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[chosoclub]

      ✩ I WAS BUSY THINKIN' 'BOUT BOYS

TAGS: MDNI! ° (TOJI, GOJO, NANAMI)(&READER) ° fingering (f!receiving) ° cunnilingus (f!receiving) ° penetration ° afab!reader ° no y/n mention A/N: this has been sitting in my docs since...september...of last year...pls enjoy ✌︎('◡'✌︎ ) listen to boys by charli xcx

“I NEED THAT BAD BOY TO DO ME RIGHT ON A FRIDAY” ☆ FUSHIGURO TOJI

You hear the rev of his engine, peeling rubber settling against the concrete curb before you even get a text or call. You peer at him from your window, watching as he digs his phone out from his sweatpants pocket, you can see the beads of sweat along his temple, illuminated by the neon screen. 

A roll of the eyes when you read the message, dichotomous to the way your heart jumps when you hear the ding!

You home? 

Nonchalantly,

Yeah, come up

The doorbell chimes with Toji’s presence, despite the amount of times you’ve told him to just come in. He stands there, all dark frock, umber hair sticky to his forehead, deep onyx eyes eating you up. 

“Close the fucking door, you’re letting all the cold air out,” he says swiftly, passing you by and inside, knocking his concrete shoulder against yours. No rebuttal back, only a gentle close of the front door. 

When you turn around, you almost run straight into his chest. He’s already smirking, something about the way your pajamas hang around your hips, the dip of them swinging the front door closed already has his blood rushing all over. 

“God, you’re so sweaty,” you say.

Toji smirks, snaking a hand around your waist, forcibly pushing against your lower back until your abdomen is pressed against him. He reaches a hand and runs it over your hair, softly and gently tugging at the ends. 

“Don’t lie, I know you like me like this, baby,” he smirks. 

He tips his fingertips underneath your jaw, lifting your chin to kiss your lips. The gentle gesture is a fluke, as the moment his lips lock onto yours, he is viciously biting, licking, suckling at your lip. He picks you up with ease, and despite his respectful knocking at the door, he is not shy about knowing the way around your house, he could navigate your body and home just the same, with his eyes closed. 

When he dips you on the bed, your shirt and pajama pants disappear immediately. Toji admires your matching lacy set, chuckling under his breath as he takes a finger under the band of your emerald bra, lifts it, and lets it softly snap against your shoulder, “cute set,” he coos.

He silences your soft hiss with another kiss, moving down to your shoulder and kissing the splotch that’s already blooming red and bumpy. His palm reaches below your back to unclasp your bra, with one swoop lifting it off your chest and onto the floor. Down the hollow of your chest and to your apex, he reaches his hand beneath the lace.

“So wet already?” He mocks, leaning up on his knees to admire you sprawled out on the bed. He reaches two fingers in immediately, swirling in the honey-thick pleasure, using the pad of his index to spread it along your apex. He is pulling and pushing agonizingly slow, when you unscrew your eyes, through impatient pants, his conniving grin, the scar perpendicular to his lip fracturing from its usual line. You roll your eyes, 

“You wanna get on with it, Grandma?”

He’s looking at you directly, eyebrows raised, the grin only growing, and the sound of a tut replacing your sighs. 

“As you wish, sweets.”

You barely have time to process the four words, or how fast he’s taken his sweatpants and rolled his shirt over his shoulders, or how fast he is over you like an apex predator, eyes sinister, because he drives his cock so deep so fast, your eyes roll back into your head like a slot machine. He’s bombarding your gummy walls, causing you to gush all around him, an actual curse that only drives him to move deeper and faster. You feel your vagina tighten around his girth, the length of it pushing past it at such a hungry speed, it’s knocking each breath out of your lungs. 

“How’s that, babe?” The pet name now rolls off his pants in ridicule, “that fast enough for you?”

His rough hands hold your torso in place, only more leverage to ram into you so hard that the headboard creaks. Desperately and hopelessly, you pant,

“Y-yes,  fuck yes, it’s fast enough,” Exasperated, hoping for Toji to reach his limit, spare your cervix and lungs in fear that if he continues to slam into you so hard, you’ll lose your ability to breathe. He never does. He chuckles at the way your mouth is agape, only releasing a pant in rhythm to his impaling thrusts. Your pussy continues to betray you, the warmth suddenly stirring hot then boiling until your muscles unknowingly convulse around his cock. Toji hisses at the feeling, gazing down at your body,

“Just couldn’t be patient could ya?” He pants into your neck. “Wanted to treat you all nice and slow, but I knew you’d like this more.” He thrusts in rhythm to your breaths, mouth hanging over yours. The pressure becomes so overbearing, that you give in to the movement, trying your best to slam down on him and match the speed, chasing your release. 

You tighten your eyes shut, the unforgiving thrusts stretching your walls until you’re whining, withering for an orgasm. Toji hums, his intention for you to bottom out completely. With one last rutting thrust, the pressure snaps, the tension releasing until all you can see in front of you is white and the vague outline of Toji. He groans at the sight, making sure you ride every second of your euphoric high. You cry out when he comes inside you, pearly white cum overflowing, seeping from your pussy.

He breathlessly pants against the crook of your neck. You can only muster to bring an arm over his broad back, 

“That was nothing, could’ve been rougher,” You puff.

“Shut the fuck up,” He ensures one last deep thrust before inching out, the overwhelm making you suddenly yelp.

“AND I NEED THAT GOOD ONE TO WAKE ME UP ON A SUNDAY” ☆ SATORU GOJO

It’s not the sun, angled through the split blinds in orange and red, just above the horizon, signifying a time you should be asleep, that wakes you up. It’s instead, how loud, presumably Gojo, slams the front door shut; For if it’s not him, then the burglar inside your apartment made a terrible giveaway when the door slammed and when he followed the boom up with Shit!

He leans against the kitchen counter waiting for you to inevitably come forth, always a light sleeper – He figured you’d snap up and awake if he breathed too loudly. He smiles when he sees you – hair flat against your forehead and matted in the back, eyes just barely open, arms ready for his embrace. 

He holds a carton of two drinks in one hand and a paper bag in the other, nevertheless scooping his arms around your shoulders so you can lay your temple against the crook of his neck.

“Good morning,” his chest vibrates with his voice, lips kissing the crown of your head. You inhale against him, he smells like the brisk morning fog and coffee, the warmth of his hoodie already beginning to lull you back to sleep. He gives another kiss to your head and you detach from his torso. “I got you coffee!” Gojo smiles, extending his arms that hold the key to waking you up in the morning. 

You reach for one of the cups, swinging it back only for the overwhelming taste to melt into your tongue, “Oh my god, this is too sweet, what did they put in this?”

“Oooops, that one is mine,” he tsks, fishing the cup from your hand. He hands you your rightful cup and takes a sip of his own. “I’m going shopping later, you wanna come?”

You nod, smiling into the lid of the cup, taking a sip, and looking up at him through the tops of your lashes, “plenty of time until then though, yeah?”

He nods, “Yeah, plenty of time, we could do whatever.”

You hum. Still not getting it, “Whatever?” With a tilt of your head. 

In a flash the over-the-top-too-sweet latte is placed on the counter, when you look back up at Gojo, his irises flash at the suggestion, pupils widening and contracting. 

“Say no more.” 

You yelp when he scoops his arm under your legs, the other supporting your torso. The sun washes the bedside, orange hues refracting against the white duvet, surface tension breaking when Gojo places you down. He dips down to lock his lips to yours, coffee-coated tongue already gently pushing past the divet of your mouth. He licks your bottom lip, hand coming to your jaw as he mixes your tongue with yours. 

Wasting no time, his hands move to slide your pajamas to the side, his mouth detaching from yours with a slick click. Gojo’s eyes glisten in the morning, the creases at the ends of his eyelids prominent when he looks at you, hair like the glimmer of the moon. There’s something about the look he gives you, his pupils focused like a cat’s, his toothy wicked smile before he disappears between your legs that turns you on more. 

He starts gently, easing his tongue between your folds, the ridges melting against the inner flesh. He puckers his lips slightly before pulling his mouth away completely to give lingering kisses to your inner thigh. The feeling tickles, too distracting to focus on how badly you need his mouth back on your pussy. When his focus is back to your cunt, he’s more crude. He laps at your cunt like it’s spring water, your pleasure fresh on his lips. Gojo's eyes blink up to your face, the difference in his force and speed apparent in your squirms against the bed. He dives his tongue further, folding the walls of it until your cunt sits perfectly into the cup of his tongue. Then he drives it out to tease your clit, to watch you sink into the bed, to marvel at how your knuckles turn white-hot. 

You ride your pelvis against Gojo’s face, the conjunction making him hum against you, sending ripples until they reach your chest. He suckles on your clit, knowing how it draws the cutest whimpers from your lips. He watches how your eyes roll back into your head when he flutters his tongue in waves against your cunt. He catches the twitch of your hip, one of his hands holding your side down so he can divulge further. One more flick of his tongue and you're left gushing, mouth agape, every muscle in your body spasming but Gojo’s palm holds your hip steady so he can savor every single drop out of you. 

It feels like you’re sinking into the bed when he comes back up, an arm sneaking behind your back and gently pulling you up into a kiss. Sunlight falls on both of you, you smile against his lips, a gentle hand coming up to caress his jaw.

“THAT ONE FROM WORK CAN COME OVER ON MONDAY NIGHT” ☆ KENTO NANAMI

Not by some moral conduct, but more to save yourself the headache, you heeded the warning: Don’t date your coworkers.

But when you’re in the work kitchenette, when his brown eyes catch yours, fingertips simmering above your grip on the fridge handle, when a gentle chuckle, a sorry falls from his lips, the admonition topples over, the cautioning words now a mangled, scattered mess rather than a sentence. You lift your hand on instinct, letting him open the fridge door and retrieve his lunch. 

Getting to know Nanami was getting to admire him in silence. He spoke eloquently on calls, he would only requite a kind smile when you bid him goodnight at the end of the workday. You craved to break it. 

When the buzzing, pale lights only illuminate the two of you, two seats apart, staying late one day after meeting a deadline, you muster up the courage, 

“To celebrate, you want to have a drink?” And more squeaky, “together?”

Waiting. Your heart thunders like a dryer with shoes in it. Cheeks tinged soft ruby, Nanami accepts. 

It’s three drinks deep in your apartment that you’ve finally cracked through his exterior, to find a more outspoken Nanami, one that dips his eyes to look directly into yours, yellow-brown pupils swirling like a warm cauldron, inviting you to take a dip. There’s no fourth drink, only two halves of stilled alcohol in their glasses when your lips, flushed rose and plump are caught between his teeth. 

