#ultra modern architecture

[hometoursandotherstuff]

When I first saw this ultra modern 2010 home in Malibu, CA, my first thought was, "who is going to clean all of this metal and glass?" But, then when I saw the $57.5M price tag for the 5bd, 7ba home, I realized that if you can afford that much, you have a staff. Look at this place.

Approaching the entrance.

Here we are at the glass door. Oooh, look at the house statue.

The entrance hall.

See what I mean about the glass?

This is crazy. I don't even know how to navigate this home. The description says it's "feng shui inspired."

It's very open concept with the family/living room and kitchen combo.

Very modern kitchen with a wall of cabinets that goes from the kitchen to the living room. Open and airy, there's another sitting area with doors to a patio.

It all overlooks the Pacific Ocean.

All sorts of stairs and ramps lead to other floors.

Small corner sitting room that comes to a point.

We appear to be approaching another living area.

There's a rounded bedroom with a view of the ocean.

And, look at this. The Japanese soaking tub makes it look like you're in the ocean.

More catwalks and stairs.

Another bedroom suite with its own terrace.

So many levels.

Each bedroom is private with a terrace.

Gee, is this the good life, or what?

Wow, look at the setup in the music room.

Beautiful. I wonder if the outdoor art conveys.

Look at the private beach.

The home is gated with a security system.

.83 acre lot. I'm thinking maybe they didn't put in a pool for all that money, b/c the ocean is right there? But, still. A pool & the ocean are 2 very different things.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/41800-E-Pacific-Coast-Hwy-Malibu-CA-90265/16493848_zpid/?

[elyxir]

Dining Room in Melbourne Example of a large trendy kitchen/dining room combo design with white walls and no fireplace

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[froody]

How do you feel about churches becoming houses? I think they're cute but I'm a simp for big windows and stained glass.

I actually have super mixed feelings about church to home renos. I’d prefer to see churches remain community spaces and become event venues or theaters. I’ve seen some truly terrible church renovations, like putting in a second floor in the main chapel that essentially cut the stained glass window in half. I saw one that was a beautiful 18th century gothic style cathedral that had been turned into a terrible fucked up ultra-modern hellscape on the inside.

But it can go either way. There are a lot of beautiful empty historical churches out there and I’d certainly rather see them renovated into living spaces than torn down. I think if you decide to live in a church or renovate a church to be a home, it’s good to remember it’s a church and to uphold the architectural details that make a church beautiful.

[dailyoverview]

Luxury resorts line the coast of the Caspian Sea in Awaza, Turkmenistan. Located about 7.5 miles (12 km) west of the city of Turkmenbashi, this special tourist zone constructed its first hotel in 2004 and now has at least 22 hotels and resorts. Due to its remote location and ultra-modern architecture, Awaza has been called the “least-known and most peculiar beach resort in the world.”

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

Thanks to Ingek73 for sending this unique ultra-modern apt. in Amsterdam. You literally get 4 apts. made into 1 penthouse. There are no neighbors above or below the connection, and, it's above a shopping center- I would literally be in heaven. 4bds, 3.1ba, € 2.275M / $2.400M

As you can already see, it's a huge home. Check out the chess board in the floor. (If you're like me, you can always play checkers.)

The living room is so big, a grand piano fits in with tons of room to spare. Like the separating wall- you could use the shelving for books or display.

Beautiful modern fireplace is situated between 2 rooms.

Doesn't this dining area look like a bistro? It has a long banquette, and would be great for entertaining.

Modern kitchen unit with built-ins and a chalkboard wall.

The dining area is super-spacious.

This is cool- an indoor/outdoor space.

Hallways are well-lit.

Everything in this home is over-sized. Look at this bathroom. I love "conga drum" sinks.

Double showers.

Dressing room/closet.

Stairs to the 2nd level.

What a fun lofted bedroom.

That's kind of an odd place for a window, but it's a nice bath.

This upper level bedroom is spacious, interesting, and also has a fun loft.

The en-suite for this room is also very nice.

So many bedroom options. This one is a flex-space b/c it has its own stairs from the floor below.

Another large bedroom. There's a lot that you can do with this apt.

It just keeps going and going. This would make a great studio.

Partial bath.

Here's your mailbox.

And, more of the great shopping center.

[elliesmainhoe]

TLOU MASTERLIST

ELLIE WILLIAMS

TLOU2 / Older Ellie

HEADCANONS:

Feminine!Reader

Feminine!Reader Part2

Boxer!Ellie

Sugar Mommy!Ellie

Knight!Ellie X Princess!Reader

Knight!Ellie X Princess!Reader Part2

Period comfort

Streamer!Ellie

Bodyguard!Ellie X Singer!Reader

Housewife!Ellie

Housewife!Reader

Dealer!Ellie X GoodGirl!Reader

Tattooist!Ellie

Tattooist!Ellie Part2

Hockey!Ellie X Cheerleader!reader

Stubborn!Reader

Delinquent!Ellie

SingleMom!Reader

Vampire!Ellie

Vampire!Ellie Part2

Ballerina!Reader

Pregnant!reader

Singer!Reader

Hip-Hop Dancer!reader

Rockstar!Ellie

Masc!reader

Introvert!reader X Introvert!Ellie

Affectionate!reader

Actress!reader

She calls you mommy

Goth / grunge reader

Reader with ADHD

Bossy!reader

Ellie on her period

Streamer!Reader

Reader is Maria and Tommy's daughter

Taller!Reader

Reader with OCD

make-up artist!reader X streamer!Ellie

Older sister!Reader

Insecure!reader

Apologetic!reader

Deaf/ hard of hearing!reader

RichOlderWoman!Ellie

southern!reader

loser!ellie

having a baby with her (biologically)

ONESHOTS:

You deserve more

Summary: after you caught your boyfriend making out with another girl at a bar, you call Ellie for a ride home. (MODERN AU)

Reckless

Summary: While working, Joel comes in and tells you that your girlfriend, Ellie, was injured on patrol.

