#frank goes to maine

[yeehawkpierce]

Frank Goes to Maine

I’ve decided to continue my Frank Goes to Maine fic that I started a while back. The plot of each chapter is decided via Tumblr poll. After each chapter is posted, the best four suggestions i receive (via ao3 comments or tumblr interactions, etc) will go into a tumblr poll a few days later and everyone can vote for their favorite plot line.

Chapter 2 ends with BJ interrupting Hawkeye and Frank having sex, intending to confess his love to Hawkeye:

Tell me what comes next!

[dragmebymyhair]

its literally the 4 horsemen

guys, im connecting dots

[mariocki]

Hush...Hush, Sweet Charlotte (1964)

"Miriam? He really... isn't here, is he? Just now, I thought I heard... sometimes at night, when I wake up, it seems as if he really is here. Don't turn on the light. It's not real when it's light. It's only real when it's dark - dark and still."

[lunarharp]

rare small post of Few images of witch

[ex0rin]

Frank Grillo | Fightworld Thailand: Fortunate Son

[houliburns]

speaking of frank i need to write hawnk fic or ill actually die but i have no idea where to start

[weaselle]

i wanna do a thing where i lay out studies that show things in different primates that show us parts of ourselves as humans. Call it Primates: Through the Looking Glass or The Monkey in the Mirror or something

There are studies and documentaries that show things about Gorillas, Chimpanzees, Bonobos, Baboons, Macaques... that just make sense to me. That if shown right would make sense to a lot of people, i think.

like... they were studying this one group of gorillas --

okay wait. First of all, you know a silverback (the Big Male) of the group is not the leader or in charge or anything, right? He has a role, and it includes a certain amount of control, which i’ll explain briefly, but he’s not, like, in charge.

wait, you know all that Dominance/Alpha theory about wolves is all wrong, right?

wait wait wait, and also that like, the bull or the stag or whatever in a herd is not in charge of anything, right? right?

hold on. the wolves is it’s own post, the herd thing i might get back to, we���re on gorillas, okay. Silverback is basically just the male head of an extended family in which plenty of the leadership is handled by the women of the family.

There are often 2-4 silverbacks, but one, usually the largest, will clearly be senior to the others who are often his sons or brothers. Silverbacks have three main roles

1: defend the group from all physical threats aside from people, these threats are mostly random male gorillas, chimpanzee baby-snatching gangs, and the occasional leopard. Just his alert presence handles most scenarios, and then maybe a few times a year he has to risk his life fulfilling this responsibility. It is this role that provides most of whatever actual power he has over the group, namely this: while he isn’t necessarily the one deciding when and where the group goes on a daily basis, if the most powerful/capable silverback does decide to travel a direction, they pretty much have to go with him, the family isn’t safe without him.

2: make babies. And this is one area where the ladies of the group will sometimes sort of vote with their ovaries, and favor a silverback that isn’t the main one, like “yeah, Frank, you are the biggest, but honestly you’re a dick and we’re going to make sure the next generation of silverbacks isn’t another one of you.” When you see a main large silverback in a group of gorillas, it isn’t, like, his blindly loyal harem, they have to approve of him. Also gorilla females move between groups, and sometimes they take members with them or start new groups and stuff. Anyway i’m getting off track, one of the silverbacks jobs is making babies

3. keep the peace This functions a lot like being in the back seat with your siblings with your parents up front. Basically any disputes within the group have to be handled within a certain parameter of decorum, because if it gets too out of hand HE’s going to come over, and He’ll be upset, which is low-key terrifying because He’s huge, and there’s no telling who He’ll decide is at fault or what he’ll do about it, so letting a situation get out of hand is a losing scenario for everyone involved really. Tho typically he will favor senior females in disputes, in a “don’t you talk that way to your mom” kind of way.

one last thing, silverbacks don’t actually transfer power between silverbacks via battle every time.

Like i was just reading accounts from a multi-generational observational study of some wild gorillas that featured one big silverback just straight up taking over by performing the silverback duties better and becoming preferred by everyone else in the group. There was no fight, it just became, i do the job better, everyone likes me better, kicking my ass can’t change that, and boom, he was the primary silverback. And the other silverback might have been a bit dull, or a bit of a bully, but like us their species’ success is largely dependent on social intelligence; once he saw the writing on the wall, that other, slightly larger sivlerback didn’t even bother trying to change the situation with a physical fight, he understood what had happened.

okay so all that was just to tell you all this story. lol. Here’s what i saw in one documentary:

This very big, getting old silverback, who was hugely popular and successful, with a very large and tightly bonded family group, and a couple of his hulking adult sons backing him up. Everybody in his group seemed to love him a lot, he was particularly calm in that gentle giant sort of way, a safe, emotionally steady presence, happy to help raise his sons and daughters with kindness, and who could become a raging nightmare if pressed by a leopard ... exactly what a band of gorillas wants in a silverback.

But one of his adult sons had plenty of silver on his own back, and was getting itchier and itchier to be main man of the group, and this is where we start our little drama

It seems to be coming to a head, and the observers are nervous about a fight for the position. The silverback and his son are both are huge, probably approaching 400lbs, mostly muscle, with long thick fangs and skulls topped with jaw muscles as big as human biceps to wield those teeth, which nature has given them primarily to fight other gorillas with. 

But then the next day, the old man leads the fam up the mountain.

it’s winter, which is why they have come down the mountain in the first place. But as we discussed, if he goes somewhere, they have to go, so they all follow behind.

up he goes, and then he sits. And waits. It’s cold and there is much less food up here at this time of year. There’s nothing to do but sit hungry in the cold. His size and metabolism makes him the most able to withstand the cold, but even he is pretty uncomfortable. 

And so he sits. And his family, perhaps confused, but loyal, sits around him.

But his son, the other huge silverback, with years of training even as an adult under his wise father, is ready and able to go off on his own. Finally, he stands up, makes clear his intentions to leave this uncomfortable place. A small handful of the other gorillas stand with him -- if he goes down the mountain, then they can safely leave as well. He turns and heads down the mountain. After a moment, a few more gorillas leave the main group to follow. All in all it winds up being nearly half.

The wise older silverback thoughtfully watches his son leave with about half the group. He sits a while longer in the cold, in the company of those most loyal to him, and then takes them along a different path down the mountain

And those two groups still ran into each other sometimes, and were friendly. And sometimes a couple gorillas would change between the two groups. They were still close.

But i just thought that was such an elegant, meaningful way for that gorilla to handle that whole situation. And it makes a completely human sort of sense to me. 

