#interactive panorama

[digimoninteractions]

[ID: A panoramic screenshot from Digimon Adventure Zero Two episode 35 showing Iori, Takeru, Miyako, Hikari, Daisuke, and Ken outside Odaiba Elementary, all holding their partners and looking down at them in thought. The digimon's forms are: Upamon, Patamon, Pururumon, Plotmon, Chicomon, and Leafmon. End ID]

[heinzzysset]

Die ultimative HD City Skyline Meine letzte panorama Show hat mich nicht richtig überzeugt. Obwohl die Auflösung gut war kamen die Gebäude nicht gut und waren fehlerhaft. Für mich Grund genug nochmal neu anzufangen und eine neue attraktive Skyline schaffen. Hier nun das Ergebnis meiner neuen City Skyline in HD Qualität. Zum betrachten ladet ihr das Zipfile herunter, entpackt es und startet im Ordner SkylineFHD jeweils eine der HTML Dateien. Die Show läuft auf jedem Browser mit JavaScript, sowohl auf Windows, Mac und Linux Computer. Viel Spass Euer Heinz7777 🤓

Direktlink: https://www.deviantart.com/heinz7777/art/The-Ultimate-HD-City-Skyline-1040140473

[miyamoratsumuu]

CASE: SOLVED!

⌕ you want us to solve what?!

⌕ a k.bakugou, s.todoroki, i.imidoriya (seperately) x reader interactive smau series

⌕ she needed a new start, and japan's hero commision needed the world's best of the best private investigator. now that y/n l/n was asked to be stationed in japan, she'll be working side by side with the country's top three heroes to uncover a stalker's disguise. will they be able to find a solution for the case? and along the way, maybe a solution for her broken heart too.

⌕ pro hero!au, big three x reader, strangers (?) to co workers to lovers (?), swearing/language, fem!reader (reader is referred to with she/her pronouns), stalker activity, maybe ooc izuku I'm sorry</3

⌕ status: coming soon!

(☏) for chapters with written portions

⌕ frans' 1k special! readers will be able to decide the fate of characters involved in the series! who'll work with who, who'll make moves on the reader first, who'll go on dates with who? you get to decide!

CATCH THE SUSPECT! uquiz

TEASER, INTRODUCTIONS, CHAPTERS coming soon<3

© miyamoratsumuu 2024 please do not edit, translate, or repost onto any other platform

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⌕ the series and whole concept of this is inspired by Panorama!!!, an Interactive Haikyuu SMAU series by the loveliest herself, @zumicho !! it's an amazing series. make sure to check it out along with ree's other works!!

AND TO ALL MY AMAZING MHA MOOTIES THAT MADE THIS POSSIBLE AAAAH TY ALL AND ILY ALL SM!!!! you guys won't believe the amount of times you inspired me to do more and do better, and I couldn't be more grateful 🙇🏻‍♀️

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and ofc to my other moots too that I wasn't able to tag (it's either I'm shy or I'm shy 😞) I can't forget about you guys ofc!! all of your support means so much to me, words can't express how grateful I really am<3 LIKE REE AND NESS AND WYR AND YEN (imy yen) you guys were the no. 1 people I always looked up to, truly ILY!!

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[doormatty3]

Pushing Further (Josh Lambert x Reader)

Masterlist Ao3

Summary:

[Josh Lambert x Female Reader] [Josh Lambert x You] There is nothing more stressful than moving day - the campus is packed with freshmen and their parents. And you just want some peace and quiet. However, amidst the tumult, a tall, broad, and handsome man grabs your attention that is until he sends you sprawling to the floor. Annoyed you go on with your life and meet Dalton who you soon befriend. When you find out that the stranger is his father - you're doomed. Josh Lambert is everything you want in a man but there are reasons why you should not give in: He's almost two decades your senior, divorced and most importantly your friend's dad So you go out of your way to avoid him and walk the tightrope between attraction and avoidance. That doesn't make him any less hot though - even more when you discover that the attraction is mutual. OR: And they were friends - except you fucked his dad.

Wordcount: 7,134

Warnings: 18+, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding, semi-public sex, vaginal sex, smut, dirty talk, older man/ younger woman, daddy issues

A/N: There is a criminally small amount of Josh Lambert ffs, so I decided to change that

ALSO: Insidious 5 plot (Josh Lambert) >>>>

You hate move-in day. 

The college campus swirls with a kaleidoscope of emotions. Freshmen, wide-eyed and eager, navigate through the labyrinth of unfamiliar buildings, their parents hovering nearby, taking in the scenery, a mix of pride and reluctance in their gaze as they prepare to part with their newly-minted scholars.

The sun bathes the bustling scene in its warm rays, transforming the campus into a vibrant panorama. The old grey stone building looms tall and resolute against the canvas of the sky. It wears the patina of years with a dignified charm, its weathered facade a testament to the countless stories etched into its walls.

As you observe this annual rite of passage, a sense of nostalgia mingles with a tinge of wistfulness. Your own move-in day, with its mix of excitement and trepidation, feels like a distant reverie. Now a senior, the campus teeming with eager newcomers stirs conflicting emotions. The excitement and youthful energy are heartening, yet the multitude of people and the bustling activity feel almost too much, too overwhelming.

You sit at a secluded spot beneath the sprawling canopy of one of the many trees that grace the campus. From this vantage point, you observe the ebb and flow of people, hesitant to venture into the dorms that will surely be crowded.

The leaves above gently rustle in the breeze as you sit, absorbing the sights and sounds of the day. 

Your attention is drawn to a cluster of fellow students distributing flyers, unmistakably advertising a fraternity event that you have never attended and will never attend - the frat boys just creep you out. Self-assured and arrogant has never been your type to hang out with.

However, amidst the lively scene, your gaze lingers on a lanky young man strolling by, seemingly impervious to the flyers being thrust into the hands of passersby. 

Artist, you think. Everything about him just extrudes an artistic flair and you’re sure that your assumption would be right if you were to ask him.

You watch him stride away from the frat boys and you can’t help but think that he made a good choice by not interacting with them.

Your attention shifts from the bustling crowd to the presence of a man making his way down the path. Intrigued, you furrow your brow, momentarily curious about whose father he is. Your eyes linger on him, drawn by a magnetic quality.

As he walks, you find it hard not to notice his striking appearance. Despite the rough edges, there’s a rugged handsomeness about him. He is tall, with broad shoulders and his short, wispy light brown hair catches the sunlight, adding a subtle sparkle to his presence. A scruffy stubble grazes his face, enhancing that rugged charm.

Your gaze can’t help but follow the flex of his muscles as he carries a considerable amount of stuff for his child. The hot summer day is a blessing, you think, since it prompted him to don a tight polo shirt and shorts. You silently appreciate the view - the way his biceps and triceps tense with each step, and the way the shirt accentuates the breadth of his shoulders and chest.

Silently observing, you witness him engaging in conversation with the fraternity members, taking one of their flyers, presumably for his child. You can see him being a frat boy in his younger years - he certainly has the looks. 

As he walks away, the flyer securely in his grasp, your eyes remain fixed on him. The contrast between his mature, composed stature and the frat boys is striking. His steps are deliberate, and everything about his presence seems secure and strong.

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips as you watch him and you’re somewhat surprised - even if also glad - that he doesn’t acknowledge your burning gaze since you’re practically undressing him.

Part of you hopes that you’ll see him more often on the campus and that that won’t be the last time your paths cross - maybe you’ll be able to strike up a conversation with him.

Your gaze lingers in the direction where the broad man disappeared and you find yourself momentarily lost. The vibrant energy of those who come after him seems to pale in comparison, they fail to capture your interest and it begins to feel boring.

With a sigh, you stretch your limbs, the pull of your muscles urging you to stand up. The prospect of a quieter atmosphere within the dorms becomes increasingly tempting, and hope that the flow of people there will have dulled. 

_____

Rounding the corner and approaching your dorm, you eagerly open the door, hoping for a reprieve from the bustling crowds. However, your optimism is quickly diminished as you find the space still densely packed with a mix of eager freshmen, parents, and the occasional irritated senior, annoyed at the number of people - a hive of activity and a melting pot of an array of voices.

Undeterred, you press forward, determined to make your way to your room despite the persistent throng. 

Navigating through the diverse sea of faces you make your way down the corridor. The air is charged with a blend of anticipation, familial warmth, and a touch of exasperation from those who had hoped for a quieter return to their familiar living spaces.

The sounds of conversations, laughter, and occasional sighs create a lively symphony that fills the air, providing a vivid backdrop to the varied emotions playing out in the cramped dormitory corridor. 

Turning another corner, your curiosity is piqued, and you slow your pace to observe the activity around you. As you walk past a series of doors, your attention is drawn to the scenes unfolding in each room - freshmen unpacking with enthusiasm and parents offering last-minute advice.

Lost in this observational moment, you’re caught off guard as someone collides with you, sending you sprawling to the floor suddenly. A breath escapes you and you blink disoriented.

In the abrupt stillness that follows, you glance up to see the source of the collision, and to your surprise, it’s the handsome man from earlier. In the fleeting seconds your eyes lock, and you notice the striking shade of blue in his gaze and the sadness that seems to emanate from him.

Rather than offering a hand to help you up, he mumbles a quick apology and resumes his stride without missing a beat. A sense of frustration flares within you - as handsome as he is, his manners are clearly lacking.

Arsehole, you think as. you gather yourself from the floor with a shake of your head.

The brief encounter leaves you with a mix of bewilderment and a lingering sense of irritation as you make your way to your room.

______

Professor Armagan’s voice reverberates through the expansive art studio, commanding the attention of her assembled freshman class as she introduces you. 

“Today, I want you to meet one of our seniors—she’s really gifted, and it’s important to me that you get to know more students of mine,“ she declares, her enthusiasm evident in the cadence of her words.

You raise your hand in acknowledgement, a subtle greeting to the newcomers, and take a moment to let your eyes wander across the room. The art studio, a sanctuary of creativity, is filled with eager faces, each potentially harbouring a unique artistic voice.

