#stuck between leaving it like this or adding details on top

[flyolai-brainrot]

trying out new things art wise

[azulhood]

It all started because of a school project, technically two projects, while it wasn't a world ending threat they set of a change reaction that lead to startling discoveries.

Mr Lancer had given the class the task of looking through their pasts and finding an life changing event that helped shape them into the person that were today and writing about that event.

It was a ten page essay (they were allowed to go over that limit) the more details the better and if you had something from that event to show (such as photos or keepsakes or really anything) you were awarded extra credit.

Danny's choice of event was the school field trip to a nearby museum he went on when he was seven, the space exhibit they had was what sparked his love for the stars and kick-started his dreams of being an astronaut.

It wasn't like he had any other choice (he doubted mister Lancer would accept 'my death' as a good life changing event)

He knew that he had photos of the field trip somewhere with all the other photos taken throughout his life, he just had to find them.

And after digging through thousands of boxes and piles of discarded inventions he handled with care (in case they blew up) he found them tucked inside an old photo album covered in green stains that sat on top of a bookshelf.

Opening the book caused all the pictures to fall into his lap, it seems like his parents didn't get around to actually adding them to the book, Danny resigned himself to spending the rest of his day shifting through old photos.

It wasn't all bad though, he found pictures of when Sam still had blonde hair and wore pink and of that time Tucker wrote an 'I love you' on his parents cars with their keys and many other embarrassing photos.

A treasure trove of blackmail material.

He finally found the picture he was looking for.

All of the kids who are now students of Casper high stood in front of an old building each proudly holding up something they bought in the gift shop (Danny had bought a book on planets that had long ago fallen apart)

It was a normal photo.

And yet, something seemed off.

Sam and Tucker were there with him in between them, Dash was there too.

Along with Kwan, Mikey, Paulina, Valerie, and all the others.

And yet, something was missing.

Then it hit him.

Wes wasn't there.

Danny could've sworn that he had been on that trip, but the more he thought about it the less he was sure.

He couldn't actually remember Wes being there and Danny remembered nearly everything about that trip.

'Maybe he was sick or something?' It was the most logical thing he could think of to explain the other absence, that and his parents not wanting him to go for some reason.

Mystery solved he pushed it to the back of his mind , he had an essay to finish.

Still, it stuck with him.

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The next school project Lencer gave them was one with assigned partners.

Danny got Wes who, despite not being Sam or Tucker, was leagues better then Dash and he'd take that as a win.

Wes had insisted on studying at his house so he could, and Danny quotes "Keep an eye on you Fenton"

Danny could practically feel the hidden cameras burning a hole into him while he stood in front of the Weston's door, waiting for him to go ghost for whatever reason.

Jokes on him though, Danny asked all the ghosts to leave him along for this month with the promise of giving them a head start the next time they caused trouble, so really Wes was just wasting his time.

"This way." Wes said already heading inside without caring if Danny followed.

Being the first time he had ever been in Wes's home Danny looked at everything and anything.

It was a fairly normal home, not like Danny's which had an anti-ghost defense system or Sam's super rich house.

But more like Tuckers

One of the things that drew his attention was the pictures that lined the walls.

There were so many.

Some with Wes and his mom, some with just him, some with just his mom, and some with people Danny didn't recognise.

But there were no baby photos.

The only pictures Danny could find of a young Wes seemed to be from when he was eight? Nine?

And nothing before.

'Maybe they were put away in storage' Danny guessed, but it still made his brain itch.

He remembered looking at old school photos and not finding any sign of a young Wes at all, he didn't even remember Wes coming to school any time before the year Danny turned eight.

And in a small town where everyone knew everyone that really wasn't possible.

'Maybe they moved here and lost a lot of stuff' Which would explain a lot, well no harm in asking. "Did you loss a lot when you moved here?"

Wes stopped walking and turned around to give him a look that asked if he was insane. "I've lived here my whole life, Fenton."

Danny froze, that couldn't be right, he'd remember that.

Something was wrong.

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Tim Drake sat in front of the bat computer as the rest of his family patrolled.

He had one monitor displaying the other bats locations while all the other monitors were used to show him files, or rather the lack there of.

Wayne Enterprises had tournaments held for schools and the prize was an all express paid trip to Gotham and tour of WE and surrounding areas, Tim could think of way better prizes that weren't visiting the crime capital of the world but that wasn't the point.

What was the point was that every time there was a winner Tim preformed a routine background check on students and staff (and by routine he means learn their whole live story) just in case anyone happened to be trained assassins set to kill one of them, stranger things have happened.

Wes Weston was one such student whose background Tim had to check.

And he found nothing.

Sure, there were hospital and school documents from age eight and upwards, but other then that nothing.

There was no birth certificate, no evidence of him attending daycare, nothing.

It was as if Wes did not exist before he was eight years old.

And perhaps the most interesting thing.

Amy Weston was listed as Wes's biological mother, DNA even said as much, and yet Amy's medical file said that she had never been pregnant and also had no siblings that could've been Wes's parent.

And yet Wes existed, appearing one day as if he had always been there.

Was it cloning? Aliens? Magic? A changeling? Someone creating false information to hide the truth?

It was a mystery, and mysteries had always been Tim's Kryptonite.

[killishin]

— ◇ jjk men when you draw them.

pairings: nanami kento, gojo satoru, geto suguru

category: fluff

content warning: suggestive themes, sfw

a/n: i love when men support their partners in their art, its literally so sweet. saying so as an artist myself. wrote this in the dead of the night so not proofread. hope everyone enjoys :)

dividers by @cafekitsune

masterlist

NANAMI KENTO

he would have all your art and pieces memorized. he would be the one who'd give detailed compliments— strokes, composition and a hell lot of 'you're the best, darling'. he would definitely have favourites, and god forbid you ask him to choose— he'd be going back and forth, trying to choose because you won't accept the 'all are beautiful answer', only to mess with him.

also i believe, he would also have tried it out. just some doodling, some sketching perhaps— turns out he is good. he can grasp the basics quite fast and he finally understands why art is such a part of you. best believe all he ever draws is you.

now, the often times you draw him, he's a mess. a sputtering mess even though you've made like a ton of portraits of him, in every medium you knew and still he blushes.

"sweetheart why don't you draw something better?" he'd suggest as he tries to maintain the small smile on his face that was itching to widen into a full blown grin. he was all mushy inside.

"define better." you rolled your eyes at him, a knowing smile adorning your lips.

"i don't know— i guess something more... captivating?" his nose crinkled as he suggested that, looking up at you only to pause at the deadpan stare.

"honey, the love of my life—" you begin as you inch close, holding his jaw between your thumb and index, "this should be the last time you insinuate that you aren't captivating."

you lean closer to peck his lips and he subconsciously moves forward to chase your lips, not caring about the dazed smile or the blush raging on his cheeks that he tried so hard to hide.

"you are my muse." you added, murmuring against his lips, to further mess with him.

oh you best believe he is going to thank you for that portrait and sweet praises.

with praises. just in a different setting.

GOJO SATORU

"BABE AM I REALLY THAT HANDSOME?!" he exclaims, fully believing himself that yes, he is that handsome.

he is that push you need when your mind is stuck in an art block, with his constant over the top praises and compliments, he literally powers the creativity in your mind. he is the type of guy to literally decorate your shared home with your pieces, every inch. he'd leave no opportunity to show off, to a friend or even sometimes strangers. it gets especially concerning when the person doesn't quite like it.

"how do you not like it?"

"gojo i just—"

" absolutely pathetic taste." he says with the withering glare still on, rattling the other person's soul and you need to literally drag him away.

and oh when you draw him. its like already fanning that enormous, gigantic ego into something much more out of control. he absolutely smothers you, crushing you in a hug and a fit of kisses attacking your face.

"babe do you have a crush on me? seems like you do, how you draw me so damn beautiful."

"you idiot we're married."

in the moments when he isn't as loud with his appreciation, you catch him gazing at your paintings in silence, that content and proud smile on his face.

even his wallpaper is a your painting of your self portrait, for him to gaze at but also to boast about you when someone asks about the painting in the wallpaper.

"my love's a genius." is what he always says, and never gets tired from it.

GETO SUGURU

he loves your art, like its a part of you. he even helps you sometimes when you don't quite know if it looks good, gives pointers and suggestion. he even tells you if something looks wrong that maybe you overlooked, says it in the best way possible. he likes to watch you do your magic, at first it was a little unnerving for you in the beginning of your relationship so he used to just sneak and watch. there's just something about you in your element that puts him at ease, grounds him.

he poses for you if you want to draw him, a huge help and you don't even have to go look for references. he'll do whatever you like. whatever pose you suggest, anything. (he means anything ;])

"is this pose alright?" his eyes twinkle while he smiles smugly, knowing exactly what he's doing.

