Danheng visit you at your mini shop place everyday. He helps you make and sell your stuffs. He is just so nice you are falling for him already!

The rain is pouring when you finish selling late at night. Danheng the gentlemen he is, offers to take you back at your house. Your house is small but cozy at the forest. It's a perfect place for a cute bunny like you.

"I hope you like my house..." You, always shy around him and Danheng can't help but chuckle "It's cute angel" he pats your head as he looks around your place. You really love pink and white as everything is basically in that color or any other pastels

"Mhm.." He hears you whimper and you instantly covers your lips to look away. Danheng isn't oblivious to not know. It's your heat. He grins. It's just what he is waiting for.

"Bunny..." He hugs you from behind and you feel him. But something is different. He feels bigger

You turn around and met his form. "Imbibitor Lunae?" You weren't maybe that dumb to not know who he is. The traitor of Luofo. There's something sinister on his grin. But instead of fear, you feel more wet

"I heard bunnies loves mating..." He cupped your ass "eeek...!" you squeak when you feel his palm on your ass and he stroke your tail

He met your love gaze eyes and pouty lips "Please...help.." You grind your body against his body and he grips your tail tighter "Behave" he said sternly and push you to your bed

"Awh.." You whimper due to sudden roughness and he's now on top of you. Danheng is usually warm and sweet but now on his Vidhayara form, he looks intimidating but it just turns you on more

"Always wearing cute dresses f'me" He's roughly untying the laces of your babydoll dress "Mhm you're always wearing short dress. Are you seducing all the men who saw you?" He bites your neck "Slut"

"Eeek no...! m'not a slut!" you feel like crying with his mean words "only want you..please put your cock on my cunny...breed me...please daddie" you whimper as he leaves hickeys all over your neck and collarbone

"Of course i would" He throws away your dress. He chuckles seeing you wearing a lingerie underneath "Are you expecting me to fuck you mhm" He is losing patience with all the laces and ribbons on your pretty body that he just rips your lingerie

You whimper when he pulls away from you to take off his clothes and lay beside you "Lay your cunt on my head bunny" He command and you hurridly lay on top of him.

Your mouth waters seeing his two big cocks infront of your face. "Aah..." You feel his forked tongue laps your cunny. You give his cocks kitten licks and take him down to your throat while stroking the other one

He manhandles you to lay on your back and his cock nudging your pussy. He's panting and all red like you. "Please....put it in" you shake your ass and he grips your hips

"Are you a virgin bunny?" He said in low voice. His patience is growing thin but he doesn't wanna hurt you. You shyly nods.

"I can...take it all please.." He slowly starts to enter your cunt and you held on bedsheet when you feel the pain but he just kiss your lips as he takes you

You feel his movement getting faster and the pain is being replace by plessure. He grips both of your hands to pinned above your head with his left hand while playing with your clit with his right hand

You feel a sudden pain when you realize he enters his second cock to your cunt but he just kiss you all over your face

You squirted all over and even on his face but he just licks it and continue fucking you roughly "No more daddy....too...much...!" It doesn't look like he is even planning on stopping anytime soon.

"I'm gonna knot you..." He nimble at your ear as he keep pounding on your cunt. "You're gonna be...my mate.."

"Yes...yes..." Already losing ability to think he keeps ruining your little cunny till he cums inside and you feel a knot inside of you

"Good girl..." You don't even wanna think anymore with a the overwhelming plessure. Just looking at his eyes with your lovesick gaze

"You're gonna carry all my babies..." Danheng smirks with the though. Maybe he would stay at luofo with you or takes you to the astral express. Making a family with you

[v1xcor3]

How Squid Game Characters Would React If You Farted <3

Content: Cursing at Jang Geum-ja's part; word 'ass' shows up a lot throughout most of the fic; Frontman implied big booty worship (being half serious with this one); implied fem!reader in Young-mi's part

Note: that heart in the title isn't a heart, it's a fart. It's a shart <333333 also I didn't necessarily had the thought of 'how the squid game characters would react if their s/o fart sharted' per se but it's 2025 people, do whatever the hell you want !! <33333333333 not proofread not edited not gluten-free nor lactose intolerant let's gooooo 💥💥💥💥 p.s I have nothing against Taco Bell nor Temu if anything I LOVE me a good taco Tuesday and also idk much about temu I ain't cacawcasiam 🇺🇲🦅🦅🦅

GI HUN'S TEAM

Gi Hun / Player 456

"We are not horses, we are humans." Gi Hun says while referring to the mysterious stench intensifying across the room...