As your gaze travels through the room, you spot the lanky boy from the first day. 

Ha, I knew it, a quiet sense of validation washes over you - your intuition about him being an artist appears spot-on and judging by the strokes on his canvas, a talented one at that.

The lesson unfolds with a straightforward tempo, and your role is mainly confined to sharing insights about the college and providing a glimpse into how art functions in Professor Armagan’s class. The information is delivered efficiently, and you find yourself relieved as the session concludes.

“Hi, I’m Dalton,“ the lanky boy strides up to you, extending a hand in greeting.

You reciprocate with a friendly smile, taking his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Dalton,“ 

As your eyes fall upon Dalton’s pencil drawing, you can’t help but offer a genuine compliment. “Wow, this is really good. You’ve got some serious talent,“ you remark, appreciating the skill evident in his work.

Dalton’s face lights up with a grateful smile. “Thanks, I appreciate that,“ he replies, the sincerity in his tone confirming your initial impression of him as a genuinely nice individual, and you find yourself thinking that Dalton is the kind of person you could see yourself being friends with. 

“You have to work on your disguise though - I could tell from a mile away that you chose the art program and was just wondering whether you made it to her class,“ with a playful grin, you jest to Dalton.

Dalton chuckles at your remark, and there’s a warmth in his response, “Yeah, I guess it’s pretty obvious, huh? Can’t hide the artist in me, I suppose.“

As you both exit the art studio together, the door softly closes behind you, the ambient sounds of the campus filling the air. The sunlight casts a warm glow over the pathway as you begin to make your way through the bustling campus, the occasional laughter and conversations of students blending into the lively background.

Turning to Dalton, you initiate a conversation about his college experience so far. 

“So, how are you finding college so far? How’s it treating you?“ you inquire, a casual smile accompanying your words.

Dalton reflects, “It’s been an interesting ride. Meeting new people, navigating through classes, and, of course, diving into the art program. It’s everything I hoped for, honestly.“

The two of you continue to stroll, the campus unfolds around you. 

Dalton shares more about his classes and the artistic projects he’s eager to explore, and you reciprocate with your own anecdotes.

Continuing your conversation, you find a natural segue to inquire about Dalton’s residence on campus. “By the way, which dorm are you in?“ you ask curiously with a casual tone.

Dalton smiles, “Oh, I’m in the last one down the path. How about you?“

As he reveals his dormitory, you can’t help but feel a spark of excitement. “No way! Me too,“ you respond, a genuine grin spreading across your face.

Dalton’s eyes light up with joy, and you pick up on the enthusiasm that suggests he might not have a large circle of friends. 

He suggests, “We should totally hang out sometime. And you’ve got to meet my roommate, Chris – she’s really cool.“

You quirk an eyebrow and playfully tease Dalton, “Rooming with a girl, huh? The administration must have a wild sense of humour.“

Dalton chuckles, “Yeah, it was a bit of a surprise for both of us. Chris is fine, though. We make it work.“

You share a laugh, the notion of unexpected room assignments becoming a shared source of amusement. “Well, I’m definitely looking forward to meeting this mysterious Chris. Maybe the three of us could grab a coffee or something,“ you suggest, already envisioning potential hangout sessions.

Dalton’s eyes light up with genuine enthusiasm. “That sounds awesome! Chris will love it. She’s been itching to make some new friends around here.“

“How about this? There’s this amazing little coffee shop I’ve been a regular at since my first year here. It’s got this cosy vibe, and I think you and Chris would really enjoy it,“ you suggest, your enthusiasm echoing through your words.

Dalton’s eyes light up even more, his excitement matching yours. “That sounds awesome! I’m in, and I’m sure Chris will love it too.“

As you and Dalton walk through the dormitory halls, he suddenly comes to a stop and points to a door. “This is my room,“ he says with an appreciative smile, gratitude evident in his eyes.

You return the smile and quip, “Well, look at that! I guess I’ve been on the unofficial welcome committee. My room’s just further down the hall.“

Dalton laughs, appreciating the light-hearted exchange. “Thanks for walking with me. Do you wanna stop by tomorrow? I’d introduce you to Chris and we can get that coffee?“

“Absolutely, sounds like a plan,“ you respond. “See you tomorrow, dude,“ you add with a nod and a parting wave, continuing down the hall to your own room.

_____

The next day, you make your way to Dalton and Chris’s room, thankful to do something today. The familiar dormitory halls lead you to their door, and you give a light knock before it swings open.

Dalton greets you with a welcoming smile. “Hey! Glad you could make it. This is Chris,“ he introduces, gesturing towards a short, black girl with braided hair, vibrant clothes, and a warm smile.

“Nice to meet you! Dalton’s mentioned you,“ Chris says and extends her hand, you grab it and shake it.

Upon entering the room, your eyes are immediately drawn to Dalton’s paintings adorning the walls. “These are really nice,“ you remark, genuinely appreciating the artistic talent displayed.

Dalton beams with gratitude. “Thanks,“ he responds, a hint of pride in his voice.

As the three of you settle into conversation, you decide to delve into a bit of small talk. “So, Chris, do you also major in art?“ you inquire, curious about her academic pursuits.

Chris chuckles, her demeanour warm and friendly. “Nope, not at all. I’m actually a math major. Total left brain-right brain dynamic we’ve got going on here,“ she says with a playful twinkle in her eye.

As the conversation flows, a sudden knock interrupts the camaraderie. Chris and Dalton exchange confused glances, both wearing expressions of mild bewilderment. “Were you expecting someone?“ Chris asks, looking at Dalton.

Dalton shakes his head, equally puzzled. “No, I have no idea. Were you?“

“Nah,“ Chris mirrors the headshake.

The room falls into a brief silence as Dalton opens the door, revealing a man standing on the threshold. Dalton’s confusion is palpable as he utters, “Dad?“

A breath hitches in your throat as recognition sets in. It’s him - the handsome man from your first day, the same person who unintentionally sent you sprawling to the floor and didn’t have the decency to help you up. The lingering ache in your hip serves as a constant reminder of that memorable encounter.

“Hey. Sorry for the surprise visit. I was in the area and thought I’d drop by and talk to Dalton,“ he says, his eyes widening a bit as they lock onto yours. Recognition flickers across his face. “I’m Josh, by the way.“

Holding his gaze, you find yourself momentarily captivated, drinking in the details like a starved soul. His blue eyes, once a passing detail, now reveal a depth that draws you in. The slight curl of his hair at the nape of his neck and around his ears adds a touch of casual charm, accentuated by the scruff of his beard that now appears more prominent. Your gaze appreciatively lingers on the nuances, savouring the details.

Your appreciative gaze shifts downward, taking in the way his dark blue, tight dress jacket with rolled-up sleeves complements the form-fitting light blue t-shirt beneath. The fabric spans deliciously over his broad shoulders, chest, and the little tummy he has, accentuating his physique effortlessly. It makes you want to be under him, your bodies pressed together while he thrusts inside you, holding you tightly with his strong body - you’re sure that he’s soft in just the right places while being muscular and powerful.

The spell of fascination is abruptly broken as Chris, standing next to you, coughs purposefully to snap you out of your trance. The sudden interruption startles both you and Josh and you tear your eyes away from him. 

You can’t shake the feeling that the attraction is not one-sided. Josh’s lingering gaze and the subtle shift in his expression suggest that he, too, was captivated.

The realization that the attraction might be mutual, even in this unexpected and somewhat inappropriate context, leaves a tinge of discomfort. Josh is not just a stranger; he’s Dalton’s dad, Dalton who is your friend. You silently hope that Dalton didn’t pick up on it. 

Meeting Dalton’s gaze, you instantly sense that hope is futile - his raised eyebrow speaks volumes,

Josh clears his throat and his tongue darts out to wet his lips, your eyes involuntarily follow the movement, captivated by the subtle gestures. 

For a brief moment, you indulge in the thought of his lips on yours, and his tongue on you. You wonder, if the stubble would scratch you, leaving marks on your skin so you could remember and feel him days later.

“Well, I should get going—I didn’t want to interrupt you,“ Josh says, directing his gaze at you again. “It was nice to meet you.“

As Josh offers a tight-lipped smile and exits the room. Once he’s gone, both Dalton and Chris turn their attention toward you.

“What was that?“ Chris’s inquiry comes with a hint of humour.

“Could you not undress him with your eyes next time - he’s my dad,“ Dalton says to you and you feel your cheeks heating up.

“I’m sorry, man,“ you mumble, a tinge of embarrassment colouring your words, “It isn’t my fault he’s hot.“

_____

The next time you encounter him, you’re on your way to your dorm as Josh is just leaving.

“Hey, Josh,“ you greet him with a bright smile.

He responds with a big, bright, and goofy grin etched on his handsome face. You can’t help but think that he looks good when he smiles. 

“Hey, it’s nice to see you again,“ he greets you, his eyes sweeping over your form, lingering longer on the neckline of your tight shirt than is appropriate. 

“I’m sorry for running you over when he first met,“ he starts, scratching over the hair on the back of his head, “ Or at least just walking away and not helping you up again.“

You reach out to place a reassuring hand on the skin of his arm. Intending for it to be a featherlight, brief touch, as soon as your fingertips trace over his arm, it feels like electricity is being passed through you. 

Josh, in response to the touch, swallows heavily, his Adam’s apple bobbing in a visible display of tension. Instead of pulling away, he surprises both of you by taking your hand in his. Intertwining your fingers, he begins to rub soothing circles over the back of your hand with his thumb.

You notice the size of his hands—big and fitting for a man of his stature.

At that moment, it feels as though time stands still. Both of you just stand there, locked in a gaze, drinking in each other’s presence. 

As he moves a bit closer, you become acutely aware of him, and his scent engulfs you like a private cocoon. It’s uniquely him - a blend of cologne and something inherently Josh. The cologne carries a woody fragrance, specifically dry wood, with nuanced undertones of sandalwood and amber.