"...yes. hold that." you can't even focus on your canvas, god knows drawing what.

"darling you're sweating. you okay?"

"shut up."

he keeps the more...mature art safely tucked away, his daughters don't need to see that, only for his eyes.

but like satoru, he's vocal with his appreciation. whenever guests are home he literally gives a whole ass description, from the strokes, inspiration, interpretation, paragraphs of pure compliments— literally everything. and lets just hope they do not say they don't like it, that sweet smile doesn't look much sweet later.

and you don't know it, but he has drawn you a concerning amount of times, he just doesn't show you because they're his little secret.

reblogs are appreciated :D

[burningembers91]

Hallasan - Kim Do-Hyun x Fem!Reader

Follow up piece to:

The Choices We Make The Beauty and her Beast The Difference Between Men and Boys In the Harsh Light of Day

Synopsis: Kim Do-Hyun takes you on your first adventure, and has serious thoughts about his future as a mercenary.

A/N: When researching mountains in Korea, I was originally going to base this story in Jirisan National Park, but then I came across Hallasan, and it's now officially added to my travel bucket list. I've added some pictures below because the scenery is seriously stunning!

It had always been your dream to travel, to explore every hidden gem the world had to offer. Kim Do-Hyun knew how badly you wanted to see the world, and he’d made it his mission to make your dreams come true. It had been six weeks since the night in the bar, since Do-Hyun had given into his desires. You were everything he’d ever wanted, so perfect in every way. You’d both been stuck in a blissful haze, so wrapped up in one another you barely noticed anything else. He set your heart and soul on fire, so unlike any man you’d ever been with before. 

It had been Do-Hyun’s idea to go away for the weekend, to give you your first taste of adventure. He’d decided to start small, whisking you away to Jeju Island with the idea of climbing Hallasan. The views were exquisite, so out of this world and entirely breathtaking. He’d conquered the summit several times, and he knew you’d love the view from the top of the mountain. He’d gone out and bought you your own pair of hiking boots and accessories, sparing no expense for the girl of his dreams. He’d booked you into a luxury hotel, complete with a spa day to soothe the muscles he knew would ache after the hike. He was due to leave for Uzbekistan in five days, and he wanted to treat you like a queen before he left. Do-Hyun had no intention of telling you what he really did, but there was always that niggling fear in the back of his brain that he’d have to come clean sooner or later. You’d asked him about his job a few times and he’d always kept it vague, giving you enough details to stop you from getting suspicious. He wasn’t entirely sure how he’d juggle his mercenary duties with your relationship, but he would worry about that later. The only thing on his mind at the moment was giving you the best weekend of your life. 

Your flight left Seoul early, your eyes still bleary with sleep as Do-Hyun guided you through the airport. You were not a morning person, and it baffled you that your boyfriend could seemingly rise at any hour of the day, bright eyed and raring to go. He pressed a large latte lovingly into your hands, brushing his lips softly over the top of your head as you leaned into him. In hindsight, a 6am flight hadn’t been his smartest move, but getting an early start on the hike was a must. 

Do-Hyun had been fortunate to see many beautiful things in his life, but nothing quite compared to the look on your face as the plane started its descent onto the island. Your eyes were bright, your smile wide as you took in the glittering ocean and large green spaces. 

“Incredible,” you breathed, snapping a few pictures from the window. 

It was a perfect day for a hike, the weather warm and the sky cloudless. You started your ascent, donned head to toe in the designer gear Do-Hyun had gifted you. You’d always prided yourself on keeping fit, but climbing the mountain humbled you. You had to keep stopping, pretending you were taking in the view, trying to control your breathing and acting like your lungs weren’t about to burst out of your chest. Do-Hyun’s level of fitness was astounding, and you tried your best to keep up with him, but the man was a machine. 

“Can you slow down a little?” You panted, finally admitting defeat two hours in. 

“You getting tired?” He teased, smiling at your beet red face.  “Nope, just… taking it all in.” You could barely speak, your breath laboured as you attempted to ease a stitch in your side.  “Let me help you.” Do-Hyun flipped his backpack on his chest, before hoisting you onto his back. He continued up the mountain, carrying you as though you weighed nothing. Once you’d regained your breath, you continued on, Do-Hyun slowing his pace to match yours as you made your way to the top. 

You’d searched up pictures of Hallasan before the trip, but nothing could compare to the real life beauty once you got to the top. The view was straight from a fairytale, so utterly breathtaking. You sat for a while at the top, just taking in the view. Do-Hyun watched you as you took in the sight, his heart aching with love. 

“What do you think?” He asked, coming to stand next to you as you snapped a few pictures.  “Incredible,” you smiled. “Thank you for bringing me here.” “I’d do anything for you, you know that, right?” He whispered, cupping your chin in between his hands. “I love you.” The words he’d longed to say left his lips so easily, pulling you in close as you whispered the words back. 

That night, your muscles aching with the fatigue of a seven hour hike, Do-Hyun ran you a bath, the hot water soothing your aching legs as you reclined against his chest amidst the pile of vanilla scented bubbles. He made love to you, entwined in the silk sheets, drawing your pleasure out again and again. Your moans drove him crazy, your soft whimpers spurring him on as he made you fall apart over and over again. 

Neither of you wanted to leave the island, content to stay locked away in the sancitiy of your hotel. But Do-Hyun had a job to do, had a team who were counting on him. For the first time in a long time, he found himself hesitant to go, wishing he’d turned down the job to stay with you. 

He’d never been bothered about putting his life on the line for a payday, not since the passing of his parents. For a long time, Do-Hyun hadn’t had anyone or anything to live for; but now he had you. He didn’t want to leave you, didn’t want to fight wars for rich and powerful men anymore, didn’t want to risk his life for those who didn’t give a damn about him so long as he got the job done. 

As he boarded the plane that would take him to his next mission, he replayed his goodbye with you. A lingering kiss that he didn’t want to end, his hands gripping you waist as he willed his feet to walk away from your door. 

For the first time, Do-Hyun wondered whether it was time to give up his life as a mercenary and settle down with the woman of his dreams.

[angels-fantasy]

Top Secret Fiction Ch. 2

First Date Jitters

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Description: After meeting the one and only pro hero Dynamight on a dating app, you two begin to see each other. Because of the dangers that come with his hero work, you both promise to be completely honest with each other from the beginning; though you can't help but keep one big secret from him.

You write fan fiction, mostly about him.

Chapter Details: theres a date ;) fluff, a little bit of anxiety/self consciousness on readers part. also reader has a quirk that allows them to talk to plants! it's talked about more in the next chapter

Word Count: 1.1k

previous chapter

It was now Saturday, the day of your date with Bakugou - which he told you to call him. He said Dynamight was too professional.

Since he had asked you out, the two of you had talked to each other everyday leading up to today. Sometimes even sending voice memos and photos to each other, which was nice. It was reassuring knowing it was actually him on the other side of the phone and not some random person playing a prank on you.

Currently you were getting ready for the date. He still didn't tell you where he was taking you, but he told you to dress nicely, but not over the top.

Whatever that meant.

As you added the finishing touches to your look, you smoothed down your clothing and looked yourself over in the mirror.

"I think this is okay...right?" You asked yourself.

"Mrow"

You looked at your feet and saw Cheerios standing in between them, looking up at you.

"Oh hey Cheerios!" You said and squatted down to his level, "You admiring me or what? Do I look okay?"

"Mroooww"

You giggled and lightly gripped his tail as he walked away, letting it run through your hand, "Thanks for your help."

Grabbing your phone, you looked at the time and saw that it was almost 5:30 pm, so you decided to wait in the living room until Bakugou told you he was here.

As you sat on the couch you couldn't help but bounce your leg nervously. You weren't so nervous about him being a catfish anymore, right now you were worried about how you looked.

Would he like what he sees? Would you be good enough for him? Oh god what if you get food stuck in your teeth or something. Would he even tell you?!

You didn't know how much time passed while you were wallowing in anxiety, but your phone ringing broke you out of it.

Looking at the caller ID, you saw it was Bakugou.

"Already?!" You cried, quickly composing yourself and answering the phone.

"Hi Bakugou! Are you here already?" You asked in a fake cheery tone.

"Yeah. Your place is the one with the big flower pots outside right?"

"Yep. I'll be out there right now, let me put my shoes on."

"'Kay. Bye."

"Bye!"

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding and hastily put your shoes on, making sure to grab your keys.

While leaving you made sure to say bye to Cheerios, who only glanced at you from his spot on top of the couch, and to your plants who also said goodbye.

As soon as you stepped outside you locked your door and turned around to see an all black Camaro, which was probably the latest model. The windows were tinted, so you couldn't really see through them.

You walked towards the car nervously and opened the passenger door, seeing Bakugou in the drivers seat.