[clownsuu]

Just a lil doodles smhhhh

cw: mentions of violence and distress. Also weapons-

This is probably a good time to mention everyone’s jobs since I keep forgetting to mention it JDHDGDH

Wally: Da Boss (yeah no shid) he isn’t that merciful of a boss- can be very brutal with how relentless he can be and is a bit of a (non sus) sadistic a s s sometimes. Usually is playfully humorous initially, but can quickly go sour if he feels ever so slightly ticked. Preferred weapon: his eyes and his arms.

Barnaby: Body guard, boss’s left hand man, usually the one who talks for the boss. Sometimes he’s even seen as the “unofficial” boss of the whole group (which he likes to humor sometimes) but in the end he is possibly the most loyal out of everyone to Wally (man’s best friend after all). Preferred weapon is “da biggest gun we got!!!”

Howdy: Butler, bartender, boss’s right hand man. Will do basically everything anyone says (who’s part of the family) without question, however he will always take the Boss’s requests as main priority over the others. This will often keep him awake and exhausted, and a few new stitches to add to his collection. He has the lowest ability to think freely. Preferred weapon: Ice pick

Julie: Hitman A, interrogator, mad scientist really. Killing isn’t really too much of her thing, she prefers methodical planning and slow suffering with the use of chemicals and even random substances she can get her lil paws on. She’s not afraid to use anyone as a test subject, even if it’s her own members. preferred weapon: tranquilizers

Sally: Hitman B, intimidator, c h a o s. Almost the complete opposite to Julie. Absolutely chaotic and adores violent bloodshed to a point it’s theatrical. Usually is called if they don’t really need a clean kill. Can often be seen dancing and listening to music while on the job, often says it helps her focus (nobody really argues with it). Preferred weapon: anything blunt and/or violently loud (tasers, rocket launchers, fireworks) (sally is banned from using rocket launchers)

Poppy: Medic, crime scene cleanup, voice of reason, sometimes chef. She does ok when it comes to clean ups and stuff, however she has panic attacks and gets terrified when ever she hears screams of pain/torture, and freezes. Typically Howdy is there to help her snap out of it and help her complete her work, if not do her work for her. Everyone, even including the boss, is there to support her when she’s distressed (everyone would hug her except Wally. He does not like being touched unless it’s Howdy or Barnaby). Preferred weapon: n/a

Eddie: Messenger, delivery pick up/drop off, handler of the goods. He usually goes by himself, however after an incident where he lost his arm from a deal gone wrong, he is now required to leave with at least one of the hitmen (typically Sally). Very often does he get hurt in these trips and is usually always saved by Sally. Absolutely adores Frank for always trying to find the safest routes for him and wishes they had time together alone. Preferred weapon: a simple revolver

Frank: In charge of ordering goods, making contacts, being a voice of reason, basically just a manager. The most stressed member of the group. Rarely is he seen outside of the headquarters unless it’s to talk to well known individuals. He doesn’t usually talk to anyone besides Howdy (ranting at the bar about people), Eddie (telling him what he needs to get next), and Julie (normal convos and her asking him to order new chemicals for her next project). Every time Frank thinks he has an intimate moment together alone with Eddie, out of the blue Eddie would just randomly talk about how much he loves the family and how Wally is so amazing. The next day Frank asks him about it, it seems Eddie doesn’t remember what happened yesterday. Frank has the highest ability to think freely. Preferred weapon: a simple glock.

Home: Voice of reason. Preferred weapon: Wally

[helenofsparta2]

Annabeth is the strategic leader of Camp Half Blood, and Percy is the emotional one

If you have time to prepare for a battle or a quest, days, weeks or even months, the Athena cabin, and Annabeth in particular, are the obvious bet.

Camp Half-Blood has known Annabeth since she was seven years old and experienced her getting better and better at strategizing with each passing year and win victory after victory at capture the flag.

They know that she is the demigod who managed to stay alive while living on the streets with Thalia and Luke, who held the sky and accompanied Percy on most of his quests, who has been part of the prophecy of the seven, survived Tartarus and managed to follow the Mark of Athena as the only Athena kid in over 3000 years.

They know that she is going to come up with a plan that is going to give them with close to no doubts the upper hand. She has their absolute trust in that regard.

But when you're feeling hopeless in the middle of a battlefield? When your entire body is aching, and you're so close to desperation you just want to lay down your weapons or run away? Or when something somehow goes wrong, and you need to immediately improvise?

Then you look to Perseus Jackson.

The guy who has been standing on the front lines for so long, it is more familiar to him than the schoolyard, who has been fighting toe to toe with gods and titans since he was twelve years old. The guy who has successfully been part of more quests than any other demigod alive. The guy, who you know would give his own life for you without a second thought. The guy who jumped into Tartarus just so his girlfriend wouldn't have to face it alone.

The guy who is defined by his selflessness, genuine kindness, humbleness and bravery.

Mars told Frank in Son of Neptune that Percy is the glue that will hold the seven together, but it goes much deeper than that. He is the glue that holds all demigods together, be it at the Battle of Camp Half Blood, the Battle of Manhattan, or the Battle in front of New Rome, because more than any other character we have met in any of Rick’s books, Percy Jackson inspires loyalty and trust.

I’m not saying that those roles are not interchangeable.

Demigods obviously also rely emotionally on Annabeth, especially the Athena cabin, and Percy does often also come up with brilliant strategies (mind you, he was the leader, both emotional and strategic during the battle of Manhattan), but in the grand scheme of things, those are the roles the two of them have, and one of the main reasons why they are such a dangerous duo.

[yeehawkpierce]

Frank Goes to Maine

Chapter Two

Hawkeye and Frank get it on, and an unexpected visitor arrives.

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#399

“Oh man, Fuck!...  Oh sorry you had to hear that call.  Didn’t mean to interrupt you enjoying your brew.  It’s just that my girlfriend makes me so fucking pissed off….  Get this, she knows I work 14 days straight busting my ass on that drilling rig.  I am about to head home for four days of rest.  That’s a 7-hour drive, each way.  So she tells me that her sister and mother are in town staying with us.  My days of relaxing are shot to shit.  And worse yet there’s no way I’m getting her pussy.  I probably won’t even get head.  Ain’t that shit?...

“Oh sorry.  I forget that I’m not with a dozen or so other roughnecks out in the field.  All they talk about is pussy.  Most of them don’t have a girlfriend, let alone a wife.  Hearing them go on and on about fucking and getting a blow job, I forget that other people might talk about something else.