Young-il / Player 001 / Frontman

Is the one secretly singing Jay Park's 'I know you got a fat ass, you know I love a fat ass' in the background and then acts all freaked out and disgusted when other players start turning their heads around

Jung-bae / Player 390

Politely asks if you want to go to the bathroom and offers to accompany you if you needed to do a number 3 so badly.

Dae-ho / Player 388

Would it be cruel for me to imagine him flinching at first listen thinking it was a rain of gunshots 😭😭😭😭😭

But then he starts whiffing in the air and smells that taco tuesday in the air and acts all big bro and gentlemanly saying that letting out a little gas is a sign of a healthy gut, which means a healthy body, which means a perfect player for the games!! ✊( ╹▽╹ )

Kim Jun-hee / Player 222

Can't imagine what her baby's shart would smell like if you alone smell like the backrooms of an onion factory.

HYUN-JU'S TEAM

Hyun-ju / Player 120

Would absolutely keep a calm demeanor even though she feels like ripping out (laughing, not farting) on the inside.

All jokes aside, she probably genuinely starts worrying about your mental and physical condition from then on.

"Hey, I'm sorry I voted for 'O' in the previous round. I just... didn't know these games made you so..."

"My constipation shouldn't be an excuse for you to stop playing, unnie. Also, I'd prefer it if we just. Never bring that up again."

She respects your decision and silently goes about her day without uttering another word.

Still totally finds the whole situation funny though.

Young-mi / Player 095

Honestly? She gets it.

High anxiety girlies need some sort of relief especially from games like this, right?

Young-sik / Player 007

"That wasn't me." (And it was probably also him, except his was silent but deadly and yours was a whole Neil Armstrong Rocketship, so he at the moment does the manliest thing he could ever muster up in his life and acts bewildered like literally everybody else.")

Jang Geum-ja / Player 149

Now Ms oldie wouldn't complain. She'd probably ignore it, maybe laugh it off if it was a blast, but that blast you just bomblasted was a little too harsh for her taste and nose and earlobes so she can't help but blink rapidly while looking at the floor for three seconds, getting off of her crusty bunk to walk over to you with all the strength and courage she could muster up in her knees:

"Now who the fuck decided to give you a breakfast burrito and the rest of us kimbaps? Were there beans in your milk too? Once we get out of here, I'll have you go see a doctor before you can even think about eating at our baddie beef brunch at my house—"

Yong-sik beside his mom tugging at her sleeve in second hand embarrassment from the both of you. "Omma, that's enough—"

"Get out of my face you little shit. 😠😡"

Seon-nyeo / Player 044

Genuinely thinks she's heard the cries of the spirits that have passed in these games and starts shivering the hell out of her system

"Gods of heavens of Earth of Vegans of Vegetarians—"

"💨💨💨💨💨💨💨💨🫶"

"GODS OF HEAVENS OF EARTH OF VEGETARIANS—!"

"💨💨💨💨💨💨💨💨🙏🙏🤲‼️"

TEAM THANOS

Thanos / Player 230

"What the hell man! You stink!"

"My bad man 🧍‍♀️—"

"Nahhh I was talking about the title of my new diss track to MG coin, and that's exactly the beat I was going for."

Proceeds to beatbox a thanoshart rap.

🎤 "I know you got a fat ass 🙏🎶 you know I love a fat ass 🙏 🎶"

Unironically sounds so good you forget about the embarrassment of farting in front of Thanos and rap along with him.

Nam-gyu / Player 124

Chuckles like the devious little minion he is and proceeds to recite 'Think U The Shit' by icespice like he's in Ballad of Songbirds

Semi / Player 038

Had a moment of hope the toxicity of the stench would gag her teammates (mainly Thanos and Nam-gyu) and have them faint for a good three seconds but then gets irritated by the fact that lackluster dumbasses like them derive musical inspiration out of something so minute she herself starts tweaking

Minsu / Player 125

"she's still a 10."

"Minsu what 😃😃?"

