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[vanmarkus]

Inspiration Saturday 📸

This wip is loosely based on this post of mine and based on the initial outline I expect it to total out around 20k, but I have like 3 much longer fics on my list before this, so it probably won't be written any time soon, but it wouldn't leave my mind today, so!

After a serious injury on the job, Eddie takes up light duty as the temporary Instagram Manager of the LAFD and even though he's now physically healed, he's still not ready to return to active duty. The job has its perks though; namely the new guy who joined the 118 shortly after Eddie left.

Tags and a longish snippet under the cut 💛

“Hey Diaz, sure you don’t want in on the action instead of playing around with your camera?” Buck asked, lifting his helmet a little, probably to see Eddie better in the harsh sunlight.

He had ash smudged all over his face, giving him a ragged edge that Eddie thought fit him just a little too well. His turnout coat was open, revealing just how tight his shirt hugged his body underneath.

“And what if I prefer the camera?” Eddie asked playfully. “And I told you to call me Eddie.”

“Not until you tell me what it’s short for.” Buck grinned at him teasingly and Eddie clicked the button on his camera again, to capture the way the sun hit his laugh lines; sue him, the man was gorgeous.

Buck had this weird thing for nicknames and though Eddie found it kind of endearing, he didn’t really understand why Buck didn’t just ask the team what his name was if he wanted to know so badly — maybe it was part of some kind of game that Eddie never learned the rules for.

“You know this year’s calendar is coming up.” Eddie said, lowering his camera back down to his chest.

“Yeah? Are you the one shooting it?” Buck stepped in closer, still holding the jaws of life in his hands while everyone continued packing up behind him.

“Why? Would that make you wanna do it more or less?”

Buck chuckled lightly, before swiping a gloved finger across the tip of his nose, leaving yet another black mark there.

“I don’t know. Am I gonna be the only one taking my clothes off?” He raised his eyebrows suggestively and Eddie only had time to roll his eyes jovially before he was cut off by Hen.

“Stop riling up the poor guy and help us put these away, I’m starving!”

“I’m n-not rili—” Buck stammered, all his earlier bravado suddenly gone.

“Come on Buckaroo, it’s lunch time.” Chimney chimed in as well, walking past them and dropping his medkit into the back of the ambulance.

Buck looked back at Eddie and shrugged sheepishly. “Duty calls.”

“Yeah... I gotta upload these too.” He lifted his camera with a sigh, indicating the pictures he just took.

“Well, I hope you got my good side.” Buck smiled at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes and Eddie just grinned back at him.

As if you have a bad side, he thought to himself.

“Buck, come on!” This time it was Bobby who yelled over, so they both knew that they ran out of time.

“Coming!” Buck called back, still not taking his eyes off of Eddie. “Take care, Diaz.” He added gently before he finally turned around and jogged away, leaving Eddie standing in the middle of the road, watching as the engine and the ambulance pulled away.

“Yeah, you too, Buckley.” He mumbled to no one in particular.

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Choosing the Venue

Magic works better in some places than others, and your magicians may have a preference for where they conduct their most sacred, complex ones.

Near a stream

Under a tree

Ley line (invisible energy line running in the earth or the air)

A room with a north-facing window

Temples, laboratories, caves, etc.

With each use, the magic of the location may be accumulate or fade, depending on the nature of the magic.

How to Cast the Circle

The magician may use a ready-made circle:

circular grove of trees

ancient stone circle

circle-shaped floor mosaic/tiles

circular rugs

Or, the magician can create it:

A line drawn in sand

charcoal/chalk to draw on the floor

Stick twigs, icicles in the ground

constructed with bone ash, holy sand, etc.

a ring of light or fire

Clockwise vs. Anticlockwise

The clockwise direction is often used, because it is considered auspicious.

In a historical novel, the word 'sun-wise' may be more appropriate than 'clock-wise'.

Choosing the Time

Certain times of the day/month/year are good for certain spells.

The waxing/waning moon

equinoxes and solstices

Consulting astronomical charts and constellations for auspicious dates

The times of the day (dawn, twilight, midnight, witching hour, midday)

the season/the kinds of flowers that are blooming.

Plot Possibilities

What is the circle breaks in the middle of the spell-casting?

What if the student magician miscalculates the right time/day?

What if two magic circles compete? Can one magic circles dominate the others?

What if a magician needs to cast a spell in an emergency, and there are no ingredients to make a circle?

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[winterandwords]

🗡️ Bridge From Ashes (story summary)

Corruption and cruelty pulse through the veins of an opulent metropolis, where every side is the wrong side and progress is fuelled by exploitation. Too useful for prison and too dangerous for freedom, underworld assassin Rafael Turner is sentenced to serve in a secretive military agency. When a mission to infiltrate a criminal operation drags his past to the surface and someone he thought he’d lost forever unexpectedly returns, how much is Rafe willing to risk to settle old scores and have a chance at a future he’d given up hoping for?

💻 To read online for free, please visit winterandwords.com

✅ GENRE Cyberpunk, neon-noir

📖 AUDIENCE Adult

📝 LENGTH Approx 70k words

👀 VIBE High-rise buildings and low-life scum. Everything hurts, but not enough to feel good. Yes, that’s a gun in my pocket and no, I’m not pleased to see you. If mind control is real, why do I still have to make decisions?

⭐ THE MAIN CHARACTER Rafe Turner is a close-range weapon with a face full of scars. He’s a necessary evil, but all evil is necessary to someone. He knows fear intimately, he wrote the code, and you’re going to tell him the truth whether you want to or not. He’s a hardcore masochist with an addictive personality and a weakness for people with the guts to call him on his shit, not that he’d ever admit it. Anything he’s good at feels like a curse, and the only thing he hates more than the world and everything in it is himself.

💫 THE OTHER GUY Gillen Kane is a god-tier holder of grudges and his trust issues have trust issues. His presence can lower the temperature of a room. Beneath the carefully constructed facade of calm control, he’s extremely fragile and self-protective. Do not disturb; already disturbed. Trauma? What trauma? That’s just who he is. Now shut up and do what you’re told (but please don’t leave).

❗ CONTENT NOTE This book contains themes around human trafficking, as well as exploitation by both criminal and public service organisations. My personal preference is not to linger on details of abuse, so while those events generally occur off-page, I would like readers to be aware that they still form a significant part of the story’s context.

📸 IMAGE CREDIT Original photo by Drew Dizzy Graham on Unsplash, edited under license

[stateofsport211]

US Open XD SF: Taylor Townsend/Donald Young [WC] def. Aldila Sutjiadi/Rohan Bopanna [8] 6-3, 6-4 Match Stats

📸 Eurosport LV

T. Townsend/D. Young appeared more anticipative on return as they noticeably started one of these games with return aces, thus paving the way before going after Dila/R. Bopanna's groundstrokes. Indeed, through their shot winners as well, they contributed to the conversion of 60% of their 5 break points, while Dila/R. Bopanna's 25% break point conversion rate came from the break-back earlier in the first set.

Besides, T. Townsend/D. Young also appeared solid on serve. They won 74% of their first serve points, which helped them relieve some pressures on their serves. However, this left Dila/R. Bopanna's second serves more vulnerable by only winning 39% of their second serve points compared to the wild cards' 68%, which did not help them handling some returning pressure from the American pair.