The grip he has on your hips is anything but considerate, blushed crescent moons blossom on your skin, his teeth and tongue anything but kindly leave violet marks to flush across your chest. You slip your hands underneath his dress shirt, feeling his toned torso underneath, pushing against the seams to lift the shirt from his head. The collar catches on his glasses, you giggle at the springs of blond hair that stick from his shirt. Nanami diffuses, chuckling as he detaches his hands from you to pry the shirt off. 

You almost drool at the sight of his abs and chest, a shame this is hidden by that blue shirt, yet you feel fucking honored to be the one to see him naked and hot. A soft sigh and one of his hands grip your breast as his mouth is back on yours ferociously, hungry for you. As your hand reaches nether to undo his belt, Nanami’s whispered gasp, fuck accompanied by a soft smirk sends a buzz through you, toe to toe with his insatiable hunger. 

He lifts you by the hips and onto the granite counter, mouth against your neck as his hands undo your jeans. His fingertips waste no time sliding aside your panties and when he lifts his head, in between the cold compress of his fingers against your pussy, you notice his surprise at how wet you are. Contrary to the way his arm veins bulge against the smooth muscle of his forearm, and the way his blond slicked-back fringe has already lost its form for a messier, softer frock, he flashes a sweet smile, melting you straight into his palm. 

“We’ll clean this counter up later, yeah?” Followed by his two fingers spreading inside you, one overtaking your sweet spot the other drifting down against your folds. His other hand, with your aid, moves his pants and boxers to the floor. His cock springs from his boxers, a soft gasp from your lips at his length. When you meet Nanami’s eyes, he’s blushing. A man made of antithesis.

He enters you with ease, both of you sighing in unison, your head lolling back against the cabinets, his bobbing forward towards your collarbones. Despite the slow pump, he picks up speed exponentially, hands gripping your sides until the veins threaten to seep through, sliding you against his girth. The speed hand in hand with his tip sliding against your cervix, has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. The words that slip from his lips, his current state, the way his bicep is flexed against your temple while his hand is propped up on the cabinet doors, are unlike any you could’ve predicted.

“Would’ve never guessed you were so filthy,” He pants, “would’ve fucked you sooner if I knew.” 

When you bring your head back up, you watch him, his abs compressing and tightening, chest heaving, illuminated by sweat, his eyes keen on your pussy squelching his dick further in. You latch your feet together against his lower back, legs tightening to draw him closer, which sends a deep groan from Nanami, unlocking a speed you didn’t know was possible. Your pelvis moves in unison against his, never separating as you tighten against his cock – any possible way to torture him. 

“I-I,” you pant, breath dissipating against his lips, “so close.”

“Go ‘head gorgeous,” he sighs, latching onto your swollen lips, “let go for me.” 

You pant his name as you come, blacking out and only held up in place by his hands against your lower back and hip. Watching through low lids, his pearly white teeth flash proudly, and Nanami releases right after, full of pants and groans as if he was holding on waiting for you to finish first. Counter sticky from your pleasure, he continues to hold on to you while you watch his chest move in unison with your breaths. Like a fatal blow, a white flag, a final strike, he flashes the same genuine smile against your gaze, that you can’t help but reciprocate until the two of you chuckle breathlessly against the dimly lit kitchen.

Your coworkers don’t seem to take the news of you and Nanami hooking up as gingerly. Their warnings, flashing lighthouse light, bright and blinding, that this won’t end well, ring in your ears. 

“Listen, I’m sorry, I am, but this man and his hips have bewitched me.” 

                   “I WANT 'EM ALL !” ✩

[kirlicues]

Minimus Modernist | Sims 2 Tiny House Download

Here is a very tiny 2-story modern home, built on a 1x1 lot. It features a variety of textures and colors, comes lightly furnished, and is perfect for your single sim guys. It will set your sim back §28,116.

The original 1x1 template was created by MaryLou at MTS.

Let's take a little tour of the outside first. Modern homes tend to have lots of fun angles and this tiny house is no exception.

There's a patio in the back, and that's where your trash can is. You can move it back up to the front of the lot with the "moveobjects on" cheat if you don't want it here.

And another view of the front so you can appreciate all those angles and time spent going, "how can I make these boxes more interesting?". 🤣

What do you think? Are miniature modern homes going to be something you place more of in your neighborhood? 🤭

Let's take a look at the floor plans and then maybe it will be easier to make that decision.

1st Floor: Down here is the living room, bathroom, and kitchen/dining space.

Those stained concrete floors remind me of the base game before any EP's or SP's came out. 🥰

2nd Floor: Up here is the bedroom. There's also spots to play chess, and to paint pictures.

The dresser and those loft windows are Maxis "Lost & Found" Items that you'll have to grab separately but I'll include links at the bottom of the post.

And, it is possible to put a double bed up here, should your sim guy happen to find Mrs. Right, but it will require shuffling a couple of things around.

Minimus Modernist: MF | SFS

All EPs and SPs are required.

*I highly recommend that you have the PerfectPlants mod from TwoJeffs*

I’ve run this home through the Lot Compressor so any random references to sims that aren’t there should be removed. I have also run it through the Lot Cleaner to remove any bits of buggy code. This lot comes with a shiny custom thumbnail so it has even more curb appeal in your Lots and Houses bin! 😄

This home has 2 pieces of CC which are Maxis "Lost & Found", or pre-order bonus items that you may already have in your game. These can easily be replaced or omitted if you don’t want them though.

CC List (Not Included): -MANDAL dresser from the Ikea Stuff Pre-order Bonus -Maxis “Lost & Found” CAS Loft Window at Mod the Sims

Default Replacements Shown: -White Wall Top Texture Replacement by Maranatah at Mod the Sims -Holy Smoke stairs clear glass (as opposed to blue) by @tvickiesims

I ALWAYS recommend using the Sims 2 Pack Clean installer to install lot files.

Want to improve the look of your game, or grab some “Lost & Found” Maxis objects? Check out this post.

[kiemiu]

dating skater!chris | ( fem!reader ) fluff + soft hours. established relationship headcanons + scenarios wc 1.1k (library) + (request)

skater!chris who invites you to the skatepark to show off his impressive moves. first thing he wanted to do was show his skills off to you. he wanted you to fawn over how cool he looked and brag to your friends about how awesome he was. his daydream was, sadly, short-lived. his nerves became so shot that he was unable to land any of the tricks he had practiced hours before your date. he was disappointed in himself, not to mention embarrassed. but once you reassured him and called him 'cute' for trying to impress you, he was a goner. in that moment he told himself he'd fail all of his stunts if it meant you'd call him cute again.

skater!chris who ultimately falls trying to impress you by attempting a difficult stunt. after awhile, chris's nerves aren't as shot around you anymore and he's able to land his regular stunts. he still does become a bit too cocky and tries to bite off more than he can chew by doing difficult moves he's only ever seen professionals like tony hawk pull off. after a particularly rough landing, you'll rush to his aid with your book bag that you thankfully had stocked with first aid supplies. disinfecting his cuts, and even giving them a light kiss after applying your disney princess band-aids. he swears that you have magical kisses and sometimes fakes injuries so you'll give him one of your healing kisses. you always give in, even when you don't see any hints of an injury.

skater!chris who teaches you how to skate. he'll stand in front of you and hold a firm grip on your waist as he gently guides you up and down hills and sharp corners. at some point he'll start teaching you to push off on your own without his help and he'll become so proud when you start to skate around comfortably without his help.

skater!chris who has your initials carved into his skate board. when applying his new grip tape to his board, he used a razor blade to carve out your initials including his in a heart that remains in the middle of his board. he actually thought of the idea after your second date together. and now, everytime the grip tape wears off and is no longer of use, he scraps off the old design and replaces it with a new one and repeats the same ritual by carving out your initials into his board.

skater!chris who buys you your own skateboard. after expressing your want to skate with him, chris wastes no time in getting you a board. he goes to a local skate shop and customizes your board himself, picking out all of the tools needed to assemble a skateboard such as the wheels, the board, the grip tape, and even the deck rails. he triple checks the picture he took of your shoes to make sure he gets a skateboard you can ride comfortably on, not too big or too small. and when he gets home, he wraps it up like a christmas gift, giddy at the thought of how surprised you'll be, seeing your own personalized skateboard.

skater!chris who tries to catch you before you fall. after awhile, chris starts to teach you some tricks like simply jumping while being on the board and how not to fall on your face when there's a curb nearby. even with the easy moves you still sometimes have a misstep and come close to face-planting. chris is always close-by to stop that from happening and usually pulls you towards him before you can meet the concrete. but with as clumsy as chris is, he'll still end up falling, but the outcome is worth it to him, as you end up with no scratches or bruises from using him as a cushion.

skater!chris who treats your wounds just like you take care of his. whenever you do have a harsh landing and chris isn't there to protect you, he'll be the one to treat your wounds for you. he'll hum the doc mcstuffins theme song while applying your cute band-aids and even kiss your injury, just like you do with his. most of the time he forgets to disinfect the area though and you'll have to clean your cuts and reapply your band-aids once you get home.

skater!chris who doesn't ride the skateboard you bought him for his birthday. on his 21st birthday, you gifted him a specialized skateboard that took weeks leading up to his special day to customize. it was dosed in his favorite colors, and had graffiti tags all on it that had hints of his brothers as well as a small part of you in it. he cried when he first saw it and immediately took on the responsibility of caring for that skateboard as if it was his one and only child. he doesn't let anyone touch it, not even you despite the fact you gifted it to him. it remains hung up over his bed on his bedroom wall and to this day he still claims it as one of his most prized possessions.

skater!chris who says 'this is for you' before landing a kickflip. he'll point directly at you and make eye contact as he screams that phrase out at the top of his lungs before jumping off of an elevated layer of cement. once he lands, he throws his arms in the air and skates his way over to you, a triumphant smile on his lips as he hears you loudly cheer for him. "where's my celebratory kiss, hm?". other times when he doesn't land it, he'll quickly scramble to his feet before shouting out "uh- it was meant for the ghost behind you, this next one's for you!" and he'll keep attempting the trick again and again until he finally lands it. "first try!" it was his 19th.

skater!chris who likes sitting on his skateboard with you between his legs while you eat snacks. after hours of skating around, and filming him do his tricks, chris will take you to the nearest gas station or fast food place and gather a bunch of your favorite snacks. sitting in front of the establishment but off to the side so you're not in the way of anyone, he'll lean his head down on your shoulder and wrap his unoccupied arm around your waist. you can feel the motion of him softly chewing, and usually the sound of crunching would annoy you, but it does the exact opposite and instead helps you further relax in his embrace as you drink your shared slurpee. "i lohmf ouh" he mutters with a mouthful of french fries, making you laugh incredulously. "i love you too, now chew your food!"