“My god, I just wanted to get home and kick back with a beer and get some head.  You know the kind of blowjob that goes on for an hour and it relaxes your entire body.  That doesn’t even include blowing your wad.  You know what I’m talking about?

“Oh there I go again.  Sorry if I’m telling too much....  I do that when I start drinking.   Do you care if I talk about getting blown?...  Good.  Thought so.  What man doesn’t want head at the end of weeks of working damned hard? 

“…Here’s to blowjobs!  Cheers! 

“Hey Frank! Get my friend here another beer….  Nah!  Put your money away.  I got this. 

“So your car broke down?...  We are one of two taverns for twenty miles.  The other is by the interstate one mile away.  At this time of day it’s quite deserted.  We typically only get locals in here.  That is, unless you are having work done at Mike Larson’s garage.  There’s not that much out here, just the garage, Frank’s tavern, the lodge, and the oilfield’s main office over there across the creek.  Was I right?  Is it your car?

“…That was not a happy nod.  So, you’re here for tonight… Oh wait, the garage is closed for the weekend.  You are here until Monday?  …Again, that nod tells me everything.  Well to make matters worse, there are no available women for at least 50 or 60 miles.  This is what this hellhole has to offer. 

“I don’t know about you but it looks like it’s going to be an evening of pounding the pud.  And when I get done, I’ll use my other hand to make it feel like I’m getting a handjob from someone else.

“Goddamn my girlfriend fucked this all up.  I only had this weekend off, before I have to report back here to start filling in for a bud on Wednesday.  She thought that I would want to spend time with her fucking family.  Sometimes I wonder why I’m still with her.

“You have a wife or girlfriend?... 

“…Huh!  Well, sometimes I wish I was like you, single.  But sometimes I really need to get my balls drained.  She gives great head though.  She’s the only girlfriend I had who can take my head in her throat.  I have a big schlong, and every woman I dated complained about its size.  It takes her a long time to throat me.  Most of the time I get frustrated, and I wind up grabbing her head and fucking her mouth.  Eventually it ends in her throat.  She has never taken me down to the root.

“But I really have to be buzzed to get into skull fucking the bitch.  The part she really hates is me dick slapping her.  As I said, I have a gigantic dick.  Smacking her upside her head with my cock usually throws her off balance.  So does a face slap with my hand. 

“When I get in the zone, I am all kinds of aggressive.  I am only after one thing, to bust my nut.  If that means roughing up the bitch, then she’s going to get roughed up.  If I’m drunk enough, I’ll not only fuck her cunt, but she’ll take me in her ass.

“Right now, if she were here, I would be fucking her in every position in every hole.  I wouldn’t care if she was enjoying it.  I’m so fucking horny.  I would use any woman right now.  I can’t have a weekend of jerking off.  Hell, if there was a faggot, I would use him the same way. 

“And it’s a good thing that I have a faggot sitting not ten feet away from me, paying attention to every word I say, licking his lips every time I mention blowjobs, and responding with awkward silence when I asked if he had a bitch back home.  No straight man acts this way.

“I would ask you if you are a cock sucking faggot, but we both know the answer.  Don’t we?  So this is what is going to happen.  I’m going to walk over there, to the men’s toilet.  You want my fat hog in your faggot throat, you follow me in.  Don’t say a word.  Get on your faggot knees and open your faggot mouth. 

“I’ll give you until I drain my piss.  If you don’t come in at that time, then you better be out of here and hide in your room at the lodge.

“I really got to piss, so you don’t have much time….

“…Well fuck.  I would have thought you would have taken some time to think about it.  But OK.

“I really have to piss.  While I do that get in the stall and on your knees.  Be ready for me.  I swear, the beers just pour right through me.  Oh, this feels good—

“What the fuck?  I’m not done pissing….  Oh?  So, you are one of those kinds of faggots.  Nasty piss drinking faggot!  Oh fuck, your mouth feels good.  You are definitely getting a reaction out of my hog.  That’s it for my piss for now.

“Faggot, see how big it is?  You think you can take it?

“Jesus fuck!  Right to the root with no problem!  Holy shit.  You faggots know what you are doing.  Oh man.  This is… fuck!  Oh my god! 

“Bob up and down.  Go head-to-root-to-head-to-root.  Fuck!  This is the blowjob I have been looking for all my life.  Lucky me I found me a faggot with car problems.

“Pull off.  I said, ‘Pull off!’  Look up at me.  Hold still…. 

“…What?  Nothing?  I just gave you one of the hardest bitch slaps I have ever given and you just take it….  Wait, what did you just say?  Did you just thank me… for bitch slapping you?

“Get up.  Get your faggot-ty ass up.  Let’s go.  Move!

“We are going to my room at the lodge.  You are going to spend your night with me. 

“Pay Frank your tab and leave a good tip.  Meet me outside…  A fifty?  You know what a good tip is, that or you didn’t care to wait for him to give you change.

“OK faggot.  I have never used a fag before.  But damn, that one minute in the toilet told me I have been missing out. 

“Over here.  I’m the last room.  The lodge is free for us roughnecks.  The company pays for our housing.  My room is at the end.  It’s a glorified motel room.  I have tons of beer.  You won’t get any, at least not without it going through me first.  Never did that before, but fuck I liked it.

“I plan on being here for four days.  You are going to spend your time with me and my cock down your throat.  You probably take it up your ass.  I will definitely try that out.

“Now listen up.  I have no interest in you or your dick.  I ain’t sucking you or getting fucked by you.  You try anything like that, and I will beat the shit out of you.  Understand me?...  Understand me faggot?

“And keep up the ‘Yes Sir!’  I like the sound of that.  Here we are.  Faggot this is all new for me.  But I will tell you this, I am liking what has been done so far.  I’m so ready to do this.  My cock has not lost it’s hard on.  I may never go back.  Faggot get inside and strip!”

[padfootagain]

Love in Verses (XXXV)

Chapter 35 : ‘Love comes quietly, finally’

Hi! Here is a new chapter! Time to see how MC will react… please, read at your own risk… ;)

I hope you like this chapter! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader (professor!AU)

Warnings: slow burn, angst, hurt, hurt/comfort, tooth-rotting fluff in later chapters, some scenes in later chapters will have heavy sexual themes even if it’s not explicit nsfw description, so minors here

Summary: Your life seems perfect. You're engaged, your career is thriving as you become an assistant professor at Trinity College, and this Andrew Hozier-Byrne you're sharing an office with seems to be a nice guy you hope to call a friend soon. Life seems to be smiling at you... until everything goes sour. When your fiancé breaks up with you, your perfect world shatters. And when your colleague also gets his heart broken soon after, your shared office seems to be a curse rather than a blessing. But Andrew seems determined to mend your broken hearts... Will things finally go according to plan?