Starting the finals at local noon in the Arthur Ashe Stadium, T. Townsend/D. Young will face third seeds Sara Errani/Andrea Vavassori, who defeated fellow wild cards Tyra Catherine Grant/Aleksandar Kovacevic 6-3, 7-5 in the semifinals. This could be a send-off D. Young deserved, perhaps with a title, should they maintained the balanced and anticipative play. Should be an intriguing match to begin the day with!

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[ellewritesfix05]

Lost & Found

Characters: Soldier Boy x Reader, Billy Butcher, Hughie

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: SMUT - 18+ ONLY, Minors DNI. Slight fluff, if your squint. Some angst.

A/N: It’s been a while since I’ve been able to get any writing done but have been keeping up with The Boys and am completely obsessed with Soldier Boy so… yeah, this just happened 🤷🏻‍♀️

📸 cred: to rightful owners

Elle’s Library/Main Masterlist

“Hey, Y/N, someone’s looking for you.”

You sigh in frustration for the thousandth time today. What should have been a routine day turned into hell when the idiots at Vought decided to rush the release of merchandise for their latest egocentrically-fueled, completely-cheesy film starring the Seven. As manager of one of the most visited shops in the city, you’re used to chaos but, for whatever reason, today the chaos just seems never ending; running out of merchandise, dealing with annoying customers, resetting all systems due to an unexplainable loss of power halfway through the biggest rush of the day. Just one thing after another, and now… now someone is asking for you. Probably another disgruntled customer losing his shit because you’re all out of Starlight posters for him to jerk off to.

“I’m busy, Joe. If it’s just another asshole whining about us not having something, just send them away.”

“Not just any other asshole, luv,” says a voice with a thick Cockney accent.

Fuck.

“Butcher.” You turn in your chair to face the Londoner leaning against the frame of the doorway with a shit-eating grin that told you he was here to ask you for yet another favor. “You know you’re not supposed to show your mug around here. If anyone at Vought finds out we know each other-”

“I know, I know,” he interrupts. “But, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have a good fuckin’ reason now, would I?”

You glare up at him, waiting for him to state said reason while he just stands there, looking at you expectantly. Rolling your eyes, you stand up and grab your jacket. He wants you to follow him, and while you’re not always so willing to do as he asks, you know he must have a very good reason for coming all the way into the Vought tower merch shop instead of calling you. Whatever it is, it’s good enough to risk your job and possibly both your lives.

You follow him out the back after telling your assistant manager, Joe, to take over for the rest of the day since you had a family emergency. Butcher says nothing as he climbs into his car, and even as he drives out to fuck-knows-where.

After about ten minutes of silence, you can’t stand the suspense anymore, “Okay, out with it.”

He chuckles, “you are an impatient one, ain’t ya?”

“Butcher,” you warn. “I’ve heard nothing from you, or Hughie, or even Frenchie since y’all went legit and now all of a sudden you’re here being all mysterious? Forgive me for being a little impatient with your sorry ass.”

“Alright, fair enough.” Butcher reaches behind you and pulls a file from the backseat of the car, “it’s a long story but, we ain’t legit anymore, turns out Neuman’s a bloody supe, Kimiko’s in the hospital, and we just got back from a little field trip to the former Soviet Union that tore the group apart.”

As he flops the folder down on your lap, you can’t help but be shocked by the information Butcher just dropped on you. True, you’d been through some serious shit with the boys ever since you joined their cause after some asshole C-list supe had decimated your best friend, Ashe, for just being in the wrong place at the wrong time, but after everything, you’d really thought things had turned a corner.

Butcher had found you after you exacted your revenge on Ashe’s murderer and convinced you to join the team. You were apprehensive at first but after thinking about it all - the deaths, the lack of accountability, all the collateral damage that kept getting covered up - you decided to help the cause. It wasn’t a great arrangement; to be honest, everything was shit considering the fact that it took a long time for the boys to warm up to the idea of working with a Supe, even one as half-decent as you, but each time you were able to rid the world of yet another asshole Supe with Butcher’s help, you knew at least you were saving some lives. Which, apart from avenging Ashe, helped you remember why you agreed to be injected with Compound V all those years ago. Though you were gifted with the ability to shoot literal fireballs through your hands, you somehow managed to stay under the radar enough with the morons at Vought that they never really knew of your existence. Or if they did, they didn’t find you threatening in any way. So much so that you’d been able to go nearly 40 years jumping from one job to another within the conglomerate without detection, always using different names and changing certain aspects of your appearance just enough to not raise suspicion. It was this ability to have access to Vought property that had brought you to Bucher’s attention, that and your thirst for vengeance. After years of running with him though, when the Stormfront scandal hit and the group disbanded, you went back to your old ways, having thought that finally things would be better.

You did keep your job with Vought because even as a lowly shop manager, you still had access to certain individuals who could provide invaluable information but over the past few months, having heard nothing but silence from everyone but M.M., you were nearly convinced that the worst was over. Oh well, you should’ve known better.

Still, none of the events that Butcher has just relayed to you explain why he’s come to you only just now. You figure the answer lays in the folder on your lap and when you open it, you understand.

“What is this…” you look through the entire file in disbelief.

The car stops and you look up to find yourself in a motel parking lot, far from the center of the city where Butcher picked you up. You look at him, puzzled, wide eyes silently asking for an answer to the question you’re terrified to ask.

“He’s alive,” Butcher answers and you feel time freeze. There’s a ringing in your ears.

He’s alive. The words dance in front of your tunnel visioned eyes and you feel sick to your stomach. Soldier Boy. Soldier Boy is alive.

No one else knows your connection to the famous superhero - America’s former sweetheart and defender. No one but Butcher.

New York City, 1980

Pain. Spreading throughout your entire body, like an unforgiving wildfire, burning everything in its path. You writhe on the floor, crying out for help, holding on to Ben’s hand for dear life. Though your vision is blurred, you can see him next to you, a smile on his lips as you struggle to breathe. He’d told you, warned you how much it would hurt, but you didn’t care at the time, and even now you try to convince yourself that it’s the right thing. Because it’s the only way to be with him, the only way to stay with him… forever.

Present Day

“But how…? No,” you shake your head, “this can’t be. He was gone, he died, that’s what they all said… the twins, a-and Gunpowder. They grieved him, even Crimson Countess…”

You feel your chest tighten as the air becomes too thick around you, making it hard to breathe. Butcher places a hand on your back, an awkward attempt to soothe the anxiety creeping up on you.

“They lied. There was a plan, they wanted to get rid of’im. He didn’t die, he was taken by the Ivans.” With every word coming out of his mouth, Butcher only makes your world spin more. It doesn’t make any sense, you’d talked to them, all of the Payback team were there at the memorial service, they mourned the loss of their captain. You knew, of course, that they didn’t always get along, especially with Countess since she’d been forced to fake a relationship with Soldier Boy, but they wouldn’t dare try to hurt him. He was too strong, they couldn’t have…

You look down at the picture in the file, and somehow find a way to ground yourself. Anger replaces anxiety, a seething rage simmering under your skin. Those bastards; ungrateful, talentless, useless. They were always jealous of Soldier Boy, it’s no wonder they stooped so low as to team up with the Soviets to bring him down.