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[chronicallyonline101]

OH WAIITERRR!!! May i have your finest glass of leone abbacchio x reader pretty please! One where the reader finds Abbacchio beat up on the curbside only to find out he got into some kind of bar fight! So she pulls up and is like "Again??! Get in," and takes him home, patches him up, FLUFFY STUFF!! WITH A CHERRY ON TOP

ORDER UP!!! Here is your glass i do hope you enjoy! (i wrote this on mobile so if the formatting is weird thas why soz pooks(

Nights of White Satin

Leone Abbacchio x reader || Oneshot, Fluff

You traced your thumb along the bottom of his bruised lip; bloody, illuminated by nothing but an old, flickering streetlamp in the midst of a sad, gloomy night. His purple lipstick had long since worn off, but the mottled blue's of his injuries did well to replace it. Despite how you tried to peer at him, his eyes always managed to evade yours - glued to the ground in what was a mixture of shame and fury welling together in an ombre cocktail.

Cars flew by behind you. Tires screeching against wet concrete, the thrum of engines and splashing puddles but none of it mattered. You fixated on the man in front of you with clear concern. Concern that only had him biting his cheek with disinterest.

"Leone... what happened?" You leant closer to him, a frown settled across your lips as you gently moved your hand to cup at his delicate cheek and redirect his gaze toward yourself.

For a moment, Abbacchio allowed himself the comfort of your presence; leaning into your touch like a feline starved of affection, but when your fingers brushed across a stinging open wound he hissed in a breath through his teeth and reeled backward. Now grounded, he reprimanded himself for getting so comfortable and took to curling his hands into fists.

"It's nothing," He grouched, turning his gaze to the floor once again. "Just some work things. You know how it is."

You leant back a little, swallowing thickly. Of course... Abbacchio's 'work'. The thing you would call organised criminal activity was just a normal Tuesday for him - to no avail, looking at him here, sat in the gutter with a broken wine bottle to his side... you felt that perhaps what had happened was less serious than what he was making it out to be.

With a short, frustrated huff, you stood upright. Hands on your hips as you looked up wistfully. The sky was clouded, not that it mattered; you could never see the stars in the city, but the sight of such gloom reminded you of how unsafe it was to be on these streets of Napoli late into the night.

"You got into another fight again, didn't you?"

He winced at your question. Tensing when he felt your gaze turn accusatory. There was no way he could deny it. The amount of times you'd find him in this condition - or worse - had made such a task impossible. Instead, he let out a groan and while burying his head into his hands mumbled:

"He made fun of my hair."

His words were followed by a shameful silence.

You sighed, pinching at your temple before decidely shoving a hand into your pocket and fumbling about for your car keys. Abbacchio lifted his gaze to watch you. After a few seconds, you pried the jangling things from your pocket and pressed at a button to unlock your car which had been hastily parked atop of a curb only a few feet away.

You turned toward the vehicle with a fervent urgency. "Come on then."

His brows furrowed, and for a moment he remained still, watching with an intense glower while you clicked open the door to the drivers seat and hopped inside.

Upon realising he hadn't followed, you honked the car horn at him with urgency. It was with that, he slowly arose to his feet; wobbling unsteadily for a few seconds. Glass crunched beneath his shoes as he walked toward the passenger seat to your car, and as he took his place beside you.

You stuffed the key into the ignition, twisted, and soon the two of you were off. At first, the atmosphere in the car was silent. Filled only by the gentle rumbling of its engine, but it was too much for Abbacchio. Silence meant thought, and right now he didn't want to deal with his thoughts.

So he spoke: "What are you doing?"

"Taking you home." A small huff left your nose, condensating against the cold air. Your grip around the wheel tightened, praying to anything out there that he would drop it at that.

You wanted to help him, but he was so damn stubborn. When his brows rose in distress, you knew he'd put up a fight:

"You don't know where I live." He griped, and crossed his arms over his chest in disobedience. He cocked his head in the direction of the window, watching with hazy yellowish eyes as the flashing world passed by.

Another sigh passed your lips as you admitted defeat. "My home. We're going to my home, Leone."

"Why? I don't want to---"

"---I'm trying to help you. Please... let me help."

For a moment, you risked peeling your eyes away from the road. Wide and pleading, you watched longingly while he glared out the window beside him. His silver hair glimmered prettily against the night sky; the moons shadow befell him like a cotton blanket and even in a roughed up, bloody state he was so... perfect. So radiant. An image of tragedy yet glowing with hope.

"Your my friend." You decidely went on. "And I like you."

And at your words, Abbacchio bit into his bottom lip to hide a whimper of utter sorrow.

A friend. His friend. You were his friend.

The venomous thorns of guilt coiled around his heart like a snake; he was wreaked with shame. You were so good to him, such a kind, loving person and here he was - a criminal. A delinquent.

How many times had you found him at the side of the road? How many times had you welcomed him into the warmth of your home? Bathed his wounds in salt? Patched him up with a hug and a pat on the back?

It was sickening, to think of how often you opened your heart to him and how little he gave back. Every night he found himself here with you he put you in danger, it was cruel and selfish, and yet he loved every second of it. As nonchalant as he tried to be, he loved the attention you gave him.

Such is why, though he grumbled and complained, he never once stopped you from taking him home. Never halted his footing as he traipsed along behind you and never snatched your housekeys from your palms; he watched curiously all the while you welcomed him into your abode, sitting with compliance on your couch as you ushered about in the dark to try and a first aid kit.

When you finally settled down beside him, there was a small cotton ball clutched between your fingers. Doused in isopropyl alcohol; you lifted it up to gently press at an open wound. He winced and flinched backward,

"You need to stop getting into these fights." You tutted at him, relocating the cotton ball to his lip where you then cleared away his smudging lipstick.

There was a huff, but he moatly stayed silent. Leaning into your touch. Your eyes lifted to meet his, curious and attentive; he swallowed thickly, adams apple bobbing against the curve of his neck. The room grew warm while you held each others glaze, and with a light, awkward cough you broke away from the stare to dash the now red cotton ball to the side.

"Did you get hurt badly?"

He scoffed, turning his head to look to the side. "No. I left him worse for wear."

There was a short laugh. A rare sound, coming from him; and though it was quiet, it was honest. It told you he wasn't as grumpy as he made himself out to be and at that, you smiled.

"Mm. I feel bad. Maybe I should go back and help him out too, eh?" You laughed at your own joke, reaching down to grab at some gauze for his wounds.

You heard him grunt above you and failed to notice the expression of discomfort that befell his face. "I'd rather you stay, actually... I like you being here."

You paused. Lifting yourself up to look him in the eyes, brow quirked in a smug perplexion.

"You like it when I patch you up?" You leant closer to him; you could feel his breath fanning against your face, his breath once again hitching at your sudden closeness. He could feel heat rising to his cheeks.

His lips parted for a moment. He thought that perhaps you were going to go further. That maybe, you'd press your lips to his... but you didn't. He was left sourly dissapointed when instead you took to pressing the gauze against his wounded cheek.

"I do." He mumbled.

He went quiet, after that. Growing shy, unsure of himself or what he was even saying. He was pretty drunk, to be fair; he'd likely regret how mushy he was getting, but right now he was happy. He was content. His body ached like a battered banana, but every touch your fingers danced upon his fair skin had him leaning closer with serenity.

When you were done cleaning him up you packed away the first aid kit and he watched for a while as you teetered about putting things away and preparing both of you tea. He hovered behind you for a while and once you were done, wormed his way into your bed; the two of you shared it for the night because, well, he was injured and needed the bed and it was stupid to let you get a bad back on the couch because of stupid societal norms regarding bed sharing. And if he did reach out to hold you in the night, so what?

Abbacchio liked you a lot. He hated having you worry for him so much, but... he also loved how you treated him. It was gentle. Loving; thing's he could never have as a skilled mafioso. It was selfish for him to seek you out like this but at the same time, he knew he wouldn't stop. He'd get into more bar fights, he'd find himself in more scuffles and at the end of each day, he'd find himself in your house; your embrace; he'd find himself wrapped in your love.

(I HOPE THIS IS GOOD!!! IF NOT I CAN CHANGE IT PLS LMK!!!! to the ppl that sent in the Kira and Melone reqs I'm almost done with them! :) im just being lazy)

[vixensbrainrotts]

HIII love ur hcs and stories sm 😩😩

can i request a smoker and skater reader x mikey where she teaches mikey to skate?

AAAAA THANK YOU IN ADVANCE (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Hit the Curb, Baby! - Manjiro <Mikey> Sano

Content: Ask- based

Warnings: smoking, allusion of an accident (?), not proof read

Summary: Mikey’s always admired your skating skills, so come the day you finny agree to teach him, he’s over the moon.

Vixens two cents: I absolutely can! Thank you so much for asking, I loved writing this one! (and it was a lot more casual than what all else is in my drafts right now.) I’m glad to know you’re enjoying my content :D. Feel free to let me know if you think of anything else, or if you have any thoughts about this one! As always- REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! Now enjoy!!

“Watch your feet you dunce, you’re gonna kiss the concrete and crack your skull if you don’t.” You snark from where you’re sitting on the curb, a sharp exhale of smog billowed up in front of you, shrouding Mikey from your sight.

Mikey groaned in response, stepping off the board and throwing his head back into his neck like a toddler would. Snapping upright again he inspects the skateboard closely. How in the world can he swerve lane to lane on a two-wheel high-speed vehicle, but fails to stand straight on what is essentially a piece of wood with four wheels?

You chuckle as you got up, slipping your jacket off your shoulders and approaching him. “Before you do something dumb again, lemme show you.” Mikey looked at you curtly before obeying and stepping away, giving you some space. He inspected you closely as you took a drag from your cigarette and blew it away from him, keeping the cig tucked in your left hand as you approached.

“Look, It’s not that hard, you just have to keep your chest up and your feet parallel, shoulder width apart.” You step onto the board leisurely, rocking back and forth to prove a point.

“Come here.” You guide him to stand in front of you, looking down on him from atop the starter board. “Oh, wow I’m taller than you for once.” You mutter and smile slightly.

Mikey’s stomach tingles weirdly when you say that, and his eyes dart up to yours, trying to find a trace of anything akin to the way he felt. Wordlessly he obeyed and stepped in front of you.