Protecter

Summary: After sneaking out, Ellie protects you from some unwanted attention. (KNIGHT!ELLIE X PRINCESS!READER)

New Year's Day

Summary: You and Ellie host your first ever New years Eve party, and as you both clean up the mess your friends had left in their wake.

Can I take a picture? (Out soon)

Summary: You, an architecture student, decide to spend yor three months off for summer break exploring and visiting classic Victorian houses, seeing beautiful structures and meeting eccentric people. (VAMPIRE!ELLIE)

MULTI-PART:

PROFESSOR - Pt 2 - Pt 3 ✓

Summary: After Dina forced you to go to her new physics teachers public lecture, you start developing feelings for the professor. (PROFESSOR!ELLIE X STUDENT!READER)

PLAYER TWO - Pt 2 - Pt 3

Summary: A series of imagine entailing the chaos you and streamer!Ellie cause together. (STREAMER!ELLIE)

MOTIVATION - Pt 2

Summary: You become your girlfriends physical therapist. (BOXER!ELLIE)

Why?! (PART 2 OUT SOON)

Summary: it was bound to happen sooner or later. I mean Joel slaughtering all the fireflies seven years ago was a pretty hard secret to be kept quiet- but you still wish it never reached Ellie's ears.

IMAGINES:

Phone S*x NSFW

Summary: You send Ellie a nude when she's abroad on a business trip. (SugarMommy!Ellie)

Play for me

Summary: After Ellie lost her fingers she longed to play the guitar again, so you played for her.

Jackson's Love Hotel NSFW

Summary:Your favourite customer needs to relax after a very stressful patrol and comes to you for some relief. (Brothel Worker!Reader)

Ask your daughter

Summary: Eventful late night escapades makes Ellie a no-show for patrol. (Maria+Tommy's daughter!Reader)

Miss me sugar?

Summary: After three months of deployment, Ellie finally returns home. (Military!Ellie)

Tattooed on my heart

Summary: Ellie's always loved when you doodle on her arm, leaving behind traces of you. She loves them so much she wants them to stay forever.

Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl

Summary: wasting a Friday night on a first date with a boy you've never met in person was a dumb idea- and surprise! it all goes to shit- but Ellie's there to make sure you have a good time! DAY 2 OF SAPPHIC SUMMER

SAPPHO

Summary: Ellie pulls up outside of your house, ready to take you on a first date. DAY 3 OF SAPPHIC SUMMER

Rescue Remedy

summary: you call Ellie to come and rescue you from a bar after having a few too many drinks DAY 4 OF SAPPHIC SUMMER

SOCIAL MEDIA AU:

(strictly texts and insta posts)

Texts with Ellie

Part 1

Part 2

ABBY ANDERSON

TLOU2

HEADCANONS:

Doctor!reader

Anxious!Reader

Farmer!Abby

Werewolf!Abby

Masc!reader

ONESHOTS:

(Nothing here yet)

MULTI-PART:

HUNTED (PART 2 OUT SOON)

Summary: Although you stopped Abby from killing Joel, Ellie still wants to seek her revenge.

IMAGINES:

Sundress Season NSFW

Summary: A picnic date can really only end one way~ DAY 1 OF SAPPHIC SUMMER

Hayfever

Summary: you've fallen sick, and you don't want Abby to get sick too- she says it's just hay-fever. DAY 5 OF SAPPHIC SUMMER

HBO ELLIE WILLIAMS

HBO TLOU ADAPTATION

!!THIS CHARACTER IS UNDER 18! SO IT WILL BE PLATONIC!!

HEADCANONS:

(Nothing here yet)

ONESHOTS:

GOODNIGHT, MOM

Summary: After helping Ellie down from a panic attack, she calls you Mom for the first time. (MotherFigure!Reader)

MULTI-PART:

(Nothing here yet)

IMAGINES:

Happy Mothers Day

Summary: The first mothers day Ellie has ever celebrated and she's going to make sure that it's amazing. (MotherFigure!Reader)

I LOVE YOU NO MATTER WHAT

coming soon

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!!

I write for:

Ellie Williams (Romantic + Platonic)

Abby Anderson (Romantic + Platonic)

HBO Ellie Williams (PLATONIC)

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yandere!ocs x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, yandere reverse harem, original characters x fem!reader, slowburn, isekai

A desperate cry on your deathbed leads to you being given a fresh start at life. You're overjoyed at having finally obtained a healthy body and a real chance at living normally, only to discover that you've been transported into a yandere game, where danger lurks at every corner. Determined to protect your new life at any cost, you vow to stay as far away from the major characters of the game as possible. But things don't always go as planned.

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You woke up with a gasp, only to find yourself in an unfamiliar room.

Where am I?

It took you a while to come to your senses. You remembered dying, all too vividly at that, but a quick glance around affirmed that you were no longer in your hospital room. Either you were stuck in some strange dream in the afterlife, or this was heaven.

You were lying in a bed, much like you’d been when you died. Strangely enough, you still had a material body. It was easy enough to move through instinct, just like you’d done all your life.

You stepped off the bed, and to your immense delight, your body felt the best it had in a long time. No pain, no relentless fatigue. It was as if you were brand new. Surely, this must be heaven. Although it was quite a bit different than you’d been expecting. You always assumed heaven would be more of a spiritual realm that was intangible and completely separate from the material world, but it didn’t seem to be the case at all.