“Did you find him?” you ask.

“Y’know, he ain’t no angel neither,” Butcher comments and you look at him angrily.

You do know that, of course you do. It was one of the reasons you’d struggled so much working with the boys. Especially M.M. You knew what happened to his family, you knew what Soldier Boy did to him, and yet you couldn’t help but excuse him in your mind. Yes, Soldier Boy had a dark side to him, but nobody before, and certainly nobody after, loved you the way he did. No one made you feel like you were on top of the world with just one look, no one made your body tremble and your soul reach heaven the way he did. But that wasn’t Soldier Boy, that was Ben; your soulmate, your lover, your everything.

“You don’t know him like I do, Butcher. I know, okay? I know what he’s done but… he’s my Ben and I- I can’t turn my back on him. Just please, tell me you found him.” You know begging is pathetic but if there’s a chance to see him again, you have to try.

Butcher says nothing but nods at one of the rooms in the motel. He takes his phone out and sends a text, and not thirty seconds later you see Hughie come out of the same room. Gathering all your strength, you force your body to get out of the car and go towards the door. Your legs are like lead, each heavy step taking you closer and closer to a moment you never thought would come.

You reach out and grab the doorknob, taking a big breath before turning it and opening the door.

Though he has his back to you, you immediately recognize him. Those broad shoulders, that silky, dirty blonde hair, his laughter as he mocks one of the commercials playing on the small TV. He doesn’t even bother looking back at the door to see who’s come into the room.

You close the door behind you and take a couple more steps, but stop just a few feet short. You can’t get any closer and though you know it's been only seconds, it feels like decades that you stand there before you finally get the courage to speak.

“B-Ben?” you whisper, barely audible but that doesn’t matter because he can hear you. His body tenses up and he stands up immediately, the chair he’d been sitting on falling to the ground. He turns around and you swear he’s gotten even more beautiful than you remember. He hasn’t aged a day, and while you haven’t either, it’s striking; he looks amazing, standing in front of you in a Giants jersey and sweatpants. Looking so normal, so innocent, so… Ben.

If he’s shocked to see you, he doesn’t show it because almost immediately he smiles and crosses the short distance between you. Before you know it, you feel his lips against yours and you can’t help but melt in his embrace. The kiss is rough, bruising, filled with pent-up need. In a flash, he lifts you up and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. Your movements are swift and expertly, your hands tearing at his clothes as he carries you to the creaky motel bed. He practically throws you onto it, you land unceremoniously but waste no time in removing your own clothes as he lifts his shirt over his head. You sit up and reach out, your fingers dancing across his perfect skin. He looks down at you, lust-blown pupils staring as your fingers dip under the elastic of his sweatpants, pulling them down along with his boxers, allowing his impressive erection to spring up against his abdomen. Without hesitation, you lick your lips in anticipation, practically drooling at the sight in front of you.

As his pants hit the floor, you wrap your hand around his shaft, guiding it to your open mouth. Pre-cum leaking from the tip paints your lips, and you feel the weight of his throbbing cock against your tongue. Soldier Boy groans at the sight, but patience has never been his forte and he quickly snakes his fingers through your hair, pulling at the strands as he pushes your head towards him, forcing you to nearly swallow him whole.

He holds you in place, moving his own hips against you, each thrust allowing him to hit the back of your throat, making you gag around him. Your eyes meet his beautifully green ones and you can feel tears beginning to form as he makes it hard for you to breathe. Saliva seeps out the sides of your mouth and Ben groans, this is the sight he missed most. You moan and the vibrations are nearly enough to make him undone but you know he’s only just beginning, your body responds to him on its own accord, as if no time had passed at all since the last time you found yourself in this position. As he finally pulls out of your mouth fully, you gasp, catching your breath while guiding his manhood downwards, slowly making its way down your neck and stopping in the valley between your breasts. He lets go of your hair, his hand sliding down the side of your face, thumb resting against your bottom lip as you push your breasts together, rolling your nipples between your fingertips as he begins thrusting up and down, his cock sliding easily between your tits. His thumb makes its way into your mouth and you suck slightly, all the while looking straight up at him, admiring his features, basking in the glory of the groans of pleasure escaping those perfectly parted, kiss-swollen lips of his.

While he loves the sight and feeling, he can’t wait any longer. He needs to feel your heat around him, needs it more than anything in the world. Before you can react, his hand leaves your face and he grabs your wrists, pulling you upwards so he can push you down on the bed. His body covers yours, his chest against your own, his mouth on your neck leaving angry, visible marks as his hand travels down to your core. Thick fingers slide down your wet center making you moan loudly as he inserts one, then two digits into your dripping pussy.

“Fuck, babygirl,” he groans in your ear, “so fucking tight and wet for me.”

You nod incoherently as he adds yet another finger and begins moving them in and out of you. It’s been so long since you’ve been touched in any way like this. After Soldier Boy’s “death”, it had taken you a while to start dating and when you did, it was always a disaster. No one compared to him, no one even came close; he ruined you for every other man on Earth. And now he’s back in your arms, the one man that knows what makes you tick, how to turn you into a blubbering mess underneath him using only his fingers. Fingers that curl directly against your most sensitive spot with just the right pressure that sends you unexpectedly crashing against your first orgam. It hits like a freight train, just waves of unimaginable pressure washing over your entire being; your eyes roll back against your head and you loudly scream his name. So loudly, you wouldn’t be surprised if they heard you all the way to Vought Tower.

He continues finger-fucking you through your orgasm, never quite letting you come down. Oh how he's missed this, how many times he dreamt of you in this position, beneath him, writhing and screaming his name in pleasure. Sometimes it was the only thought that kept him from going insane every time the Soviets devised a brand new plan to try and break him.

Without missing a beat, he pulls his fingers out of you and presses them against your lips, groaning as you suck your own juices from them, lapping at them like you were starved. He can’t wait anymore, he needs to be inside you. Kneeling on the bed now, Soldier Boy grabs you by the hips, your legs on either side of him and pulls you towards him. He uses your wetness to coat his painfully hard cock and the moment you feel him enter you, you swear you see stars dancing across your vision. He’s big, thick and delicious as he stretches you out.

Soldier Boy throws his head back as he pushes his way inside you, your velvet heat wrapping around him perfectly, like you were specially made for his cock. He takes a moment to revel in the feeling, yet soon his body demands more and he begins thrusting. His hips expertly move against you as he holds one of your legs against his front while the other fondles at your breast. It doesn’t take long for your second orgasm to hit, and when it does your entire body convulses, your hands holding on to the bedsheets for dear life, your back arched and your head thrown back. He loves to watch you cum, loves to see you come completely undone because of him. He loves the feeling of your cunt pulsing around him even more, it's intoxicating really and it’s been so long he knows he won’t be able to last much longer. He needs to cum inside of you, to coat your walls with his seed and make you unconditionally his again.

As wildfire-like pleasure continues to spread throughout your entire body, he keeps thrusting in and out of you, now desperately chasing his own release. He needs it, you can see it in his eyes. And you need it too, you need to feel him let go inside you.