Word Count: 3139

Masterlist for the series – Hozier’s masterlist – Main masterlist

Love Comes Quietly

Love comes quietly, finally, drops about me, on me, in the old ways.

What did I know thinking myself able to go alone all the way.

Robert Creeley

You didn’t remember coming home. You didn’t remember anything from your drive, but somehow you ended up in your living room, which meant you had travelled back from the church to your place.

Andrew’s words echoed in your head still.

She’s standing right in front of me.

I’ve moved on for you.

I don’t want to stop them. I want you.

You?

You tried to put the pieces together, and you could see it now. The way he behaved with you, always gentle, always tender, always caring. The way he had reacted to that dress on you. And everybody else’s comments about you…

Andrew liked you. You were the woman he was falling for.

You had thought there was someone else, but there never was. It seemed obvious now that you played back countless moments in your head, almost comically so. It seemed obvious that he liked you.

And you liked him, obviously. But then you didn’t. You didn’t like him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it, to admit it. It was hard enough to accept that you could have a crush on someone else than Frank, but more…

You started pacing, digging holes in your carpet at this point. You needed to think, to be logical about this.

You had three possibilities now.

You could go back to the church, tell Frank everything. That you weren’t over him, that you wanted him back, that he was making a mistake with Sam, that you loved him… But as you formed the words in your head, you could feel it was all a lie. It used to be true, but it wasn’t anymore.

You could go to Andrew’s and talk about his confession. Tell him you liked him, but you needed time to get over Frank, that you didn’t want to rush things. That you fancied him, but you needed time to feel more than that. That would also be a lie.

Or you could stay here. You could choose none of them. You could decide to remain single, did you really want one of those two anyway? You knew you did. You did, and you already knew who you truly wanted, but it was so damn scary to love again… what if it all happened the same way a second time? What if…

What if you trusted Andrew, and then he dragged you along for years but never truly committed? And what if he left for someone else? And what if he broke your heart? Because getting over Frank was hard enough, but Andrew? Andrew could break you in ways you had never imagined possible. You knew that. You knew that if you let yourself love him, you could love him so much harder than you had ever loved Frank. If you let yourself fall for him, you would die at the landing.

Your eyes fell on your coffee table, you stopped your movements as you stared at the pair of books there.

The Divine Comedy

Death of a Naturalist

You would never have that kind of relationship with Frank. You would never… ramble for hours about art, never exchange books, never spend afternoons in bookshops, never analyse texts, never debate on politics for hours, never spend evenings discussing misogyny and the importance of female authors, never feel that soothing warmth in your chest every time you heard Andrew’s voice, never feel as safe as you did when Andrew held you in his arms, never let the fantasies in your dreams and head come true, never kiss Andrew a third time, never feel his gentle yet eager lips on yours ever again, his large hands on your body, his beard brushing your skin…

You would never have that with Frank.

And you wanted it. You wanted it all. And you wanted so much more. You wanted to find out the precise colour of his irises when he woke up in the morning, what his skin felt like under your fingers, what it was like to be held by him throughout an entire night, what he had to say about the next elections, and what he thought about that novel you were reading at the moment, and you hadn’t listened to that artist he had recommended, something about blues you couldn’t remember now but it was important, it was so fucking important and… and…

And Andrew cared. He cared. And he listened. And he was there. And you… you didn’t like him, that was a fucking lie, you didn’t have a crush.

You loved him. You were in love with him. You wanted Andrew more than anything in this world but you were terrified at the thought that he could hurt you as well, just like Frank did. That was the truth.

You sat on your couch, trying to find the courage to tell him…

How would you tell him?

You started crafting a speech, and by the time you felt ready to leave for Andrew’s place, the night already covered the town.

It was almost midnight, and you knew it was ridiculous, that it shouldn’t be legal to go to someone’s place at such an hour, but it couldn’t wait. The wedding was tomorrow, in a few minutes it would be today…

You knocked on the door you knew so well by now, waited for the green paint to disappear so you could see the man you loved instead.

The man you loved…

You knocked again, louder this time, rang the doorbell a few times. You were pacing. Waiting.

The man you loved.

At long last, the door opened. He was wearing some old sweatpants and a Thin Lizzy t-shirt. His glasses were a little lopsided on his nose. His hair in a man bun, your heart skipped a beat at the sight. But he didn’t look like you had woken him up, and you weren’t surprised. A true night owl, that one…

“Y/N? You’re alright? What happened? Are you hurt?”

“Hurt?” you asked back, blinking, trying to regulate your breathing.

And as you stared at him bathed in the warm light of his home, you wondered how you could have been so stupid, how it took you so long to realise that it was him you wanted. You had wanted him all along…

It had always been Andrew. You couldn’t fight the truth anymore, not now, not after staring into his hazel eyes and acknowledging how much you longed for him to hold you close. Ever since that first day when he was blushing, when he poured his tea over your desk, and the cute look of his embarrassment as he apologized, and the softness of his voice, the kindness of his gaze…

“Well… it’s midnight, why else would you be here? Are you hurt? Did something happen to you?”

Andrew raised a surprised eyebrow as he stared at you, silently waiting for a reply that wasn’t coming. But he must have noticed that you weren’t harmed after scanning your body with a long, insisting glance, because he visibly relaxed.

“Come in, Y/N. What’s going on?”

You had thought of a thousand ways to talk about this. Had prepared speeches, had weighed the words to be used. No declaration of love, it was too early for that, instead a mere acknowledgement of an attraction… a like instead of a love. Don’t scare him away. You’re all over the place, no need for that. Instead, an explanation, calm and composed, almost logical.

You’re handsome, I’ve felt attracted to you the second I entered our office. And we grew closer during our planning against our exes, until we became friends… but to be honest, I feel more than friendship for you. I like you. I don’t want Frank anymore, I want you.

But all those words disappeared, now that you were standing in front of him, in front of an expectant Andrew who was still silently inviting you in his home, with the most adorable puzzled expression you had ever seen.

Everything disappeared before him, and you were left with nothing but the truth on your tongue.

“I’m in love with you.”