“Good. Alright. Now match your feet to be the same distance apart as mine.” You spoke and took one last drag from the cig, flicking it into the nearby gutter with excellent precision.

Again, Mikey followed your orders, shuffling his feet to be about as far apart as yours were on the board. He looked down to check the distance, and then looked up at you again, waiting for your approval.

You gave him a satisfied nod and reached out both your hands. “Take ‘em.” His eyes widened a tiny bit, and he hoped you wouldn’t notice how clammy his hands were. Despite the worries he grabbed your hands and let you guide him.

“Replace your feet with where mine stood.” Your voice was lower due to proximity, and the way that you looked at him when he rose to a stand on the board made his stomach flip.

Looking down at you he once again momentarily realized just how close you two stood, and his mind started racing.

Did he put on deodorant earlier? What about cologne? Surely it’s worn off by now… did he even manage to brush his teeth after breakfast? Yeah, he did- but he had some snacks earlier so that’s down the gutter for sure.

He was snapped out of his daze by the loss of warm skin contact as you pulled your hands away from his, letting him stand on his own.

“Good.” You said as you stepped away, watching him balance his weight on his own. “Just stand there for now.” You said, and as you spoke Mikey started focusing more on what was happening around him. He looked down at his feet that stood sort of securely on the board, and let his gaze drift from his torn-apart sneakers to the street, the curb you were sitting on, the path you two walked down earlier, and finally the sigle lamp that lit up the lonely road you two were on.

„Rock your feet back and forth, shift your weight like you’re reeling up for a kick.“ You urged him a little, keenly waiting for him to move. He took your advice wordlessly, not daring to move anything you didnt tell him to move.

Carefully, he looked down at his feet again and pretended that he was about to kick some nerds face in, softly and slowly shifting back and forth on the board. You hummed in approval, and Mikey’s ears perked at the sound.

“There you go.” You said and stepped closer to him again. “Tighten your core and set your shoulders back, I’m gonna push you forward so don’t resist.” Mikey felt his skin tingle where you touched him at the waist, warm hands firmly grabbing his torso and stepping close to his body.

“Ready?” You asked and he gave a determined nod. “Let’s go.” Despite the warnings you gave him, Mikey still flailed little when you started pushing him, the smooth concrete beneath him sounding in the signature rumble underneath the wheels.

You laughed a little when he caught his balance, assuring him that “I’ve got you.” Mikey breathed shortly and allowed himself to get used to the feeling, to remember how his feet were positioned, and more importantly how your hands felt on his waist.

“I’m letting go, just roll for now, we’ll get you used to standing first, yeah?” You say, a little louder due to the noise, and with one last push, you stay standing and sent him on his way.

Standing alone and tall on the board, Mikey felt like he was on top of the world. Confidently he stood and glided down the street a bit further before the acceleration slowed and he rolled to a stop.

“I did it!” He exclaimed, still standing half-frozen atop the skateboard, not daring to move in fear of falling. He heard you approach him from behind and cautiously turned his head to look at you. You carried a soft, sweet expression as you looked at him with a proud smile. “You did! How was that?”

“Great! Again!” His smile was cherry and wide across his face, and he was sure he looked like an idiot right now but he really didn’t care. Not when he had you here, teaching him one of your passions.

“Again?” You asked and reached for your back pocket, producing a box of cigarettes out of nowhere, flicking the lid up and taking one out, letting it dangle from between your lips. “Yes, again!” Mikey replied, still not having moved from his position.

“Alright Tony Hawk, let’s get you back to starting position then.” You smiled as you offered him a hand, the other reaching in your jacket that you had shrugged on again and taking out a lighter.

Mikey took your hand graciously and got off, only sort of stumbling once his feet met solid ground again. He picked up your skateboard and tucked it under his arm, straightening and looking to you again.

The little flame produced from your lighter flickered across your pretty features, casting a shadow under your eyebrows and across your nose. You inhaled, lighting the tabac with a crackling noise, and then looked at him. Your eyes met, and Mikey felt his breath hitch, his hand tightening a tad around yours.

You smiled at him wordlessly and let the flame die, tucking both the box and the lighter away again, and turning to walk back to your curb. Mikey watched you, heart stuck beating out of his throat until he felt a tug at his hand, making him fall forward and into step with your pace.

You hadn’t let go. So, hand in hand the two of you returned to your curb, and you continued to puff and laugh and push, and he continued to wobble and stand and glide and walk back giddily joining your hands together.

[pinkcreamypeach]

I wanna make a whole short story about younger Mario meeting a younger peach.

So I did 🥰

A quite young meeting

Here's the story

It was 7:30 PM, and a teenage boy was sitting by the concrete curb, leaning back slightly as he took heavy breaths. Blood trickled from his nose, and he looked battered with bruises and a black eye. His knuckles were raw and bruised, his clothes ragged and covered in dust. His Converse sneakers bore the marks of a recent confrontation. He had just been in an unfair fight against three older teens who had been harassing him and his brother, Luigi. Although he didn't exactly win, he fought long and hard, refusing to back down.

Mario was short and a bit chubby, and despite recently taking boxing lessons at the gym, it didn't seem to make much of a difference. His mother's constant feeding made it hard for the twins to say no to her home-cooked meals. Luigi had the blessing of a fast metabolism, but Mario wasn't as fortunate; losing weight was a challenge, no matter how hard he tried. Adding to his struggles were acne and the onset of puberty, which brought unwelcome facial hair. Mario hated everything about his 17 years of life—his body, his school, and the relentless challenges he faced.

Mario carefully wiped the blood from his nose, feeling the tears welling up and threatening to spill down his face. He quickly brushed them away and sniffled, but a few droplets of blood still landed on his shirt, leaving noticeable stains. Clenching his bruised knuckle tightly, he winced from the sharp pain it caused.

“CAZZO!!” He screamed out

Overwhelmed with frustration and resentment from constantly being picked on and bullied, Mario couldn't help but feel a deep sense of anger. A voice yelled from the nearby window, "People are trying to sleep here!" The shout served as a harsh reminder that he was just one person in a vast city, a vast world, and that his struggles weren't unique.

"Sorry!" Mario apologized through gritted teeth, his voice strained and sore. He could feel the damaged braces in his mouth and knew he'd need replacements. His father was going to be furious. Mario could try to explain what happened, but his mind circled back to the real question: why was he out here alone at night in Brooklyn? It wasn't the safest place after dark, like any other densely populated city. The myriad of smells, both pleasant and unpleasant, assaulted his senses.

He surveyed the bustling scene: cars, taxis, and even public buses still operating. Some vehicles sat parked, reserved spots to avoid being taken, while the relentless traffic made driving a nightmare. Walking seemed easier but came with its own set of challenges. His thoughts wandered, realizing he had to come up with yet another excuse. Despite the chaos, his phone, with its cracked screen, rang in his pocket, a small relief amidst the turmoil.

Mario took out his phone and noticed a missed call from "Weegee." Although he felt the urge to answer it, he decided against it and let it go to voicemail. He felt an overwhelming desire to throw his phone across the street but restrained himself, instead gripping it tightly as he scanned the empty sidewalk. His working eye was half-lidded, reflecting his tired expression. The absence of people on the sidewalk was peculiar but welcome, sparing him from any rude encounters or judgmental glares for not fitting the image of a super hot model from a Korean drama.

Mario sat there for a few minutes, dreading the inevitable return to his family's apartment where he would face a disappointed and angry father, a saddened mother, and a terrified, worried twin brother. He lingered, taking his time until something unexpected caught his eye.

Turning to his right, Mario found himself face-to-face with a young girl who had strikingly bright blue eyes. She was nearly at eye level with him and held a handkerchief adorned with peach patterns. She looked as though she had stepped out of a fairytale—her round, pointy ears, royal fancy dress, and big doe-like eyes were nothing short of enchanting.

“..You don't seem okay..I-i mean you look hurt…Wait let me..” she said nervously

As she reached out with the handkerchief to wipe Mario's nose, he was paralyzed with shock and surprise. His face turned bright red as she brought her hand closer to his bloody nose, and in his bewilderment, he stumbled and fell back onto the sidewalk. His eyes widened in shock, and he let out a groan from the impact.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! That was too forward ... Oh mushrooms," she exclaimed, clearly embarrassed, her ears drooping downwards.

"Are you ... a weeb? I mean, my brother is a weeb too, so no hate, but ..." Mario stammered, looking at her while struggling to straighten up. As the initial pain subsided, and the heat in his face began to cool down, he felt a bit more composed.

“What’s a weeb?” She tilts her head confused

“You don't know what a weeb is? I mean..eh..how old are you exactly?”

“Am sixteenth.”

"You don't know what a weeb is?" Mario asked, perplexed. He had always thought that girls his age liked anime because of the boys in them. But here was this random pretty girl, looking like she stepped out of a fantasy world, and she didn't know the word! This must be a dream, or maybe he got hit so hard he's in a coma... If it's a dream, he didn't want to wake up anytime soon.

Mario began explaining weeb culture and anime to her. As he talked, he felt himself relaxing, and he adjusted his posture to sit more upright. The pretty girl listened intently, her ears twitching with interest, and she smiled more and more as he spoke. When he finally finished, there was just one question left on his mind.

"So, pretty girl... I mean, you have a name, right?" he asked with a slight grin.

The girl paused as she got up, dusting her dress off “Oh where are my manners. Am princess peach, princess of the mushroom kingdom. Nice to meet you gentlemen.” bowed down as she held the ends of her dress as she bowed down.

“..eh.. nice to meet you principessa.. Actually. Yea heh.. that makes sense.” He chuckles to himself, getting up himself to bow down to the princess

“You can just call me Mario, La mia principessa.” It nearly fell forwards but kept his balance chuckling awkwardly to himself as Peach did the same. The two stood up straight at the same time, nearly bumping each other's foreheads. Getting even more nervous chuckles out of the young teens.

This was the first time a pretty girl actually gave him attention. I mean, he was considered a loser with issues with trying to be the bigger guy. Trying to be tough and not be a coward, the girls who would talk to him. Would use him and humiliate him.. But this girl. Well princess was different of course she was. Her appearance and attitude towards him showed she was actually talking to him out of free will. Made him blush and start to sweat, which isn't a good thing. He's been growing facial hair after all, and didn't wanna smell like trash. In Front of the only girl who enjoys talking to him.

“..Well it was nice talking to you Mario hehe. You made my day better..But I have to go”

She frowned a bit before going to walk away, he ran over and took her arm. Which got her attention, her turning back and him immediately letting go. Feeling like a weirdo..

"If you have to go... then can I see you every day?" Mario's voice quivered with desperation as he spoke.