As best you can, you move your hips against his, egging him on until his thrusts are erratic and unforgiving. You can feel him in places you never thought you would again. The bed creaks loudly beneath you, but it’s barely audible in comparison to your combined moans and groans. He’s close now, you can feel his cock throbbing inside you as he nears release when you suddenly hear the sound of wood breaking and feel the bed dip beneath the two of you, the frame being no match for the strength of Soldier Boy’s final push that feels as though he may split you into two, and he growls as he lets go; a deep, guttural sound that fills the air as he fills your insides completely. But that’s not all, the room suddenly becomes a thousand times brighter and you feel an intense heat all around you as his chest illuminates and sends what seems like a supernova against the windowed wall of the cheap motel room. You cover your eyes, nearly blinded by this light and uncover them as you feel him collapse against you.

Perplexed, you look around you and find yourself in full display of the parking lot. Whatever it was that just happened, Soldier Boy destroyed the hotel and what seems like a few cars parked out front. You hear hysterical screams before you see Butcher and Hughie run into your field of sight. Concern is etched in Hughie’s features as he takes in the damage, while Butcher…

Well, fuck. Butcher is definitely going to kill you.

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[skirt-lover311]

⚠️🔞Short Scenery/Imagine🔞⚠️ MDNI

Obey Me! 📸📰The President Of The RAD Newspaper Club Edition📸📰

(Pretty Long for a Short Scenery I'd say...)

Despite the unfavorable opinion about your arrival in RAD as the representative of the human world...

No matter how many times you've approached this demon he only acts coldly before politely excusing himself out of your sight.

He's only doing this because he can't let you see it...

He can't let you see how much he crave, he craves for your touch how somehow touches himself in the middle of the night at the thought of you. This face of unsophisticated manner you've shown to him, driving him to extreme high heights.

And this nickname you given to him...

"Mephie~! Good Morning!!"

"Mephie can you analyze my writing for me? Isn't bad??"

"Mephie is it real that you use magic too? Cause me too Solomon taught me how to properly summon a demon!, isn't that exciting?"

It's indescribably shoot down to his hard cock. He tried to distract himself by writing an article but couldn't focus at the thought of you sucking him off under his desk, raining his cum around your face.

He couldn't really focus, he slammed his fist hot steamed breathe coming out of his mouth.

"That human! They'll pay for what they've done to me...ugh this feeling...its very disgusting!"

...

"Hey!! Mephie" you run towards Mephistoples but before you lunges forward, he gripped both your shoulder and pushed you away, harshly.

He didn't mean to...but he had to do it.

"ARE YOU TOTALLY OUT OF YOUR MIND!? DON'T BE SO FRIENDLY NICE TO ME OR ELSE YOU'LL BE BONES AND ASHES! UNDERSTAND!? NOW GO AWAY MIND YOUR BUSINESS HUMAN"

despite his outburst from frustration he notices your eyes glint in mischief. "Poor Mephie isn't really my fault I'm very sorry~" you slowly approached him, pressing your hand against his groin.

His hardcock pressing against your hand, he hitched and putting a hand on his mouth before glaring at you.

"I'm very sorry I did this to you~ perhaps a apology would work" rubbing your hand against his hardon, smirking at his poor state.

"I DONT NEED YOUR APOLO..gies~ ngh! This is all your fault I wasn't supposed to be like this!" He whined Poor tears formed, his hand gripping your arm but the sensation of your touch is addictive.

"Poor Poor Mephisto~ you must've really desperate aren't you? I could tell..." you giggled then purred leaning against his shoulder biting his ear.

He yelped when you sneakly slip through his pants, through his underwear to his cock, making it free from it restrains.

It sends shockwave through his brain, this feeling... its driving his mind insane. He whimpered before glaring at you mindless grinding against your hand.

"D-Damn you!! Human...~ C-curse y-you AH!"

Despite this behavior, he kept coming back for more.

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Masterlist - mjlovescm

Here is where you can find the links to all my work. It will be updated when needed. Titles marked with 🍋 mean smut and nsfw content.

Series

“So you're the babysitter, huh?” - Completed, Babysitting should have been easy money, but It’s hard to pay attention to the baby. When his older brother is paying way more attention to you.

“She’s an angel”, 🍋 - Completed, The thought of being a virgin in college is terrifying, lucky reuniting with your childhood best friend means he won’t let that happen. Friends with benefits never works in the movies or books or on tv, but it’ll be different this time, right ? Right.

Moodboards

Snowball fights with Rodrick ❄️🎀

Date night with Rodrick means getting high and doing arts and crafts

Oneshots

Makeup sex, 🍋

Something new, 🍋

Stage five clinger

Drum Lesson, 🍋

She keeps to herself

The freak and his cheerleader

Traces of you on my pillowcase, 🍋

Sunday skincare

Burr basket season

Series

“Grey”, 🍋 - Completed, There were many reasons for you to love Fezco. Built trust, a strong connection and a long history. But is all that enough for you to forgive him and start over ?

Oneshots

Growin up - Throwing a birthday party for Ash

Period care - Ash helping on the first day of your period

Swimming lessons

Messy, 🍋

Two green thumbs

Headcanons

Having a baby with Fez

Drabbles

Angels like you

Moodboards

Christmas with the Harrington's 📸⭐️

Oneshots

No more Farrah Fawcett

Basketball practice, 🍋

Oneshots

Late night smoke, 🍋

Tame that mane

While the conditioner sits, 🍋

Oneshots

Sweet and Sour

Silky Smooth, 🍋

Snapshop, 🍋

Oneshots

"Snip, snip"

Oneshots

Just a bet, 🍋

Series

"Flashing Lights", 🍋 - Ongoing, The story of how you and Spencer Reid fell for each other is a rocky one. From the sweet beginnings of an odd pair to the tough obstacles the two of you face. Your relationship was a roller coaster of emotions. Determined to make it work despite the strong disapproval of your best friend Sydney. You were ready to ride through the highs and lows. But dark secrets lie beneath the surface of your relationships. Ones that Spencer and Sydney have been keeping from you. Will you and Spencer be able to make it work despite the circumstances and find a way back to each other? Or will your love story end in tragedy?

Moodboards

Been thinking about sugar daddy Spencer 🤭🤭

Holiday shopping with sugar daddy Spencer 🛍️💳

Oneshots

Illicit affairs

Being with Spencer means getting lover letters on the regular

Everything on your wishlist

Headcannons

Girl Dad

Oneshots

Seashells by the Seashore

Headcanons

Rotxo being sweet to sully!reader

Oneshots

Headcannons

Hypersexual Jake Sully

Oneshots

Bad words

Headcannons

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↝ Chapter 24📸: Y/N and Bakugo talk and Bakugo is soft and things get steamy

↝ Chapter Warnings: 18+, suggestive language, swearing per usual, smut, sir kink, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, choking, begging, smut is under keep reading line, filth just pure unadulterated filth🤷‍♀️

↝ Word Count: 3.3k+ (obviously got a lil carried away💀)

↝ A/N: Hiya!! I decided to make the written talk a reality. It ended up being more smut than a talk but it izz what it izzz🥴 I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and we’ll be back to our regularly scheduled smau next update. This choater is edited but I suck at editing so sorry for any mistakes!!