"Hi Bakugou, thank you for picking me up." You said as you got into the car.

Seeing him in person was much different than seeing him on TV or in photos. He didn't look bad at all, if anything he looked better. His eyes seemed to be an even brighter red in person.

He shook his head lightly, "'S no problem. You uh, you look really nice." He said quietly.

You smiled. "Thank you. I was worried I didn't dress the part, especially since you didn't tell me where we're going." You said teasingly.

He clicked his tongue and began driving. "I already told ya, it's a secret."

Laughing lightly at his words, you looked him over and his outfit. He had on a black cotton t-shirt tucked into a pair of black dress pants and a belt with a silver buckle. He was also wearing a silver chain and a very expensive looking watch to match.

Now looking at his face, you noticed that his ears were pierced. On his lobes he had diamond earrings, and a little higher up he had a helix piercing.

Cute.

"See something ya like or what?" He asked with a smirk.

Your face went hot, "Uh-sorry. I was just looking at your piercings."

He brought a hand up to his ear, fiddling with the earring. "Huh. I forgot that not everybody knows I have these. I replace them with clear piercings when I'm working."

"How long have you had them?" You asked.

"Since my third year of high school, I think. It's been a while."

The two of you continued to make small talk on the way to...wherever you were going. You were glad that he wasn't hard to talk to, considering the fact that first dates are always a little awkward.

When you finally arrived at your destination, you were expecting to see a restaurant, not a large open field of flowers with some patches of grass.

"Hey Bakugou, where are we?" You asked while looking out at the field.

"It's a flower field. You said you like them, right?" He asked as he began getting out of the car.

"Yeah, I do." You said and followed his actions. "You do realize how suspicious this is right? You're not gonna murder me or something are you?"

He smiled at you as he opened the trunk, "Nah, not until the fifth date." he said jokingly.

You laughed and watched as he lifted a large picnic basket with a folded blanket on top, out of his trunk.

"Do you need help carrying that?" You asked.

"No, just shut the trunk for me will ya?"

You did as he said and followed him into the flower field. He led you to a plain patch of grass near some flowers and began to lay out the blanket.

"A picnic date huh? I didn't peg you as the type."

"I wasn't gonna take you out somewhere with shitty food and shitty people." He sneered and motioned to the spot next to him on the blanket, telling you to sit down.

You sat down and asked, "So if the food you brought isn't shitty, where is it from?"

"I made it all." He said as you two unpacked all of the food. Now on the blanket, there were two bento boxes filled with tonkatsu, tamagoyaki, chicken karaage, and some vegetables.

There was another small box filled with onigiri. Bakugou continued unpacking the basket, handing you a bottle of water.

"Here. If you want something else to drink, I brought some sodas too. I wasn't sure what you'd want..." He trailed off, ears tinted red.

You smiled widely at him. "This is fine. Thank you Bakugou, this is really sweet and the food looks really good!"

The red on ears brightened even more, "Thanks. Just make sure to grab the green bento for yourself. The other one is spicier, since it's mine."

You hummed and grabbed the green bento box.

The date seemed to be going well so far, and you could only hope it'd stay that way.

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next chapter

authors note

i hope you liked this chapter ! idk why but i think bakugou would be the type to take you on a picnic date, i hope you agree! also sorry for the little cliff hanger tee hee. i'm probably gonna post the next chapter in a day or two so you don't have to wait too long!

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[kingofpopmj]

This Passion Burns Inside Of Me

Summary: As Michael performs, all he can think about is your eyes on him.

Pairing: Michael Jackson x Reader

Warnings: SMUT

Requested: yes

*Michael’s POV*

“I’m ready!” Y/N beamed, strutting out into the living room of our hotel suite. She posed in front of the me, holding her purse against her hip, little did she know I had already been watching her every move.

I’m completely enamored with everything about her. The way she curled her hair, concentrating with the tip of her tongue between her lips. The way she bent over the counter, puckering her lips in the mirror as she applied lipstick. The way she tilted her head to the side, closing her eyes as she sprayed her perfume.

I stood up, my eyes roaming her body, I hadn’t blinked in at least five minutes. I needed to take in every detail of the sight before me. My girl. A shimmering white shirt, hugging her figure just right, the fabric looked so soft against her skin, I’d give anything to be that close to her. It was tucked into tight leather pants, accentuating her lovely curves, dangly chain belts hanging from her waist. This woman could make a fashion statement wearing a potato sack. I watched closely while she adjusted the straps of her black heels, oh, I am a sucker for those too. They made her legs look so long and added that extra pop to her walk. Wow.

She looked phenomenal.

She’d look even better when I rip it all off of her.

“Is this okay? Do I look good enough to be seen near you Mr. Jackson?”

“You look perfect. You know we actually have a few minutes to spare before we need leave.”

“We do?”

“Yes, and lucky for you, I have some worth while ideas for us to pass the time.” I responded, playing with the collar of her shirt.

“Oh, really?”

“Mhmm.” The moment our lips touched, I knew I’d be late for the show, but it was so worth it. The scent of her perfume made my heart race. Her touch sent jolts of energy through my body. She made me feel so alive.

“Michael!” A muffled voice and loud footsteps interrupted us. I rolled my eyes, pulling Y/N into a closet with me.

“Wh—” I quickly covered her mouth with my hand and using my other to hold her closer to my body than necessary.

“Michael!” The voice was moving closer, it was then I recognized it as Frank. He hates when I’m late and even more so when I hide from him. “Dammit! Michael we have ten minutes to get—” the closet door flew open, revealing my very angry manager.

“Hey Frank, how are you?” Y/N smiled, trying to break the awkwardness. “Beautiful weather we’re having, don’t you think?”

“You dear, are a bad influence.” He stated simply, turning to walk away. “We have to go kids, you can play footsie later.” He let out a deep chuckle, waving his hand in the air to get us to follow him.

“You always get me in trouble.” She stuck her tongue out at me, before walking out and leaving me alone in the small space.

“Wait. Come back!” I whined.

“Let’s go.” She held her hand out to me, which I took quickly, like a lovesick little puppy. I was completely and utterly at her mercy. “I promise we will finish what we started later.” She kissed me tenderly, the taste of her sweet lips leaving a tingling feeling on my lips. “When we have all the time in the world.”

The drive to the venue felt like a personal attack. She’s sitting next to me, but I wanted her on me. I glanced down at her legs, fighting the urge to slide my hand up her thigh. She has to know how much she’s torturing me right now.

This was going to be the longest night of my life.

I hadn’t even been on stage for five minutes before the yearning reached new heights.

I couldn’t help but notice how her hips moved along with the music. Everything about her was so damn distracting, so damn alluring. The way her top hung low enough to accentuate the curve of her beautiful chest. I wanted nothing more than to bury my face right in between her perfect breasts.

I missed a few steps and forgot a few lyrics just knowing she was a few feet away from me. The thought of her dancing to the sound of my voice made me feel like I could bust any second. I needed off this stage and in her. I needed to be inside of her more than I needed air.

She smiled brightly when I glanced over at her, if she only knew I was imagining all the possible ways I could ravage her.

I needed to feel her perfect skin against mine.

My eyes found hers again as I signaled for the band to take over. I ignored the confused looks as I scurried off to the side of the stage, grabbing her wrist and dragging her along with me.

“Michael! What are you doing?” She asked loudly, securing a hold on my arm with her other hand. “You’re really squeezing my hand!”

“Here.” I gestured with my head, taking her into a tiny secluded corner backstage. I dove into her lips, sliding my hands down, gripping her ass with all my strength. My grip was tighter than the fabric around my growing erection.

“Michael.” The sound of her voice filling my ears as the taste of her faded from my tongue. “Babe. You left in the middle of a song. What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“I need you.” I begged, my voice vibrating along her skin while I sucked on her neck. “Right here. Right now.” I murmured, unbuckling my belt and dropping pants. I’ve never moved so fast in my life.

“Michael, someone could catch us.” She rested her palms on my chest. “When I said we’d finish what we started later, this is not what I meant.”

“Well, then, we will have to be quick.” Ignoring her last statement and the way she emphasized the word later. I lifted her up, laying her down on top of a large amp before she could respond. I was quick to unbutton her bottoms, ripping them off her legs.

“Michael—”

“I’ve been dying to taste you since I watched you get ready for tonight.” I buried my face in between her legs, the sweetness of her essence, causing my eyes to roll back as I was flooded with pleasure. “You have the prettiest pussy.”

“Oh. My. God.” She propped herself up on her elbows, watching my every move with lust filled eyes. “Shit! Right there!” The bass from the amp, sending continuous waves through our bodies, the need for each other matching the intense frequency of the music. “Michael!” I felt her fingers snake through my hair, her soft moans telling me everything I need to know as I sucked harder on her clit.