The sun casts shadows on his face and accentuates the contours of his features. You observe that the short beard framing his face is threaded with salt-and-pepper hair. The interplay of light and shadows makes him more than just attractive—it renders him captivating. 

His blue eyes, sparkling in the sunlight, reveal a depth that draws you in. They are akin to fire in water, reflecting a passionate intensity that burns within the warm sun-lit undercurrents of his gaze. 

The healthy shine of his hair catches your attention, and you can’t help but notice the vibrancy it adds to his overall appearance. Your fingers itch to push the wayward locks behind his ear again, to feel if it is as soft as it looks.

The enchanting moment is abruptly shattered as someone carelessly bumps into you, jolting you out of the reverie. In the sudden disturbance, Josh releases your hand.

“I-,“ he clears his throat, the remnants of the charged moment still lingering, “should get going.“

There’s a palpable pause, a shared awareness of the disrupted connection. At that moment, you sense that he, too, is affected by the sudden intrusion into the private bubble you unintentionally created. The unspoken understanding between you deepens, and as he looks at you with an intensity that mirrors your own feelings, you find yourself nodding in agreement.

As Josh begins to move away, you’re left standing there, your gaze fixed on him. Your eyes trail along his departing figure, captivated by the sight of his muscular back.

_____

The inappropriate thoughts about Josh weigh heavily on your conscience, creating a turbulent storm of emotions within you that refuses to settle.  Part of you acknowledges the relief of not having seen him in quite some time, while another part feels a twinge of sadness - There’s an undeniable sense of loss or longing; you want to see him again. 

But you cherish your friendship with Dalton and don’t want to jeopardise it. It feels like you walk on a tightrope between desire and loyalty, especially because you’re fairly certain that this perpetual tension will snap at some point. So you find yourself consciously avoiding Dalton and Chris’s room. The fear of running into his handsome father fuels you, in particular, because he seems to make frequent visits - and the question lingers in the front of your mind: does he purposefully stop by so often, driven by a desire to see you?

Your gaze drifts around your dorm room, and you spot a sketchbook that isn’t yours. A moment of realization hits you like a sudden jolt—shit, that’s Dalton’s. He’s forgotten it again.

With the certainty that both Dalton and Chris are currently in class, you entertain the idea of stopping by to return the forgotten sketchbook. The timing seems opportune—no risk of encountering them, and by extension, no chance of a surprise visit from Josh, Dalton’s father.

The thought forms a plan in your mind, and you decide to seize the moment. The dormitory halls echo with quiet solitude as you make your way to Dalton and Chris’s room.

The door swings open, and to your surprise, the room isn’t as empty as you expected. There, standing in the middle of the room is Josh,

Time seems to slow as you lock eyes with him, and an involuntary thought escapes your mind— Jesus, your memories really didn’t do his handsomeness justice.

You find yourself taking in the details—the way the room frames him, the play of light accentuating the contours of his features, and the way his presence seems to fill the space.

All the subtle nuances of his appearance, from the slightly tousled hair to the hint of scruff on his jaw, draw your attention. His blue eyes, usually a captivating shade, seem to shine darker than normal, adding a layer of intensity to the moment.

“I didn’t expect you here,“ the words escape your mouth, almost breathlessly, and you curse the involuntary reaction you have to Josh.

Instead of responding immediately, he looks you over, his gaze lingering on your form. Then, he opens his mouth and says, “You’ve been avoiding me.“ 

It’s not a question; it’s a statement, and it holds a truth you can’t deny. You have been avoiding him, but it’s more about not trusting yourself in his presence than anything else.

As you remain silent, Josh takes a step closer, closing the distance between you. His hand lands on the wood of the door, near your head, applying gentle pressure. The muscles in his chest and arms tense as he leans against the door, closing it with a quiet click. 

Instead of moving away, he keeps standing there, effectively boxing you in between the door and his body.

He maintains an unbroken gaze on you, his eyes locked onto yours. The close proximity allows you to observe the intricate details of his eyes. They are not uniformly blue; instead, there’s a fascinating interplay of shades. A ring of light blue delicately encircles the pupil, creating a mesmerizing gradient with the darker blue that surrounds it. The hues blend seamlessly, forming a captivating dance of colours within the confines of his gaze.

The fragile silence hangs in the air, and a subtle fear lingers—fear that any spoken word or sudden movement might shatter the enchanting spell woven between you and Josh. In the cocoon of quietude, you choose to remain still, each heartbeat echoing in the confined space, cautious not to disrupt the delicate equilibrium of the moment. 

You can’t help but feel lazy arousal starting to pool through your veins, fueled by Josh.

“Tell me to stop,“ Josh speaks, his words almost a whisper, “tell me to walk away.“

The quiet plea hangs in the air, revealing the internal struggle he faces. He’s your friend’s dad, divorced, and almost two decades your senior—valid reasons to resist the magnetic pull drawing you both in. Yet, in this charged moment, those rational arguments seem to lose their significance in the haze of him that clouds your thoughts. 

Your eyes flicker to his lips, and as quietly as he had spoken, you finally respond, “Kiss me.“

And so he does. 

Josh’s lips descend to yours, capturing you in a kiss that feels both urgent and consuming. His warm hand gently cups your cheek, adding a tender touch to the intensity of the moment. It’s a kiss that feels like an act of hunger as if he’s been starved and you are the only remedy to satiate it.

Your hands find their way to his strong shoulders, instinctively pulling him closer as you reciprocate the kiss. The texture of his lips against yours becomes a tactile language, each brush and press conveying a depth of emotion words might fall short of capturing. You feel his stubble scrape over your skin. The taste of his kiss is a fusion of want and need, a shared desire that resonates between you, eclipsing any reservations that linger in the back of your mind. 

Josh breaks the kiss, and both of you are left breathless. “Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,“ he confesses, his voice laden with a mixture of desire and relief.

He starts leaving open-mouthed kisses along your jawline, and you laugh quietly in response. “Well, I have an idea,“ you playfully remark and reminisce of when you first met him - you wanted to do that since then. 

“Yeah, tell me,“ Josh smiles, his hand finding its way into your hair, tightening its grip. He is looking directly into your eyes smouldering blue burning into you as he leans down to bite into your bottom lip lightly.

“Josh,“ was all you managed to say in a breathy voice.

His lips move to your jaw, leaving soft kisses and sucking a mark into the soft skin of your neck, letting his teeth nip over the spot before moving on. You let out a moan and dig your fingers into his shoulders, before loosening your hold and roaming his whole back. You feel the strength of his muscles between your hands as well as the heat he emanates. 

Not being able to contain yourself, you are desperate for some skin so you lift up the hem of his shirt and slip your hands under it, feeling his skin. 

With a groan Josh presses his hips into yours, making you feel the hardness of the erection he is sporting. You grind against it as you feel your heart beating fast in your chest.

Josh pulls back, his eyes dark and glinting with arousal. 

He slips his thick fingers under the thin straps of your dress and pulls them over your shoulders, leaving burning pathways in the wake of his touch. At that moment, you’re so glad you decided to wear a dress. And you second that again, when he tucks down the upper part of your dress, exposing your breasts to his nimble fingers and hungry eyes.

Almost instantly his hands find their way to your tits and you groan when he rubs the pad of his thumb over your nipple. 

Josh takes his sweet time exploring you and finding out which sound he can wring from you by just his hands touching your chest. Deliberately, he flicks his forefinger against the hardened bud before capturing it between two fingers, rolling and tugging on it.

His lips skate over your collarbones, nibbling and sucking leaving more marks in his wake. 

Something shortcircuits in your brain when you notice how his hands span over your ribs, making you feel fragile beneath him. And in that moment you want nothing more than for him to just lift you and impale you on him, manipulate you to his liking until the only thing you can remember is his name. 

You hook your fingers in the belt loops of his jeans, pulling his hips against yours, wishing that he wasn’t wearing anything. You feel the hardness of his cock pressed against your belly as you grind down on him. 

When his lips and fingers leave your skin you almost whine at the loss of contact but Josh wraps an arm around your back, pulling you flush against his thick frame before covering your mouth with his own again, possessing you.

He presses one of those strong thighs between your legs, pressing it against your clothed cunt, locking you against the wood of the door again. Without a coherent thought, you moan into his mouth as the rough fabric of his jeans rubs over your wet pussy.

Frantic your hands undo the belt and open his jeans, pushing it down, before tugging on his shirt, desperate for more skin. Josh takes pity on your frazzled attempts and takes off his shirt, pulling it over his head as well as letting his jeans fall to the floor with a quiet thud. 

His skin is damp, a thin sheen of sweat giving it a dewy glow that catches the light of the room. Your eyes trace over him appreciatively, taking in the details that make him undeniably attractive as he just watches you with dark, hooded eyes. 

The rise and fall of his chest, accompanied by a scattering of sparse chest hair, draws your eyes. Your gaze lingers on the muscles that play beneath the softness of his belly. In this moment, you find that he is a perfect harmonious mix between being ripped and soft.

Driven by a need to touch - to feel - him your fingers trace a delicate path across Josh’s chest, shoulders, and belly, exploring the terrain of his skin with a gentle curiosity. 

As your fingertips navigate the expanse of his chest, you feel his breath and breathing heart, a subtle rhythm syncing with the beating of your own heart. The transition to his shoulders unveils the sinewy strength that lies beneath, a testament to the physicality that drew you in. Moving lower, your touch encounters the softness of his belly, tracing the trail of hair that leads into his briefs. 

Without warning you cup his hard cock that’s straining against the fabric of his underwear, making him groan, a deep sound that reverberates through his chest. 

Josh wraps his arms around you, lifting you up as he dips his head to kiss you. He bites your lip, the sharp nip of his teeth making you whimper into his mouth. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your ass as he carries you, prompting you to wrap your legs around his thick middle.