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Bakugo stares at his phone for a solid 3 minutes. He had just gone to bed and was on the brink of falling asleep when your message tone went off. The moment you told him that you needed space he changed your tone to something specific so he wouldn’t miss anything. He was silently praising his past self for that because if it had been anyone else, Bakugo was ready to ignore the message until the morning.

Reply you dumbass!

A voice in the back of Bakugo’s mind screamed at him. With shaky hands he quickly types out ‘be there in a couple minutes’and rolls out of bed with a speed he usually only saves for missions. Bakugo has half the mind to just run over to your place in his boxer-briefs but ultimately decides that it isn’t late enough for that, there is still the possibility of him running into someone in the hallway. Aggressively pulling his drawer open, Bakugo grabs a pair of sweats and shoves them on.

The explosive man grabs a black tank top he had hanging on the foot of his bed frame. Bakugo pulls the article of clothing on while making his way to the front door. Not even bothering with shoes he pries his front door open and exits the apartment with a slam of the door.

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You stare at the message sent back to you. You weren’t expecting such a quick response. Two minutes. You can do this. You know what you’re going to say to him. You know that you trust him enough to know there must be an explanation. There had to be right? You’ve been stewing on this for the last week and a half and the more you think about it the more your anxiety heightens. So you decided maybe it was finally time to talk to the man.

You're pulled from your thoughts and slightly startled by 3 loud and frantic knocks coming from the other side of your front door.

I can do this.

Taking a deep breath you get up from your seat on the couch, careful not to wake up the small creature curled up next to you. You smile fondly before making your way to the front door. One more deep breath then you gently open the barrier between you and the man that has been plaguing your thoughts for the past 9 days.

When the door is opened you’re face to face with Katsuki Bakugo and he looks like a beautiful mess. His spikey ash blonde hair is flattened in some spots and sticking out in others. You notice that his breathing is ragged and his under eyes have bags and dark circles. Frankly it looks like he had gotten into a nasty fight with a villain and got punched in both eyes.

“Y/N.” The explosive blonde breathes out.

You blush at the way he says your name and remember the effect this man truly has on your heart, among other things. “H-hi. Uh… Come on in.”

You move to the side and the hero walks in and just stands there awkwardly. You close and lock the door. You don’t turn around, staring at the cracking white paint and tacky gold door knob as you try to calm the butterflies swarming in your stomach. You're so busy with calming your nerves that you don’t notice the small mewl and Bakugo crouching down to greet the curious little kitten.

Bakugo once again brings you out of your thoughts. “When did you get this lil guy?”

You turn around to see Ren nuzzling his little fluffy face into Katsuki’s large hand. Honestly the little creature could probably fit comfortably in the palm of the hero’s hand. You smile at the endearing sight and thought. “I found him on a walk a couple days ago. I looked to see if he was missing but I think he was either abandoned or a stray. His name is Ren.”

Bakugo hums. “Hi there little Ren.” He coos to the baby cat.

“Do you- Do you wanna move to the couch?” You say, still staring at Ren purring.

Katsuki’s hand stills at your words and Ren looks at him curiously. The man scoops up the kitten and stands up. He looks at you from his shoulder. “Yeah. Sounds good.”

Sitting down you find yourself wringing your hands together. Bakugo notices and reaches over to place a hand on yours. You peer up at him and it’s like he’s staring into your soul, taking a peek at your innermost self, with how intense his gaze is. Then he goes to say something , opening his mouth but you swiftly cut him off with your own words.

“I’m sorry!” You didn’t mean for it to come out so loudly but Bakugo doesn’t seem fazed by the volume of your voice. He just looks confused.

“Why are you saying sorry? That should be my line.” Bakugo chuckles nervously, not knowing what else to do

What does take the explovie blonde by surprise is when you move your hands to grasp his large one that was still resting near you. You gently caress the top of his hand with your thumb and rather look at him you watch your own actions. You let yourself move without really registering what you were doing. You surprised yourself too.

“I need to apologize for taking so long to process things. I know you’re not the most patient person and I honestly could have talked to you when I came back home two days ago but I wanted more time when I didn't really need it and that was selfish because I know you must have been losing your mind.”

You finally look up to find a rare soft smile resting on the hero's face. Something you realize only you ever really got to see and that made your heart flutter a beat faster. “I don’t wanna hear you apologize. I’m the one that screwed up here. I was trying to be your hero and decided for you that you didn’t need to stress over Camie’s most likely empty threat. I should’ve told you about the meeting and what she said to get me to meet with her. I wasn’t thinking straight. All I knew was that I had this overwhelming urge to protect you from my psychotic ex. I felt responsible for all the shit I was putting you through because I was the one that dated Camie. I was the one she was really after.” Bakugo starts to wring the neck of his tank top with his free hand. It’s like he’s trying to stop himself from clawing at his chest.

You look at his face once again and realize why he’s acting so desperate. Here, sitting in front of you, was the strongest man you had ever met and he was on the verge of tears. You could see the guilt and regret swimming in his ruby eyes. Your heart breaks a little to know that he has probably been struggling just as you have these past 9 days. You make the decision in that moment that there was no way Bakugo did anything wrong. He was being so earnest and open with you and has been that way from the start of this whole affair.

You let go of Bakugo’s hand and move closer to him on the couch. Straddling the blonde you sit on his lap and caress his cheeks that are now in your hold. Your smile is sad but soft as you look at the broken man in front of you. “Lucky for you it isn't too late to tell me what happened. I trust you, Katsu. You’ve never given me a reason not to.”

Something in the man changes when you use your endearing nickname for him. He takes a shaky breath and explains what happened. Everything from Camie threatening to report you to the Hero Commission to using her quirk on the reporters to her psychotic messages. You listen carefully and drink in every single word he has to say.

“So she wants to report me to the Commission huh?” You frown at this new information.

“Yeah. The only way to get her to back off, according to her, is to break things off with you. I’ll be damned if that happens.” Bakugo holds onto your hands which are now resting on his extremely toned chest.

“I figured as much. I sort of realized that could have been why you were with her when I texted Shindo last week. She filed a harassment complaint against her and I almost said I was surprised she hadn’t reported me to the commission yet but you just confirmed my suspicions.”

Bakugo smirks. “You’re one smart cookie y’know that, Sweet Cheeks?”

You laugh softly and crack the first genuinely happy smile in over a week. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Katsu.”

The hero chuckles and moves his face closer to yours before his gaze flickers to your lips. “I missed ya, Princess.”

“Missed ya too-” You’re promptly cut off by Bakugo’s lips crashing into your’s.

God how you missed him and how safe he made you feel. His movements are slow and almost calculated, like he didn’t want to scare you off considering he just got you back. You reassure him that you aren’t going anywhere by fisting the cloth of his tank top and bringing him impossibly closer to you. A surprised grunt is released from the back of Bakugo’s throat and you smirk into the kiss. Feeling daring you open your mouth and swipe your tongue along his lips.

You hear a rumble from Bakugo’s chest and realize he’s chuckling. Despite being amused by the slight desperation of your actions, Bakugo still allows you entrance. Your tongues dance together before the hero’s dominant side overpowers him and he takes control of the situation. His hand which has been resting on your hips up until now grabs a hold of your hair while the other arm slithers around your waist. He then abruptly stands up, still holding you in his arms. You instinctively tighten your legs around his waist and squeak into his mouth. The hand Bakugo has entangled in your hair tugs you away enough to part your lips.