Speaking of material, the room you were currently in was rather extravagant. The room itself was huge, but there were so many expensive-looking objects lying around as well, not to mention the intricate architecture. It was the way you always imagined the highest of the elite—the ultra-rich—living.

Also... for some reason, everything looked weirdly antique? It was tastefully decorated, that was a given, but none of the objects were particularly modern. Not like what you were used to, at least.

But before you could delve into things any deeper, a stranger came into the room. It was a woman, dressed as a maid for some reason. She stopped to curtsy in front of you and greeted you with a smile.

“Good morning, Lady [Name]. I’m quite pleased that you managed to wake up on time for a change.”

“Uh, who are you?” you blinked. “Are you also dead? Is this really heaven?”

The maid gaped at you. “My lady, I daresay it’s far too early for this kind of talk. You know I’m terrible at understanding your jokes.”

Okay, this is a bit weird. Since when are there maids in heaven?

Everything was still rather confusing, so you glanced around the room and spotted a mirror, which you eagerly bounded up to. You were curious to see if you even looked like yourself any more. Perhaps people’s souls inhabited different bodies in heaven, or something like that.

“Damn, I’m gorgeous!” you exclaimed. You did still look like yourself, but you couldn't remember having ever looked so healthy before. You were practically glowing.

The maid chuckled softly. “Yes, my lady. You are the flower of the kingdom. You’ll always be the prettiest lady in my eyes.”

“Kingdom?” you frowned. “I thought this was heaven.”

“Again with the strange jokes...”

She sighed and shook her head, looking just about fed up with your nonsense.  Nothing was really making any sense. Every time you brought up dying or being in heaven, she kept giving you all sorts of judgmental looks. If this wasn’t heaven, then where were you?

“Are my parents here?” you asked. It couldn’t be possible. You’d died, and even if you were in some sort of strange afterlife, there was no way your parents would be with you. Not yet, at least.

The maid cocked her head to the side. “By here, do you mean inside the manor? Of course they are. Why, would you like me to bring them to your room?”

“Uh, yes please.”

She nodded hastily and left the room, only to return with two awfully familiar people by her side.

Yep. They were your parents, alright. But how? And why didn’t they look surprised to see you, even though you should be dead right now?

“Mom, dad,” you spluttered, rushing towards them. “How am I here? Didn’t I die? The last thing I remember is being in the hospital bed...”

Just like the maid, they too stared at you in bewilderment.

“She’s been talking this nonsense ever since she woke up,” the maid said tiredly. “I’m assuming it’s meant to be some sort of roleplay, but I’m having a great deal of trouble following along.”

“Oh, [Name], you’re ever the joker,” your parents laughed. “Of all the stories to contrive, why would you make up some ridiculous tale about being in the hospital? You’ve always been healthy as a horse. This is a stretch, even for you.”

“Healthy as a horse,” you gaped. “Me?”

“Yes, of course. Did you not sleep well, my dear? You’re obviously kidding, but the expression on your face is oddly serious.”

Things were getting more perplexing by the second, but you needed to try and reassess your situation and not give anyone reason to believe that you were absolutely mental.

You knew for a fact that you’d been chronically ill for a very long time. The pain and suffering you’d experienced was altogether too vivid to forget. But for whatever reason, after passing out in the hospital that day—when you were certain you’d died—you seem to have woken up here instead. Where exactly here was, you had yet to find out, but you were fairly certain about one thing, and it was that you weren’t actually dead.

I’ve been transported somewhere else?

It seemed too farfetched to be true, but everything felt so real. It couldn’t simply be a vivid dream. Your memories and your senses were completely intact. You had full awareness of what you were thinking and doing. You weren’t in the hospital anymore, neither were your parents, and the longer you stared at them, you came to realize that their attire was completely unlike anything they would have ever worn. It was just like the room you were in—the opposite of modern.

Okay. You really needed to figure out what the hell was going on.

“I’m gonna walk around,” you announced abruptly.

“My lady, you can’t!” the maid called out after you. “You’re still in your nightgown—”

You sped out the room before she could keep you from leaving. Clearly, the bedroom was no exception, because the hallways and the rest of the building appeared to be just as extravagantly decorated. What did the maid call it again? Ah, right—a manor. Your first assumption was right. This place was for the filthy rich, which begged the question of what you were doing here.

You spent a good while walking around. There were other maids and servants working here, it appeared, and they all averted their gazes when they saw you passing by. Probably because you were in your nightgown, though you didn’t really get what the big deal was. It was hardly anything indecent.

As you took in your surroundings, you noted that there wasn’t any sign of the technology you’d been surrounded with your entire life. Everything was tasteful and aesthetically pleasing, but it didn’t seem like the type of stuff a normal person would keep around in their house. It just wasn’t practical. But the fact that there was no technology at all, coupled with the antique feel of the place, made you feel like it wasn’t just a personal preference. Rather, it didn’t seem like there was any technology to make use of.

So, not only did you not die that day, but you seemed to have woken up in a completely different time period. How the fuck?

“I can’t believe this is actually happening,” you mumbled in bewilderment. “Sure, the isekai trope is super common in media, but I never thought it could be real. So, this is like reincarnation? Except I’ve been reincarnated as... myself. In the past, no less.”

It was only then that you vaguely recalled that strange voice in your head back when you were dying in the hospital bed. At the time, you’d been so desperate to stay alive that you said you were willing to do anything. Had some higher deity actually heard you and answered your calls by giving you a new chance at life? If so, that was...