With one fluid movement, he sets you down on the desk, dimly you register the books on the table being swept to the floor. He slots himself between your legs as he tangles his hand in your hair to tilt your head back to force you to meet his gaze.

“If you want to stop - at any point - you tell me,“  Josh’s voice is a quiet, husky murmur, the darkness in his eyes reflecting the pleasure shared between you. His lips, now deliciously pinked from your kisses, hover close.

Wordlessly, you nod. In this moment, he embodies everything you desire and more, a captivating presence that has ensnared your senses. If this is your only chance at tasting him, feeling him, having you - you’ll gladly take it. If not somewhat sad, because you’re sure you will not be able to forget him.

He captures your lips in another short kiss while hitching your dress up higher. Josh’s hand is between your legs now, rubbing one finger over your clothed cunt. You just know that the cotton has to be damp, that he now feels how much you want this - want him.

When he applies more pressure, scraping over your clit you arch your back into his touch. His eyes are on yours, drinking in your every reaction. 

Josh repeats the act and you rake your fingers over his back so hard you’re certain to have marked him. It’s making him moan, low, deep and frantic as if he’s enjoying this as much as you. Your entire skin fizzles with electricity upon his reaction.

In one fluid motion, he seats himself beneath your things and yanks your ass off the edge of the desk. His fingers curl around the waistband of your panties and he pulls them down, off your legs.

Just the sight of Josh between your legs edges you closer to an orgasm. His big hands are wrapped around your thighs, keeping you open for him. If you had to describe the look in his eyes you don’t know if another word than feral was fitting. 

He makes you want to paint him, to capture this moment for eternity, with his messy hair and dark eyes.

Your head falls back and every thought becomes impossible when he presses a featherlight kiss on your clit, the stubble prickling like electricity. You cry out when he draws a circle around it with his wet tongue.

“You need to be quiet, sweetheart,“ he says, voice low, rough and deep. “Wouldn’t want anyone to come in here, right?“

You can’t do much other than nod - you know that you can try but you also surely know that you will fail.  

As soon as Josh presses his palm across your stomach to hold you down and tastes your cunt with a long lick you lose that train of thought again. 

He builds you up with a slow and dexterous tongue, determined to make you cum beneath him. Your back arches off the desk, only held down by his strong arm as you whimper. 

You feel your cunt clenching and you’re sure that you’re staining the desk with your wetness. 

Arousal crashes through your vein and you feel yourself getting closer - and he apparently also does because he hooks his arms around you, to pull you closer to his mouth. 

A curse rolls over your tongue when he sinks two of his thick fingers into your cunt, curling them inside your so you spasm around him.

While you know that your orgasm is drawing closer it still hits you like a freight train. The mixture of his fingers and his mouth on your clit brings you over the edge. 

You cry out and your back arches off the desk, fire pulsing through you. Josh’s mouth is still on you, licking through your wet cunt, catching every drop. You feel like your muscles are locking up and the fire has extended to your lungs as he continues to work you through it. Only when you whimper against him, overstimulated he pulls back. 

Josh’s neck and chin are coated in your wetness, glistening in the light of the room. A blinding smile is etched across his features, reaching his eyes. The pleasure radiating from him is palpable and genuine, he likes how you react to him.

Your fingers instinctively dig into the firm contours of Josh’s shoulders, a desperate longing urging him to rise and meet your lips. In response, his strong arms envelop you, pulling you irresistibly close as your mouths meld together in a fervent kiss. You taste the salty tang of yourself on his tongue. 

His hard cock is pressed against your bare cunt and you grind down on him, making him groan into the kiss. Just from feeling him, you know that he’s big and you ache to get your hands on him.

You reach into his briefs, following the trail of hair. Josh’s cock is thick and twitching in your palm as you smear precum over him to jerk him off easier. 

God, he’s going to split you in half, make you burn from the stretch as he forces you to accept every thick, hot inch of him.

Driven by need you push his underwear over his hips, mesmerizes as you finally see him naked. His dick stands proud and hard in neatly trimmed pubic hair. You wrap your hand around him again, tracing the pulsing vein on the underside of his cock. Josh jerks his hips into your hand and you wet your lips as you clench around nothing. 

It’s almost surreal, the realization that this handsome and gorgeous man is as captivated by you as you are by him and you itch to return the favour and take him into your mouth to see what sounds you can elicit from him.

But when you show signs of slipping from the desk he stops you with a long-fingered hand on your thigh. 

“You can return the favour next time, we have to be quick,“ Josh’s voice is husky and dark as his eyes are on you intently.

Next time? Fuck, yes, you really hope that there will be a next time because you don’t think you can get enough of him.

His arms wrap around you again to claim your mouth before lifting you up from the desk. The dig of his fingers into your skin lingers are you just hope that they will bruise. He walks both of you over to a bed in the room, laying you down on your back.

Josh is a solid form above you, chest heaving as he braces his weight on his elbows. He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, before licking a stripe along the length of your pulse.  

The feeling of his weight pressing you into the bed with his bare chest on yours is indescribable. The soft swell of his stomach against yours is heavenly s you claw into his shoulders and back to pull him further on you,

“Fuck me, please,“ your voice wrecked and hoarse as you buck against him, feeling his hard dick press against you.

He pushes his cock against your cunt, nudging your clit with every stroke, just slicking himself with your wetness. 

You whimper when you feel the tip of his broad dick slide into you, keeping it buried inside you, “Josh, please .“

Josh takes pity on you. He leans forwards and his eyes are on yours as he fills you with short and shallow thrusts, inching his cock further and further inside you. Your eyes fall closed at the overwhelming feeling of him in your cunt and he stops again.

Your eyes fly open when his hand finds its way around your throat, wordlessly telling you to keep your gaze locked on him. The slow drag of his dick elicits a high-pitched whine from you.

When his hips are flush against yours, he stills, giving you time to get used to him.

“Just like that…. You’re doing so well,“ his voice is low as he praises you. 

The combination of the barely contained edge in his voice and the praise causes you to clench around him, making Josh groan. You’re drunk off him, off how you feel every ridge, every vein against the wall of your cunt. 

When he pulls back and only leaves the tip inside you again, you whine. That is soon replaced by a loud moan as he slams his whole length into you. 

He feels impossibly deep in your cunt, like he’s carving himself inside with every slap, stroke and thrust of his hips. There is nothing you can do but lay there and take it.

With every thrust, he almost growls into your ear as he possesses you. The slap of his balls against you and the wet squelch of your cunt is loud in the room as he continues to wreck you.

The head of his cock drags over that spot that makes you see stars and you twitch and jerk against him, completely overwhelmed by him. 

You hiss when he reaches between you to press the pad of his thumb against your sensitive clit. He flicks it against it before starting to rub small circles that make you quiver under him and clench around him. 

Josh’s face is the epitome of concentration as he drives his dick inside you again and again, his brow furrowed as he fucks the both of you towards your high. 

You scream when you come. Blinding pleasure shoots through your veins, expanding from inside you and engulfing you. His lips come down to kiss you, capturing you in a feverish and feral kiss. Your teeth click together as he devours you and continues to slam into you. 

With a load groan, he pushes into you as deep as possible, clutching you tightly as his hips jerk and he spills inside you.  

He kisses you, hard and short while he keeps his hips flush with yours as he rocks them, milking himself dry. 

It feels almost soft when he pushes your damp hair from your face and cups your cheek as you catch your breath. The kiss you share is lazy and soft, your hands comb through his hair lightly. You wrap your arms around him tightly, holding him close and savouring the feeling of his body on yours. 

The post-orgasmic bliss disperses suddenly when you feel him soften inside you, his cum leaking onto the bed.

“Shit, Josh,“ panic is evident in your voice, “Get up.“ 

The realisation hits you, that Josh just ruined you in the room of his son  - on his desk and bed. You know that you can’t pretend that this never happened, not when you know how perfect he feels inside you or how he looks when he comes.

His quiet laugh irritates you at first but your eyes flutter closed again when he presses his lips against yours. 

“It will be fine,“ Josh’s blue eyes shine bright as he traces your lips with his thumb, “Let’s get cleaned up first. And then I’d like to take you out for some food.“

“Yeah… yeah,“ you start, a smile on your features, “I’d like that.“

[visit-new-york]

What are the key attractions within Brooklyn Bridge Park?

Nestled along the East River with the iconic Brooklyn Bridge as its backdrop, Brooklyn Bridge Park stands as a testament to urban revitalization and green space innovation. This sprawling oasis, spanning 85 acres along the Brooklyn waterfront, offers a harmonious blend of recreational spaces, natural beauty, and stunning views of the Manhattan skyline. As visitors stroll through its well-manicured lawns and engaging attractions, they are treated to an array of experiences that make Brooklyn Bridge Park a must-visit destination. Let's delve into the key attractions that contribute to the allure of this urban gem.

Brooklyn Bridge Promenade:

The park's crowning jewel, the Brooklyn Bridge Promenade, provides an unrivaled vantage point to marvel at the majesty of the Brooklyn Bridge and the Manhattan skyline. As day turns to night, the twinkling city lights create a breathtaking panorama. The promenade offers a serene escape from the city buzz, making it a favorite spot for joggers, cyclists, and leisurely strollers alike.

Pier 1: Harbor View Lawn:

Pier 1 welcomes visitors with the expansive Harbor View Lawn, a lush green space that hosts a variety of events, from outdoor movie nights to yoga classes. The unobstructed views of the Statue of Liberty and the Manhattan skyline make it an ideal spot for picnics, relaxation, and taking in the maritime activity on the river.

Pier 2: Sports and Recreation Hub:

For the sports enthusiasts, Pier 2 is a haven of activity. Basketball and handball courts, roller skating rinks, and even a shuffleboard court cater to diverse interests. Whether you're a seasoned athlete or just looking to enjoy a friendly game, Pier 2 is the place to break a sweat with the Manhattan skyline as your backdrop.