You let out a breathy whine, disappointed by the loss of contact. Bakugo Chuckles. “You really wanna do this, Angel? Because if you don’t wanna go further I need you to tell me now. Because if we get started I don’t know If I can stop.”

“Please. I want you- need you, Sir. Please keep going.” You shamelessly whine.

Bakugo’s eyes dilate and he growls at your concession. “God you’re too good to me, Angel.”

Bakugo swiftly turns and lays you on your coffee table. You hiss at the sudden cold sensation on the skin left exposed by your cropped cami. The intrusion is quickly forgotten by Bakugo kissing your exposed inner thighs. He’s taking his time, kissing, nipping, sucking, biting and even licking both carefully. By the time he’s happy with his work you're writing with want. The desire to have all of him has completely overtaken your senses.

Bakugo chuckles darkly at your neediness. “Y’know, I couldn’t take my eyes off your legs since you opened the door, Angel.” Bakugo roughly flips you around so that you’re on your ass is up and your face is down against the table. You sway your ass slightly and Bakugo smacks it roughly but is quick to massage the stinging area afterwards. You moan at the sensation.

“And your ass… Looks so good in these shorts. Almost like you wanted to tease me. Is that what you were doin’, Angel? Were you teasin’ me?” Bakugo smacks the other cheek as if to emphasize his words.

“No, Sir. I promise I wasn’t teasing you! Just wanted you to have something pretty to look at.” You coo looking over your shoulder while batting your eyelashes.

“Well you didn’t disappoint my pretty baby, but I think you would look even prettier without these on.” Katsuki takes hold of the waistband of your shorts and drags them down your ass and thighs along with his nails raking right behind. You hiss again but this time it’s from the pleasure of the stinging sensation.

You hear a groan come from behind you and that’s when you realize that you had opted for no panties tonight. You smirk to yourself and shake your ass while letting out another whine. “Please, Sir…”

Bakugo clicks his tongue. “Please what pretty baby? Tell me what you want.”

“I-I want you to suck on my clit. Please, Sir. I need your mouth.”

“Such a good girl. You want my fingers too, Angel?”

“Fuck yes please. Want you knuckles deep in my pretty pussy please.” You hear a dark chuckle from behind you but don’t have time to think too much about it. You gasp in surprise at the sudden kitten lick. Bakugo complies with your begging and starts to suck roughly on your clit. You moan and the hero takes this opportunity to shove his middle and ring fingers into your mouth. He quickly instructs you with one word, “Suck” and you do. You swirl your tongue around his digits just like you would his cock.

“Fuck, Angel. Bet you’re imagining my fingers are my cock huh? I think that’s good enough. Such a pretty baby doin’ what I ask.”

You moan again when Bakugo’s lips attach back to your Clit. This time however you feel his newly lubricated fingers circling your entrance. You’re about to wine when his fingers suddenly enter you all the way. You cry out in pleasure. The mixed feelings of your bundle of nerves being played with and the pumping of Bakugo’s thick digits is almost too much for you to process.

“Oh my fuck, Katsu~” You moan out loudly.

Bakugo hums and the vibrations go straight to your clit and you moan, incoherently this time. Bakugo’s rhythm begins to get sloppy and you look behind to see the blonde’s free arm moving up and down at the same speed of the fingers going in and out of your pussy. He’s obviously stroking his cock and something in you snaps and it’s almost like you go feral.

You moan loudly and you can feel yourself tightening around Katsu’s fingers. “Katsu~ Holy fu- I-I’m so close~” You practically scream the last word moaning the rest of the sentence.

Suddenly all of Bakugo’s actions are halted, even the hand he had working on himself. You whine and shake your ass needing the feeling of the hero filling you back up. A firm smack is landed on both cheeks of your ass and then skilled fingers work away the stinging.

“Don’t worry, Angel. Just want you to cum on my cock. Can ya do that for me, pretty baby?” He flips you around so that you’re face to face with the man that is flooding all of you thoughts at this moment.

“Yes, Sir, please I need your cock. Fills me up so good, please.” Bakugo smirks at your begging and drops his sweats, his tank top already had been discarded some time ago.

You practically drool at the precum dripping from the tip of his cock. You look up at him and Bakugo almost cums right then and there. He thinks you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen at this very moment with the fucked off feral look in your face and eyes and your naked body on display just for him. Your hair is a gorgeous mess from him tugging at it earlier.

Then Bakugo realizes something and his face immediately drops. “Shit, Angel. Please tell me ya got condoms laying around somewhere in this apartment.”

You smirk. “Nightstand drawer.”

“Fuck you’re my savior, Sweet Cheeks.” Bakugo then picks you up and manages to finesse his way to your room while making out. He throws you onto you bed and shuffles around in your nightstand till he finds what he’s looking for.

“Thought you haven’t had sex in 5 years, Princess, why do you have these?” Bakugo teases.

You roll your eyes. “I got them when we started dating. Thought they would come in handy. You’re welcome.”

The vermillion eyed man growls at you and rips the package open and skillfully rolls the condom onto his still very hard dick. Bakugo roughly takes you by the hips and drags you to the edge of the bed. You’re still wet from earlier and Bakugo easily enters you in one swift moment. You both moan at the feeling of finally having him inside of you. Bakugo starts off slow but his thrusts are still very firm.

You moan loudly at the sensation of being slammed into and his pelvis slapping against your clit, stimulating the bundle of nerves. “F-faster please, Sir, need mo- Fuck!” You cut yourself off and scream in rapture when Bakugo immediately fulfills your wanton request.

“Mmm fuck, Angel. You feel so damn good. Can feel you tightening around me. God you're so good, such a pretty pussy baby.” Bakugo’s incoherent dirty talk falls on deaf ears as the stimulation from everything starts to become too much. The blonde leans over and wraps his hand delicately around your neck and applies just enough pressure to have your head spinning in even more excitement.

The best you can give him is a moan that makes your eyes roll back, mouth form an “O” shape and tongue lull out of your mouth slightly. Bakugo is moaning increasingly more by the second and you can feel him twitch inside of you which makes your velvety walls contract on his length in the most delicious way.

You were both obviously close but Bakugo wants to hear you say it so he removes his hand from your throat. “Fuck. I’m close, Princess. Are you gonna cum for me, Baby? Can feel your pretty pussy fluttering around my cock. You’re close aren’t ya?”

“Yes, ohmygod, fuck yes~” You moan loudly as Bakugo picks up his speed and you come undone immediately.

“Fuck Katsuki! I’m gonna cum-I’m so close- so close! I’m coming, fuck!” You moan loudly and grip the sheets as your body arches off the bed and your toes curl. Your whole body is hot with euphoria.

In the distance you hear Katsuki moaning out curses and releasing into the condom. Your mind is fuzzy and everything is blurry. You have never climaxed so intensely before and if it wasn’t for how tired you were you would be embarrassed by just how fucked out you felt.