The princess looked at him with sad eyes but managed a slow, comforting smile. She took his hand and gently placed her soft, baby pink handkerchief that smelled of vanilla and peaches.

"Unfortunately, no," she said sadly. "But I promise, someday we will meet again. Thank you for this amazing moment, Mario."

Peach let go of Mario's hand, and he stared at the cloth she had given him. When he looked up to say something, she was nowhere to be seen. He scanned the alleyways for a glimpse of her blondish-white hair, but to his disappointment, she had vanished. He would have called out her name, but it was too late. He might have thought he was hallucinating if not for the tangible proof in his palm—the princess's handkerchief, which he held close to his chest, cherishing it and protecting it from getting dirty.

Gazing up at the moon, he took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the cool night air before slowly exhaling. The moonlight cast a silvery glow on his face, highlighting the surprise in his widening eyes as his cheeks flushed a vibrant red.

"Santo cielo... I have a crush..." He whispered, the realization hitting him like a tidal wave, washing over him with a mix of wonder and disbelief.

He couldn't believe he was crushing on a girl he might never see again. It felt ludicrous and yet, his heart pounded so intensely that the pain from his bruises seemed to vanish. A smile spread across his face as her image dominated his thoughts. As he walked home, he knew that he had to keep her precious gift safe, holding onto the hope that their paths would cross again someday in the future.

//Here's some extra pictures of the two separately//

Mareach teenagers ♥️ 🩷

@bberetd @maceincognito @house-of-xiii @magnas27 @peaches2217

[lunabo17]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65598478/chapters/168890971

Sing For Me

Chapter 1: The Singer

Pairing: Bloodweave

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Heavy flirting

Comments that do not involve solicitation are greatly appreciated

Notes: Yeah, I know. Another. Blame the plotbats.

Wizards are being hunted and killed, but the reason behind it isn't clear. With fear running rampant in the city, Wyll calls on Astarion to try and solve this mystery. Normally working alone, Astarion finds himself partnered with a lovely wizard that may finally break down his walls.

Astarion's feet rested on his desk, staring slowly at the fan rotating above. The damned thing was old enough that it wobbled a little when it moved faster, and he knew he should just get it replaced. It wasn't like he didn't have the money for it. He simply hated others in his space for longer than five minutes.

Unfortunately for him, Wyll had been there for far longer, but fortunately, Astarion had some tolerance for the man in question. Perhaps Wyll being duke of Baldur's Gate also helped curb his urge to kick the man out.

"Of all people you want to hire, you choose me?" Astarion asked. "I know we're friends, Wyll, but most people aren't kind to those like me."

Wyll's lips pursed, and he gave a sigh. "You're a hunter, Astarion, and despite your condition, you're damn good at it. And..."

Ah, there it was. Astarion wondered how long it would take to find the real reason behind Wyll approaching him. "Take your time," he said dryly. "It's not like I have other things to do, your lordship."

If it had been anyone else, most likely they would have been on the receiving end of a beating at the hands of Wyll's bodyguard. However, Astarion didn't fear such things, and they both knew it. He had been tortured for hundreds of years by that bastard, Cazador, after all.

"The news hasn't been entirely honest," Wyll said softly. "At least not the whole truth."

Astarion's feet thumped as they hit the floor, eyes narrowing. "Go on."

"It's true that whoever this killer is targets wizards. What the news hasn't said is that this isn't just in Baldur's Gate. It's been happening in other places, too. And we think they've been drained dry.

"Vampires, then. Killing so many, and leaving a trail...?"

He didn't need to complete his thoughts. It could be some other psycho vampire clan on the loose, but it could also be Cazador.

"Why would they be focusing on wizards? And why only believe they've been drained?"

"The victims have been burned to a crisp, but one victim wasn't entirely burned. We think there were puncture marks."

"A lot of speculation, it seems."

"I wish I could give more concrete answers, but the whole thing is bizarre. Astarion, I trust you..."

"Horrible idea, really."

"We haven't told all the information because we know people will begin to riot and cause other vampires trouble. Will you at least consider it?"

"You already know I will take the job, so there's no point in mincing words. Even if it isn't Cazador's merry band of fanatics, they need to be stopped before people start burning down vampire houses. Again."

Astarion's eyes narrowed as Wyll seemed to pick invisible lint from his clothes. "There's one other matter to discuss, then."

"Bloody hells, isn't that enough?"

"Ah, well, you see...it's the matter of your partner..."

"My what? No. Absolutely not!"

"Listen to me just a moment?"

"I work alone, Wyll. You know this. It's dangerous enough by myself. I'm not going to babysit someone."

Wyll gave a polite cough. "I'm afraid I'll have to disagree. Your partner is a wizard."

"Oh good! Even better! Give me some bait to worry over! Excellent idea. My answer remains the same."

"I hired him, too, Astarion, whether you like it or not. He isn't some new recruit. He's powerful. Very powerful. You can see him as bait if you want, but he can take care of himself. If anyone can watch each other's backs, it's you two."

~

Astarion was less than pleased with Wyll after their meeting. As much as he attempted to reason that anyone, especially a wizard that could become a target, would merely slow him down, Wyll would not sway. Astarion had the choice either to help, and possibly protect the man, or work solo (and not get paid).

Irritated, he agreed to meet this mysterious 'Gale' fellow at a tavern known as the Elfsong. The place was said to be haunted on the upper floors by several singing ghosts. He looked around, hoping to easily spot this wizard, and merely finding a bunch people talking. He sighed, resigned to taking a seat at a small table. At least he was fairly noticeable, so hopefully Gale would find him. He checked his watch, before taking off his gloves to slip into a pocket of his suit. It was a dark blue in an older style, but far more simplistic; there was no embroidery, and only simple silver buttons. Even his undershirt was a simple black. It was a far cry to His time pretending to be a noble under Cazador, dressing him in fine silks to seduce marks. His boots were far higher quality, thick and sturdy black leather, tied tight.

"We have a treat tonight!" The innkeeper proclaimed. "I know it's been a few good weeks since we've heard his voice, but please give a round of applause to Waterdeep's Nightingale."

Astarion raised an eyebrow; surely this couldn't be the man he was supposed to meet? Yet the moment this singer walked on stage, his jaw dropped.

The man that walked to the microphone wore a sleeveless wrap shirt in dark purple, tied tight to display the man's curves. Underneath was a skirt of the same color, slits on the side cut to the waist, that swished around him like waves as he moved, the tight black hose peeking occasionally. His hair was curled into ringlets of brown and silver. His eyes had been outlined in black, with just the barest hint of purple highlighting his lids. His lips were tinted just a bit, not the brighter red he saw on many women, but there was almost a shimmer to them.

The singer scanned the crowd, before finding him, the smile widening just a little. He suddenly felt more eyes on him, the soft twitter of the curious guests. Oh, they would surely gossip, and Astarion would let them.

"It is an honor to return to the Elfsong," purred the man, his baritone voice washing over everyone. His cheeks became rosy, and it made Astarion hunger in a way he hadn't for a long time.

Then, without further pause, the man sang, and everyone who heard became silent, listening. Astarion had to admit the man had talent, able to hit high and low notes, but it was more than that. He sang with feeling, with longing and hope. He sang with love.

Astarion didn't know if the music was part of his magic, or if it really was simple talent, but either way, he was enthralled. Despite walking in, irritated with the notion of having to deal with a partner, now he simply listened. He didn't know how much time had passed, until he almost felt as if he was waking up. He looked around to the people clapping, and none seemed quite as affected as him. He took out a cigarette, taking a deep drag to fill his lungs with smoke.

With the swishing of his skirts, Nightingale approached him, sitting down beside him without a care in the world to his adoring fans. "Would you be willing to share a cigarette?"

He raised an eyebrow even as he pulled one out, leaning close to slip it between those plush lips. Without a thought, he lit the cigarette with his own, watching the lovely brown eyes dilate. Oh, this was trouble, and he was sinking very fast.

"You don't seem the type to enjoy places like this," Nightingale said.

"Maybe once, a long time ago," he replied, watching the man carefully. "I'm meeting someone here."

"Oh? A lover?"

Astarion wasn't sure what possessed him, but he said, "not yet."

He nearly expected the man to stutter, and certainly wasn't surprised when his cheeks turned a rosy pink. However, the man chuckled, a deep sound, not of true mirth, but something darker, hungry.

"It so happens I'm meeting someone, too. Wyll, in fact, told me quite a bit about you, and I admit I've done some research myself. I must say that mere words and photos do little justice."

"Oh? And what were you expecting...<i>Gale</i>?" He purred. For so long, after he was free of Cazador, free to do as he pleased, he had rarely flirted with people, finding he enjoyed real conversations more than touch, and certainly more than fake words. In moments, this man had shattered his resolve thoroughly.

"I've been known to talk far too much, so I might keep my thoughts to myself, Astarion."

So this was indeed the 'Gale' he looked for, this singer that Wyll claimed was a powerful wizard. "Why exactly do you sing?"

"That is a story for later, if we get to know each other."

Astarion barely refrained from shivering at the words. "We shall see," he replied, sitting back, realizing they had been far closer than appropriate for mere acquaintances.

"Come with me to my apartment so we can talk."

"I don't..."

"Don't make assumptions," Gale interrupted. "I do mean 'talk.'"

"Very well. Lead the way, then."

Gale stood, smile still on his face. "So you can watch me move?"

"You're learning fast," Astarion replied, unable to keep the smirk from stretching his lips.

[keaytomyheart]

[ooc - I don't usually post prose here because it's not in keeping with how I run the blog, but it feels weird not to conclude things properly. So. Yeah. Short fic to follow my recent posts.]

Gerry stands outside the Magnus Institute as sparks dance across his skin and clothes. The white of his eyes is fully consumed by inky blackness, and the only emotion his face shows is in the hard, determined set of his jaw.

For a long moment, he just stares at the building. Stone doesn't burn well, and he knows it. Then he kicks the curb, hard. The blow dislodges a chunk of loose concrete, which he hefts in the direction of the window.

He's interrupted before it can leave his hand by a car pulling up on the formerly deserted street.

"Ger---" Victor's voice is cut off suddenly as Gerry spins to face him.

"Back. Away," Gerry growls. "I---I don't want to hurt you."

Victor doesn't move. "You don't want to do this. This isn't you."

He laughs, a laugh he hasn't laughed in years. Cruel and inhuman. "I've wanted to do this for years. You're not going to stop me, so don't get in my way."

"No." Gerry just stands there, paralyzed by confusion, as Victor brushes past and moves to stand between him and the building.