Jane's Carousel:

Nestled in a glass pavilion at the edge of the park, Jane's Carousel is a vintage treasure that adds a touch of nostalgia to Brooklyn Bridge Park. Dating back to 1922, this meticulously restored carousel offers enchanting rides for visitors of all ages. The combination of the beautifully carved horses and the sparkling views of the East River creates a magical experience.

Pier 6: Playgrounds and Picnic Areas:

Pier 6 is a family-friendly haven featuring playgrounds designed to spark the imagination of young adventurers. Water features, climbing structures, and ample seating make this area a hotspot for families. The nearby picnic areas are perfect for a leisurely lunch, providing a chance to recharge amid the park's natural beauty.

Environmental Education Center:

For those seeking a deeper understanding of the local ecosystem, the Environmental Education Center on Pier 1 offers interactive exhibits and educational programs. Visitors can learn about the diverse plant and animal life thriving in and around the park, fostering a sense of appreciation for the environment.

Conclusion:

Brooklyn Bridge Park is a testament to the transformative power of urban planning and community engagement. Its diverse attractions cater to a wide range of interests, making it a destination that resonates with both locals and tourists. As you explore the park's various offerings, you'll find a harmonious blend of recreation, culture, and natural beauty, making Brooklyn Bridge Park a must-visit destination for anyone seeking an enriching and picturesque urban escape.

[elryuse]

Hi I love reading all the stories you put out especially the yandere ones. If it is possible, can you make a kazuha and han sohee x male reader story where both of them are famous idol/actress and fall very hard for y/n to the point where they can't see themselves living without him?

CAUGHT IN THE ACTION

YANDERE HAN SO HEE & KAZUHA X MALE READER

Kazuha, a fragile flower amidst the ruthless storm of the entertainment industry, found solace in a small, unassuming restaurant. The owner, Y/n, a beacon of warmth and kindness, offered her more than just sustenance. His gentle spirit and unwavering support nourished her soul, igniting a spark of hope within her.

One day, her stomach growled in protest, a desperate plea for sustenance. With her pockets empty, she wandered the streets, her gaze drawn to the small restaurant. The aroma of freshly cooked food wafted through the air, a tantalizing torture. She hesitated, her pride warring with her hunger. But the gnawing emptiness in her belly won. She stepped inside, her head bowed in shame.

Y/n, noticing her frail figure and the haunted look in her eyes, prepared a hearty bowl of ramen, insisting she eat. As she devoured the meal, tears welled up in her eyes. Not just from the delicious food, but from the overwhelming kindness. Y/n's compassion, a rare gem in the harsh world of entertainment, ignited a spark within her. She realized that she had found not just a source of nourishment, but a beacon of hope.

Meanwhile, Han So Hee, a dazzling star, was trapped in the suffocating darkness of depression. On the brink of despair, she stumbled upon the same restaurant, seeking refuge from the tempest raging within her. She stood on the edge of the rooftop, the wind whipping at her hair. The city lights stretched out before her, a breathtaking panorama, but it held no allure for her.

"I feel the wind in my back and my hair," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I've finally decided to end it. To end it here, now. I wish for someone... Someone to save... Me... I... I... (Cry) I want someone to save me."

As she took a step forward, Y/n emerged from the darkness. He rushed towards her, pulling her into a tight embrace. In that moment, So Hee felt a surge of emotion, a mix of relief, gratitude, and a strange sense of peace. She had been on the brink, ready to surrender to the darkness, but Y/n had reached out and pulled her back.

From that day forward, the little restaurant became her sanctuary. Y/n's unwavering support and understanding helped her navigate the treacherous waters of her mental health. She found solace in his presence, a comfort she had never known before.

As fate would have it, these two women, worlds apart, found themselves drawn to the same man. Their paths intertwined, a delicate dance of longing, obsession, and betrayal.

Kazuha, with her innocent heart, had fallen deeply in love with Y/n. She cherished every moment spent with him, her world revolving around his presence. However, her love was a fragile bloom, vulnerable to the harsh realities of the entertainment industry.

So Hee, on the other hand, was consumed by a possessive love. Her fragile mental state, coupled with her intense feelings for Y/n, made her a dangerous force. She saw Kazuha as a threat, a rival who dared to encroach upon her newfound happiness.

As their feelings intensified, a toxic triangle formed, fueled by jealousy, obsession, and a desperate desire for love. Kazuha, oblivious to the danger lurking in the shadows, continued to pour her heart out to Y/n. So Hee, meanwhile, watched their interactions with a growing sense of resentment and envy.

One fateful night, So Hee confronted Kazuha, her voice laced with venom. "Stay away from him," she hissed, her eyes burning with rage. "He's mine."

Kazuha, stunned by the accusation, could only stare at So Hee, her heart heavy with confusion and hurt. She had never imagined that her innocent love could provoke such intense hatred.

As the tension between the two women escalated, Y/n found himself caught in the crossfire. He loved both women, but he knew that he could only choose one. His heart ached as he realized that his decision would inevitably lead to heartbreak.

In a desperate attempt to protect Kazuha, Y/n tried to distance himself from So Hee. However, So Hee was not one to be deterred. She resorted to desperate measures, using her influence to sabotage Kazuha's career and manipulate Y/n's emotions.

Kazuha, weakened by the relentless attacks, found herself spiraling into despair. Her once bright future seemed to be fading away, a victim of So Hee's twisted obsession.

But no, As it turned out this event only worsened the fate of the three, as Kazuha and So Hee kept coming over and over. Their tounge spitting their deepest hatred and anger for each other. It only made Y/n more and more worrisome.

The tension between Kazuha and So Hee reached a boiling point. Their obsession with Y/n had spiraled out of control, transforming them into dangerous, possessive beings. Each saw the other as a threat, a rival who dared to claim Y/n's love.

Kazuha, once a fragile and innocent soul, had hardened into a fierce protector. She would do anything to keep Y/n safe, even if it meant resorting to extreme measures. She watched his every move, monitoring his interactions with others, and eliminating any potential threats.

So Hee, driven by her own twisted desires, became increasingly volatile. She would resort to drastic measures to keep Y/n's attention, from public displays of affection to private threats. She would stalk him, eavesdrop on his conversations, and even break into his home.

Y/n, caught in the crossfire, was terrified. He loved both women, but he knew that their love was destructive. He tried to reason with them, to calm their passions, but it was futile. They were beyond reason, consumed by a love that had turned toxic.

One night, a terrifying incident occurred. Kazuha and So Hee confronted each other, their eyes filled with hatred and jealousy. The once peaceful restaurant turned into a battleground, the air thick with tension. As the two women fought, Y/n was caught in the crossfire, sustaining serious injuries.

"Stop!" Y/n cried out, his voice filled with fear. "This has to end!"

But Kazuha and So Hee were blinded by their obsession. They continued to fight, their blows landing with increasing force. Y/n watched in horror as the two women he loved tore each other apart.

In the end, Y/n was forced to make a difficult decision. He chose to distance himself from both women, hoping to break free from their suffocating grip. He disappeared, leaving Kazuha and So Hee heartbroken and desperate.

Kazuha and So Hee, now united in their sorrow, vowed to find Y/n. They searched high and low, their obsession driving them to the edge of madness. They would stop at nothing to bring Y/n back, even if it meant destroying themselves in the process.

As the story unfolds, the lines between love and obsession blur, and the consequences of their actions become increasingly dire. Will Y/n ever find peace, or will he be forever haunted by the love and obsession of two women who have lost themselves in the darkness?

Y/n, though physically distant, remained a constant presence in Kazuha and So Hee's minds. They dreamed of him, longed for him, and plotted ways to bring him back into their lives. Their obsession had consumed them, turning their once vibrant personalities into shadows of their former selves.

Kazuha, fueled by a desperate love, delved deeper into the world of darkness. She learned to manipulate people, to bend them to her will. She became a master of disguise, a chameleon who could adapt to any situation. Her sole purpose was to find Y/n and bring him back to her.

So Hee, driven by a similar obsession, turned to dangerous methods. She sought help from a shadowy organization, a group of individuals who specialized in finding lost people. In exchange for their services, she offered her fame, her fortune, and even her soul.

As time passed, Kazuha and So Hee's paths crossed, their shared obsession bringing them together. They formed an uneasy alliance, their mutual hatred for Y/n's disappearance binding them together. Together, they embarked on a dangerous quest, a journey that would test the limits of their sanity.

Meanwhile, Y/n, hiding in plain sight, struggled to escape the past. He had changed his appearance, his identity, but he could not escape the haunting memories of Kazuha and So Hee. He lived in constant fear, always looking over his shoulder, dreading the day when they would find him.

As the two women closed in on Y/n's whereabouts, the tension reached a fever pitch. A final confrontation was inevitable, a clash of wills that would determine the fate of all three. The once peaceful world of Y/n was now a battlefield, a dangerous game of cat and mouse.

The final confrontation unfolded in a deserted warehouse, a fitting stage for the climax of this twisted tale. Kazuha and So Hee, their eyes burning with intensity, faced off against Y/n.

"You can't escape us, Y/n," Kazuha hissed, her voice laced with venom. "We'll always find you."

So Hee echoed her words, her voice filled with a chilling determination. "You belong to us, and only us."

Y/n, cornered and outnumbered, knew that he had to fight back. He fought with a desperation born of desperation, his every move a desperate attempt to survive. But Kazuha and So Hee were relentless, their attacks precise and deadly.

As the battle raged on, the warehouse became a scene of chaos and destruction. Broken glass, shattered furniture, and a trail of blood marked the intensity of the fight. Y/n, weakened and injured, was pushed to his limits.

In a final, desperate move, Y/n turned the tables on his attackers. He used their own obsession against them, manipulating their emotions and exploiting their weaknesses. He played on their fears, their hopes, and their desires, driving them to the brink of madness.

As the dust settled, Y/n stood victorious, his opponents defeated. But his victory was bittersweet. He had survived, but at a great cost. The love he once shared with Kazuha and So Hee had been tainted by obsession and violence.