Luckily for you Bakugo noticed how tired you seemed to be. He walked into your bathroom to wet a towel with warm water. Walking back to your room Bakugo cleans you up. You manage to hum in appreciation at his actions. The hero discards the towel in your dirty laundry basket and sets you under the covers of your bed. Before he can move one single word leaves your mouth and Bakugo can’t even comprehend how one word could make him so happy.

“Stay.” You squeak out.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere. Just gonna get your clothes from the living room so we can get you dressed before going to sleep okay?” Bakugo watches as your eyes continue to droop sleepily.

You hum in response and the hero quietly gathers your clothes after putting his underwear back on. Shutting everything off he tiptoes back to your room and to find you peacefully asleep already. He smiles fondly at your form and carefully dresses you before slipping into the spot next to you. Instinctively you roll over and nuzzle yourself into Katsuki’s chest with a small content smile.

Bakugo smiles widely and places a kiss to the top of your head.

“Sweet Dreams, Angel.”

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↝ Say Cheese📸 Synopsis: Y/N is a professional photographer for pro heroes and a good one at that. She excels in her work, it doesn’t hurt that her quirk is full body lens. Bakugo Katsuki is number 12 in the hero charts and still climbing. With just having opened up his own agency, Bakugo is forced to start thinking like both a celebrity and a businessman. What happens when Y/N is invited to do a shoot for an explosive hero that hates getting his picture taken?

↝ Pairing: Pro Hero!Bakugo Katsuki x fem!reader

↝ Genre: Social Media!AU, Pro Hero!AU, Crack, Fluff, Angst, Smut

↝ Story Warnings: Some chapters will be 18+ and will be marked so, Smut, Suggestive, Swearing, All characters are aged up, Mentions and use of substances,  I don’t have this whole SMAU planned out yet so if there are anymore warnings I will add them both to the masterlist and the chapter.

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Living in the shadow of Vesuvius two thousand years ago. Anima Vesuviana

Vesuvian Land, a land made of lava, stories, and dash barefoot on lapilli. The paradox of a land that has become eternal. Let's get to know it. Anima Vesuviana

Living in the shadow of Vesuvius two thousand years ago

A few kilometers from Pompeii, in today's Torre Annunziata, we find the "Villa di Poppea" or "Villa A," an extraordinary residential complex dating back to the 1st century. BC, which overlooked the Gulf of Naples.

We head to the villa, covered during the eruption, crossing a long staircase carved out of volcanic material.

But ash, pumice, lapilli, and mud soon give way to pomegranates, roses, and frescoes with still vivid colors.

We enter from what once was the large garden of the villa to reach the glimpse seen in the photo by crossing the long colonnades, the immense atrium, and the representative chambers.

The entrance leads to several rooms whose layout is not very regular due to the different changes the villa went through up to 79 AD, which modified its original layout. For this reason, it is possible to see paintings that fall within the different Pompeian styles inside.

Once inside, right before our eyes, opens one of the most evocative views of the complex. We are inside a large representative hall with its floor decorated with opus sectile (inlays of colored marble) and probably with marble slabs on the walls with a white background.

We are faced with a succession of Viridaria, completely frescoed and uncovered rooms that host Mediterranean and exotic essences.

On the wall, we admire gushing fountains, birds of all kinds, and many different plants that mix with the real ones planted right in the center of the room. So it is a captivating game between illusion and reality that we can even hear the chirping of the birds we see painted, the water flowing into the immense swimming pool next door.

We see the sunlight strike them as we walk around, making the paintings come alive. It is a miracle that the light is back to shine on these paintings swallowed by "black mud."

Once again, we can imagine owners strolling in the shade of the great plane trees or feasting among the exquisite Pompeian-style paintings that adorn these halls.

And We hear their sounds, their voices, the life that still permeates these millenary walls.

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📸 'Terra Vesuviana, Pompei : La cd. Casa di Paquius Proculus a #Pompei

📸 'Terra Vesuviana, Pompei: Villa dei Misteri!

📸 'Terra Vesuviana, Pompei: Anime Vesuviane!

📸 'Terra Vesuviana, Pompei: La "Casa degli Amorini Dorati" at Pompeii Archaeological Park!

📸 'Terra Vesuviana, Pompei Parco Arceologico: La "Casa di Marco Lucrezio o delle Suonatrici" sulla Via Stabiana!

📸 'Terra Vesuviana, Pompei Parco Arceologico: La "Casa della Venere in conchiglia"

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source Anima Vesuviana is at Torre Annunziata - Villa di Poppea - Scavi Oplontis.

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okay, yeah, no, candy is definitely hyunjin.

i literally almost dropped my phone during chapter 17 because i thought it was seungmin at first, but then i realized that hyunjin said he lost his phone. also, that little detail about heartful arts 👀 and then ofc, i read chapter 18 where hyunjin said seungmin gave hyunjin his phone back.

of course, there's always a possibility all of this is a red herring and that i have thoroughly fallen for the trick, but let's not think about that 😀

something about felix getting into hyunjin's phone makes me nervous, though. if he went through his camera roll, he most definitely went through his messages. if hyunjin really is candy, then that means felix knows that. he might disregard it because he doesn't really know that yn is chocolate, but we can't even be sure of that, either. for all we know, felix took hyunjin's phone to try and make sure hyunjin didn't know his art was being stolen and now somehow knows everything about candy and yn and hyunjin. i wish we knew exactly when his phone went missing, though, because that would give us some answers about yn and felix's exchange at the party and what it means.

also i lowkey think seungmin is felix's partner in crime...?? unless it's a character that hasn't been introduced yet, but i think out of the characters we know so far, it's most likely to be seungmin. or wonpil. those are my two main candidates but seungmin likes hyunjin and he rly has no motive for selling his art but i feel like there has to be some significance to him being at the party and aCK- this is so fun but it makes my brain hurt >.< yk that meme of the guy in front of the bulletin board with a crazy look on his face? that's me rn 😭

why is jisung kinda being pushy tho 🤔 at any other time i'd adore him for trying so hard to understand and help his friends, but rn everybody is sus :D jisung running around to find his friends?? or running around to snatch some art 🤔🤔🤔 nah but jisung is still on the good list tho, im just over sleuthing. (right????)

yk what really rubs me the wrong way, though? the way hyunjin treats his friends. i mean, okay, sure, fine. let's say hyunjin has a reason for hating yn (boI WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE DESTROYED YOUR FAMILY ??????????) why is he being such a dick to his friends?? that's honestly a huge red flag for me in general when observing others as just the type of people they are- i watch how people treat their friends and the people they surround themselves with. i absolutely hate the way hyunjin treats jisung and seungmin; it's so toxic.

also poor jake :( poor lia :( poor ryujin :( that situation is such a mess and i feel so bad for them

the little moment between seungmin and yn tugged on my heart a little. they had such a huge impact on each other's lives, whether they want to admit it or not, and i love their relationship. also there's just so much to unpack with seungmin hehe it's so fun

AND WHOAAA JAE KNOWS HE KNOWS OMG HE KNOWS SDGHJLKJFA AKWARRDDDDDDDD NOT THE KIDS BOLTING OUT OF THERE LMFAO

sorry for disappearing for a couple days D: but i loved the updates! i hope you're taking care of yourself!! hope to talk to you soon, ash <33 lysm!