“Fucking epic!” you cried out, fist-pumping the air. “I’m actually alive, and I’m healthy! And apparently rich too? This is awesome!”

You didn’t care if this really was all a dream. At this point, you’d take even an extremely vivid dream if it meant you could experience life as a normal, able-bodied person. There was no point in questioning too much and feeling panicked over this situation. It was your new reality, and already much better than what you’d had to endure in the past.

Feeling immensely grateful and much more at ease about the whole thing, you decided to familiarize yourself with your new environment and get your bearings while you were at it.

During that time, you managed to acquire some information without coming across as too suspicious (you hoped).

Firstly, you were apparently the daughter of nobles. Your father was a baron, and your mother, his baroness. From what you could recall in your high school history classes, as far as nobles went, it was one of the lowest ranks. But who really cared about all that petty nonsense when you were clearly wealthier than you ever needed and could live out a happy life?

Secondly, apart from your vastly improved health, everything else seemed to be mostly the same as in your previous life. You still looked to be about twenty years old, your parents still had the same personalities—apart from acting a bit more formally according to their positions—and it didn’t seem as though anyone realized you were acting that much differently than normal, which meant that the “you” of this universe was still, well, you—just in a different timeline.

You didn’t get reincarnated and put into some stranger’s body. You’d literally gotten a fresh start to properly enjoy the rest of your life, which was better than you could have ever asked for. The only thing that would have been more ideal was somehow making a miraculous recovery back in your original timeline, but even modern science had failed to save you.

One way or another, you’d avoided death. Sure, it would probably take a bit of getting used to not having convenient devices like phones and computers, but if it meant that you could finally be healthy and happy, it was truly a small price to pay.

And lastly, but certainly not least, you were now free to do all the things you couldn’t do before.

What came to your mind right away was taking the time to enjoy your new, healthy body. You did so by running around in the grass in the courtyard—yes, you had a courtyard. It was so incredibly blissful and cathartic that it almost couldn’t be put into the words. The sensation of the fresh air filling your lungs and the sunlight warming your cheeks... it was enough to bring tears to your eyes. You kept running and running, still with plenty of stamina left over. It must’ve been years since you’d been able to run like this.

“Oh, Lady [Name],” the maid called out to you with a weary expression. Her name, from what you’d gathered, was Lizbell, and it seemed that she was your personal maid, based on how she kept following you around all over the place. “I’m glad that you seem to be in very high spirits, but you really shouldn’t be running outside like that in your nightgown. Come, at least change into some comfortable clothing first.”

You looked back over your shoulder, grinning widely. “Sorry! I just can’t help it. I’ve got so much energy, I don’t know what to do with it!”

“That’s very nice. But do you mind changing out of the nightgown? A young lady like you shouldn’t be seen in such a state of undress.”

“Eh, maybe later. I’m gonna run some more now!”

“No, wait—!”

It was clear that she was getting exasperated with your antics, but you were far too excited to feel bad about it. Never in a million years could you have imagined your frantic plea for a new chance at life actually being answered. For once, the universe was smiling down upon you.

You stayed out for a while longer, up until you started to reach the end of your energy reserves. Sure, you had a nice healthy body now, but it wasn’t as if you were superhuman. Now that you had been blessed with such a constitution, you were going to do your damn best not to squander it, especially since you found yourself in an age of far less advanced medicinal practices.

After running around, you were pleased to find that a big, hearty breakfast had been prepared for you. The sight alone had you salivating. Everything looked so good. Back in your previous world, you’d been kept on a strict, bland diet due to your weak immunity. Having the chance to eat delicious food without any consequences really was a miracle.

“Dis ish sho good,” you half-sobbed, stuffing your face without caring how unappealing you looked at the moment.

Once again, Lizbell let out a sigh. “Good heavens... I know you enjoy your food, but there’s no need to devour it like that. Were you really that famished? Please take it slow. Your meal isn’t going anywhere.”

Obviously, you couldn’t tell her that it had been years since you’d eaten anything as palatable as this. Actually, had you ever eaten something so delicious? This meal had clearly been prepared by the well-trained chefs working in the manor. It was probably the equivalent of a fancy gourmet meal, and you’d certainly never had one of those before.

You’d really struck gold here, that was for sure.

Breakfast was incredible, and better yet, you didn’t feel sick after consuming it. You stood up from the dining table, stretched out your arms, and sighed happily. This was almost too good to be true. And being placed in a different time setting was amazing in its own respect. This was basically like time travelling, getting to experience all sorts of unique things from the past.

Still, it would probably be best to find out a bit more about where exactly I am.

Funnily enough, right as you had that thought, your parents walked into the room.

“[Name],” they beamed. “Good, you’ve finished breakfast. A bit later than usual, since you ran around for so long. You’ve woken up with quite a bit of energy today, hm?”

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it,” you laughed.

“Well, now that you’ve eaten, would you like to go into town together with us? We can enjoy a nice walk, and we were hoping to stop by the tailor to get some new clothes fitted anyhow. If you come with us, you’re free to pick out whatever trinkets you like.”

Bless your parents. No matter the time or place, they were still as lovely as ever. This was good for them, too. At least here in this world, they wouldn’t have to live on mourning your death.

“Okay!” you beamed. “I’ll come with.”

And so, you took a trip in a carriage all the way into town. The carriage ride was a bit bumpy and uncomfortable, but a new experience in its own right. Cars were easily more convenient, but again—you would trade all of that in a heartbeat for your new body.

The town was certainly bustling, alright. Unlike in a modern setting, there were probably a limited number of places where so many people would gather and buy or sell things. But all of it was rather refreshing. Back in your previous life, you were used to seeing people travel around in a hurry, irritated by their long shifts at work and eager to get home already. People back there were used to working themselves half to death, but here, everything seemed to move at a much slower pace, and people actually looked like they were enjoying their lives.