The aftermath of the confrontation left Y/n scarred, both physically and emotionally. He was forced to live with the knowledge that he had destroyed the lives of the two women he once loved.

The aftermath of the confrontation left Y/n scarred, both physically and emotionally. He had escaped the clutches of Kazuha and So Hee, but the experience had left him traumatized. He retreated into solitude, seeking solace in isolation.

However, the two women were not ready to give up. They had become addicted to the thrill of the hunt, the obsession consuming their every thought. They continued to search for Y/n, their determination unwavering.

Years later, Y/n, now living a quiet life under a new identity, was finally caught. A trap had been set, a carefully crafted illusion that lured him in. As he stepped into the dimly lit room, he was greeted by the sight of Kazuha and So Hee, their eyes gleaming with a sinister light.

They had found him.

Y/n was overpowered and restrained, his body bound and his mouth gagged with their panties. He was imprisoned in a luxurious yet sinister chamber, a captive in their twisted game. Kazuha and So Hee, now partners in crime, reveled in their control over him.

As days turned into weeks, Y/n endured a living nightmare. He was subjected to their whims, forced to endure their twisted fantasies. Kazuha and So Hee, their obsession reaching its peak, took pleasure in his suffering.

One night, as Y/n lay helpless on the bed, Kazuha and So Hee emerged from the shadows, dressed in seductive lingerie. They approached him with a mixture of cruelty and desire, their eyes filled with a dark, twisted glee.

"Time to play, Baby" So Hee purred, her voice laced with malice.

Y/n's heart pounded with fear and dread as he watched the two women approach him. He knew that he was at their mercy, a helpless victim in their twisted game of love and obsession.

- To Be Continued -

[kingofbodyrolls]

For this rainbow, I finally picked up my professional camera again. The last images stored there tells me that the last time I used it was the 1st of December 2023. Wild. But I picked it up thanks to this pretty rainbow, which was actually a double rainbow. So pretty. This image is made up of three into a panorama shot, and Lightroom was a bit funky with putting them together, so please don't mind the badly processed house in the middle; no, we're not looking at that 😂

For people who want a wall of text status update, it's under the cut.

How are you all doing? I'm hanging in there. Not active much, but I still haven't gotten myself into deleting my tumblr app. So I still see and get all your notifs, even if I don't reply right away! I'm still taking time off, trying to figure out what I want to do with the blog for the future... I have not written a fanfic in some time now, but I have two finished stories that are ready to be published, but I'm not sure. I'm not sure about a lot of things these days... I've had dark days, written a lot of sad and dark poems (that will go on my sub blog some time in the future), and I've begun to write an original story. It's really fun; about magic, witches and mages; about good and evil and all the gray in between. It will probably bore you, but it's fun to write, even though I don't think anyone would read it except for a few friends (even though this thing might be the longest thing I'll write, turning into either two or three books lol).

Serotonin boost I get happy when I get notifs with comments and/or reblogs of my stories; it really touches my heart. To be honest, this is why I left/taking time off. I've always felt that interaction was low, and my stupid brain will not let me stop comparing myself to others, so it slowly killed my drive for writing and posting. If no one interacts, what's the point of posting? If no one interacts, what's the point of writing? But I love writing, and it's one of my creative outlets, so I couldn't let that go completely, hence I started writing original stories instead; no ones gonna read them anyway, but I can still play with characters, world building and storytelling. Those are the things I loved about fanfics---and I still do, don't get me wrong. But I feel so discouraged being on here. But I'm happy to know that a few people still care.

The Downfall This also made it quite hard for me to read; because I felt so unmotivated... I haven't read much this month at all. I tried to read a fanfic this Monday, didn't finish it and haven't picked it up since. Honestly, I've just been watching documentaries because I'm in a (tumblr) slump. I feel drained though; I feel like I've given so much, and I love it. I love making people happy, leaving lovely reviews, and it's as much for myself as it is for making another person happy---but to be honest, it has drained me. I know I shouldn't ask for anything in return, but I feel imbalanced. Like I'm not being filled with much love, if that makes sense? I don't really feel appreciated, but don't get me wrong, I don't feel hated (yeah, I'm so good at being black and white), sorry---I know I sound very pessimistic. But you guess have always been so kind to me, and I love you a lot, and I have a few super lovely mutuals and friends that are lovely internet friends that I adore, so I wanted to be real with all of you. You can hate me for it if you want to. Go ahead.

I don't think I'm going to make a recommend list this month. I haven't really read anything, so it'll be really small. And I don't like the pressure of it anymore... which is why for a long time I've thought about not doing them anymore. Maybe some day I will again in the future. But I'd still love to make rec list on the member's birthdays! And I think this will help me, take some pressure off myself (that I've created myself), so I'll still read and rec, it will just be slower---whenever I feel like it, and not because I have to read to make a monthly rec list. This isn't my job, I'm not getting paid doing all of this, and the amount of time I've been spending on both reading and writing is more than 37+ hours a week, sooo. I have to slow down.

A part of me thinks that I flew too fast, too high and too close to the sun, lol. I'm still gonna be here, you can still send in asks for rec list or whatever you want, all is welcome (except hate, because then I'll simply just delete my blog, my mental health can't take that).

To post, or not to post? Should I post the two stories that I have? Both of them are for the series Friendcation.

And for the unfinished mermaid stories I still have left, I hope I'll finish them in the future; when, I don't know. Maybe one day I'll feel love for them again, to finish them. I have them all planned out, but like I mentioned before, with low interaction, I'm really not motivated to finish them, even though part of me really want to for the like five people that are so sweet and invested, and always comments and reblogs (you guys know who you are, and I love you so fucking much 🥰).

To all the stories I'll probably never write...

I still have some other unfinished but planned stories, and I'm gonna list them here, just for the hell of it. Don't know if people would have found them interesting anyway, but here goes:

Words on a Page (a Namjoon x reader, idol!au where reader is a fanfiction writer and interviewer for a magazine and has to interview BTS). Author's comment: probably never gonna write it. It has been done before, and it was just a very very silly dream I had.

Songs of The Heart (a Jimin x reader, musician!au where Jimin is a single father and reader moves into the house next to his, hear his lonely songs etc, they meet, talk, very angsty, sad and nostalgic and 'Who' coded). Author's comment: this idea came to me after listening to 'who' and then thinking about Jimin being my next door neighbor, yeah, that's it. Don't know if this will ever get written.

IT Support (a Jimin x reader, office!au where Jimin is your nerdy coworker, but a freak in the sheets, lol). Author's comment: this has honestly been on my list for years, but I never written anything for it, and I probably never will, even though I've made the banner and all.

I do have a few more, but I've already scraped those, and then there's the four mermaid stories to add to the list. I'm probably mostly excited about the mermaid stories, and those would be my priority if I ever get back into writing fanfiction again.

I swear, I'm almost finished... Okay, this whole thing has gotten incredibly long. Sorry. Before I end this post, I just want to say how happy and grateful I am to each and everyone of you. I've met some incredible nice people on here, some really caring ones. I'll never forget that. And I'll never forget each wonderful and lovely comment, some people have really helped me, motivated me when I felt low, and when I wanted to stop writing a few months back. Thank you. I kept going, and I wish I could keep going for you, making something special, for the special people I met here. I actually really wanted to do requests for you guys in hopes that it would motivate me into writing, but I just don't know. I still want to give so much back to the people who have hyped me up, so I'm going to tag a few of you lovely people--- if you have a request for a story, you're welcome to message me or send me an ask. I don't know if or when I'll write it, but in case I get a bit of motivation, I have some things I could write from, so if you want to, you can send me a request (just keep in mind the story will probably be a one-shot from 10-20k max or maybe shorter, lol, you never know with me). You don't have to send me a request, I simply want to give back to some lovely people. I wish I could hug you.

@letjungcoook7 @honeybloomyyyy @babystarcandyjk97 @minpdrecs @bobathi @allie-is-a-panda @back2bluesidex @gimeow @antisocial-mochi267

These are but just a few of the people that have supported me on there, either by commenting, reblogging, ask, messaging--you name it. I could list many others, and one day I might make a post celebrating all mt lovely mutuals, that means a lot to me. Thank you for interacting; you've (as long with others) helped me when times were tough. Thank you.

I had actually planned to open a "recommend a fic" section/box, but I'm not sure about that. I still have so many fics on my to read list, and right now I don't want to pile more onto it. Might do it in the future, when I've finally made it through my own lists.

Okay, I have to end this post for real now.

I'm still on tumblr, I still have my app. I deleted my discord app on my phone, but I'm still part of the servers I was before, I'm just not active. It's better for me that way right now, because it all got to be too much. I was just reminded of how much of a failure I feel like (no, we're not getting into that not, store it away). But you can always contact me here. I'm lurking sometimes. I look forward to reading in a more leisurely pace and hopefully not feeling pressured to make the rec lists as I did before (even though just for the completionist in me I want to finish them for just this year, lol).

Okay. If you read this far---thank you, I adore you, I love you, you're nice, keep going 💜

[zumicho]

SOCIAL MEDIA AUs & FIC SERIES

matador

she’s the first female driver in formula one history to win the monaco grand prix. instead of a celebration, they replace her with a longtime rival. it sends her down a spiral no one can save her from. except maybe race engineer iwaizumi hajime.

𝜗𝜚 iwaizumi x reader ongoing

growing sideways

she takes work frustrations out on ao3, writing fics about the hot guy living next door — kita shinsuke. he helps fix roof leaks, kill pests, and stands up to their asshole landlord. unfortunately, having a spare key to her apartment leads him to read the monitor she forgot to shut down when she left.

𝜗𝜚 kita x reader ongoing

panorama

it’s been three years since tanaka & kiyoko tied the knot! as her family friend, you’re invited — as a bridesmaid to her vow renewal beach getaway on panorama island !! ♥︎

𝜗𝜚 interactive multi character x reader on hold

blueprints

who would’ve thought that someone who wants to build houses for a living was scared of building a home?