The sound of footsteps traveling up and down the hallway, heightened our senses. I knew they were looking for me, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. The way her body shivered under my touch, her sweet voice whimpering for me, every part of her was perfect.

“Let them know baby.” I urged her to scream my name, knowing how much she was struggling to keep quiet.

“They’ll hear us. Oh—” I pulled away and looked deep into her eyes. She looked flustered as I slowly moved my fingers across her thigh. “Where are you going?” She pouted.

“Baby, you gotta let them know.” I began leaving a trail of gentle kisses in her inner thighs. “Let them know how good I’m making you feel.”

“Michael, I don’t want them to find us.” She whispered nervously, I halted my movements again.

“Well, I guess we can just stop and head back out there.”

“Michael!” She said loudly, sitting up quickly and gripping my collar. “If you leave me here after you got me all worked up, I swear—” I kissed her roughly, stopping her attempt to intimidate me.

“We won’t get caught.” I said against her lips, my fingers roamed her body, finding my way deep within the most precious part of her. My fingers dancing in a circular motion, her walls were pulsating as my thumb rubbed in her clit.

“Oh. My. Michael!” Her head fell back, chest rapidly moving up and down. “That feels so— Michael! Oh!” She bit her lip, droplets of sweat forming on her forehead while she struggled to catch her breath. I was loving it.

“You look so hot right now.” She looked at me, her eyes darkened before she hopped off the amp, wrapping her legs around me. I stumbled, my back colliding with equipment cases, carefully I sat on one and guided her to sit on my lap. She didn’t waste anytime lifting herself up, I could feel her warm folds massaging my tip.

“Babe, you—” she pushed her hips into me, the smooth skin of her ass laid against my thighs and she held my gaze. My cock was enveloped with her warmth. I shut my eyes, focusing on the sensation of her body on top on mine, the sweetness of being buried deep inside of her. Oh, she feels so good.

“Now, let’s hear you.” Her soft voice sounded into my ear, her thrusting was painfully slow, but so good, so lovely to watch. “Let them know baby.” She repeated my words to me. A devilish smile spreading across her face.

She tugged at the zipper of my silver long sleeve, her eyes roamed my chest as she squeezed at my bare shoulders. She wet her lips with her tongue. I watched her intently, her eyes focused on me, looking at me through her long eyelashes. Oh, shit. This woman is going to be the end of me. Closing the space between us, she kissed me, her lips moved so tenderly against mine. The strength of her tongue was mesmerizing, I could feel her affect on me all throughout my body.

“Y/N—” I replied lowly, too high off of watching her ride me.

“No. No. No.” She stopped her hips, holding herself close enough, keeping only the tip of my dick inside of her. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

“Please.” I squeezed her hips, begging her to move against me again. “Baby, please.” The sudden halt in movement was driving me wild. I needed to be inside of her. I needed to feel every part of her, more than I’ve ever needed anything before.

“Please what?” She lowered herself slightly, a shock of energy shot down to my toes. She feels so good, I need more.

“Y/N, please.” I let out a shaky breath. “Baby, I need you.” My hands lingered, tracing the goosebumps littering her skin. “I need to feel you, all of you.” My fingertips dug into her ass, feeling helpless as the desperation took over me. “Y/N, baby, fuck me. I want you to ride me. I need you to—”

She took me all in quickly, her movements sharp and full of emotion. I pushed her top open, admiring her beautiful breasts bounce in front of me. I felt my body shiver at the sensation. The moans falling from my lips were like nothing I’d ever heard before, but it felt spectacular.

“Fuck!” My hips buckled, no amount of her was too much. I want it all. “I’m gonna—”

“Do it.” She ordered breathlessly, her kisses getting harder as her hips continued to hypnotize me. Fuck, how did I get so lucky.

“Baby—”

“Cum for me.” She interrupted, her voice low with her command. I moaned into her mouth as that sweet feeling built up inside of me. The rhythm of her movements intrigued me. Through tired eyes, I watched as she moved up and down, her warm walls convulsing around me. I tried to catch my breath, resting my face against her breasts and nibbling at her smooth skin. “That feels good.” She hummed, I wrapped my arms around her waist, desperately needing something to hold onto. Her every movement was heavenly.

“Oh! S—Shit.” I groaned breathlessly, I felt weak, being with her was intoxicating, but to cum inside her was a whole different feeling. She makes me feel so alive.

“I can’t believe we just did that.” She giggled into my neck. “I kind of want to do it again.”

“Oh, now you’re talking.” I pounced, pinning her hands up above her head. “Why is it that I always want to be inside of you?” I whispered over her lips.

“Michael?”

Y/N squealed, her eyes widening as I fell on top of her, doing my best to cover her body. I turned my head slightly and I saw my bodyguard, Bill, he was awkwardly staring at the ground, trying to look anywhere but us.

“Hey Bill, what’s up?” Y/N asked innocently, for the second time today. I quickly gathered her clothing off the floor, shielding her body with mine as she got dressed.

“Uh, hey doll, um— Michael, you gotta get back out there.” He was turned around, his back to us while we frantically helped each other look presentable again.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming.”

“Again?” Y/N whispered to me, stifling her giggles against my chest.

“If you’re up for it.” I mumbled back.

“Michael.” Bill’s stern voice stealing our attention again. This time he was back looking at us, I couldn’t tell if he was upset or impressed. “You have to—” he pointed behind him, in the direction towards the stage.

“We were just heading back!” I smiled, walking past him, my arm hung proudly around my girl.

“Well, that was risqué.” Bill was shaking his head. “I could’ve went my whole life without seeing or hearing any of that.”

“We were just talking.” Y/N’s voice put a smile on my face. She wasn’t the least bit convincing.

“Sure doll. Whatever you say.” Bill replied sarcastically, a deep husky laugh erupted from him as he followed closely behind us.

As we walked through the curtains, I could see the stage, but I wasn’t ready to part from her.

“That was perfect.” I rubbed her back, slowly pulling her into me and lifting her up off the ground.

“You’re perfect.” She smiled, biting at her bottom lip. “I really want to kiss you.” She pouted.

“What my lady wants, my lady gets.”

I placed her back on the floor, dipping her swiftly and kissing her perfect lips.

“I’ll see you soon.” She smiled.

“I can’t wait.” I shouted, running back on stage as a deafening roar sounded from the crowd.

As the beginning chords of Another Part Of Me played, I began dancing around the stage. Y/N was dancing, she looked so happy, she was always so supportive. Finally, she noticed my stare, looking back at me. I spun, pointing at her as I came to a stop, keeping up with the beat of the instruments. Her eyes widened, I could tell she was holding back a smile. She pointed at her pants then at me. What?

She’s mouthing something to me.

What?

She put her hand above the zipper of her pants, mouthing again.

“Zipper.”

I continued dancing, discretely feeling below my belt. Crap.

She watched on worriedly, her hands resting on the sides of her face and mouthing the words “I’m so sorry.” My girl. I could tell she was blaming herself, she always cared so damn much, so I laughed it off, winking at her.

We’re sendin’ out

I sang quickly into the microphone, spinning around, throwing my arm in the air and posing with my back to the audience.

A major love

The crowd sang back as I took the opportunity to zip up pants.

And this is our message to you

Y/N was giggling, blowing kisses to me as I brought the microphone back to my mouth. There were thousands of people present, millions watching the live broadcast to witness my little incident. I should be consumed with embarrassment right now.

The planets are linin' up

I should feel shame.

We're bringin' brighter days

I should feel humiliated.

They're all in line waitin' for you

Yet, somehow I wasn’t. I was happy because seeing that beautiful smile on Y/N’s face brought me all the comfort I needed.

Can't you see?

You're just another part of me

[callsigns-haze]

Out of All: Chp 3

Jake Seresin x OC! Anna Bradshaw

Brothers' Best Friend Series! Follow along as these characters navigate the treacherous waters of love, loyalty, and desire, all while facing the ultimate taboo: falling for your sibling's best friend. From heart-pounding moments to steamy encounters, this series is a rollercoaster of emotions that will keep you hooked until the very end. Brace yourself for intense romantic tension, sizzling chemistry, and enough drama to keep you guessing. Are you ready to embark on this captivating journey?

This chapter includes explicit sexual content with detailed descriptions of sexual activity and intimacy between characters. Scenes depict physical intimacy, including kissing, touching, and biting, with characters described in states of undress. Emotional intensity is explored, encompassing themes of longing, desire, and vulnerability, with brief references to past trauma. Characters may be shown consuming alcoholic beverages, and mature themes such as casual relationships

The studio walls seemed to close in, suffocating you with their unyielding presence. Bloody January, new year, new you, but here you were, stuck in the same cycle of frustration and disappointment. Hours had slipped by like grains of sand through an hourglass, each one adding to the weight of your exasperation.