Science and technology certainly made things more convenient, but none of that really guarantees happiness, huh?

You could definitely get used to this. A novel setting, a healthy body, and countess possibilities.

Clearly, you were quite distracted by all the new sights, because you accidentally bumped into someone on the street.

“Oops,” you blinked. “Sorry about that. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

You turned towards a man with a very handsome face. As in, supermodel handsome. He had raven black hair and yellow, snake-like eyes. And those eyes were currently glaring a hole into you.

“Can’t you pay attention?” he snapped. “You’ve gotten dust on my coat.” He proceeded to gesture towards the coat in question, as if there was some sort of damage there that was visible to the naked eye.

He had a rather nasty attitude, which pissed you off. You weren’t going to stand for this when you’d been enjoying one of the happiest days you’d had in a very long time.

Right as you were about to give him a piece of your mind, you heard your parents gasp beside you.

“Please excuse her, Lord Cassius. She tends to get distracted quite easily, that’s all.”

The man, Cassius, by the sounds of it, merely scoffed at you, then walked away. You could hardly believe the nerve of him, not to mention the dramatics. As if bumping into someone ever ruined a person’s clothing.

But for some reason, you were getting a strange feeling. It almost felt like you’d seen him somewhere before, and even his name was giving you a weird sense of déjà vu.

“That guy sure seemed like a dick,” you remarked aloud.

Your mother immediately jabbed you in the ribs. “Language!” she hissed. “You’re just lucky he didn’t stir up any more of a fuss. He’s always so temperamental. Thankfully, we seem to have caught him in a good mood.”

“That was his good mood? Who is he, anyways?”

They both stared at you in disbelief. “You know... all of today, you’ve been acting rather strange. You’ve heard of Cassius Crowe countless times by now. He’s practically famous around the academy. Haven’t you ever spotted him on campus before?”

You’d been so caught up in everything that you’d forgotten to pretend like you had any memories of this place prior to today, but that was hardly important right now, because a weird sense of dread was gradually washing over you.

Cassius Crowe... it can’t be.

“The academy,” you swallowed, no longer caring how suspicious you came cross. “The academy I attend?”

“Yes,” they frowned. “Of course. You were very insistent on enrolling, and it had to be at Zodite’s finest institution. [Name], you’re really starting to concern us now. Have you hit your head? Are you suffering from some sort of memory loss? If it’s serious, please don’t hide it from us. We’ll call a doctor right away and have them check on you.”

They kept rambling on, clearly worried that something might actually be wrong with you, but you weren’t listening at all anymore.

What they’d just said had finally helped you put all the pieces together. Cassius Crowe, and Zodite. Zodite Kingdom, from Zodin’s Benevolence, the most recent dating sim you’d played. You hadn’t been reincarnated into the past, or even into some alternate universe.

You’d been transported into the world of a yandere game. 

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The Price of Success 4

Dark! Peter Parker x Clementine! Reader

Summary: Clementine has fought tooth and nail to achieve her dream of attending a prestigious university. Balancing her demanding workload, a suffocating home life, and financial strain, she’ll do whatever it takes to stay afloat. Enter Peter Parker: wealthy, charming, and unexpectedly fixated on her. When he offers a proposition that could solve all her problems, Clementine reluctantly agrees—unaware she’s stepping into a carefully constructed trap. What begins as a transactional relationship spirals into something far darker as Peter’s true intentions come to light.

Warnings: This story contains dark themes, including manipulation, psychological and emotional abuse, unhealthy relationships, non-consensual elements, obsessive behavior, gaslighting, loss of autonomy, familial neglect, and power imbalances. Please read at your own discretion.

Dividers by @thecutestgrotto

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Peter’s place wasn’t at all what I had imagined—not that I’d given it much thought before. The two doormen at the front should have been my first clue that this wasn’t your average apartment. When he opened the door and led me inside, it felt like I had stepped into one of those homes featured in Architectural Digest. The kind reserved for the ultra-wealthy, not for a regular college student.

The entryway alone was impressive, with sleek marble floors and modern art hanging on the walls. As we walked further, I found myself surrounded by so much space that it was almost unsettling. This wasn’t just an apartment; it was a penthouse.

“Would you like anything to drink?” Peter asked, pulling me from my thoughts. “I’ve got tea, coffee, soda, juice... water?” He gestured toward a hall that seemed to lead to the kitchen.

“Water’s fine,” I said, following behind him, unsure whether I felt impressed or out of place.

“Make yourself at home. The living room’s just through there,” he said, pointing to an open space before disappearing into the kitchen.

The living room was intimidating in its own way. Sleek leather furniture and glass tables gave it a bachelor pad vibe, but the carefully curated touches—plush throw pillows, elegant vases, and soft lighting—hinted that an older woman had been involved in decorating. Maybe his mom or grandmother.

Massive windows overlooked the city skyline, offering a breathtaking view that felt surreal.

“Your place is huge,” I called out, still taking everything in. Did he really need this much space? It felt excessive, even for someone like Peter.

“Yeah,” he said, stepping out of the kitchen with a glass of water in one hand and a mug in the other. “My parents insisted. They were worried about my safety and comfort.”

I raised an eyebrow as I took the water from him. “Comfort? What do they think happens in dorms, survival of the fittest?”

He laughed lightly, settling into the couch, placing his mug onto the coffee table and motioning for me to join him. “Something like that. They wanted me to have my own space so I wouldn’t have to deal with, you know, the usual college stuff.”