Andrew’s eyes grew round, so round you wondered how it was physically possible for him to do that. His mouth fell open, eyebrows shooting up. Still, you didn’t back down… it was too late for that. Instead, you waited for him to speak.

It took him a moment to come back to Earth, you saw it in his eyes. The way they finally found their usual shape again, how he blinked, how he nervously pushed his glasses up on his nose.

“Come in, Y/N. Please,” he invited you again, voice deeper than usual but soft still, a mere whisper.

You finally obliged, stepped inside his home. You let him guide you to his living room, but none of you sat down on his comfortable couch.

Instead, he turned to you again, and stared for a long while.

“You… what did you just say?” he asked, blinking again, rubbing nervously at his cheek, and then at the back of his neck.

“I love you,” you repeated yourself, and you heard him gasp.

He let out a nervous giggle.

“Are you serious?” he asked, but you merely nodded.

“Deadly so, I’m afraid.”

“And… why… I thought you wanted Frank. This afternoon at the church, you still wanted Frank…”

“Not really… or… like… I wanted the life I had with him. I didn’t want to move on. I wasn’t ready to fall in love again. But you have a special talent for messing up all my plans.”

You gave him a tender smile.

“I just… I’m fucking terrified, Andy.”

You blinked tears away, but you didn’t back down. It was now or never, the moment to be at your most vulnerable. You took it as a test for yourself and for him. Being able to show him how fragile you were. Seeing how he would react, if he would use it against you or not.

“I’m… I’m really scared to love someone again, and then have them take everything from me. And with you… with you it feels even worse than with Frank. I’m so scared to get hurt again… I don’t want to love you. But I do. I do, and I tried to convince myself I didn’t, but I do. But what if you break my heart like Frank did…”

You were interrupted by Andrew’s arms wrapping around your frame, holding you tightly to his chest, his large palm coming up to cradle your head.

And you felt safe all over again. Safe, and calm, like nothing bad could happen in your life now.

You let your eyes close, held him tightly too.

“I won’t hurt you, Y/N,” he promised in a whisper that was breathed against your ear. “You’re safe with me. I won’t hurt you. I will never hurt you. I… I love you too much for that.”

You looked up at him, expected him to take it all back, the way Frank would have. But Andrew didn’t. Instead, he let his thumb brush across your cheek, stared into your eyes with so much tenderness you felt overwhelmed by it. And he smiled. He had tears in his eyes, but he smiled still.

“I love you,” you said the words again, but Andrew rose to the test you expected him to fail.

“I love you too, Y/N. I love you.”

His smile turned into a grin, and you felt yourself breathing again.

“Let’s ditch the wedding tomorrow,” you offered, and Andrew raised a surprised eyebrow. “Let’s just… not go there. I don’t want to go, you don’t want to go... Let’s leave those morons to be married and waste their chance at having someone as cool as us.”

He laughed at that, bright and happy and a little too hoarse because of emotions. He shook his head fondly at you.

“I wouldn’t call myself ‘cool’.”

“You’ve finished Breath of the Wild eight times, that’s a record if I’ve ever seen one.”

“That is the most loser detail about my life you could have picked…”

“I think it’s neat.”

“I think you’re out of your mind. But you’re pretty cool, still.”

“Thanks. After all, I can cut an apple in two perfectly even pieces.”

“If that isn’t cool, I don’t know what is.”

“My real talent.”

“Without a doubt.”

He let his fingers travel across your hair, pulled your face a little closer to his, and you didn’t resist.

“You’re right though… Frank has no idea what he lost when he left you. The fucker.”

You giggled at that, making him smile.

“Samantha is the real loser here. She could have had you…”

Andrew bent down the rest of the way, until his lips were pressed against yours, until he could kiss you the way he had dreamt every night for weeks… the way you longed for.

You weren’t sure how you had found yourself lying on Andrew’s bed, but you were.

Staring at the ceiling in silence. You had spent a long time talking about your feelings, about what you wanted, about how scared you both were about this. There was quite a lot of kissing involved, too, you had to admit.

You were tired, maybe that was why Andrew had asked you to stay for the night, so you wouldn’t drive back to your place. You were both lying together now, side by side over the covers, holding hands. His was so much bigger than yours…

“Are you asleep?” he asked, although your eyes were open.

“Yes.”

“Hmm… thought so.”

You felt the mattress dip as he shifted, turned to lay on his side. You felt him staring at you, it brought a smile to your lips, but you kept your own gaze on the ceiling.

“The sun is gonna rise soon,” he whispered.

You loved how deep his voice was, how softly he always spoke. Christ… it shifted things into your soul…

“We could watch the sunrise,” you offered with a soft smile.

“Or we could fall asleep.”

“Are you asleep?”

“Obviously, it’s just my mouth talking.”

He raised your hand to his lips, the one he was holding, kissed the back of it and made your heart flutter.

“I want to go on a date with you,” your words came out of the blue.

You felt him smile against your skin. He kept your hand enclosed in his, moved it to rest on his heart now. You could feel the steady beat under your fingers.

“I want that too,” he murmured.

“Are you free tomorrow night?”

He laughed, bright and happy.

“So eager you are! Why the sudden rush?”

“I just… I don’t know,” you admitted. “I just feel like… these feelings have been sitting there in my chest for a long time. Now that they’re finally coming out, I really want to express them. I… it’s a little overwhelming.”

He slowly nodded, humming along.

“I understand.”

He took in a long breath.

“What about next Saturday?”

“In a week?”

“Hmm… I need to get a few things ready.”

You raised a surprised eyebrow, finally shifting on your side as well to face him.

“Have you thought about this before tonight?”

He blushed, but didn’t back down, staring into your soul as he nodded.

“Often, actually,” he hummed. “I have a whole plan set up.”

“Really?”

“I want to do something special for you.”

You felt your heart melting at his words.

“Really?” you asked again, your voice weaker now.

“Yeah… next Saturday? What do you think?”

“Okay.”

You exchanged a tender smile, he raised his fingers to your cheek, caressed your skin there. Every fibre of your being was alit, burning, liquifying…

How could Sam ever want anything else but this?

You turned around in a sudden movement, one that took Andrew aback. You reached for your phone set on one of his bedside tables.

“What are you doing?” he asked with a frown.

You didn’t answer at first, merely typed the text you meant to send. You read it once but thought it was good enough, you barely changed a thing before showing your screen to Andrew.

His expression softened as he read it.