Today was one of those days where nothing seemed to click, where every note was a struggle, and every chord felt like a battle. The music refused to flow, stubbornly resisting your attempts to coax it into existence. And as the hours stretched on, tensions simmered beneath the surface, threatening to boil over at any moment.

Frustration radiated from every corner of the studio, a palpable energy that hung heavy in the air. The once vibrant space now felt suffocating, stifling your creativity with its oppressive atmosphere. All you wanted was to escape, to retreat into the sanctuary of solitude and lick your wounds in peace.

But duty called, in the form of your brother's plea to join him and his friends at Penny's bar tonight. You wanted to meet them, to connect with his circle, but today, the thought of socializing felt like an insurmountable task.

"Anna, we need to get this moving!" Harry's voice cut through the tension, his frustration mirroring your own. With a roll of your eyes, you shot him a pointed look, the weight of exhaustion bearing down on your shoulders.

"What do you honestly think I've been trying to do, huh?" you snapped, your words laced with frustration. You were tired, irritable, and every fiber of your being screamed for release. The studio felt like a prison, trapping you in a cycle of unfulfilled potential and dashed hopes.

As Harry left the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for another attempt. One more time, from the top, and then you were out. With a resolve born of sheer determination, you began to play, your voice a beacon of defiance amidst the chaos.

Each note carried the weight of your frustration, each chord a testament to your resilience. Despite the odds, you refused to be defeated, pushing forward with a determination that bordered on desperation. And as the melody unfurled, weaving its way through the heavy atmosphere, you felt a glimmer of hope ignite within you.

The music may not have been perfect, may not have flowed effortlessly from your fingertips, but it was yours. A reflection of your struggle, your perseverance, and your unwavering commitment to your craft. And in that moment, as the music carried you away on its wings, you found solace in the simple act of creation, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was still beauty to be found.

"Summer went away Still, the yearning stays I play it cool with the best of them I wait patiently He's gonna notice me It's okay, we're the best of friends Anyway

I hear it in your voice You're smoking with your boys I touch my phone as if it's your face I didn't choose this town I dream of getting out There's just one who could make me stay All my days

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes I waited ages to see you there I search the party of better bodies Just to learn that you never cared

You're on your own, kid You always have been

I see the great escape So long, Daisy May I picked the petals, he loves me not Something different bloomed Writing in my room I play my songs in the parking lot I'll run away

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes I called a taxi to take me there I search the party of better bodies Just to learn that my dreams aren't rare

You're on your own, kid You always have been

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this I hosted parties and starved my body Like I'd be saved by a perfect kiss

The jokes weren't funny, I took the money My friends from home don't know what to say I looked around in a blood-soaked gown And I saw something they can't take away

'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned Everything you lose is a step you take So make the friendship bracelets Take the moment and taste it You've got no reason to be afraid

You're on your own, kid Yeah, you can face this You're on your own, kid You always have been"

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Bradshaw! Where's your sister at?" Natasha's impatience cut through the chatter, her eyes scanning the bar for your familiar presence. Bradley glanced at his phone, hoping for a message or a sign of your impending arrival, but found nothing. A sense of unease settled over him, a nagging feeling that something was amiss.

"Don't know, Phoenix. She's probably stuck at work," Bradley replied, his voice tinged with concern. He watched as Jake and Javy played darts, his mind drifting back to the front door of the bar. "Where are you, Anna?"

With a flicker of apprehension, Bradley unlocked his phone, dialing your number in a desperate bid for reassurance. Each ring felt like an eternity, his heart pounding in his chest as he prayed for your familiar voice to answer. But the silence on the other end only deepened his worry.

Then, a message popped up on his screen, accompanied by a video from you. Relief flooded through him as he read your text, a small smile tugging at his lips. "We only wrapped up now. Give me ten and I'll be there!"

As he watched the video, a sense of pride swelled within him. Your voice, clear and strong, filled the bar, carrying the weight of your emotions with each note. It was a song about solitude, about facing life's challenges head-on, and Bradley couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for his talented sister.

"Hey guys! My sister's gonna be here in a bit. She sent me a video if you want to see!" Bradley called out to the group, excitement rippling through the air. He had mentioned your burgeoning music career to his friends before, and now they eagerly gathered around him, eager to catch a glimpse of the elusive Anna Bradshaw.

As the video began to play, Jake's eyes widened in recognition. The pieces fell into place, and he realized why you looked so familiar. With your distinctive features and undeniable talent, you were unmistakably Baby Bradshaw, the younger sibling whose musical journey had captivated their curiosity.

As the last notes of your song faded away, a chorus of applause erupted from your audience. Bradley couldn't help but feel a swell of pride in his chest as he watched his sister's talent being recognized and celebrated by those closest to him. In that moment, as the warmth of camaraderie washed over him, he knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would always have a supportive network by your side.

He and Coyote both took a step back, their expressions mirroring a mix of shock and disbelief. Javy leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper as he posed a question that hung heavy in the air, "Isn't that the chick from last weekend?" Jake shot his friend a warning look, silently urging him to keep his thoughts to himself.

In that moment, the weight of his actions hit Jake like a ton of bricks. He had been sleeping with a Bradshaw, his wingman's precious baby sister. The realization washed over him, a wave of dread and regret crashing against his conscience. How could he have been so blind? How could he not have recognized you, despite your distinctive features and undeniable talent?

God, Bradley would kill him. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, his stomach churning with a sickening mix of guilt and apprehension. He had betrayed his friend's trust in the worst possible way, tarnishing the bond they had built over years of camaraderie and loyalty.

As he glanced at Bradley, he could see the color draining from his friend's face, his expression a mask of disbelief and shock. The room seemed to spin around him, the reality of the situation hitting him like a freight train. "Hey Bagman, you okay?" Fanboy's voice cut through the tension, his concern palpable as he glanced at his fellow pilot.

"Fine," Jake replied, his voice strained as he forced the words past the lump in his throat. But inside, he knew that nothing would ever be the same again. He had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, and now, he would have to face the consequences of his actions.

---

You parked your car near the light blue bronco, recognizing it as your brother's vehicle. As you stepped out and locked the door, a sense of apprehension settled over you. You knew Bradley would likely be frustrated, perhaps even angry, that your colleagues had made you late for the meeting.

Entering the bar, you spotted Bradley with a group of young aviators. He walked down to greet you, enveloping you in a side hug. His whispered words tugged at your heartstrings. "You actually came," he murmured. With a playful eye roll, you leaned in to whisper back, "You pay the rent without allowing me to, I had no choice."

The resemblance between you and Bradley was uncanny, from the curls in your hair to the twinkle in your eyes. As he introduced you to his friends, you greeted them warmly, but your attention was quickly drawn to one individual in particular: Jake. Jake Seresin, Hangman, Bradley's wingman.

Bradley's introduction sent a jolt of panic through you. You had slept with Jake, your brother's wingman. Out of all the people, why him? The realization hit you like a ton of bricks, and you knew you had to tread carefully to ensure that Bradley never found out about your previous encounter with Jake.

As Jake greeted you with a Texan charm that sent shivers down your spine, you struggled to maintain your composure. Bradley couldn't know, couldn't suspect anything. So you smiled politely, nodding at Jake's introduction, all the while grappling with the knowledge of the secret you shared with his wingman.

Jake knew that Bradley could never figure out that the two of you had met previously, so he played it cool, maintaining his composure to prevent your brother from catching on. "Hangman, but you can call me Jake, darlin'," he said, his Texan accent adding a touch of charm to his words.

As Jake shook your hand, Bradley watched the interaction closely, his protective instincts kicking in. "Brad told me a lot about you," you remarked casually, withdrawing your hand and wrapping your arms around yourself as you engaged in conversation with Jake. "I could say the same," he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Glancing over your shoulder, you noticed Bradley had rejoined the group, leaving you to converse with Jake. But before you could delve further into conversation, Jake leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper. "We need to talk."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you met his intense gaze, scanning the room to ensure no one was listening in on your conversation. "Yeah, that's putting it nicely," you replied, a sense of apprehension creeping into your tone.

----

"You're actually his sister," Jake sighed, his frustration evident as he ran his hands down his face while seated on the outside deck of the bar. The realization hung heavy in the air, both of you grappling with the unexpected twist of fate that had brought you together.

"Look Jake... Would you change anything if I wasn't his sister?" you asked, your voice tinged with uncertainty. It was a question neither of you had anticipated, probing the depths of what could have been if circumstances were different.

"No," Jake replied simply, his gaze meeting yours with unwavering determination. Despite the complications that your relationship with Bradley introduced, he was adamant that he wouldn't alter a single moment they had shared.

His response left you conflicted. On one hand, you were relieved that he didn't regret what had transpired between you. On the other, you couldn't shake the nagging doubt about the potential fallout with your brother.

"What about Bradley?" You countered, your mind racing with the implications of your newfound connection with Jake.