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JSHWJSHS who knows though 🤷‍♀️ seungmin definitely had two phones during that moment so~ it could've been his 🤔

JSHWJHSSHS when have i ever tricked you guys 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

atp, i feel like even if felix didn't get his hands of hyunjin's phone, he'd still be knowledgeable about everything. he literally gives off the vibes. it's kinda like, even if he doesn't know anything, he'll act like he does and then catch you in 4k 📸. but now that he got the extra leverage of information by getting the phone, he seems even more dangerous now no? but dw, he hates getting involved remember~ also trying to understand felix and his motives is a chore 🤷‍♀️ even y/n gave up already.

pls i know that meme 💀💀 but yeah, it's hard to think of it no? so many possible people. but in the first place, you might've forgotten that seungmin is a hustler (dealing drugs) because he doesn't want to get a lousy part time job. this implies that he does need money and would go to illegal measures to acquire it. on the other hand, perhaps it's also wonpil's influence 🤔 we did get the tidbits where wonpil used to be the wild child back in his day. plus, i've never established anyone as a rich person in this fic (as of yet) except for jae. anyone or everyone needs money. they're all broke college kids 🤷‍♂️

i kinda feel for jisung, he just came to the party to have fun with his friends and he ended up being alone and taking care of people and looking for his friends 😭. but yk what's also the thing with getting left alone is that there were no eyes on him 🤔🤔🤔 hmmm

i don't think he's necessarily being a dick. we've only ever seen him get mad whenever it involves y/n. aside from that, he treats them normally (though a bit assertive). he even keeps photos of them 🤧✨ but even still, we're yet to see the full hyunjin uwu. take for example seungmin: if hyunjin is truly toxic, a person like seungmin wouldn't have a reason to stay. seungmin is someone who knows his worth yet he still takes the effort to understand hyunjin, even if it meant talking to y/n about their history and even sharing a bit of himself to someone who he was dismissive with at first. i'm sure as his longest friend, seungmin already knows most of the meaning behind hyunjin's sharp tongue. i think sometime far into the future maybe once we reach chapter 30-40 we'll see more of hyunjin's pov and whatnot. but for now, we have criminal activities to catch 💪

the ryujin-lia-jake situation— it's def up to them to fix it. it's a bit hard for y/n though because she feels somewhat stuck.

oooh that's a very well said statement :(( they made an impact on each other's lives not just whether they admit it or not—but whether they even know it or not. they have this small connection between them that makes interactions easy and comfortable because they had that childhood history that isn't toxic. they were simply playmates, and wonpil being the nice guy that he is, and also somehow became little y/n's babysitter for a while, that meant she was looked after alongside seungmin and jake as "siblings". they're overall v v cute ♥️♥️♥️

LMFAO THAT DINNER SEQUENCE WAS A HOT MESS PLEASE. seungmin did NOT wanna be there. he was like, peace out ✌️😬. ngl i can relate. i bolt out of every single awkward situation by just walking away, even with family stuff.

dw about it anon! have been becoming busy lately too, thanks for dropping in still and looking forward for the updates! it'll be slower since there's two smaus now but i'm gonna alternate them by week (this week is slc and then next next week will be ehaloj). ♥️

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🔪 Bridge From Ashes (WIP summary)

Corruption and cruelty pulse through the veins of an opulent metropolis, where every side is the wrong side and progress is fuelled by exploitation. Too useful for prison and too dangerous for freedom, underworld assassin Rafael Turner is sentenced to service with a secretive military agency. When a mission to infiltrate a criminal operation drags his past to the surface and someone he thought he'd lost forever unexpectedly returns, how much is Rafe willing to risk to settle old scores and have a chance at a future he'd given up hoping for?

📝 BASICS Working title Project Frequency See tags #bridge from ashes and #project frequency 💕 TAG LIST @drabbleitout @ezestreet @i-can-even-burn-salad @kaiusvnoir @manathen @thegreatobsesso If you'd like to be added to the tag list, send me a message or an ask, or comment on this post.

✅ GENRE Cyberpunk/Neon-noir

📖 AUDIENCE Adult

👀 VIBE High-rise buildings and low-life scum. Everything hurts, but not enough to feel good. Yes, that’s a gun in my pocket and no, I’m not pleased to see you. If mind control is real, why do I still have to make decisions?

⭐ THE MAIN CHARACTER Rafe Turner is a close-range weapon with a face full of scars. He’s a necessary evil, but all evil is necessary to someone. He knows fear intimately, he wrote the code, and you’re going to tell him the truth whether you want to or not. He’s a hardcore masochist with an addictive personality and a weakness for people with the guts to call him on his shit, not that he’d ever admit it. Anything he’s good at feels like a curse, and the only thing he hates more than the world and everything in it is himself.

💜 THE OTHER GUY Gillen Kane is a god tier holder of grudges and his trust issues have trust issues. His presence can lower the temperature of a room. Beneath the carefully constructed facade of calm control, he’s extremely fragile and self-protective. Do not disturb; already disturbed. Trauma? What trauma? That’s just who he is. Now shut up and do what you’re told (but please don’t leave).

📸 IMAGE CREDIT Original photo by Drew Dizzy Graham on Unsplash, edited under license.

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📸 🎥 Eurosport

Meanwhile, in New York...

Wrapping up the US Open were the finals of 5 sectors, with the Women's Doubles final opening the play in the Arthur Ashe Stadium. Sixteenth seeds Gabriela Dabrowski/Erin Routliffe, who notably defeated sixth seeds Taylor Townsend/Leylah Fernandez 2-6, 6-3, 7-6(8) and eighth seeds Su-Wei Hsieh/Xinyu Wang 6-1, 7-6(4) (with Su-Wei being unbeatable in the Grand Slams since her comeback), faced twelfth seeds Laura Siegemund/Vera Zvonareva, who also stunned rising pairing Victoria Azarenka/Beatriz Haddad Maia 5-7, 7-5, 6-4 in a tight contest and Jennifer Brady/Luisa Stefani 6-4, 6-1 in the quarterfinals and semifinals, respectively. Both pairs would end up creating a thrilling atmosphere, which was mostly the case in the first set to set up where the rhythm went.

Initially, Laura had a swift forehand return to pave the way to deuce in an attempt to put more pressure, only for Gaby/Erin to hold their service games to 2-1. There was also a notable exchange where Laura's volley once again set the bar for the net exchange, only for Gaby/Erin to hold their service games 3-2 even if Vera's backhand winner secured one of the 2 break points for the twelfth seeds other than the smash.

It took several big holds for both pairs to reach the tie-breaker, which included Erin's working volley to hold 5-4. Three games later, the tie-breaker then occurred, where one of the most differentiating factors came in the forms of Gaby's working volley right after Vera's double fault to extend the lead 3-0. However, a failed lob from Gaby/Erin secured the equalizer to 4-4, where everything changed (inclusive of Gaby's fall at the net right in that failed lob): a set point was saved to 6-6 over an error, only for a double fault to set Laura/Vera's set points to 9-8. However, a netted backhand resulted in the 9-9 equalizer, which was followed by Gaby's forehand return ace for a 10-9 lead before Gaby/Erin took the first set 7-6(9) over Laura's failed smash, boiling down to a few unforced errors sometimes in the close moments like these.

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