𝜗𝜚 architecture student akaashi x artist reader on hold

off the charts

you’re a radio show host engaged to a volleyball player. in a world where fate chooses your lover, he believes you’re his soulmate. so what if he’s not?

𝜗𝜚 sakusa x reader temporarily discontinued

stamped

your brother’s best friend is a travelling volleyball sensation. he sends him letters from every country he visits, & you could care less. till.. he starts addressing them to you.

𝜗𝜚 oikawa x reader completed

white denim overalls

you stopped believing in love the day your dad passed—leaving you to pay the debt left off from building his dream bakery. when your long term boyfriend breaks off a three year long relationship via text, you wonder if you have any more life left to live. heaven sends you a surprise ◡̈

𝜗𝜚 suna x reader completed

mousetrap

your longtime motto: keep to yourself! it’s year two of college, when dragged into deep drama — the unlikeliest of knights come to your rescue. that changes nothing. right?

𝜗𝜚 iwaizumi vs. akaashi x reader completed

ONESHOTS, DRABBLES

to be loved is to be remembered

𝜗𝜚 post argentina oikawa x reader

everyone adores you (at least I do)

𝜗𝜚 bokuto x reader

HEADCANONS

ukai vs dating

𝜗𝜚 karasuno

haikyuu hamilton recast

𝜗𝜚 multiple

carnival date headcanons

𝜗𝜚 karasuno + shiratorizawa

aquarium date headcanons

𝜗𝜚 karasuno + nekoma

© ZUMICHO 2024 all rights reserved. please do not repost, edit, or translate my works on any platform.

[simspaghetti]

First of all, I want to say thank you so much for 1000 followers - that is truly a bonkers number I never thought I'd reach, thank you to everyone who interacts with my posts or follows along with my legacies or just occasionally sees my posts on your dash - I love this community so much, and I've felt so welcomed here since I joined simblr!! Mwah ily!

I come bringing gifts!! It's another PSD template, based off of the photography UI for Sims 3

I got the idea for this template way back when I was taking these screenshots in Gen 1 of my Blossom Random Legacy, and I figured they could really come in handy for people who are doing world adventures style gameplay :)

There are 4 sizes to choose from, each one is loosely based on a photo size in the game:

Medium Landscape Medium Portrait Panorama Small Portrait They're all on a 1450x980 canvas, but you can of course crop them however you want!

It's also pretty easy to create your own custom size if you want to, as long as you have a basic knowledge of photoshop tools - every layer is completely adjustable and customizable!

Terms of Use:

Please don’t claim as your own or reupload without my permission, and credits on posts aren’t necessary, but I’d love to see you use them in your game if you do tag me! Alter and customize the templates literally however you want, but if you're gonna reupload a downloadable variation of them I'd appreciate a link back to my blog :)

The only font used in all the templates is DM Sans (bold) it can be found here

➡️ DOWNLOAD (Simfileshare, .psd files)

Instructions: These are .psd files, so you can open them in photoshop, photopea (my personal choice of editor), gimp or another similar photo-editing software Then just place your image at the bottom of all the layers You can alter the text in the boxes to whatever your needs are, I recommend referring to this page on Carl's guide to see all the photography collections which inspire the green text! :)

[azelmaandeponine]

Hey! I wonder if you think this is likely to happen, but I love those headcannons of Stanford being a protective older brother, I mean, I wonder that after the "Scrapbook Theraphy", I wonder if well... Ford more than less realizes something, that the whole "Stan looks like me, but if he had given up in life.", he knew that Stan always acts like he had given up in life, but I think when they figure out their shit, he learns that the same people who praised him, at the same time put down Stan, not because of his behavior, but because they tought he was dumb or worthless...

I love those headcannons and fanfics, in which for unfortunate reasons, Stan and Ford end meeting with Filbrick again or go to his grave and now that Ford has a better panorama that his father abused Stan, he's of course angry.

I like the general headcannon, in which in front of Filbrick, there's now some kind of role reversal, now is Stan the one who is afraid of him and even suffers and emotional regretion, while Ford on the other hand now is this close of strangling and murdering their father. I mean, Stan keeps calling Filbrick "Pops", "Pa" or "Dad", while Ford now learning about the abuse, he calls Filbrick by his name now.

I mean, you said, Ford hates injustices, so he'll do anything in his power to defeat the villain in question and now that he learns that his father was an abuser all along, he wants to make good in his oath that he'll be the a good brother and the brother that Stan deserves, I mean...

There's a comic made by @demico-art, where Stan goes to Filbrick's grave and of course he has some kind of closure, that's honestly how I picture Stan talking with his dad. While Ford would be like a fic I read in which, he's trying to restrain himself from kicking the grave and not look like a crazy man, but he's calling out his father for abusing Stan and being a man unable to get impressed by them, of course that neither of the family deserved Stan, but yet, Ford is going to make a good brother because he needs and wants him in his life.

There's a fic I'm trying to find, that I read back in 2016-2018, in which Filbrick comes back as a ghost during Summerween/Halloween and starts berating Stan, then Soos and Ford arrive and the two, mainly Soos defend Stan, with Soos, yelling at him for being a horrible father, saying that he should be proud of who their sons are, specially commenting in how Stan sacrificed to save the world. When Filbrick attacks Soos, Stan stops being frozen in fear and defends Soos... then he yells his to his dad to get out of their homes and lives and never come back and when Filbrick refuses Ford threatens him with exorcising him and sending him to a truly horrible place. I honestly love this.

And there's other fics as well, in which Stan and Ford meet Filbrick, now in his 80's, while Stan is afraid, Ford on the other hand is defensive of Stan the whole time and is this close of doing something crazy. Needing Stan to restrain him at all costs...

But honestly, that's how I think their interactions, now in the present would go, Stan still is sad, because he couldn't prove his father wrong and of course still shows fear and vulnerability in front of him, while Ford plain and simply hates him, not only for steering him away from Stan, but also for the abuse of him. Being surprisingly the one who is more rebellious in front of him. Even considering that Filbrick is not worth that Stan keeps remembering him. Maybe he also talks by experience, since Ford was abused by Bill for too long and he doesn't like that Stan keeps giving Filbrick power, since he now he knows how the abuse works.

I actually LOVE Ford being protective of Stan! I love both Stan and Ford being protective of each other, for that matter.

As for their feelings about Filbrick.

Stan and Ford grew up in the 60s-70s, so they probably didn't realize Filbrick abused them at first. But in modern times I think Ford's gonna reach that realization first.

I mean, Stan applied Filbrick's treatment of him on Dipper (to a far lesser extent) and it almost destroyed their relationship.

Filbrick's most likely dead in modern times, and quite frankly, Stan and Ford shouldn't have to deal with his abusive ass.

Though in regards to that fic you mentioned, it sounds familiar, so I think I've read it too, though I don't remember what it's called.

Though if they were to meet again, yes, I'd LOVE to see Ford tell Filbrick off! Filbrick was abusive to both twins, and as you mentioned, Bill was extremely abusive to Ford as well. Both Stan and Ford deserved better.

[causenessus]

🥤 and 🌻 for your ask game!!

ask game :)

🥤 -> recommend an author or fanfic you love

anon...i'm not sure u want me to go down this rabbit hole... THERE'S SO MANY AUTHORS I LOVE I'LL JUST TAG A FEW </33

@eggyrocks OF COURSE!! they are such an amazing writer and they have SO many fics i cannot even pick a favorite but i'm going to link rot, (☆☆☆ a FAVORITE of my favorites; iwa) static (noya), 35mm (akaashi), and inked (kiyoko) ...i started just listing everything BUT I'M TRYING TO KEEP IT DOWN 🙏 @nectardaddy HITS EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. READ ANY FIC BY THEM AS PLEASE i'm linking full throttle (sakusa), mirage (suna), 88 ford (kita), and notebook paper!! (hinata) ...okay i guess i'm just listing everything out now 😭 @afyrian has SO many upcoming works AND SO MANY IN THE PROCESS NOW THAT ARE ALL AMAZING DEFINITELY CHECK OUT MY BISQUE BEAU (osamu) PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ALSO the longest contract (suna) was so good <33 @froyaoya is so talented and you should DEFINITELY PARTICIPATE IN HER ONGOING INTERACTIVE SMAU panorama!!!! (multiple) i cannot help myself :)) also tagging @cr4yolaas who has such good and deep works!! i'm linking mezzo forte (iwa) WHICH IS AMAZING @guitarstringed-scars ALSO HAS MANY ONGOING FICS BUT the raven's eye diner (multiple) IS CRAZY GOOD and cantaloupe island (atsumu) just began!!!

🌻 -> tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis

I'M A VERY BIG YAPPER IF U COULDN'T TELL I INTERACT WITH A LOT OF PEOPLE 😭 but if i had to say!!! i appreciate @miyamoratsumuu and @mollyrolls so so much and i feel like i don't interact with them nearly as much as i should i'm so sorry i love u guys <3

[digimoninteractions]

[ID: A panorama screenshot from Digimon Adventure Zero Two episode 19. Miyako and Hikari are asleep in sleeping bags, with Hawkmon laying down but awake above them. To the right Tailmon and Veemon are sitting side by side, awake and looking at the sky, and Daisuke is in his own sleeping bag to the right, sleeping and snoring. End ID]

[heinzzysset]

Die ultimative HD City Skyline Meine letzte panorama Show hat mich nicht richtig überzeugt. Obwohl die Auflösung gut war kamen die Gebäude nicht gut und waren fehlerhaft. Für mich Grund genug nochmal neu anzufangen und eine neue attraktive Skyline schaffen. Hier nun das Ergebnis meiner neuen City Skyline in HD Qualität. Zum betrachten ladet ihr das Zipfile herunter, entpackt es und startet im Ordner SkylineFHD jeweils eine der HTML Dateien. Die Show läuft auf jedem Browser mit JavaScript, sowohl auf Windows, Mac und Linux Computer. Viel Spass Euer Heinz7777 🤓

Direktlink: https://www.deviantart.com/heinz7777/art/The-Ultimate-HD-City-Skyline-1040140473

[genillustrate]

The military history of France encompasses an immense panorama of conflicts and struggles extending for more than 2,000 years across areas including modern France, Europe, and a variety of regions throughout the world.