A beat of silences passes as they stare at each other, Victor's warm, brown eyes meeting Gerry's cold, inky gaze without flinching. "Well?" Victor says at last.

"Step. Aside."

"Make me."

Gerry's eyes flash. The sparks clinging to his person grow, flames now licking at his garments. Beneath the flickering fire, Victor swears he sees the flesh of his lover's face and neck char and crumble, revealing blackened bone beneath. Then he blinks and it's gone, like a trick of the light.

The creature that Victor is pretty sure isn't actually Gerry casts the chunk of concrete aside and starts to advance slowly towards him. He can feel heat build in the air, the chill of a winter night being slowly replaced by the burning energy of an uncontrolled fire.

Victor tries not to flinch as he reaches a hand up to cup Gerry's cheek, ignoring the flames that lap at his skin. "I know you're in there," he says. "Come back to me. Please."

Victor's hand burns. He screams.

"This is me," Gerry snarls. "Get used to it." He pulls his hand back as though to strike him.

Victor recoils, clutching his burnt hand. "Please."

Gerry freezes. The black starts to recede from his eyes and his gaze darts across the street like he's taking it in for the first time. "Oh, shit," he says. The flames flicker and start to fade out. "Shit shit shit shit." His voice is reduced to a whisper as he stares around him. "What have I done?"

"Nothing." Victor grits his teeth and tries not to show the pain. "Everything's fine. I stopped you."

Gerry just stares at him. "Not the Institute, I don't give a rat's ass about the Institute. I hurt you."

"Actually, technically, I'd argue I did that to myself."

"You're not listening." There's a sharp edge in Gerry's voice that catches him off guard. "It's my fault. That's unforgiveable."

"What?"

"Here's what's going to happen: I drive you to the hospital to get that treated. I leave you, and your car, there. I go back to my flat. We never see each other again."

Victor gapes. "You're breaking up with me? After all this?"

Gerry shrugs. "I don't want to."

"Then don't!"

"Just get in the car."

"I'm not mad at you."

"Don't you get it? That's exactly the problem. You never are. Even when you should be. I have to leave, because you refuse to."

"I'm not afraid of you."

"Well maybe you should be!" Gerry throws his hands in the air, frustrated. "Look at your fucking hand. Why aren't you afraid of me?"

"That thing isn't you," Victor insists.

Gerry looks at him sadly. "That's the problem. It is me. It's just my worst parts, Vic. That's my anger. My instability. My violence. My cruelty. And I try so hard to control it, but nobody's perfect. Especially not me. I'm going to hurt you one of these days and I'm going to be so completely myself that you'll have to face the fact that I am the monster. Alternatively, you can leave, and eventually you'll realize you can do better than me anyways, and you'll get over it. I'm trying to protect you."

"I love you."

"You'll get better."

"No." Victor starts to pace along the sidewalk, agitated. "You know what? No. You don't get to talk to me like that. I'm not a child desperate to climb into the tiger pen at the zoo. Do you even listen to yourself? I don't need a savior."

"I'm trying to protect you," Gerry repeats.

"You're always trying to protect everyone. Who protects you while you protect the world?"

"I do." It had always seemed pretty straightforward to Gerry.

"Wrong answer. You can't do this all alone."

"Well I'm sure as hell not going to damn you for my sake."

"I know. That's the whole point. You don't want to hurt me. You want to control it."

"That doesn't mean I can."

"Don't you get it? This isn't your choice to make. I trust you. I love you. I want to stay."

Gerry's shoulders slump. "Fine," he says. "But if I hurt you again, promise me you'll leave."

Victor hesitates, but only for a moment. "Deal," he says.

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You ever write the end of a fic first and then have know idea how to start it? Just me? Ah well

Short Pibbin drabble. Robin tags along with Pickles as he visits his family after he shots down her offer to "take care of them".

“I shoveled every driveway in fucking tomahawk to earn the money for that kit.” He sighs, his head falling slightly. “Wouldn't even let me keep it in the garage.” 

“That's fucked.” Robin says, her tone a bit stilted. Emotions are weird. Especially others. Her body shifts towards Pickles and hesitates before placing a hand on his thigh. Green eyes move from the pavement as her bloodied knuckles catch his attention.

“You punch my brother?” He asks with a weak chuckle that turns into a full blown laugh as her eyes widen. “Robbi!”

“He made a pass at me!” She exclaims, gesturing wildly. 

“He did what?” Pickles attempts to stand, a burning anger replacing his self pity. Robin shoves him down by the shoulder bringing his ass back to the concrete. 

“I handled it.” She turns her hand to show off the bruises. “Why do you think he ran off to the bathroom after pitching me his business proposal?” His expression softened at her use of air quotations. She wiped her hand off on her jeans. He should have known the blood wasn't hers. “Piece of fucking work.”

“Ain't he?” The two of them sit there on the curb in silence both their eyes shifting to the sky. Pickles leans back onto his hands and steals a glance at the blonde. It's like one of those artistic shots from some chick flick. The street lights create a halo effect around her, a soft smile on her lips and she relaxes with a sigh. “Thanks for coming.” He finally says, returning his eyes to his sky. 

“Well you shot down my first idea.” She chuckled. “Least I could do.” He glanced back at the house, knowing it wouldn't be long til his mother came out to scold him for some bullshit reason. He's about to get up when he feels a sudden warmth cover his hand. His eyes bounce from his hand now covered by the manager's to her face. “Offer still stands by the way.” She jokes as she gives him a reassuring squeeze before leaning in towards him. “I can make it look like an accident and everything.” 

He's overcome with laughter that only grows as Robin's own joins. His face feels warm despite the cool air and all of his frustration and sadness he had felt when he first stormed out had faded. Their laughter softens as he opens his eyes. Robin's face is close to his own, her cheeks a soft pink and her amused smile genuine. He knows it's a bad idea and he could royally fuck up a good moment but he can't help it. 

Robin gives a soft noise of surprise as he presses his lips to her. He just barely breaks away before she caresses his jaw in her hand and pulls him back in. 

It's a brief kiss but it manages to still leave him feeling fucking amazing. 

“Wanna bail?” She asks against his lips before fully pulling away. He realizes she's still squeezing his hand. “I can have a car here in less than five minutes…but I get if you want to say goodbye-” he steals another quick kiss before getting to his feet, pulling her up with him. 

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

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Transforming Your Home with the Best Driveways in Dublin: Your Guide to Finding the Right Driveway Contractors

When it comes to enhancing the curb appeal and functionality of your home, a well-designed and professionally installed driveway can make all the difference. Whether you're looking to replace an old, worn-out driveway or install a new one from scratch, finding the right driveway contractors in Dublin is crucial to ensuring a successful project. In this article, we'll explore the importance of a quality driveway, the various types of driveways available, and how to choose the best driveway contractors in Dublin to bring your vision to life.

The Importance of a Quality Driveway A driveway is more than just a place to park your car. It serves as the entrance to your home, providing the first impression to visitors and passersby. A well-maintained driveway can significantly boost your home's curb appeal, potentially increasing its value. Moreover, a quality driveway offers practical benefits such as:

Durability: A properly installed driveway can withstand the weight of vehicles and resist wear and tear from weather conditions. Safety: A smooth, even surface reduces the risk of tripping or falling. Convenience: A well-designed driveway offers easy access to your home and ample parking space. Low Maintenance: High-quality materials and professional installation can result in a driveway that requires minimal upkeep.

Types of Driveways Before you start your search for driveway contractors in Dublin, it's essential to understand the different types of driveways available. Each type has its unique characteristics, benefits, and considerations:

Concrete Driveways: Known for their durability and longevity, concrete driveways are a popular choice. They can be customized with various finishes, colors, and patterns to match your home's aesthetic. However, they can be prone to cracking over time, especially in areas with significant temperature fluctuations.

Asphalt Driveways: Asphalt is another durable option, often preferred for its smooth surface and quick installation process. It's also relatively cost-effective compared to concrete. However, asphalt driveways may require more maintenance, such as sealing, to keep them in good condition.

Gravel Driveways: Gravel driveways offer a rustic and budget-friendly option. They provide excellent drainage, making them suitable for areas with heavy rainfall. However, they can be less stable and may require periodic replenishment of gravel.

Paver Driveways: Pavers come in various materials, including concrete, brick, and stone. They offer a high level of customization with different colors, shapes, and patterns. Paver driveways are known for their aesthetic appeal and durability, but they can be more expensive to install.

Resin-Bound Driveways: Resin-bound driveways are made by mixing resin with aggregate materials like gravel, creating a smooth and permeable surface. They are visually appealing, durable, and low-maintenance. Additionally, they are environmentally friendly as they allow water to drain through the surface, reducing runoff.

Choosing the Best Driveway Contractors in Dublin Selecting the right driveway contractor is crucial to ensure your project is completed to the highest standard. Here are some key factors to consider when choosing driveway contractors in Dublin:

Experience and Reputation: Look for contractors with a proven track record of successful driveway installations. Check online reviews, ask for references, and look at their portfolio of completed projects to gauge their expertise and reputation.

Licensing and Insurance: Ensure the contractor is licensed and insured to protect yourself from potential liabilities. A reputable contractor will have the necessary credentials and be willing to provide proof of insurance.

Quality of Materials: Ask about the materials the contractor uses and ensure they are of high quality. The longevity and durability of your driveway depend on the materials used and the installation process.

Customization Options: A good contractor should offer a range of customization options to match your preferences and the style of your home. Whether it's different patterns, colors, or finishes, the ability to tailor the driveway to your liking is essential.

Detailed Quotations: Obtain detailed quotations from multiple contractors. The quote should include a breakdown of costs, including materials, labor, and any additional services. Be wary of significantly low quotes, as they may indicate subpar materials or workmanship.

Warranty and Aftercare: Inquire about the warranty offered on the driveway installation. A reputable contractor should provide a warranty that covers materials and workmanship. Additionally, ask about aftercare services and maintenance recommendations to ensure your driveway remains in excellent condition.

The Driveway Installation Process Understanding the driveway installation process can help you better prepare for the project and ensure everything goes smoothly. While the specific steps may vary depending on the type of driveway, the general process typically includes:

Initial Consultation: The contractor will visit your property to assess the site, discuss your preferences, and provide recommendations based on your needs and budget.

Design and Planning: Once you've agreed on the type of driveway and customization options, the contractor will create a detailed plan and design for your approval.

Site Preparation: The existing driveway, if any, will be removed, and the site will be prepared. This may involve excavation, grading, and ensuring proper drainage.

Base Installation: A stable base is crucial for the longevity of the driveway. The contractor will install a layer of compacted aggregate or other suitable materials to create a solid foundation.