"... 🙂😐😶🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️"

Gyeong-su / Player 256

Is chill about it 100%

You can serve a fart up to 42000 decebles and this guy is a-okay with it

OTHERS

Myung-gi / Player 333

Farts back to assert dominance

The Salesman

You didn't fart in front of him.

He farted behind you.

And then masks the whole thing by offering you a game of ddakji, free bread, even.

Kang No-eul / Guard 011

Uses the toxins from the fart to commit arson to the entire squid game establishment but not enough to stop the American spin off from happening 😓😓😓😓😓

Park Gyeong-seok / Player 246

Actually the most normal from all of them and just respectfully nods like, 'yup, you did that!"

Jeong-dae / Player 100

His face would literally scream: 'Eugh, God what is that putrid stench?'

Rounds everyone up to smell that fart smella and all the 'X's and 'O's start beefing with each other over it with pitchforks and asian mom slippers reigning over their heads

Hwang In-ho

"It's alright. Everyone makes mistakes, and I still view very highly of you. You still have my trust."

*farts even more, the smell and sound quadrupling in intensity*

"Okay, that's—"

"💨💨💨💨💨💨💨"

Woo-seok / Mr. Choi

IS SECRETLY VOICE RECORDING YOUR FARTS USING A CARROT PEN FROM TEMU AS EVIDENCE FOR THE TACO BELL POISONING OF '87

Masterlist

💖 Divider by @cafekitsune & @steddiecameraroll-graphics 💖

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𖧷 Dirty Diana 🍷

in which you want to surprise your dad with his favorite band tickets. you're really lucky when you stumble upon the lead guitarist, Joel Miller, at your local grocery store. things escalate- but you do get those tickets.

★ ͘rockstar!joel miller, fem!reader, dom joel, sub reader, afab reader, p in v sex unprotected, rough joel, age gap, dumbification of reader, hair pulling, slapping, head m and f receiving, creampie, kind of size kink if u tilt your head, joel has tattoos and a piercings (yummy), sir kink, almost pet play, lots of pet names. drinking, mentions of cheating. lmk if i missed any!!!! ( The pic in the banner doesn't describe the readers body!! there for the aesthetics) not proofread

you've never been a rock fan. sure, you'd enjoy listening to the songs your dad played on your 3 hour long car rides, the ones he always sets as his ring-tone...

but you were in a dilemma nowㅡ there's a giveaway of sorts with tickets to your dad's most favorite band from the early 90's, and to even have a chance at those tickets you need to submit a video of yourself singing one of their songs.

now you would ask your dad, but the first thing that made you this set on getting those tickets was surprising him with them on his upcoming birthday. you'd buy them, but they're either sold out or 200 bucks on shady sitesㅡ and you're a broke college student on winter break.

you sigh, closing your laptop and throwing it on the other side of the bed. you stare up at the ceiling, counting the little neon stars you've had there since you were 10. they always calmed youㅡ made your brain less foggy, even for just a few seconds.

groaning, you throw your legs around, frustrated and disappointed in yourself. this would've really made his worries slip away, for a bit, after what happened with your mom. you still can't wrap your head around why your mom chose her exceeding in nothing, 2 palms of receding hairline co-worker. i mean, he was richㅡ super fucking rich, but was it worth it? your dad didn't deserve it.

you wipe the tears you've just now realized were dripping down your face. "i need something to drink." sniffling, you put on your plush jacket, get some slippers , and spray on some perfume. "at least need to smell presentable if i look likeㅡ" you stare into the mirror, laughing to yourself, "that."

you stroll out of your house and down the street. you were lucky for the grocery store just about 7 minutes away, give or take. it wasn't that small but it wasn't big either, at least not big enough so that you learned form a young age where all of your favorite iles were.

"Hi, Miss Sammy!" you greet the cashier, an old friend of the family and sort of an aunt to youㅡ you remember when she'd let you stay after school in the back of the store up until 5 pm, when your dad came to pick you up. "Hi, honey! How's winter break treating you?"

"'s fine... I'm glad to be back home with dad." you smile and her gaze softened. "Well if you ever need anythin', you let me know sugar, mkay?" you nod, walking to the furthest part of the store, where all of the drinks were. you look around, trying to find the cheapest thing that can get you dizzy the fastest. really deep in your mind you failed to notice someone coming up to your side, breaking the silence.