As you contemplated the situation, memories of the rules you and your best friend, Caila, had established as teenagers flooded your mind. Rule number one: Never, under any circumstances, become romantically involved with each other's siblings. It was a pact born out of loyalty and mutual respect, a boundary that had never been crossed. You believed guys had some sort of similar boundaries.

But now, faced with the undeniable chemistry between you and Jake, you questioned whether those rules still held weight. Was it breaking a code if neither of you were aware of its existence? And could you deny the undeniable attraction that pulsed between you, despite the potential consequences?

"I've done worse things," Jake confessed, his words hanging in the air like a weighty admission. In that moment, you knew that the path ahead would be fraught with challenges, but the pull of desire was too strong to resist.

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[thevoicefromanotherworld]

THE DRIVER (1)

Soooo, this is the first part of my new fic with Old Logan. I don't know how many parts is going to have, we'll see about that, depends how the story between this two evolve, you know what I mean*wink wink*

I hope you like it!

tags: @themareverine

The tension inside the limousine was cut with a knife. Michelle had called him, again.

Her relationship with the mysterious driver had started in the most casual way.

One night after work, she went to the bus stop like every day to catch the bus that would take her home, but when she looked at the screen to see how much time it would take her to arrive, she saw a message in bright letters that said “stop out of service”

So she had no choice but to call an Uber to take her home. She had never tried it, and she was afraid that whoever was driving the vehicle was some kind of stalker who would then become obsessed with her.

And of course Logan became obsessed with her, but in the best way.

The gray-haired man remembers with absolute clarity the first time he saw her. She was wearing black suit pants with a black T-shirt.

The jacket around her shoulders had seen better days, as had her blonde hair, which was in a messy bun on top of her head.

If you asked Michelle, she'd say she was a mess that day. If you asked Logan, he'd say he'd never seen anyone who looked better in chaos.

When the limo pulled up to the bus stop, Logan rolled down the window beside her and stuck his head out, staring at her.

"Did you order an Uber?" he asked, she nodded shyly. "Get in." She did, sat in the back quietly and buckled up.

"Thanks for coming so fast," she said. "I thought it would be hard to get there considering the traffic today."

"I know all the shortcuts," he replied nonchalantly. "It's my job."

"Sure," she nodded, looking at him through the center mirror. "How long have you been doing this?"

"A couple of months," he replied as he connected his gaze with hers in the mirror. "Why do you ask?" -I don't know - he admitted - don't be offended, but you don't look like an Uber driver

-I'm not offended, I know I don't look like one - he answered a little more cheerfully, although still keeping his usual coldness these days - I used to fight - Logan confessed -

He wondered why he did it. He didn't understand the reason why he was opening up like that to a random stranger. She was no different from the rest of his clients, and yet the gray-haired man felt like he could talk to her naturally, as if he had known her all his life.

-Really? Where? - she asked with interest - I've never been to a fight

-In a cage - he smiled slightly as he remembered it - it was good - he whispered - the best - he added - they didn't pay me enough, so I quit

-And that's how you ended up driving a limousine? –the young woman asked-

-Not that one –she paused for a moment before saying- it's a longer story

-We have time –she said pointing at the road- my house is on the outskirts of the city –she looked through the window- we're on 4th and Rockwell, we still have several more streets and a couple of roundabouts where there will surely be one or more traffic jams –she smiled, and Logan thought she was so beautiful that it hurt to look at her- she started talking

“Don't do it, don't even think about it”

-Logan –he found himself introducing himself-

“Shit” he growled to himself “there's no turning back now”

-Michelle –she answered nodding her head- then tell me your story, Logan –she whispered- I'm listening

-Okay –he agreed, because how could he deny her something when she was looking at him like that?

She told him almost everything, leaving out the most painful parts and the most gruesome details that she always kept to herself. When they realized it, they had already arrived at their destination.

Logan turned off the engine in front of a house with a small garden. His heart sank in his chest as he remembered that he would never have anything like that again: a home. He had had one, but there was nothing left of it.

Everyone he cared about had left, and as always he was the last one standing.

Michelle got out of the car, gently closing the door behind her, as did he, who leaned against the driver's door with his hands in the pockets of his suit pants.

"Tell me how much I owe you," she said, taking his wallet out of his bag. Logan nodded.

"You don't have to pay me," he said, surprising himself, since that money would come in handy to buy Charles' medicine.

In that instant, an idea occurred to him. His gaze landed on hers.

“Although I do have one thing you could do for me,” he said, she nodded.

“Sure,” he said. “What is it about?”

“Do you remember I told you about the professor?” he asked, she nodded again. “He is…” he swallowed hard. “He is sick and needs help twenty-four hours a day,” he confessed. “I am the one who is in charge of taking care of him, but now between taking care of my daughter and work, I don't spend as much time with him as I would like…” he looked at her before shaking his head- forget it, it's nonsense…

-No Logan, I'll take care of Charles –she said, he looked at her again- is that what you wanted to ask me, right? Yes, I would take care of him for you

Logan nodded suddenly embarrassed. He wasn't used to asking for help, so he didn't know very well how he should react in that situation.

For someone like him, who had been alone most of his life, someone offering to help him like Michelle was doing at that moment, meant a lot to him.

-Of course I'll help you –he said holding her gaze- I took care of my parents when they fell ill until… -he licked his lips before lowering his head- they passed away

-I'm sorry –Logan murmured, she nodded-

-It was a long time ago –she answered, as if that would cure the pain that a loss like that entailed- but thanks anyway –he took a deep breath in a shaky way- although that's life, isn't it? One day we're here and the next we might not have gone

“Yeah,” Logan said, trying to make him feel better.

It wasn't the time to tell him that he'd been alive for over two hundred years.

They looked at each other for a few moments, before Michelle waved her hand towards his house.

“Do you want to come in?” she asked. “I made some dinner before I left for work. It might still be warm.”

“Tell her no.” “You've already abused her kindness enough.” “If you were bothering her, she'd tell you, wouldn't she?” “It's very simple, champ, just get in the limo and go, easy as that.”

“I guess I could use some food,” he replied, feeling like a bastard and a fucking lucky hero at the same time.

“That's the attitude,” he muttered, smiling at her.

Every time she did it, Logan felt his heart skip a beat, a feeling he never thought he'd feel again one day. They walked down the cobblestone path until they reached the door, which she opened with little ceremony.

As she entered, she left the coat she was wearing on the coat rack and shook her hair, which was full of water droplets.

“I'm going to take a hot shower before I get sick,” she announced, bending down to put on her slippers before looking at him again. “Make yourself at home.”

“At home,” he thought. “It's been a long time since anyone said something like that to me.”

“Thank you,” he answered sincerely. Michelle looked at him curiously.

“Why?” she said, the reassuring gleam in her eyes making the ice barrier that Logan had taken so long to build around his heart slowly melt.

Michelle had a blowtorch with an endless battery in her hands, and Logan was running out of ice blocks to protect himself behind, and that scared him more than he was willing to admit.

-For everything - she murmured, holding his gaze-

-But I haven't done anything, Logan - she laughed, trying to cut the tension that had settled between them-

He didn't answer, his gaze rested on her wet hair for a moment before speaking

-You should go take that shower - he said - I don't want you to get sick because of me

-Yes, I should - she admitted - I won't be long - he announced before disappearing up the stairs-

Logan looked away from her and turned to look at the photographs on the fireplace. A little girl with a woman and a man.

Those must be Michelle's parents. He held the photo in his hands for a moment and noticed that when she smiled, the dimple that was seen in the photograph was still visible.

He left the frame in its place and sat in front of the television. He decided that he would watch her a little until she finished showering.

Thanks to his heightened senses, he could hear the sound of water hitting the shower tiles, as well as Michelle's voice, who was humming a song he didn't know.

The man stared at the television and took a deep breath at the tranquility there. That alone had made it worth accepting her invitation.

He thought about how he was going to get along very well with Laura.

They were similar in some ways, and even though Logan felt quite uneasy about having to introduce them, he was sure that they would be inseparable and Michelle would treat him with the love and affection of a mother.

[ethereousdelirious]

Hey Therie, I know you're suuper busy with Sicktember shenanigans...but if you had the time, I was wondering if you'd want to something with that F/ukuzawa headcanon? Totally okay if not, but your tags got that idea stuck in my head now and will not leave me alone 🤯😱🫣🤭

Never too busy for you, Poni!

A sharp bite accompanied the sea winds, which had been so mild only days before. The sun rose later, obscured by clouds. Cotton and linen gave way to fleece and wool.

Yes, it was that time of year. Winter had come to Yokohama.

With it, a promise.

A promise that had Mori making a great many calls to Fukuzawa until the day came that the tell-tale weight of congestion dragged down his voice when he answered.