Hi Frank,

I’m sorry for leaving during the rehearsal, but I’ve decided it would be best if we stopped seeing each other. I will always cherish what we had, but we are now both moving on with our lives, and I would prefer for us not to remain friends. It seems best for former lovers like us to go our own ways now. I wish you and Sam the best, and a happy wedding.

“What do you think, Mr. Poet?”

“Not too bad, for a break-up text.”

“Break-up?”

“You’re ending a friendship, cutting ties.”

You huffed.

“Frank and I were never friends. Not just that, at least.”

Andrew hummed in agreement, before reaching for his own phone. He showed you his text as well, before sending it.

Hi, Sam,

I’ve thought about us for a long time, and I think we should let each other go. After everything that happened between us, remaining friends seems impossible. You have a new life now, and I hope I can build myself one of those with someone else, eventually. But I can’t imagine being able to move on if I still have to carry the weight of our past. I wish you the best, and I hope you understand that I am only doing what I think will allow me to find happiness again. I wish nothing but the deepest happiness for you and Frank. Farewell.

“What do you think, Pr. Y/L/N?”

“Not too bad, for a break-up text.”

“Think so too!”

“Do you think we should have waited till after the wedding?”

“No… I don’t want to go. Do you?”

“No, absolutely not.”

“I’ll block her number, she’ll try to talk me out of it.”

You nodded, blocked Frank’s number as well. You felt lighter, all of a sudden. When you deleted Frank’s contact, it was like a burden was lifted from your shoulders. You looked at Andrew putting his phone away, turning to you again, and for the first time in months, you felt truly happy, truly human, like you were exactly where you belonged.

You moved closer, and Andrew was happy to let you snuggle against him, holding you close.

“You’re alright?” he asked in a whisper.

“Yeah… I’m happy.”

You felt him smiling against your hair, before he kissed your head.

“I’m happy too, right now,” he mumbled, his lips still resting against you.

You felt tears rising, your heart growing and growing until it was filled with too much love to fit in your ribcage.

“Thank you, Andy.”

“For what?”

You closed your eyes, let Andrew’s warmth lull you to sleep.

“Everything.”

[catghoststories]

Frank, Eddie, and the Tell-Tale Heart

So, I know the main focus of this update was Poppy, which I was happy to see (though I'm not happy to see what happened to her).  I do have a theory cooking about her, Sally, and the Commedia Dell'arte, but Frank n' Eddie are my favorite pair, and I've been stewing over this particular theory since the July '23 update.  This tiny line from the Looky-Loo storybook is what cinched it for me.

Source: Merchandise Page, Looky-Loo Storybook

This line isn't read out loud, but we can see it at around the 9 minute in the video, above Eddie, looking so polite.  It reads,

"Villains!" I shrieked, "I can deny it no longer! I admit the deed!—tear up my flower bed!—here, here!—it is the ticking of my beloved alarm clock!"

This isn't the actual line from The Tell-Tale Heart.  The original line reads "Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed!—tear up the planks!—here, here!—it is the beating of his hideous heart!"

Source: The Tell-Tale Heart

The Tell-Tale Heart is about someone murdering their roommate, cutting him into pieces, and hiding the evidence under the floorboards of their house. 

And I think this is what Frank is going to do to Eddie, in an attempt to protect him in a perverse, misguided way.

This rewritten lines seems very specific to Frank and Eddie.  We know Frank loves his garden.  And who's the only character in the Neighborhood who owns a clock?  Eddie.

At the end of the Homewarming video, Frank sees how distressed Eddie is.  As many have theorized, Frank seems to be somewhat aware of what's happening, although we don't know to what extent.  But he sees that Eddie is now in the line of fire of The Powers That Be, and he becomes worried for him.  

I think Frank will dismantle Eddie and hide him in his garden until he deems it 'safe' for Eddie to come back, once the 'eyes' are off him.  (Kind of reminds me of the Eye of Sauron from Lord of the Rings).  An unintentional—or perhaps intentional—side effect of being dismantled and put back together, with new parts, is that Eddie doesn't remember things well. 

Including, possibly, his and Frank's relationship.

This goes along with the theme we've seen several times in WH now, including this new Halloween update.  The puppets unintentionally—yet seriously—harm their loved ones in order to protect them from something they deem far worse—whatever that may be.

As these posts by kykudos, oniongrass, and nikkiiiscute discuss, there is an image from one of the hidden bug clips of Frank's garden with 9 clothespins—one buried in the dirt.

Source: Welcome Home Hidden Audio ('til it's back on the official site :3)

And there's the references to burial in Bug-a-Bye and Goodnight, too.  This post by the-nosy-neighbor goes quite a lot into this song very well, especially how it might indicate Frank could put Eddie into a suspended state!

Source: Transcript Page, Bug-a-Bye and Goodnight

Now I have been thinking about this dismantling/reassembling thing for a long time, especially since the last Halloween update.  Eddie is one of the puppets with a new costume, and he is Frank(enstein)'s monster.  And he has a big yellow band-aid on the back—Frank's color.  If Eddie is taken apart, Frank will patch him up again.

Source: Clown's Tumblr

(Also, I'm curious about the blue hand and face in Eddie's costume design. That's Barnaby's color. Does Frank use Barnaby's spare parts to put Eddie back together?! 😳 Especially since I feel like Barnaby's time on Mister Bone's Wild Ride is fast approaching—but that's yet another post 😅)

But based on the Tell-Tale Heart line, Frank may have been the one to do the dismantling in the first place, which is quite dark.  Based on the below picture from the former staff member page—clearer image here from Clown's Tumblr—Frank may be aware they're puppets and made up of various parts.

Source: Welcome Home Wiki until it's back on the official site :3

There is also an intense piece on Clown's Ko-Fi here (please support Clown if you can!) that shows butterflies doing SOMETHING to Eddie. Are they putting him together? Or taking him apart to join them in their hibernation? 🤔

Frank also likes gelatin. As he tells Poppy in their hidden audio, 'it holds perfectly sliced fruit beautifully'.  Perfectly sliced, cut up fruit, eh?  Gelatin is a preservative that we also see in the cookbook recipe, and we all know Eddie has an unholy encounter with his single pea.  So yet another symbol of suspended animation that is related to Frank and Eddie.

Source: Merchandise Page, Cookbook

So it seems like Frank has some experience in preservation, hibernation, etc. and knows how to use it, if it comes to it.

The next big update will likely be spring-themed.  A long time ago, Clown posted that Frank has a holiday in spring. Of course this isn't canon until it's on the website, but either way, I think Frank will have an important role in the spring update, which I believe will also focus on Julie.  We may see him wake up Julie from hibernation...and Eddie from his dirt nap.  