"Rough day?" you jump, taking one step back before you turn around to see who it was.

"Yeah, you could say thaㅡ wait." you pause. holy shit. you couldn't believe your eyes. "I know you! You're thㅡ" he presses his fingers agains your lips, and oh, it sends a shiver down your back. "quiet down, darlin'."

you nod, whispers-yelling, "You're Joel Miller, right?" he sighs, smiling at your question, and your eyes light up. this is perfect, so, so perfect. "My dad loves you guysㅡ you and your band."

"that so?" your arms flare up, smiling so big. "you've no idea! 's why i was so excited to hear about you coming to town. Wanted to surprise him."

"wanted?" Joel quirks his eyebrows up, his voice dropping an octave. "Yeah, well, i found out pretty late about it and - well, tickets, they're super expensive now, as you'd imagine.." You sigh, turning back to look at the bottles catching the white light of the room. "jus' wanted to give him something to be happy about, you know?" You reach out to grab a 16$ bottle of wine you know is too sweet, but it'll do. trying to lift the mood, you try your hand at a joke. "guess my only option is to fuck somebody who has those tickets." you look at him and his brows are furrowed. stupid, stupid, stupid joke, stupid you.

"so-rry, didn't mean toㅡ"

"that so, pretty girl?" Those words go straight to your core, causing you to nip at your bottom lip, stiff like a stone. "Now, you can't just say somethin' like thatㅡ" Joel leans in closer "'n not answer me."

you look up at him, and you finally get a better look. there aren't many pictures of him close up on the internet, mostly grainy ones where you can barely make out his tattoos. you gulp, eyes traveling across his face: a brow piercing, a full beard with patches of gray, a neck tattoo with a ravenㅡ he looked surreal.

"y'gonna answer me, angel-face? or do i need to pull out those words myself?" god, you were practically dripping on the linoleum of the store, cheeks ablaze and words tangled in your throat.

"I'm ㅡ" he traces his inked fingers across the exposed part of your neck, chuckling at your demeanor. "I live 5 minutes away." you blurt out, causing his eyes to widen. "maybeㅡ come over?" god, what were you doing? you sure hope not to regret your words later. but right now, two things you knew for certain: you were way too turned on, and he was way too hot for his age.

Joel smirks, his fingers lingering on your skin. "Well, darlin', seems like fate's on your side today." He grabs the bottle of wine you were holding, examining it. "I ain't lettin' you drink that, girl." he scoffs, picking up a bottle of Giulio Ferrari from 1992, not even looking at the price. "Let me spoil you a bit, yeah." you can't even say a word, you pathetically whine, as your knees wobble like jelly.

Joel puts the hoodie over his head and looks down at you, his firey stare making your cheeks burn up all over again. "y'know the lady?" he asks, motioning his head towards Sammy who was busy playing Rummy on her phone. "I do, old familyㅡ well, like family." He nods, patting your shoulder, "you go ahead, wait f'me in front of the store by that coffee machine. I'mma pay real quick, yeah?" you nod so fast, way too excited with those butterflies tying knots in your stomach, you head to the door.

"Bye, Miss Sammy!" you wave, and she just hums and gives half of a wave back "buh-bye, sugar." too fixed on her phone. As Joel pays for the bottle of wine, he glances back at you exiting the store.

"Lead the way, darlin'. Let's see if we can work something out." and oh, the way those words make you drip in anticipation. the way you were so eager to have his hands all over your body- those tickets were the last thing on your mind right now. You both head towards your house, the cold air adding a sense of urgency to the situation. You couldn't believe how needy he made you with just a few words. Small talk fills the short journey, with Joel sharing stories from the road and you nervously responding.

Once inside your home, Joel looks around appreciatively. "Cozy place you got here." you nod, leading him to the kitchen. "your daddy home?"

"no.." you fumble your steps as you hurriedly put two glasses on the counter for Joel to fill up with wine. Joel smirks, sensing the tension in the air. "Just us, then," he says, pouring the wine into the glasses. The rich aroma of the aged wine fills the room as he hands you a glass. "Cheers to unexpected encounters," he toasts, clinking glasses with you. The wine is exquisite, but the real intoxication is the electrifying presence of Joel. Tattoos adorned his body, his fluffy hair laid perfectly, strands of gray standing out; the way his muscles bulged through his shirtㅡ you could see it all better now.