I couldn’t help but scoff. “You mean other people?”

“Exactly,” he said with a smirk.

I sipped my water, my eyes wandering around the room again. Everything about this place radiated wealth, from the subtle branding on the throw blankets to the polished wood paneling lining the walls. It was impressive, but it was also a stark reminder of the enormous gap between Peter’s world and mine.

I couldn’t even get my parents to call a plumber to fix the leak in the basement they dumped me in, and here was Peter, living a life of luxury at his parents’ insistence.

“So, what do you think?” he asked, watching me carefully.

“It’s... a lot,” I admitted “Not what I expected.”

He tilted his head slightly. “And what did you expect?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Something more lived-in. This feels like a catalog.”

Peter chuckled, leaning back against the couch. “You’re not wrong. My Aunt May and her decorator had way too much fun with this place. I’m usually always out, so I haven’t really marked this place as my own.”

I nodded, unsure of what else to say. This world he lived in was so far removed from mine that I couldn’t even begin to relate, but at least he seemed self-aware.

As I sank into the couch, I let myself relax for the first time in months.

"Would you like to watch a movie?" Peter asked, his voice casual but his expression anything but. The look in his eyes told me he didn’t want the night to end, and if I were honest with myself, neither did I.

Tomorrow was Saturday, my usual routine of leaving early for the library, attending an afternoon class, and then tutoring Peter himself. For once, the thought of lingering felt more appealing than rushing back home.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked, meeting his gaze.

Peter shrugged, flashing an easy grin. "I’ve got Netflix, Hulu, HBO, Disney Plus, anything you want. And if I don’t have it, I can get it."

I rolled my eyes, smiling despite myself. "Your house, your pick."

"Ah, but you’re the guest, so you have to pick," he countered, his grin widening.

I chuckled softly. "Seriously, I don’t care. I’m just happy to finally relax for once. Whatever you put on is fine with me."

Peter nodded and scrolled through Netflix before selecting something from the top picks. He stood to dim the lights, the glow of his massive TV illuminating the room as he settled back onto the couch, this time a little closer.

I took a sip of my water, setting it on the small end table beside me. For a while, we sat in silence, the sound of the movie filling the space. I felt his arm shift behind me, casually resting on the back of the couch.

I wasn’t oblivious. I knew Peter had an interest in me, it had been clear for some time now. But I also knew it would be in both our best interests to keep him at a distance. Yet, as I glanced over at him, something was different. Maybe it was the soft glow of the screen highlighting the sharp angles of his jawline or the way his smirk tugged at the corner of his lips when he caught me looking.

“What?” he asked, his voice teasing.

I hesitated, my mind racing. Was it the vulnerable place I was in mentally, after months of unrelenting stress? Or was it the fact that, for the first time in a long while, I didn’t feel entirely hopeless?

I decided to set the bait.

And if he didn’t take it, I’d leave.

Leaning forward, I pressed a quick, soft peck to his lips. His eyes widened in surprise, confusion flickering in them as he searched mine for an answer.

I leaned in again, this time lingering a little longer. He hesitated at first, his posture stiff, but then he leaned in too.

Just as I started to pull away, his arm moved from the back of the couch to cradle the back of my head. He deepened the kiss, his other hand sliding to my waist as he pulled me closer. The warmth of his touch contrasted sharply with the cool indifference I’d been holding onto for so long.

For the first time in weeks, I let myself stop thinking.

Peter’s hands slid to my hips, guiding me over him until I was straddling his waist. The shift in position made me acutely aware of the hard bulge pressing against me through his jeans. A mix of nerves and curiosity shot through me, but I didn’t stop. Instead, I shifted slightly, pushing against him experimentally.

Peter broke the kiss with a sharp hiss, his head falling back against the couch. His hands tightened on my hips, holding me still as if he was trying to rein himself in. His breath was uneven, his chest rising and falling beneath me.

"This feels like a dream," he murmured, his voice low and filled with awe, as if he couldn’t believe this was happening.

Leaning forward, I brushed my lips against his ear, my voice a soft whisper. "Then let’s try not to wake up."

His hands gripped me a little tighter, and before I could pull away, he tilted his head back toward me, capturing my lips in a kiss that felt more intense, more consuming. It was as though he was afraid the moment might slip away if he didn’t hold onto it tightly enough.

Carefully, Peter stood, still holding me in his arms, and gently laid me back on the couch, positioning himself over me. His eyes searched mine, almost as if asking for permission one more time without words. I answered by reaching up, pulling him closer, and reconnecting our lips.

Clothes began to come off in a flurry of hurried hands and nervous excitement. When we were finally bare, Peter paused, breaking the kiss to look down at me. His expression was soft, almost reverent, as he traced a hand lightly over my cheek.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice low and steady, but the slightest tremor of vulnerability cracked through.

I nodded, my breath hitching. "Yes."

He let out a deep, shuddering breath, his body visibly relaxing as if he’d been holding in the weight of the world. Then, with deliberate care, he aligned himself and slowly entered me. A gasp escaped my lips, a deep sigh of pleasure as the sensation of fullness took over. His lips found mine again, soft and reassuring, before moving to trail kisses along my jawline and down my neck.

He held me close, his movements tender but deliberate, each stroke sending waves of pleasure rippling through my body. The Netflix movie we’d been watching was now just a forgotten hum in the background, white noise to accompany the symphony of our breathing and soft moans. Peter moved with an unhurried rhythm, his confidence smooth but not overbearing.

I wrapped my legs around him instinctively, drawing him closer, urging him to go deeper. He responded immediately, his pace quickening, his control slipping as his movements grew more erratic. The heat between us built steadily, the pressure mounting with each thrust.