Source: Clown's Tumblr

(I've been so curious about that shadow behind the flower.  At first I thought 'OMG, it's Eddie's hand!', but I don't think so. 😅 I dunno what it is, but it doesn't quite seem flower like to me...🤔)

This Ko-Fi post (again, please support Clown if you have the means!) was posted around Easter this year and had a bunny/Easter theme.  Clown says "What is there to say though... Well! We know what the next holiday is in our Home Sweet Home, I'd say."  A huge theme of Easter/Spring are Rebirth and Resurrection.

As this post by serene-hatterene so beautifully details, Frank may feel pressured to kiss Julie to wake her up to prove his heteronormativity.  Maybe to further protect Eddie, too, to prove they aren't a thing.  Seems like Julie's family may show up this update, too, and we know family can cause a lot of pressure for couples during holidays. 😬

My last item isn't that strong, but I have been thinking of since the July '23 update.  In Eddie's Big Lift, Frank says the following line:

Source: Transcript Page, Eddie's Big Lift

The tense of "You always did work too hard" always bothered me.  Why doesn't Frank just say, "You always work too hard!"  And Eddie doesn't seem to know what he's talking about. Frank sounds almost wistful here.  It's like he's talking about his ex—a former version of Eddie, pre-dismantling, perhaps?

(Also, 'Enjoy the ground, Mr. Dear'? Dude, if this theory is right, that line is even more screwed up than it already was. 😳)

Here is my order of how I feel these events actually happened:

Secret Bug Audios (Eddie and Frank flirting) -> 1st Halloween Audio (Eddie still seems like his chipper, knowledgeable self) -> Homewarming -> Springtime (and Eddie's Resurrection)? -> Eddie's Big Lift

Not quite sure where this last Halloween update lands, but I feel like it's later.  Eddie seems ignorant of the potential adverse effects The Brickening (TM) could have on Poppy.  I feel like he's been more sensitive to Poppy and others in the past (but maybe I'm wrong, I'm biased towards him, heh).  Perhaps after his Reconstruction, his memory has now been reset, and he has "fallen into line" with the other Neighbors and their weird, pile-onto-one-person ways.

Anyway, what do you all think? 😬😬 I do hope I'm wrong, since Frank is my favorite, and this would make me feel very differently about him. 😬😬😬 Please tell me your own WH theories, too! I find them so interesting!

[sleeepy-sim]

Is this where your do requests? 😭 I’m not too sure- but I was hoping you could do a Donnie Darko fic? Make it as nasty as you can! But I’m thinking about completely going away from the main plot of the movie and making Donnie a serial killer? Like obsessed with the reader too :)

I love this one!! AHHHHH!! Okay

CW: Creepy Donnie, stalker, kinda innocent reader? could be seen as both innocent and non, he's obsessed, mention of murder, somnophilia, home boy goes down on you, let me know if there is anything else.

Might make into a part two. Also something is going on with my requests, let me fix it guys

Donnie Darko has known you since you two were kids. With growing up together, being neighbors, and somehow always being in the same classes - it was bound for you two to be best friends. 

Though, Donnie seems to know more about you then you know about him. For, you don’t know he sneaks in your room, you don’t know he enjoys watching you, you don’t know he kills little immature boys who think they have a chance.

You think Donnie is your sweet, sarcastic, funny best friend. Which, he is - duh. But as people say, ‘it's not always what meets the eye.’ For he enjoys nothing - unless you touched, breathed around it or liked it.

Donnie Darko’s world revolves around you. He eats, he thinks of you. He watches TV, he thinks of you. He showers, he definitely thinks of you. What does he think of you? Oh, he wrote about it, about how tight your sweet cunt would be. About how sweet you would taste. He’s already gotten a little taste from your sweet little painties he took - that's not enough. 

He also paints you. He’s seen you, don’t be fooled. He’s seen you strip naked, he’s seen you touch yourself. When his therapist asked if he “still thinks about girls a lot?” He couldn’t help but put his hands in his pants, just thinking about you.

He could tell when his obsession with you went deeper than it has ever been. He could feel you in his bones, his blood stream. He would do anything for you. He would has killed for you. If you ask for it, done. If not, just sit back, Donnie will take care of his girl. 

Tonight was an amazing night for Donnie. Tonight, he was killing a little boy who had been taking your attention away from him. All’s fair in the game of love, yes? 

He waited for this Devin, to come out of his house, waiting right outside his door, behind something of course he’s not dumb. Donnie adjusted his mask, licking his lips as he heard this scumbags footsteps. 

As Devin came outside, turning around to lock his door. Donnie pounced, wrapping his arm around his neck, shoving the cloth full of drugs into the guy's face.

. . . 

He came over, knocking on your window, a fake sad expression on his face. He told you ‘Frank wouldn’t leave him alone.’ Of course you being you, felt bad and let him, saying he could stay the night. 

Donnie sighs, a big grin on his face. He had just got done disposing of that littler vermin, but that wasn’t the best part of his night, no. The best part was here he was, laying in your bed, while you wear your night clothes.

He swallowed thickly as you laid your head down on his chest, your arm wrapped around his side. He could smell your hair, your perfume. He smiled down at you, shifting his hips as he tried to relieve the pressure of his aching cock. 

Donnie sighs, a big grin on his face. He had just got done disposing of that littler vermin, but that wasn’t the best part of his night, no. The best part was here he was, laying in your bed, while you wear your night clothes.

He layed in your bed for a while, just watching you as you did your own little things, such as get ready for bed, clean up your area and give him that sweet little smile. After a little bit of watching you he had to get under your covers to cover up his raging boner.

He could see your nipples poking through your top - he could see the roundness of your ass, the jiggle it made everytime you moved - free from your underwear. He wanted to groan as he could almost see the ripples your ass would make as he would pound you from behind.

Finally, after doing your little ‘chores’ you climbed into bed, right next to him. He soaked in your warmness, your smell, he could almost taste you on his tongue - once more. See, with the things of being best friends for so long, you trusted him no matter what.

He says this pill will help you not have any nightmares, already took it. He said it's okay for best friends to kiss on the lips, your swollen pouty lips were enough for him to jack off later. Going back to the pill, you had confined in him about your nightmares. He felt so bad for his little bunny, he just had to help you.