"feels like you're about to eat me, baby. way you're starin' me down." joel chuckles. "sorry I'mㅡ sorry." you nervously sip from you glass trying to put out the fire in your core, his voice making it ten times harder for you. "now, how you gonna get what you want if you get so shy on me, hm?"

joel steps closer to you, and your chest burns, heaving up and down as his arms snake around your waist and settle onto your tummy. "ain't you a big girl? thought you were- how you so eagerly invited a stranger ㅡsuch an old man into your home when your daddy ain't around." he rubs through you, a squeaky whimper slipping past your lips as you felt his bulge against you. "oh, she likes that, don't she?" you breathe out "god.."

"not god, baby..jus' me." he chuckles murkily.

"please..." you plead, palms now on top of his as you slowly turn your head to expose your neck further. "please what, babygirl?"

"please, sir..t-touch me." you back your body further, prompting joel to groan and tighten his grasp on you. "jesus, girl." he laughs "dirty little thing." his rough hands make their way under your lace trimmed long-sleeve, grasping at you breasts.

"no bra, baby?" he asks, swirling his thumbs across your sprung up nipples, and you moan a quiet 'no'. "what if your daddy walks through that door right now, huh?"

"dont care..." you lean more into his touch, intoxicated from it and his scent, a hint of smoky wood, and a touch of muskㅡ he smelled delicious. you couldn't wait to have him on your tongue.

"'course you don't. needy little whore wants an old man to fuck her senselessㅡ need me to fill ya up with this cock til you're dumb and can't think no more." you moan, so eagerly shaking your head as you press your ass onto his hard-on, getting joel to wrap his thick fingers around your throat and spin you around to face him. "not so fast, girl. wanna see ya beg, can you do that f'me angel?" his graps grow rougher, and you mewl out a string of yes, yes, yes, whilst dropping to your knees, as he instructs

"eyes up, babyㅡ there she is." joel strokes your face before delivering a harsh slap onto your already red cheek. moaning, you rub your thighs together as to evade just a bit of pressure in your cunt. "pretty little slut. so pretty like this." he growls, taking a handful of your hair "go on now. beg. tell sir how bad you need his cock."

and you do. you beg and plead, press your face against his thigh like a little puppy. you don't take you eyes off of his, prompting yourself with his boot under your clothed cunt. "please, sir.. v'been so good..." and you start moving slowly, cheek now flush against his crotch. you moan and rut against him, heat washing over your whole body. you wanted to make him proud, you dont know what came over youㅡ you were so drunken and you didn't know if it was because of the wine or because of joel.

the way he stared down at you, his pupils almost like an eclipse to his hazel eyes, lips half hidden behind his mustache. The way his piercing gaze holds yours, unwavering and commanding; he was rough and enticing, mean in just the right wayㅡ his voice dripped like honey and you couldn't hold but lick it up and let it poison you through and through.

"atta girl." you looked so vulnerable. so innocent. so raw and ready for him to taint and infect you with his all. he unbuckled his pants, leaving them a bit open at the top, perfectly for you to see the strain his thick cock put onto his briefs. "c'mon. don't make me wait, baby..." you didn't need to hear more, eagerly pulling out his erect length, letting it slap onto his clothed belly. you could drool at the sight, all though you're pretty sure you already were. he was bigㅡ huge even, the biggest you've ever seen. it was girthy and had veins running down it, tip red, dripping with precum. "too b-big-" you manage to let out. "you'll make it fit, puppy. for me, yeah? c'mon, let me fuck that pretty mouth." and you softly reply with 'yes, sir' before he yanks at your hair and directs his dick right between your lips. "open. widee openㅡ there you go." he encourages you as you try your best to fit that monster into your mouth. it hurts and your chin stings as joel slowly stars to thrust his length into you mouth- or at list what fits of it.