I could feel it. The end creeping closer, a tantalizing edge calling me to leap. My breath came in shallow gasps, my body trembling under his as Peter’s own resolve began to waver. His grip on my body tightened, his head dipping to press his forehead against mine as we both climbed higher, lost in the moment.

When the climax finally hit, it was like a tidal wave crashing over me, leaving me breathless and weightless all at once. My fingernails dug into his back as a sharp cry escaped my lips, my body arching into his. Peter followed seconds later, his own release washing over him with a deep, guttural groan. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his body trembling as he shuddered through the intensity of his orgasm.

We stayed like that for a moment, wrapped in each other, letting the aftershocks subside. Peter lifted his head, his eyes searching mine with a softness that made my chest ache.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle but filled with genuine concern.

Still dazed and recovering from the high, I gave him a dopey smile. "I’m perfect."

He chuckled, the sound low and warm as he leaned down to plant another kiss on my lips. "Yes, you are," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my face before pulling me into his arms.

The next morning, I woke up in Peter’s arms, both of us completely nude. The events of the night before had stretched well into the early hours, culminating in us finally crashing in his bedroom.

Peter held me close, and I found myself focusing on the rise and fall of his chest, listening to the light rhythm of his breathing. Outside of the pleasant soreness in my body, this was easily the best sleep I’d had in weeks.

I turned my head toward the clock on his nightstand. I’d already missed my morning study session, but if I hurried, I could still make it to my afternoon class. Groaning softly, I shifted to sit up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and stretching to shake off any lingering exhaustion.

The movement roused Peter. He stirred, blinking at me groggily before giving me a lazy, lopsided smile.

“Hey, you,” he said, his voice rough from sleep. “How are you feeling?” He stretched his arms overhead, letting out a satisfied yawn.

“I’m feeling great, actually,” I replied, smiling despite myself. “Better than I have in a while.”

“Good to hear.”

He leaned in to kiss my temple, his lips warm against my skin, before pulling back the blanket covering him and hopping out of bed.

“So, I was thinking,” he started, standing stark naked in front of me without a hint of self-consciousness, “we could order in for breakfast. Maybe have a chill morning?”

It was then I remembered my plans for the day. “About that,” I said hesitantly, still clutching the blanket around me, as I stood to face away from him and his nudity. “I actually have to go home and get ready for my afternoon class. And…” I added, pointing toward his general direction with my finger, “we still have a tutoring session later, don’t forget.”

Peter moves to stand in front of me, an amused grin on his face as he stepped closer. “You don’t need to go home for that.”

I raised an eyebrow.

He placed his hands lightly on my hips, making it impossible not to look at his face. “I had Gerald pick up a Plan B pill for you this morning—”

“Wait, who’s Gerald?” I interrupted.

“My butler,” he said nonchalantly. “He’s from a legacy of butlers. He handles the house and anything else I might need.”

I blinked. A butler? A legacy of butlers? How absurd.

“Anyway,” he continued, as though he hadn’t just dropped that bombshell, “he also grabbed some clothes for you, so if you want, you can stay here, take a shower, and head straight to class. The university’s only twenty minutes away on foot, but I can drop you off myself if you’d prefer.” he starts rubbing his thumbs into my hips “Save you about 15 minutes or so.”

“I still need to get my laptop from home.”

“Do you use cloud storage for notes and texts?” he asks

“Well, Y-yeah, b-but.”

“I have iPad’s, laptops, and tablets. Take your pick and just login.”

How convenient. I hesitated, trying to decide if I was comfortable with this level of generosity.

Peter leaned in closer, his hands still firmly on my hips, his face softening into an imploring expression. “Please? Stay for breakfast.”

“I don’t know,” I said, biting my lip. “I don’t want to intrude.”

“You’re not intruding,” he said smoothly. “You were invited.”

When I looked up, he was giving me the most ridiculous set of puppy dog eyes. I sighed, feeling my resolve crumble under his gaze.

“Alright,” I relented, laughing softly. “I guess I can stay a little longer.”

“Perfect,” he said, his grin brightening as he leaned down to kiss me, warm and lingering.

The kiss caught me off guard. It wasn’t like we hadn’t been intimate all night, but something about the softness, the casual affection of it, left me feeling... awkward. Maybe it was because, for all the physical closeness we’d shared, this moment felt unexpectedly intimate in a way I wasn’t used to.

Peter moved toward a drawer near the corner of the room, rummaging through its contents while I stood there clutching the blanket to myself, unsure what to do. He pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, walking back to hand them to me.

“Here,” he said with a small smile. “Figured you wouldn’t want to walk around the house naked.”

I nodded, taking the clothes from him. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” he replied, turning back to find something for himself in the same drawer.

“Uh, Peter?” I started, hesitating.

“Where’s the bathroom?” I added quickly, not wanting him to misinterpret my question. “I need to use the bathroom,” I clarified, hoping to wipe away any doubts about my comfort. I didn’t need him thinking I was regretting anything.

The uncertainty on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by that easygoing grin. He pointed to a door adjacent to the bed. “Right there.”

“Thanks,” I said, shuffling toward it, still clutching the blanket as if it were my armor. I stepped inside, shutting the door firmly behind me and making sure the lock clicked into place before exhaling deeply.

The bathroom was massive, sleek, and impossibly clean—practically showroom-ready, save for a hamper overflowing with clothes in one corner, a toothbrush and toothpaste perched on the counter, and a half-filled garbage bin. The cool marble tiles underfoot and the sheer size of the space made the bathroom look like a utopia.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror above the sink, running a hand through my disheveled hair. For a moment, I let myself take in the surrealness of it all. The previous night, I was curled up on a couch in my parents’ home, dreaming of a way out. Now, I was standing in a bathroom big enough to fit my entire makeshift room in the basement.