Mori insisted on a meeting under a pretense that Fukuzawa was sure to refuse once he heard the details. But he was sure to hear Mori out anyway.

Ah, Fukuzawa. So... accommodating, in his own way.

His bright scarf caught the wind as he made his way down the docks, where Mori awaited in a thick black coat. Despite his thick kimono and haori, Fukuzawa shivered slightly and kept his arms close to his body, hands hidden in his sleeves.

Mori grinned.

"Good evening," he said, making only a token effort to hide his glee.

"Mm." Fukuzawa just nodded. His jaw moved subtly, shifting the wispy curtains of his hair, and a lozenge clicked gently against his teeth. After a moment's continued silence, he dipped his chin and glared at Mori.

"Alright, I'll get on with it." Mori had come prepared with a dozen excuses to drag the conversation on. It wasn't a matter of if, it was only a matter of when.

Fukuzawa could hold out for a while, yes, but the determined furrow between his brows was nothing more than false confidence. Even now, his reddened nose twitched and shone at the corners. Even now, his lip trembled.

"You see," Mori said, gesturing grandly outward, "this patrol of the docks is starting to feel a little unbalanced to me."

He raised his eyebrows, prompting Fukuzawa to sigh with a smell of ginger. "Unbalanced?" he repeated gruffly.

"Well, yes," Mori purred, drinking in every blink, every slight twitch of the nose. Every little hint was a diamond in its own right, and Fukuzawa had come bearing riches. The pink tint to his eyes and nose was worth several thousand yen in its own right, the stutter of his breath even more than that. He sniffled, causing his breath to hitch, and there was another million yen. "You see, the nights are only growing longer..." Fukuzawa sniffled again, his chest stuttering. "...and all the more dangerous for it."

Mori paused again, licking his lips as he watched Fukuzawa's hand flex and relax, tracing a slow but true pathward upward.

"We've already intercepted a troubling amount of smugglers," Mori added.

Fukuzawa's hand found its mark. Slender fingers braced against the bridge of his nose, moving downward as he applied pressure to the bridge. Even still, a tear streaked down his cheek, gleaming silver in the light.

Mori suppressed a shudder, heat flooding his chest. "Granted, we haven't had any near-misses so far, but I'm the kind of man who likes to stay on top of things." Well, except in one particular circumstance, but moments like that were few and far between with Fukuzawa.

The fierce shine in Fukuzawa's eyes when he pinched his nostrils shut with his knuckles, well. That was almost better than sex. His pale lips parted to allow a shuddering inhale that gave way to a strangled jerk of his shoulders.

Ah, the prelude to a magnificent show.

"What I'm getting at here is that—"

"Hhnk!" Fukuzawa twitched and tears spilled forth from his clear eyes, coating his lashes and streaming down his cheeks. He shifted his hand, pressing the side of his finger just below the nose, applying heavy pressure to the philtrum. Still, he kept his eyes locked on Mori's.

The noise wasn't a stifle so much as a sneeze that hadn't properly escaped, and the frustrated growl that Fukuzawa emitted under his breath was enough to make Mori's toes curl.

"What I'm getting at," Mori said calmly, staring at those irritated, watering eyes, "is that we might need a little assistance from time to time."

The breath Fukuzawa took to reply was his downfall. He dropped his hand from his face, revealing twitching nostril and parted lips, and managed not a single word, just an almighty gasp that had him throwing his head back as though in ecstasy. "Akht'SCHRgh!"

Mori took a half-step backward and clasped his hands behind his back.

Fukuzawa's head reared again, lip curling and teeth shining under the lamplight. "HHhrr'rsSCH! HH'TSCHRRMF! Hahh..." His bleary, watering eyes opened, locking once more onto Mori's. Wet lips parted, chest heaving, eyes half-lidded... Mori crossed his legs. "HhhrRT'SCH!"

This was it. Winter's promise, fulfilled.

[samobservessonic]

This issue sees Kitching on double writers’ duty again, but in the art department we have the return of Ferran Rodriguez, who did the art way back in issue 6. On his first run, I’d been incredibly impressed by Rodriguez giving us a dynamic look at Wing Fortress Zone and we open with more of those cool aerial badnik fights. But unfortunately, while the caption claims that this story takes place in Hill Top Zone, that… sure isn’t Hill Top Zone. This is a bit of a shame, because I can only assume that Rodriguez mustn’t have been familiar with the zone and if he had been, I bet we’d have gotten some great scenes in that zone. But oh well, we work with what we’ve got

Sonic makes short work of the badniks, before being caught by Tails on the way down. It appears they come here under the call of the locals, who are these odd… white human bloke bodies with bird heads stuck on top. We’re still in that transition period between the small animal friends and StC doing what it wants, but I’m quite glad to read on the wiki that we don’t see these particular character designs after this issue. Yikes

Absolutely no one is surprised to hear that StC Sonic is an atheist 

Surprise, it’s Super Sonic! As we saw established in his first appearance in the comic, StC’s Super Sonic works differently to the version in the game, appearing when Sonic is suffering severe stress, which being almost dropped into lava seems to qualify as. They conveniently say here that even Sonic doesn’t know how it happens to leave themselves an opening, because chaos energy will be involved later on. But for now, Sonic was in danger and now he’s become his own (and everyone else’s) worst enemy

One thing this story does give us is an intriguing dynamic between Super Sonic and Tails. Now, while he’s like this, Super Sonic doesn’t recognise friend from foe - he’ll destroy anyone and that includes Tails. But at least in this story, Tails doesn’t seem afraid of him. In fact, he accepts that Super Sonic is his only means of escape and grabs onto him to get a lift out, adding a resigned “I hate it when you become Super Sonic!” to imply that this has probably happened beyond the two times we’ve seen it in the comic

Tails even manages to trick Super Sonic into stopping the lava instead of killing him, by appealing to that Sonic ego. We really are seeing a more confident Tails here than we’ve been seeing in StC so far. Perhaps Tails’s own adventures in the Nameless Zone have helped with that?

We end this story with Sonic turning back to normal and admitting that he doesn’t remember much about being Super Sonic. Not only that, but he’s made a statue of himself out of the cooled lava This is one of those stories where I’ve been more interested in the small details and the setup than the overall story itself. I don’t have too much to say about it, really. Super Sonic appearances always felt like more of a big deal later on, so it’s unusual to see him appear almost randomly here, but he’s always a welcome sight no matter what

[corneliaavenue-ao3]

20 Questions

I would like to thank @thenicestthingiveseen for the ta

How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 9 whole fics on that website

2. What's your total AO3 words count?

A whole whopping 29,110

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Only Harry Potter. I don't know what other fandom I would write for tbh

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Loves a Game, Wanna Play?

up on a roof with a school girl crush

i wrote a poem (you say what a mind)

Island Breeze with the Lights Down Low

the road not taken looks real good now

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I usually do! I love commenting and having conversations with fanfic authors, so I try to respond. Sometimes I read a comment and struggle to really form my feelings into words because I am so overwhelmed that anyone is liking my stuff enough to comment!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably the road not taken... because it ends when the death eaters interupt fleur and bill's wedding

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

up on a roof... ends with their second kiss and i love that for them

8. Do you get hate on fics?

you have to write popular fics to get hate i think

9. Do you write smut. If so what kind?

i do. the kind of smut i write is smut between harry potter and ginny weasley. sometimes they are step siblings in this scenerio.

here is a snippet of chapter 2 of trust him like a brother i intended to write more of last night

Harry cleared his throat at the invitation. "No, I just, er, realized that your mum was awake and leaving the house at the same time we were, you know," Harry's voice trailed off.

"Fucking?" Ginny finished for him, opening just one eye to give him a sharp look. "Your tongue has entered my vagina and you can't say the word fuck?"

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I do not. but i have this weird falling asleep story that i fix season 7 of the 100 by sending bellamy to hogwarts during dh and helps the da because that would still make more sense than whatever the hell the writers wrote

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

YES ACTUALLY. So this is not my first fanfic account. I had one at the bright age of 12, and I wrote a better than revenge fic for ginny based on cho chang, and then SOMEONE STOLE IT! IT WAS SO BAD? WHY WOULD SOMEONE STEAL THAT?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

I have not

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Hinny <3

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

The one where Harry and Ginny get stuck in a time loop at grimauld during ootp. It is bad, and I don't want to take the effort to fix it.

I JUST OPENED IT AND ITS 40 PAGES???? I THOUGHT IT WAS LIKE 15

16. What are your writing strengths?

That is a great question, someone please tell me

17. What are your writing weaknesses?'

I struggle with making my writing sound pretty. Adding detail that paints an image and not so literal. Because most days this is what my writing looks like.