Driveway Installation: The chosen driveway material will be installed according to the design and specifications. This may involve pouring concrete, laying asphalt, placing pavers, or spreading gravel and resin.

Finishing Touches: Once the driveway is installed, the contractor will add any finishing touches, such as sealing, edging, or decorative elements, to enhance the appearance and functionality.

Final Inspection: After the installation is complete, the contractor will conduct a final inspection to ensure everything meets your expectations and the project specifications.

Conclusion Investing in a high-quality driveway can significantly enhance the appearance and value of your home. By understanding the different types of driveways available and carefully selecting the best driveway contractors in Dublin, you can ensure a successful project that meets your needs and preferences. Remember to consider factors such as experience, reputation, quality of materials, and customization options when choosing a contractor. With the right team, your dream driveway can become a reality, providing both aesthetic appeal and practical benefits for years to come.

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You might wonder, what SHOULD you do then if you have mildew/algae on your roof? Honestly, it just LOOKS gross, it rarely has structural implications unless your roof is old/damaged enough you should be thinking to replace it anyway (20+ years, or badly hail/storm damaged). If you just can't stand how it looks, or you're trying to sell and need to boost your curb appeal and you house is a single story, you can safely use a soft scrub brush and solution of 1 to 1 bleach and water (use appropriate gloves and face protection), rinse with a regular garden hose sprayer not pressure, or if it's really bad trisodium phosphate (TSP) diluted according to the directions. If your house is more than 1 floor, hire that shit done by an actual roofing company with good ladders and safety equipment, not somebody offering to do it cash for cheap. You always think you're saving money, you always end up spending more to fix whatever got fucked up by trying to do it cheap.

What ARE pressure washers/power washers good for? (pressure washer=cold, power washer=heated). Cleaning shit on the ground, made of concrete, scrubbing off moss and algae growth on sidewalks, salt/sand residue left from winter de-icing, burn/ash residue from charcoal grills/wood firepits, oil/paint residue from garage floor/driveway projects, dirty vinyl siding (as long as it's in good condition and stay AWAY from your windows unless they are also vinyl). Also potentially useful for stripping off peeling paint/finish from fences/decks, but as a general rule, best for concrete, OK for vinyl, very hard on wood, TERRIBLE for shingles. Also stay away from your car unless you want a shitton of microscratches in the finish. When in doubt, washers may SEEM like it's saving you time over the good ol' bucket and sponge, but seriously, pressurized water, especially with any kind of cleaner in it, is a lot more abrasive than people think.

Don’t….. fuckin power wash your roof. Don’t let anyone power wash your roof.

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Roof Washing Near Me

The Essential Guide to Roof Washing Near Me

When it comes to home maintenance, the roof is often overlooked. Yet it’s one of the most important components of any structure. Over time, roofs accumulate dirt, algae, moss, lichen, and other organic materials that not only make your home look aged but can also compromise its structural integrity. If you’ve been searching for “roof washing near me,” it’s likely because you’re starting to see those unsightly stains and streaks overhead. Understanding the importance of roof washing, the methods available, and the benefits of this maintenance task can help preserve the longevity and curb appeal of your property.

Why Roof Washing Matters

Roofs are exposed to the elements year-round. Rain, snow, sun, wind, and airborne pollutants all contribute to a gradual buildup of grime. Algae and moss thrive in humid environments and can eat away at your shingles, leading to deterioration and costly repairs. Beyond aesthetics, regular roof cleaning is a vital part of preventative home care.

A clean roof reflects more sunlight, helping to regulate indoor temperatures. This can lead to lower energy bills, especially in warmer climates. More importantly, by keeping your roof free from organic growth and debris, you’re extending the life of your shingles and avoiding premature replacements.

Common Roof Contaminants and Their Impact

Not all roof stains are created equal. Here are some of the most common contaminants and how they affect your roof:

1. Algae (Gloeocapsa Magma) This bacteria causes black streaks on shingles and thrives in moist environments. While it may seem harmless, it feeds on the limestone filler in asphalt shingles, weakening the roof’s structure over time.

2. Moss Moss has shallow roots but can retain moisture against the roof surface. This consistent dampness accelerates rot and can cause shingles to curl or crack, especially in shaded areas where the roof doesn’t dry quickly.

3. Lichen Lichen is a combination of algae and fungus. It creates a crusty growth that embeds itself into the roofing material, making it one of the most challenging contaminants to remove without causing damage.

4. Dirt and Debris Leaves, twigs, and airborne particles accumulate on the roof and in the gutters. This material retains moisture and contributes to moss and algae growth. Over time, it can block drainage and lead to water pooling.

Methods of Roof Washing Near Me

There are several techniques used to clean roofs, and the best method depends on the type of roof and the severity of the staining.

Soft Washing Soft washing is the most recommended method for most residential roofs. It uses low-pressure water combined with specially formulated cleaning solutions to safely remove algae, mold, and other contaminants without damaging the shingles. The chemicals do the heavy lifting, breaking down organic matter at a molecular level and preventing immediate regrowth.

Pressure Washing Pressure washing, although effective on hard surfaces like concrete or tile, is generally not recommended for traditional asphalt shingles. The force of high-pressure water can strip away the protective granules on shingles and cause premature wear. However, pressure washing may be suitable for metal, clay, or slate roofs when done by a skilled professional using controlled settings.

Manual Cleaning In certain cases, particularly with delicate or historic roofing materials, manual cleaning may be employed. This involves gentle brushing or scrubbing with biodegradable solutions. While more labor-intensive, it allows for precise control and minimal impact on the roof’s surface.

Benefits of Professional Roof Washing

Hiring a professional roof cleaning service offers several benefits beyond just a sparkling clean appearance. Here are a few reasons to consider investing in this service:

1. Prolongs Roof Life Routine cleaning can extend the life of your roof by removing harmful organic materials and preventing rot or shingle degradation.

2. Enhances Curb Appeal A clean roof dramatically improves the appearance of your home. This is especially valuable if you’re planning to sell or refinance.

3. Improves Energy Efficiency Dark, dirty roofs absorb more heat. By removing the grime, your roof can better reflect sunlight, reducing cooling costs.

4. Prevents Costly Repairs Early removal of moss, algae, and lichen prevents them from embedding further into your roof materials, avoiding future damage and expensive repairs.

5. Maintains Insurance Coverage Some homeowner insurance policies require regular maintenance, including roof cleaning. Failing to maintain your roof can result in denied claims for related damage.

How Often Should You Schedule Roof Washing?

The frequency of roof washing depends on your location, climate, and the type of roofing material. Homes in humid or wooded areas may require cleaning every 1-2 years, while homes in dry climates may need attention less often. As a general rule, homeowners should inspect their roofs annually and clean them whenever stains or moss become visible.

Is Roof Washing Safe for All Roof Types?

Different roofing materials require different care techniques:

Asphalt Shingles: Best cleaned using soft washing to avoid granule loss.

Metal Roofs: Can handle pressure washing with the proper technique.

Tile or Slate Roofs: Require careful handling to avoid cracks or dislodging tiles.

Wood Shingles: Should be cleaned gently to prevent damage and wood decay.

Always verify that the cleaning method matches your roof type to avoid unnecessary damage.

DIY vs. Professional Roof Washing

While some homeowners may consider taking on roof cleaning themselves, it comes with risks. Working on a roof without proper safety equipment can lead to falls and injuries. Additionally, using the wrong cleaning agents or pressure settings can void your roof warranty or cause irreversible damage.

Professional roof washing companies bring experience, safety equipment, and commercial-grade cleaning solutions that provide longer-lasting results. They can also identify minor issues during the cleaning process before they become major problems.

Eco-Friendly Roof Washing Practices

Today’s homeowners are increasingly concerned about the environmental impact of home maintenance. Many roof cleaning services now offer eco-friendly options that use biodegradable and non-toxic chemicals safe for pets, landscaping, and the environment.

These green cleaning solutions break down algae and bacteria effectively while reducing runoff pollution. If sustainability is important to you, seek roof cleaning practices that emphasize eco-conscious products and waste management.

Signs It’s Time for a Roof Cleaning

If you're unsure whether it's time for a cleaning, look out for these signs:

Visible black streaks or dark patches on the roof

Moss or lichen growth, especially in shaded areas

Clogged gutters or water pooling around the eaves

Higher than usual energy bills due to poor roof reflectivity

A general “dingy” appearance to your home’s exterior

Addressing these issues sooner rather than later helps avoid costlier interventions down the line.

Conclusion: Invest in Roof Washing Near Me for a Healthier Home

Your roof does more than keep the rain out—it plays a vital role in the safety, efficiency, and beauty of your home. Searching for “roof washing near me” isn’t just about curb appeal; it’s about safeguarding your investment and enhancing the quality of your living space. Whether you’re looking to sell your home, reduce energy bills, or simply maintain a clean, well-kept property, regular roof washing should be a part of your home care routine. With the right approach and consistent attention, your roof can serve you well for decades to come.

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Top 5 Reasons Atlanta Homeowners Need Regular Pressure Washing 

Living in Atlanta means enjoying Southern charm, beautiful neighborhoods, and lush greenery — but it also means dealing with persistent humidity, seasonal pollen, mold growth, and dirt accumulation on your home’s exterior. For Atlanta homeowners, these environmental factors take a real toll on siding, driveways, patios, and roofs. 

While some may think pressure washing is only about making a house look good, the truth is that pressure washing in Atlanta is essential for preserving your home’s value, protecting your health, and avoiding long-term damage. Regular cleanings by professionals like UnTouchable Pressure Washing ensure your home looks great year-round while preventing costly problems down the line. 

Let’s dive into the top 5 reasons every Atlanta homeowner needs routine pressure washing — and how this simple service offers major returns. 

1. Boost Curb Appeal and Stay HOA Compliant 

Whether you're planning to sell your home or just want to impress guests and neighbors, nothing transforms your property’s exterior like a professional pressure wash. 

In Atlanta’s climate, exterior surfaces quickly accumulate: 

Thick yellow pollen during springtime 

Red clay stains from Georgia’s native soil 

Streaks of mold and algae from heavy humidity 

Dirt and soot from urban traffic and tree cover 

Regular pressure washing in Atlanta helps restore your home’s original color, making siding, driveways, and walkways sparkle like new. This is especially important for homeowners in HOA communities, where dirty exteriors, algae growth, and black-streaked gutters can lead to warnings or fines. 

UnTouchable Pressure Washing specializes in HOA-friendly cleaning solutions, keeping your home in compliance and your curb appeal high — without damaging delicate materials. 