I shook my head, pushing the thoughts aside. Dwelling on it wouldn’t change anything. After relieving myself and tidying up, I grabbed Peter’s t-shirt and boxers, slipping them on. They were far too big, but the soft fabric and faint scent of his cologne were oddly comforting.

When I emerged, Peter was sitting on the edge of the bed, now fully dressed in a fitted shirt and grey sweatpants, scrolling through his phone. He looked up when I stepped out, his smile warm and immediate.

“You look good,” he said, gesturing to his clothes on me.

I laughed lightly, tugging at the hem of the oversized shirt. “Thanks. Not exactly high fashion, though.”

“High fashion is overrated,” he quipped. “You pull it off.”

His casual compliment left me a little flustered, but I quickly changed the subject. “So, breakfast?”

“Breakfast,” he confirmed, standing and offering me his hand. I hesitated for a second before taking it, letting him lead me out of the room.

I walked out of my afternoon class and headed toward the campus café to grab a Gatorade, still marveling at the outfit I was wearing. Luxury from head to toe—Prada dress, matching purse, and even a pair of designer shoes that felt like walking on clouds. It wasn’t that I’d never worn or seen luxury items before, but having them bought for me, on a whim, was something else entirely.

When Peter’s butler, Gerald, handed me the bag this morning, I half-expected to find something generic from Macy’s—a simple one-size-fits-all dress. Instead, I’d been met with pure couture, along with a small assortment of fancy shower items, as if I were a visiting dignitary.

Compliments followed me all day, even on a relatively empty campus. A few lingering looks from passing students, nods of approval, and whispered envy. It was new, and while part of me enjoyed it, another part felt a little exposed.

Gerald, for his part, had been exactly what I expected from a butler: stoic and professional. Yet, he had this warmth to him, calling Peter "Master Peter" and me "Miss Clementine," which took me completely by surprise. Hearing someone older and wiser address me so formally was jarring, but oddly, it didn’t feel patronizing. Just... proper.

As I left campus, heading back to Peter’s place for our tutoring session, I heard a familiar beep. Peter was parked at the curb in his car, waving me over.

“You didn’t have to do this,” I said as I opened the passenger door and slipped in.

“Of course, I did.” He grinned, his boyish charm on full display. “Aunt May would’ve killed me if she found out I made a girl walk all the way back to my apartment.”

I couldn’t help but smile.

“Oh, by the way,” he added, “the frat guys found Nikki’s keys. Turns out they were in the punch bowl.”

I wrinkled my nose. “How unsanitary.”

“Tell me about it. But don’t worry, Gerald and I got her car back to her safe and sound. I also grabbed your things.”

He gestured to the backseat, where I saw my bag and some books neatly stacked.

“What about Carrot’s stuff?” I asked.

“Got hers back to her too,” he said nonchalantly.

“How?”

He hesitated, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, Nikki’s address was on her car insurance card. As for you and Carrot, I... might’ve snooped a little to figure out what belonged to who.”

Weird, but practical.

I blinked, unsure how to feel. “I guess I’m just not used to people going out of their way like that.”

Peter’s smile softened. “Well, you should get used to it. Gerald’s cooking steak tonight, by the way. Any chance you’d want to stay for dinner after our tutoring session?”

How odd but steak sounded good. I shrugged. “Sure, why not?”

The tutoring session went smoothly as usual. Gerald busied himself in the kitchen while Peter and I worked through the material at the dining room table. When we finished, I couldn’t resist asking a question that had been lingering in my mind.

“Why do you keep requesting tutoring sessions with me when you clearly don’t need them?”

Peter’s face flushed pink as he fumbled for an answer. “Well—”

“Because of me, Miss Clementine,” Gerald interrupted, appearing with two plates. He set them down in front of us before continuing. “Master Peter is the heir to a very important company, and I believe that no matter how much he may already know, nothing beats consistent practice. In fact, I’m the one who hired you.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Tony Stark didn’t finish school. He seems to be doing fine running, at least half, of the company without all this extra tutoring.”

Gerald placed his own plate at the table and sat down. “What works for one may not work for another, Miss Clementine. Mr. Stark had to step into his role prematurely after the tragic demise of his parents. Had they lived, I assure you, he would have completed his education.”

Peter’s blush deepened, and I couldn’t help but smirk at his embarrassment.

When dinner was finished, Gerald collected the plates, and I packed up my things, returning a tablet I’d borrowed from Peter earlier.

“Why don’t you stay a bit longer?” Peter asked, his voice tinged with something hopeful.

“I need to get home,” I said, though my voice lacked conviction.

“Gerald made banana pudding? ” Peter teased, his grin widening.

From the kitchen, Gerald called out, “Best banana pudding you’ll ever have, Miss Clementine.”

I hesitated. Banana pudding was my weakness, but I didn’t want to overstay my welcome.

“I don’t know...”

Peter’s expression softened. “Look, I don’t mean to pry, but you seem miserable at the idea of going home. Stay here for a bit. You’re not doing anything tomorrow, right? And honestly... I really like the company.”

I raised an eyebrow, pretending suspicion. “Is it just my company you like?”

He flushed again. “Among other things,” he admitted with a sheepish grin, “but yes, your company is at the top of the list.”

I chuckled. “Fine. I’ll stay a little longer.”

The truth was, I didn’t want to go back. After a glimpse of comfort and care, home felt like the last place I wanted to be. And if Peter was offering me an escape, even just for one more night, who was I to turn it down?