"pretty slut. look so good with her mouth full of cock." joel hums as you whine around him. "like this cock, baby?" he knows you can't answer, mouth too full and brain to fuzzy. "so cock stupid, can't even speak." he laughs. you've never felt like this, god, not even imagined something like this. yet there you were with someone who's twice your age fucking your mouth. "what would your daddy say?" you whine and squeeze around nothing, nails digging into the back of his knees. joel can only laugh as he puls out, rubbing his tip over your lips to collect the drool that mixed with his precum, and smear it all over your rosy cheeks.

you felt so dirty. but it felt rightㅡ for a good cause, right?

he slaps your face with his length before pulling you up by your hair, bending you over the kitchen counter. "gonna let me fuck you, babygirl?"

"yes-" you wriggle into his hold. "yes, what?" hes prying "yes, sir." you obediently reply. "good fuckin' pup." he doesn't even haltㅡ joel pulls down your pants at once with your panties. he delivers a harsh slap before trailing his digits right between your legs. "poor lil' cunt. look at 'er." he coos. "crying for this cock."

"please, sirㅡ mmhg.." whining, you try to rub yourself onto his fingers, but he quickly slaps you again, this time on the side of your thigh. "don't be a greedy bitch. you take what i give you, understand?"

"y-yes, sir, pleaseㅡ" he clicks his tongue before kneeling, spreading your pussy lips as he does, leaning in and blowing onto your sensitive clit. you jump and moan in frustration. "i know, baby, i know." he spreads your legs further, finally landing a soft and teasing lick between your folds. it doesn't take long for joel to go at it, sucking and licking at your cunt like theres no tomorrow, your desperate pleads to come only fueling him. "not yet, angel-baby." he gorans, picking himself up. "want you to come 'round my cock. want you to come while i stuff you up nice 'n good." you nod, not even half sure what you heard, you were too dizzy and the sudden lack of stimulation drove you mad.

joel positions himself behind you, lifting your leg up so one of your knees rests onto the counter. he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock, wanting to pull more from you, to get you even needful. you couldn't barely muster to hold yourself up, letting all of your weight on Joel, deprived pleads rolling of your tongue.

when he's content with the teasing, he starts to ease into you. it's like you're awakened from a trance, fully aware of everything, and every fiber of your body. it all vibrates as a sting spreads through your body, and you squeeze around Joel. "fuckkㅡ so fuckin' tight, baby- I'd think were a virgin if i didn't know what a cock slut you actually are." he laughs somberly before plunging straight into you. your tongue luls out, tears on the brink of your eyes as you cand only squeal out pathetic moans and incoherent blathers. "shitㅡ ! squeezing me so good, baby"

and he goes at you, diving deeper and deeper with each hit of his hips, one palm holding your leg up and one pressing you face flush on the cold surface of the counter. "like that? like it when an old man has his way with ya, huh?" you can't hear him, you barely make out his words; your eyes roll back and spine arched as he plummets into your cunt. "fucked you stupid, huh? dirty girl." joel snickers, feeling your walls squeeze around him as he takes one of your palms and places it right on top of your belly. "feel." and, fuck, you feel. his cock reaches so far into you it bulges through your pelvis; you feel it and you're jelly all over again.

he takes both his arms and hold you by your shoulders, hit after hit after hit sending you deeper into oblivionㅡ and you can only moan and cry as you feel your orgasm approaching. desperately, you clench around his cock, sending joel into a frenzy. "wanna come, pup? tell me." he's stern and rough with his request. "hhhaㅡ y-yes, plea-se..." you don't know if you're crying because you feel too good or because of how desperately you need to come.

"come then, make me proud, baby." you writhe as the knots in your core begin to untie, shaking under joel whilst it hits you like a wave of warmth and frost at once. it doesn't take long for him to reach his limit, digging his nails through your thighs, gritting his teeth as he leaves bruises onto you, you wish would never go away.

"need'a come babyㅡ shit! where, tell me where baby." you feel him so deep, you're drunk on him, vision blurry and mind fogged up. you usually don't say this. "in-side- inside, sir, please.." you beg, and you don't wait more than two more seconds as joel spills his warm seed into you, causing you to lick your lips as if you could taste it. Joel holds himself over you, panting as he trails soft kisses onto your back. "did so good, babygirl." you smile stupidly, rolling your hips against his.

"soㅡ" he makes a pause. "you still want those tickets?"