2. Protect Surfaces From Mold, Algae, and Weathering 

Atlanta’s warm, humid climate is the perfect breeding ground for mold, mildew, algae, and lichen. These biological invaders attach to your siding, roof, and deck — eating away at surfaces and shortening the lifespan of exterior finishes. 

When left untreated, you may face: 

Rotting wood or deck boards 

Warped or cracked siding 

Discoloration on brick, concrete, or stone 

Weakened shingles on your roof 

Routine Atlanta pressure washing services remove these organisms safely before they cause structural problems. The team at UnTouchable Pressure Washing uses both traditional pressure washing and low-pressure soft washing techniques, depending on the surface, ensuring your home is protected from both dirt and damage. 

Their eco-friendly cleaning solutions eliminate mold and mildew without harming plants, pets, or painted surfaces — a must-have for the long, humid Georgia summers. 

3. Extend the Life of Paint, Siding, and Roofing 

Repainting your home or replacing siding and shingles can cost thousands — but did you know that regular pressure washing can help delay these major expenses? 

Here’s how: 

Removes dirt and mold that accelerate paint peeling 

Prevents moisture penetration into porous surfaces 

Keeps vinyl siding from oxidizing and fading 

Cleans asphalt shingles, preserving their protective granules 

By removing contaminants that break down materials over time, house pressure cleaning in Georgia becomes a form of preventative maintenance. Many Atlanta homeowners pressure wash their homes at least once a year to keep everything in top shape between painting or roof replacement cycles. 

With UnTouchable Pressure Washing, you get experienced technicians who know how to clean each surface safely  protecting your home’s exterior and extending its life. 

4. Improve Air Quality and Remove Allergens 

It’s no secret that Atlanta’s pollen count can be brutal in the spring. What’s less known is how much pollen, mold spores, dust, and pollutants get trapped on your home’s exterior — only to be tracked inside or recirculated through HVAC systems. 

Regular pressure washing helps reduce: 

Pollen buildup on porches, decks, windows, and siding 

Mildew and mold spores that trigger respiratory issues 

Dust and air pollutants clinging to driveways and patios 

Pet dander, droppings, or outdoor grime on entryways 

If you or your family members suffer from allergies or asthma, pressure washing in Atlanta isn’t just cosmetic — it’s about creating a healthier living environment. Removing allergens from the outside makes a noticeable difference in how clean your indoor air feels. 

UnTouchable Pressure Washing uses biodegradable, plant-safe detergents to eliminate allergens without leaving behind harsh chemical odors or residues, making it safe for families with pets and kids. 

5. Save Money on Long-Term Repairs and Maintenance 

Let’s face it — ignoring exterior grime doesn’t make it go away. Over time, built-up gunk leads to cracking, warping, rotting, and permanent staining. What could’ve been a quick, affordable cleaning turns into an expensive repair job. 

Routine pressure washing helps you: 

Avoid roof leaks by removing moss and debris 

Prevent concrete cracking caused by mold and root buildup 

Protect painted surfaces from chipping or flaking 

Reduce the need for pest control, as dirt and moisture attract bugs 

Investing in a professional cleaning service like UnTouchable Pressure Washing is far more affordable than repainting, resurfacing, or replacing outdoor surfaces. For a fraction of the cost, you can maintain your home’s integrity and aesthetics all while increasing its market value. 

Homeowners across metro Atlanta are already turning to these local experts for ongoing maintenance plans that keep their homes looking fresh and damage-free year-round. 

Conclusion: Keep Your Atlanta Home Beautiful and Protected With Professional Pressure Washing 

Pressure washing in Atlanta isn’t a luxury  it’s a practical, preventative, and affordable way to care for your home. From improving curb appeal and extending the life of your paint to protecting your health and saving money on repairs, the benefits are impossible to ignore. 

If your siding looks dull, your deck feels grimy, or your roof shows signs of algae, it’s time to call in the pros. 

UnTouchable Pressure Washing brings years of local experience, top-grade equipment, and customer-first service to homes across Atlanta and surrounding areas. Whether you need a seasonal refresh or routine exterior maintenance, their team is ready to restore your home’s beauty and integrity — fast, safely, and affordably. 

Call now or visit UnTouchable Pressure Washing’s website to schedule your free consultation. Take the first step toward a cleaner, healthier, and more valuable home today. 

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Pressure Washing Services in Valparaiso and Munster: A Clean Solution

A clean exterior is the first thing people notice when approaching a property, whether residential or commercial. Over time, dirt, grime, mold, and mildew can accumulate, making the surface look unattractive. Pressure washing service Valparaiso and pressure washing service Munster offer effective solutions to restore the beauty of a property, giving it a fresh, clean look and enhancing its curb appeal.

The Power of Pressure Washing

Pressure washing service Valparaiso provides an efficient and powerful method of cleaning surfaces. By using high-pressure water, this service can easily remove dirt, algae, mold, and other debris that ordinary cleaning methods can’t address. The pressure washing process can clean driveways, sidewalks, decks, siding, and other exterior surfaces, restoring their original appearance and making them look brand new. This service is especially helpful for areas that are regularly exposed to the elements.

Benefits of Professional Pressure Washing Services

Pressure washing service Munster offers a range of benefits for homeowners and business owners alike. First, it helps maintain the appearance of a property, ensuring that it always looks fresh and welcoming. Regular pressure washing also prevents the buildup of harmful substances like mold and mildew, which can damage surfaces over time. Additionally, pressure washing helps prevent slipping hazards on driveways or walkways by removing dirt and grime that may have accumulated, keeping the property safer for pedestrians.

Boosting Curb Appeal and Property Value

Curb appeal plays a major role in how a property is perceived. Pressure washing service Valparaiso enhances the visual appeal of a home or business by making its exterior surfaces look cleaner and brighter. Whether preparing to sell a property or simply improving its overall look, pressure washing can make a significant difference. A clean, well-maintained exterior not only makes a great first impression but can also increase the value of the property.

Preventing Damage with Regular Cleaning

One of the key reasons to invest in pressure washing service Munster is to prevent long-term damage to exterior surfaces. Over time, mold, mildew, dirt, and algae can cause deterioration, leading to costly repairs or replacements. For example, mold and mildew can eat away at the siding of a home, while dirt buildup can cause concrete surfaces to crack and degrade. Regular pressure washing removes these harmful substances, preserving the integrity of the property and extending the lifespan of surfaces.

Efficiency and Time Savings

Using pressure washing service Valparaiso is a time-efficient method of cleaning large areas quickly. Unlike traditional cleaning methods, which may require scrubbing and extended effort, pressure washing can clean surfaces in a fraction of the time. This makes it an ideal choice for busy homeowners and business owners who want to maintain a clean property without spending hours on maintenance. Professional pressure washers have the experience to clean large or hard-to-reach areas with ease and precision.

Eco-Friendly Cleaning Solution

Pressure washing service Munster is an eco-friendly cleaning solution that uses water and pressure to clean surfaces without the need for harsh chemicals. This is a major advantage, as many traditional cleaning methods rely on potentially harmful chemicals that can harm the environment. Pressure washing, when done correctly, can clean effectively without damaging the environment, making it a sustainable option for maintaining exterior spaces.

Conclusion

Both pressure washing service Valparaiso and pressure washing service Munster provide essential services to enhance the appearance and longevity of properties. These services not only clean surfaces effectively but also help prevent long-term damage, improving curb appeal and increasing property value. Whether it’s for a home or business, pressure washing offers an efficient and environmentally friendly solution for keeping exterior spaces looking their best.

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How to Choose the Right Materials for Your Next Roof Replacement

Selecting the ideal materials for a roof replacement is one of the most important decisions homeowners face. It impacts your home’s appearance, energy efficiency, and structural integrity. Every roofing option offers different benefits, so taking time to align your needs with the right material is key to maximizing value and performance.

Assessing Climate and Regional Factors

Your local environment plays a major role in the longevity of roofing materials. Areas with frequent storms, high winds, or extreme heat require materials that can withstand those conditions. Asphalt shingles, metal panels, or clay tiles all perform differently depending on the weather they face. A strategic roof replacement takes into account local climate to reduce the risk of premature wear.

Understanding Material Lifespan and Maintenance

While some materials require minimal upkeep, others may demand regular inspections or cleaning to maintain their integrity. Metal roofs, for example, are known for their durability and resistance to environmental damage. On the other hand, wood shakes offer a natural appearance but often need more attention. Knowing how much maintenance you’re willing to handle can help guide your decision toward a more compatible roofing solution.

Considering Structural Load Capacity

Not every home is designed to support the same type of roofing system. Heavy options like slate or concrete tiles may not be suitable for structures built with lighter framing. Before committing to a material, it’s critical to evaluate whether your existing construction can handle the added load. Consulting with a qualified roofing professional ensures the roof not only looks great but performs safely for years to come.

Balancing Style with Performance

The aesthetic appeal of a roof matters, but it should never come at the expense of function. Coordinating the style with your home’s architecture helps improve curb appeal, but performance must remain a top priority. Materials should offer a reliable barrier against the elements while also complementing the overall look of the home. With careful selection, your new roof will deliver both beauty and lasting protection.

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Common Fence Problems in Homes and How to Fix Them 

Fences not only enhance the curb appeal of your home but also add privacy and security. However, over time, even the sturdiest fences can develop issues—especially in climates like Winnemucca’s. If you're searching for reliable fence repair service in Winnemucca, here are the most common fence problems homeowners face and how to fix them.

1. Leaning or Sagging Fences

Cause: Weak posts, shifting soil, or heavy wind Fix:

Reinforce or replace damaged fence posts

Use concrete to reset posts for added stability

2. Broken or Missing Boards

Cause: Weather exposure, wood rot, or physical damage Fix:

Replace the damaged boards

Use treated wood or vinyl for durability

3. Rusting Metal Fences

Cause: Moisture and poor maintenance Fix:

Sand down rusted areas and apply rust-resistant primer and paint

Consider switching to powder-coated materials

4. Gate Alignment Issues

Cause: Loose hinges, ground shifting, or poor installation Fix:

Tighten or replace hinges

Adjust gate alignment or post placement

5. Rotting Wood

Cause: Constant exposure to moisture Fix:

Remove rotted sections and treat wood with sealant

Upgrade to weather-resistant materials

Fence issues are inevitable, but they don’t have to compromise your property. For reliable, efficient, and affordable fence repair service in Winnemucca, trust the experts at Artistic Fence Co. With years of experience and a commitment to quality, they’ll restore your fence to its best condition in no time. Contact Artistic Fence Co. today for a free consultation and keep your fence standing strong!