According to historian Niall Ferguson, France is the most successful military power in history. It participated in 50 of the 125 major European wars that have been fought since 1495; more than any other European state. And has won 1115 battles in total, more than any in the world. Source: Wikipedia, haha. Well, this is my HC for France's body. I really do think he's no that different from Germany in constitution nor in height. They're brother nations, after all. At least Holy Roman Empire and him came from the same Frankish Empire, so. Yeah. Also, in my HC, when there's no one looking, Francis has this very germanic frown, but when there's conscious social interaction, his galo-roman nature arise, haha! He has the best of both worlds. And yes, this is FraPru. They're so underated. And France is in rugby uniform, by the way. They won Rugby World Cup Sevens, congratulations!

[amaleu-antmat]

The case files of Jeweler Richard spoiler vol 8 part 7 (When Richard gets super angry and super cute ☺️ )

Back at the mansion, they get welcomed by Catherine in a dragonfly costume, Richard isn't happy and ask her what she is doing, and she respond that she was busy practising and lament that if Seigi was going out he should've told her as it got her worried. And mention that dinner wasn't even started yet.

Seigi apologized "Sorry, but there is salad in the fridge"

Richard, irked "Seigi"

Seigi began to feel some anger in Richard tone of voice. Richard steps forward "You know you haven't the faintest idea of what he's been through, and yet you insist on relentlessly putting our guest to work. He is neither your personal chef nor your driver"

Catherine "What's wrong Richard? Why are you suddenly scolding me? Seigi, did something happen? Did the two of you get into a fight?"

Richard "Listen to me. I am talking to you"

Catherine "Please! Don't speak like that! It reminds me of those people in England who pretends to be polite but look down on me!

Richard "That has nothing to do with this. I just want you to understand what I'm saying"

Catherine "Oh but it does! It's like your a king trying to control everyone and everything around you. I am not your subject. It isn't right. And neither is the way you treat Seigi"

Richard "What are you trying to say?"

Catherine with fiery eyes says what should never be said... "You're not mad at me because I'm treating Seigi inappropriately. You're mad at me because I'm treating Seigi the same way you treat him, and you can't stand to see that. The two of you don't even look like friends. You look like a king and his underlining. He just says yes to everything you say. That's not a friend. All you want is a Sancho Panza who will smile and nod, captivated by your beauty, and shower you with praise. If anyone's treating Seigi like a cook or driver, it's you."

Seigi<That was the moment I witnessed up close, what it looked like for someone to silently snap. Everyone hit their breaking point in different ways, so maybe I was lucky to be able to tell when it happened to Richard. His usual aura of graceful beauty flipped in an instant, becoming something else entirely, an air of intense intimidation that made all your hair stand on end. Pretty people being terrifying when they're mad is a bit of a cliché, but this went so far beyond that. This was a whole other level. This was the divine wrath of a dragon.>

Seigi gets between them "Hold on"

Richard "Release me"

Seigi "Wait! Just wait!!"

"Seigi!"

"I know just give it a moment. Count to twenty"

Seigi turn to Catherine and gently tell her to amend what she just said, as he is not his driver or chef, and he is just trying to be a normal friend to him, he explain that as a foreigner the way he interact might seem odd to her, but he never felt taken advantage off and in fact he think it's quite the opposite as he feel Richard helped him way more.

Catherine thinks that he helped him in monetary ways, and say that even so he should never get treated like a servant cause of it.

Seigi tells her that this is a misunderstanding, as he didn't mean help in monetary case, but in intangible things as well like his affection and time. And if he were to get more specific he might die of embarrassment. xD

Catherine seem to get it, but as she didn't want to take back the thing said, because she overlaps her past situation to his, she run away and go to the car for a driving.

Seigi lament that he was too slow to stop her and call out to Richard. "This isn't good, Richard do you have any idea where Catherine might have gone? Richard....Richard?"

Richard was sitting in the dining room with his face covered by both hands. Unmoving. Hands that gripped his hair and soft groaning noises from him.

Seigi ask if he is okay. Richard respond ".....I want to take a panorama shot of this scene" (kyaaaaaa what do I do with these twoo 😚 )

Richard apologize that he has lost his temper. His movement are stiff and robotic as he reach the entrance, and say "I wonder where she went" like a train station announcement. Clear his throat. And go crashing into the salon that was still not cleaned up.

Seigi then hear the sound of cushion getting beaten out of them. Richard return like nothing ever happened. Complain about Catherine and tell seigi he should remain here while he goes to search for her.

Seigi "You have spiderwebs in your hair"

Richard brush the spiderwebs off and stiffly thank him.

They go search for Catherine separately.

[visit-new-york]

Crosby and Broome Street

Crosby St & Broome St New York, NY 10012

Unveiling the Splendor of Crosby Street & Broome Street.

In the heart of Manhattan's SoHo district lies an enchanting convergence of history, artistry, culinary excellence, and urban allure – the iconic intersection of Crosby Street and Broome Street. These two thoroughfares, each with its unique character, weave a narrative that transcends time, revealing the captivating evolution of a neighborhood that has blossomed into a haven for creativity, luxury, and vibrant community life. Embark on a captivating journey as we delve into the intricate details that define Crosby Street and Broome Street in SoHo, transforming them into a destination unlike any other.

A Stroll Through Time and Architecture

Crosby Street, a narrow cobblestone path, invites visitors to step back in time. Its cast-iron facades, remnants of the neighborhood's industrial origins, have been artfully repurposed into galleries, boutiques, and residences. The very buildings that once housed factories now stand as testaments to SoHo's ability to seamlessly fuse history with modernity, each cast-iron detail whispering stories of the past while embracing the future.

Intersecting Crosby Street, Broome Street adds another layer to the architectural panorama. Amid the luxury boutiques and contemporary structures, the Old St. Patrick's Cathedral stands tall, its Gothic Revival architecture an eloquent reminder of the immigrant history that helped shape the neighborhood. The streets serve as a living embodiment of how a community can pay homage to its roots while embracing change.

Artistic Expression and Creativity

Crosby Street's artistic soul continues to thrive through a fresh blend of pop-up exhibitions, murals, and interactive installations. The street itself has become an ever-changing canvas, a vibrant symphony of colors and shapes that captivate passersby and engage the imagination. It stands as a testament to the power of art to transcend conventional boundaries and inhabit the very essence of a neighborhood.

Broome Street's creative vitality is equally vibrant, boasting galleries, studios, and performance spaces. These intimate theaters provide a stage for emerging artists, musicians, and actors to share their talents, breathing life into the neighborhood's commitment to nurturing artistic expression in all its forms.

Culinary Odyssey and Pleasures

The culinary offerings on Crosby and Broome Streets present a feast for the senses, a tantalizing fusion of cultures and cuisines that reflect New York City's global character. From cozy cafes to upscale dining establishments, these streets offer a culinary symphony that celebrates diversity and innovation. Each dish and cup of coffee is a testament to the culinary artists who infuse their creations with a passion that mirrors the vibrant spirit of the neighborhood.

Retail Therapy and Luxury Lanes

For the discerning shopper, Crosby and Broome Streets emerge as a haven of luxury and style. The boutiques and flagship stores of luxury brands create an ambiance of refined elegance, where the latest trends and timeless fashion converge. The windows serve as a visual masterpiece, drawing in fashion enthusiasts and blending artistic expression with the world of commerce.

Community and Cultural Fusion

Beyond the aesthetics and commercial offerings, Crosby Street and Broome Street thrive as hubs of community engagement and cultural fusion. Throughout the year, these streets come alive with a myriad of events that unite residents and visitors, fostering a sense of belonging and shared identity. Art walks, street fairs, and seasonal celebrations fill the air with excitement, allowing individuals to immerse themselves in the neighborhood's vibrant tapestry.

Local artisans and craftsmen also find their home along these streets, offering a glimpse into the ingenuity and entrepreneurial spirit that define the SoHo community. From handmade crafts to vintage treasures, these local establishments contribute to a sense of authenticity that resonates with those who seek to uncover the heart of the neighborhood.

Residential Enclaves and Urban Sanctuaries

Crosby Street and Broome Street are not just destinations for exploration; they also embrace a vibrant residential community that calls SoHo home. Living on these storied streets offers a unique blend of urban sophistication and neighborhood charm. Residents find themselves at the nexus of luxury and convenience, with high-end boutiques and dining establishments just steps away from their front doors.

These streets, with their cobblestone pathways and historic facades, serve as urban sanctuaries where residents can escape the bustling city and find respite within a community that values both creativity and connectivity. The sense of camaraderie that emerges among those who reside on Crosby and Broome Streets is a testament to the enduring allure of this remarkable neighborhood.

Conclusion: A Continuum of Splendor

In the heart of SoHo, Crosby Street and Broome Street stand as sentinels of a neighborhood that has gracefully evolved while preserving its character and heritage. These streets are not isolated entities; they are part of a continuum that weaves the past, present, and future into a seamless tapestry of experiences. From the cast-iron architecture that whispers tales of industrial prowess to the vibrant artistry that defines its modern incarnation, this intersection beckons travelers and locals alike to embrace the charm, creativity, and community that define SoHo's essence.

As you traverse the enchanting landscape of Crosby Street and Broome Street, you're embarking on an exploration of the soul of New York City itself. Through its art, architecture, culinary delights, and dynamic community, this iconic intersection embodies the spirit of a city that is both a canvas and a masterpiece – a city that thrives on innovation while honoring its storied past. SoHo's odyssey continues, and at the crossroads of Crosby and Broome, its timeless allure is more captivating than ever before.