⏜⃞♡⠀⠀🐰 hoohououiuoooio hi guys im kind of pretty obsessed with joel rn so i gotta quench my thirst. this has 3.1k words. hope u like it!! muahhhh thank u again for 150!!!! if u see any grammatical errors no u didn't.

[chaaistained]

hii!¡!¡ am so happy you wanna share more ab your better cr !¡

i was more curious ab your girl trip :)) ITALY TRIPS SOUND SO FUN ?!

girls trip to sicily, italy

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i'm not sure if you've caught on yet, but i'm indian. and as most indian daughters (as well as being the first born) i had a pretty sheltered and, somewhat, overprotected childhood. thankfully, with age came maturity and with that came trust from my parents and the annual girls' trips began the year i turned 18 !!

in 2025, my girlfriends and i (there's four of us) plan a week long trip to the island of sicily in southern italy —

our first stop will be at avola for four days. straight off the plane, we plan to drive down from the regional airport near syracuse to get to avola and reach our airbnb, and then it's just about four days straight of beaches, shopping and relaxing (safe for our one stop for sightseeing at the Chiesa Madre San Nicoló because of course i'd stop by a cathedral, i'm nothing if not the standard textbook cut out of the thought daughter, head between aged papers, questioning everything between the sky and the soil, and doesn't religious imagery just pair so perfectly with that?) anyway..

after that, we venture back up to ortygia for the rest of the week. after multiple days of lounging around, lazing between beach chairs and bedsheets, we’d all be bumping around the house with energy that needs an outlet. and the perfect solution is to go out each and every day for the rest of our trip and explore the wonders of ortygia. overall we plan to go to five prominent places :

the syracuse cathedral aka il Duomo — again . religious imagery goes crazy, especially bcs one of my oc's is someone who battles with it throughout her story and you bet i will use the setting and surroundings and historical stories to inspire me and my writing (bcs yes, even in my better cr, i'm a fanfic writer 😌) and you cannot keep me and my girlies away from that place, okay? it was built on the bones of an old greek temple of Athena??? ofcs we're going

Galleria regionale di Palazzo Bellomo di Siracusa — two of my girlfriends are avid artists and they would really want to see this !! plus, the grounds of this gallery look beautiful as well like i just know i'm gonna get the best pictures >.<

Museo Naturalistico Siracusa-Wunderkammer — I REALLY CAN'T WAIT FOR THIS ONE !!!! there's is something so inherently and unashamedly me?? about the entire concept of this museum i mean; it is a ❝ 'cabinet of curiosities,' showcasing a collection of natural history objects alongside art and artifacts from various periods ❞ and apparently ❝ The museum embraces the concept of "horror vacui," or "fear of empty spaces," filling the space with a rich array of objects and art ❞ .. i mean COME ON ??!!! it is the perfect stop for the chaotic academic neat but messy hoarder maximalist in me

Tempio di Apollo (Apollonion) — THE TEMPLE OF APOLLO !!! there's really not a lot to say about this i mean, it's another temple ruin of a greek god, ofcs we'd go and it leads perfectly into the final destination ...

Giardino di Apollo — my absolute favourite location by far, by a long shot, cannot be beat, bcs LOOK AT IT (just look it up it's worth it i promise). it's so green and lush and the statues and art that's interspersed between the flora ?? my god i cannot wait to take photos, if it wasn't for the unlimited storage that i scripted, i'd be fucked

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there's so much more i could talk about when it comes to this trip, i have other posts planned !! i was gonna put it all on here but it would get way too long T^T anyway ! look forward to a post about the quiet moments i have to myself in italy, the night time adventures and the FOOD ???

cuppa queries; order in — ask responses

2025 © chaaistained

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Beautifully original 1869 Victorian in Eureka, IL has 5bds, 2ba, 3,314sqft, reduced $10k to $315k. The seller is so particular, the listing said that only adults are allowed inside to see it and are warned not to touch anything, especially the antiques. Geesh.

She's all decorated. Look at the newel post. Lovely entrance hall. So, i guess, they're not leaving anything like the gorgeous antique hall stand.

I can understand how they feel. Look at this place, it's like a museum. It's like stepping back in time.

Two beautiful reception rooms.

Light filled dining room.

An everyday breakfast area.

That's some long counter. It must be an architectural salvage piece form an old general store.