That night after you took it and he went home - which meant he hid outside your window. He crept back in the house, his nerves on fire. His dick harder than a rock as he pulled your covers off you, as if peeling a wrapper of his little present. He groaned before taking a deep breath and opening your legs, your nightgown sliding down your legs and pooling at your hips, your pussy right there for him to take, to ravish. He leaned forward, his tongue slowly creeping out to lick your pussy. It was his first time, he wanted to go slow - but with it being you he wanted you in him, around him and wrapped around him.

He should feel bad, preying on his innocent friend, who thought of nothing of his endeavors. That all went out the window as soon as he saw you.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

sugar & spice 101

an intro to the au

here is a comprehensive little breakdown of this AU and its main characters.

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Y/n Y/l/n

student at whitlock college | history major

camgirl (later pornstar), under the name Cherry Blossom (UrLittleCherry)

lives in a house off campus with roommates: Steve, Bucky and Curtis

last song listened to on spotify: my hair by Ariana Grande

Steve Rogers

student at whitlock college | fine arts major | on a football scholarship | whitlock college football team

lives in a house off campus with roommates: Y/n, Bucky and Curtis

one of Y/n's friends with benefits

username in Y/n's chat: Like1OfUrFrenchGrls

last song listened to on spotify: little green by Joni Mitchell

James 'Bucky' Barnes

student at whitlock college | sociology major | whitlock college football team

lives in a house off campus with roommates: Steve, Y/n and Curtis

one of Y/n's friends with benefits

username in Y/n's chat: WinterIsCumming

last song listened to on spotify: make out in my car by Sufjan Stevens

Curtis Everett

student at whitlock college | psychology major

lives in a house off campus with roommates: Steve, Bucky and Y/n

one of Y/n's friends with benefits

username in Y/n's chat: Yours4Everett

last song listened to on spotify: crimson and clover by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts

Hugh Ransom Drysdale

student at whitlock college | business major | member of delta phi | whitlock college football team

Y/n's ex-boyfriend

username in Y/n's chat: TittyCokeKingXXX

last song listened to on spotify: mount everest by Labrinth

Ari Levinson

pornstar, but doesn't change his name

username in Y/n's chat: Ari_Lev_Official

real life pornstar doppelgängers just for the vibes: James Deen or Small Hands

last song listened to on spotify: man in the long black coat by Bob Dylan, cover by The Proper Way and Carrie Myers

Nick Fowler

pornstar, under the name Nicky Night

username in Y/n's chat: NickyNight

real life pornstar doppelgängers just for the vibes: Manuel Ferrara or Mickey Mod

last song listened to on spotify: supermodel by Måneskin

Lloyd Hansen

pornstar, under the name Lloyd™

username in Y/n's chat: MrHansen

real life pornstar doppelgängers just for the vibes: Xander Corvus or Johnny Sins

last song listened to on spotify: sweetest pie by Megan Thee Stallion and Dua Lipa

Lee Bodecker

pornstar, under the name Lee Longly

username in Y/n's chat: SurferShlong

real life pornstar doppelgängers just for the vibes: Tommy Pistol or Charles Dera

last song listened to on spotify: love grows (where my rosemary goes) by Edison Lighthouse

Andy Barber

divorced dilf

next door neighbour to Y/n, Steve, Bucky and Curtis

username in Y/n's chat: A_B_Cunt_Destroyer

last song listened to on spotify: sweet by Cigarettes After Sex

list of porn studios we'll bump into in this au:

Stark Sins (ceo: Tony Stark. vibe similar to pure taboo or missax)

Romanoff Productions (ceo: Natasha Romanoff. vibe similar to kink or new sensations)

Scarlet Films (ceo: Wanda Maximoff. vibe similar to bellesa or deeper)

Comet Pictures (ceo: Carol Danvers. vibe similar to erika lust or adult time)

Smash Studios (ceo: Bruce Banner. vibe similar to brazzers or bangbros)

other regulars who follow Y/n:

Cream314159 (Frank Adler)

TearinYoBootyUp (Jake Jensen)

DrownByPussy (Cole Turner)

Cum4Ride (Johnny Storm)

Ddadddy6969

KlassyKinky

8inchStallion 

Call_Me_Sir_844

BootyLover47

BongDong420

DirtyTommy69

KyleKyleson (....yes that is a sims joke)

Carl123456

Bby_Grls_Dom

NastyBoi

ItsBradBtch

729AlwaysHard

TheFrogo

UrPervyDaddy398

© 2024 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[hometoursandotherstuff]

A buyer just closed on this cool 1968 house in Belleville, IL and they got a good deal. It needs a little TLC, but it has unusual architecture, 1bd, 1ba, but I think it has room for expansion, and it was only $200K. It's way better than paying rent on a 1bd. apt. and having nothing, right?

Drive right up to the front door and park. Very convenient.

Not only do I love it b/c it's pink, but look at the entrance hall. Looks like a little castle, doesn't it? A little pink castle. I love it.

Right off the entrance is the bath and it has a walk-in tub, which are not cheap. So, this is the only bath. Not bad.

Love this. Kind of an Alice in Wonderland vibe. They left the clock and other pieces of furniture, as well.

The entrances to this home would make me feel like a queen.

Now, I told you that it was unusual. This is the bedroom. I'm trying to figure out what this building could've been before. This is a built-in seat.

It has a partially finished basement, so those are the stairs.

And, the bed goes here by the headboard attached to the wall.

I really can't figure out what this room is, w/the small sink, but I like it.

Beautiful room. This could definitely be a primary bedroom.

This could be a an extended part of that bedroom. Or, it can be eliminated altogether and just make it a hallway w/the stairs to the basement, making this the primary bd.

This elegant room is clearly the living room. The floors are terrazzo.

This home is big, there's so much you can do with it. We're in the lower level. It even has a fireplace. This home can be so pretty, and they left the armoire.

The kitchen is small, industrial, and doesn't have a stove, but they did leave the fridge and a very nice butcher block. So, the kitchen needs some work.

They left a washer and dryer in the unfinished part. The floor is a nice river rock.

For $200K this home is so worth it. Look at the gorgeous grounds.

Isn't this beautiful?

There's a table under here. And so many cement sculptures come with the property. It has a total of 5.49 acres that you can build on.

That's not all- there's also a cottage on the property.

It needs some work, but it can definitely be a rental. It's big and looks like it has 2 bds.

Here, you can see the main house and the cottage on the bottom. Gorgeous property and it fronts the Frank Scott Parkway. What a steal!

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/348-Avery-Hl-Belleville-IL-62223/112796405_zpid/