The kitchen is too perfect. They did a good reno, though.

Nice reading area on the upstairs landing. I like how they made it look that the books are messy.

Lovely bedroom. Where are they going to move this furniture? To another Victorian? It's beautiful.

Vintage/modern bath reno.

The rooms are nicely wallpapered, but it's the antique furniture that makes them.

Beautiful bedrooms, all of them.

It looks like all the carpeting is new.

I'm wondering if the house was originally one bath, and they made this one in a spare space under the eaves.

The owner was also into gardening, so the buyer will get gorgeous grounds.

It's impeccably maintained.

Stunning arbor at the entrance gate.

Beautiful plantings.

The property is surrounded by a vintage wrought iron fence.

The back porch.

There are lovely places to sit around the property.

0.52 acre lot.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/405-S-Darst-St-Eureka-IL-61530/5584697_zpid/

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Handle With Care — Droid x Reader

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The call came in at 1:34 AM, pulling you out of a deep sleep. Jaime’s voice was loud, slurred, and unmistakably drunk. “Baaaabe,” he drawled, stretching the word so long you thought the call had glitched. “I neeeed ya. Gotta… gotta come get me.” “Jaime,” you groaned, already rubbing your temples. “Where are you?” “Uhhhhh… wait, lemme ask,” he said, the phone muffling as you heard him yelling in the background. “MATT! WHERE WE AT?!” He came back on the line, giggling. “I’m at Matt’s house, or… someone’s house. Maybe? Nah, nah—it’s Matt’s. Yeah.” You sighed, already throwing on a sweatshirt. “Stay there. Don’t move. I’m on my way.” “I won’t move a muscle,” he promised, before adding with exaggerated sincerity, “I love you sooooo much, babe.” When you arrived, chaos greeted you. Matt was laughing at something Jaime had just done, while Pezzy and Grizzy were half-heartedly trying to keep him near the front door.

“Thank god you’re here,” Matt said, opening the door wider for you. “He’s been yelling your name for the past half hour.” “Y/N is comin’! Y/N is the BEST!” Jaime yelled, throwing his hands in the air when he spotted you. “SEE?! TOLD YA!” You raised an eyebrow. “What am I walking into?” Pezzy smirked. “Drunk love confessions. Apparently, you’re a goddess or something.” “Goddess ain’t even enough,” Jaime slurred, stumbling toward you with open arms. “You’re… you’re my angel. My everything. My—uh—shit, what’s bigger than everything?” “Stop talking,” you said, barely catching him as he almost fell into you. “We’re going home.” The ride home was a mix of compliments and incoherent rambling. “You smell… so good,” Jaime mumbled, leaning his head against the window. “Like… flowers. Or cookies. Or like… flower cookies?” “Thanks,” you said, biting back a laugh. “And your face!” he exclaimed suddenly, turning to look at you with wide, adoring eyes. “How’s it so pretty? It’s illegal, babe. IL-LE-GAL.”

“Jaime, drink your water,” you said, passing him a bottle to keep him occupied. He took a dramatic sip, then held the bottle up like a trophy. “Look! I’m hydratin’ for you, my love.” By the time you got him inside, he was slightly more coherent but still a mess. You managed to steer him to the couch, where he flopped down like a ragdoll. “Water,” you said firmly, handing him a glass. “All of it. Now.” “Yes, boss,” he said, taking an exaggerated sip before grinning up at you. “Am I doin’ good? Am I bein’ a good boy?” “You’re being exhausting,” you muttered, tugging off his shoes as he continued to beam at you. “You looove me,” he sing-songed, wiggling his toes. “Even when I’m a pain in the ass.” “Lucky for you, I do,” you said, pulling him up to his feet. “Now let’s get you to bed.” Once in bed, Jaime refused to let you go. “Don’t leave,” he mumbled, his words slurring together. “Need you. Wanna cuddle.” “I’m not going anywhere,” you assured him, tucking the blanket around him as he pulled you into his arms.

“You’re… perfect,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “I’m… I’m gonna marry you one day. Jus’ wait.” You smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Go to sleep, Jaime.” As his breathing evened out, you couldn’t help but chuckle. Drunk or not, Jaime had a way of making you feel like the most loved person in the world—even if he drove you crazy in the process.