*** is a 71 year old male with a past medical history of HTN, HLD, CHF, GI bleed and a recent hospitalization for PE and is now on eliquis who is presenting to the hospital for significant, persistent epigastric pain. He has had this pain before and it was present during his prior hospitalization. The staff at his nursing home noticed that he was in more pain, so he was brought via EMS to the ED. The pain is primarily in the upper abdomen, specifically the epigastric and LUQ, worsened with palpation, and improved with pain medication.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I struggle with English enough

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

god rest my soul I can already tell you that would've could've should've will be my most listened to song this year and I just love looking into the relationship between Tom and Ginny

[tethered-heartstrings]

Have you ever talked about your writing process?

I probably have but i can share it again!

It's long so I put it under the cut!

I start with an idea and write it down as soon as I can. I'll add details or scenes/imagery I want to see and maybe even quotes or bits of dialogue I want to use. doesn't need to be linear, just need to Get The Idea Out so I don't forget anything.

Often times I will talk to a mutual about an idea. in explaining the idea, the story comes more alive. because in my own head I can see the "in between" pieces so my own notes can be a bit choppy. but having to tell someone else, for them to see the vision, I give more details. such as why I chose a certain line or how something in the beginning connects to something later in the story. even if it doesn't have plot and is a pwp, I can still explain what I see in my head in a very clinical sense. inevitably, whoever I told hypes me up and the excitement adds to my momentum. they can also ask clarifying questions that help me explain a detail better and more fully develop the idea beyond some bullet points bouncing around in my head. I do this to varying degrees; the more plot, the more I tend to elaborate. sometimes them asking a question gives me an idea to add something new I hadn't thought of before.

I also keep a list of my fic ideas on a private and personal discord, categorized by sfw/nsfw. then in each channel (one for each fic), i can add my notes and rambling ideas, images, quotes, etc (including from dms of mutuals I have told) and have them all in one place so I can refer to it alter and am not relying on my memory.

Once I have that, I open up a new document leaving space for a title and tags to be filled in later. rarely does a title come to me immediately. then I write a rough plot summary. it's very much like "this then that then this" without much detail or emotion. very much a river of thought as the story starts to paint itself. this makes sure that I have somewhere to go if I blank out. the store is "written" from start to finish, there is no guess work on what will happen next so I don't get stuck. usually a plot summary is about 10% of the length that the finished fic will be. This one I developed later and has helped me IMMENSELY. because, for example, I once started a fic with a really solid idea but no end goal. I ended up writing 77k and I've basically abandoned it because I have no idea how to finish it, so I am stuck. It would have been a lot less work for me if I had planned it out fully. I tend to not do this for pwps; those kind of write themselves. I get an idea of a particular trope/scene I want to see and write until I get there.

After that, I go line by line and flesh it all out. instead of "will went to bed and had a nightmare", I describe the room, his fear, the nightmare itself, his thoughts about it etc. as the story develops, the original plot summary can change as a new idea can spark. I almost always add a scene or change one dramatically in this stage. The trick to this is I don't stop and go back. I don't let myself edit, I just get the story done. It helps keep momentum and the next scene fresh in my mind. editing slows me down and is my least favorite part and can be discouraging. But if I just go from point A to B to C in one go, then the likelihood it gets finished goes up dramatically.

That is like the first "bulking" of the fic, adding the first several layers of detail. I then go to the top and read through it again, adding even more detail, changing words around if I use one too much, etc. This stage often adds more bulk to the story but not as much as the last stage. sometimes it adds a lot, like priest fic first stage was 18.5k, but with editing it became almost 28k.

Once I feel a fic is actually done and nothing needs to be added, I start to microedit. Nothing more than a sentence gets changed at a time, and my goal is to find tense, spelling, grammar, punctuation errors. more fine toothed comb. I also have my fic and a blank document side by side so I can add tags as I read through it so I don't forget something.

Usually in writing the fic, a title kind of just Happens. sometimes I need to really think about it, and I will often write several down and get opinions. Once I have a title (or deciding between some), complete tags, and a fic, I send it to my beta reader. another set of eyes is SO extremely helpful, and not even just for small errors I missed. some things that made sense to Me need more clarification because my beta reader can't read my mind. and if they are confused, readers likely will be, too. I also can ask if chapter breaks make sense or where they should be.

As I wait for my fic to be returned, or sometimes in procrastination of writing it, I start to find images for a tumblr post. If its a full fic, I like to make a moodboard, and share this with my beta reader too. If it's a pwp, I tend to use just one image. Soooometimes I make/find the images before I even write it lmao. Then I post it, make a tumblr post, and link to my ao3.

I also don't post until my fic is DONE. I am so impatient sometimes but with my first Hannibal fic, I was posting as I was writing and for me, it was really stressful not really knowing when it would end and what would happen next. I am happy and lucky it turned out and became a cohesive fic in the end, but that process was Not Ideal for me.

Not all ideas happen, though. some are more exciting to think of or talk about than to actually make happen. some I know will be long fics/a lot of work/take a lot of time so I hold off on those until I can give them more attention and time. Others take over my entire brain and I cannot rest until it is done.

[deadhands69]

Something More [than each other]

Katsuki Bakugo x gn reader

MDNI

Setting: fuckboy!Bakugo, mid-time skip, Senior Year of College. Reader did not attend UA high, just joined for university. Enemies to lovers (with a lot in between.)

Warnings, etc: smut, angst!!!, light violence/injuries, drinking/intoxication, vomiting, swearing.

[sorry, you’re a mess in this one - i'll make it up in the next one, i promise!]

part 1  -  part 2  -  part 3  -  part 4 -  part 5  -  part 6  -  this is part 7 - part 8

“[y/n]”

“[y/n]”

“[y/n]”

Your name in his voice haunted your dreams and followed you through the day well after you’d woken-up. Such a small thing to mean so much. Maybe you’re overthinking it, you have to be. People say things they don't mean to during sex all the time. Especially when they've had a bit to drink.

It's not like that though, this is different.

Katsuki Bakugo had never used your real name before, opting to call you ‘Backfire’ based on your quirk or some other rude nickname he came up with on the spot. If he hadn't added it to the top of a project the two of you submitted together, you could have assumed he didn't even know your full name. Even after sleeping with him for a month you still weren’t on a first name basis.

That is, until last night.

The memory is etched into your mind. Living rent free, playing on repeat.

“[y/n],” he moaned in your ear moments before whimpering into your neck as he finished. His face lingered on your shoulder, soft lips grazing your skin while he panted to catch his breath. Typically, he moved quickly. One of you being out the door of the other's room within five minutes. Last night he took his time, arms wrapped around you even after you'd both recovered. Eventually, he kissed the back of your neck, cleaned himself up a bit, and left - forgetting his hoodie on your bed.

(Like someone who is normal and totally not obsessed,) you've picked apart every detail of the night for signs of meaning. It all comes back to your name. Over and over and over again.

Nothing else exists. 

Of course, you want to ask someone for advice but you haven't told anyone yet. When you tried to, it felt too personal. Also, with your friends reminiscing about their cute dates it felt weird asking them to decipher the significance of your friend with benefit’s moans. A friend they'd known since high school. Too awkward. 

You couldn't even talk to Bakugo for a reaction, because he left this morning. His part time side-kick job requires him to travel sometimes. He'll be in another country the whole week and you don't think he even has cell service. It's just you now. You, here alone in your room with his voice stuck in your head. 

You want to text him every time you're thinking of him, but don't want him to be overwhelmed when his flight lands and the messages come flooding in. 

This is a totally normal way to feel about a friend you tell yourself while laying face down, clutching his sweatshirt in the bed he fucked you in last night. 

A week later, and you still can't get him out of your head. Your closest friends have been keeping an eye on you more than usual, although they don't know the whole story. Being the only people (as far as you know) who know about your "situation" with him, they both assume you're distant this week because of his absence.

If only they knew.

In any case, Jiro and Mina are heading to a party tonight and you decide to tag along. It'll be good to get out for a bit. Quickly throwing on something cute, you don't make too much of an effort because Bakugo only just returned so he's likely jet lagged and going to bed early. You saw him out your window a bit earlier, looking tired and pretty roughed up. Tomorrow you'll reach out. For now, let him rest for the night. He needs it.

In the lobby, you meet up with your friends before leaving. Kiri texted Mina that Bakugo would be there as well. Your heart jumps more than you'd like to admit at that. The three of you almost wait for them but Kaminari wants to make a beer stop on the way so you agree you'll see them all there shortly. Everyone seems to be preparing to go harder than most nights.

There will be no crazy partying for you though.

Professor Aizawa was nice enough to offer to train with you in the morning, making space in his busy schedule. You’ve been struggling with expanding the reach of your quirk and mentioned it to him in passing. Much to your surprise, he’d offered to help. In spite of what Katsuki Bakugo believes, you absolutely do not have a crush on your teacher but he’s been your favorite hero since you were a little kid and you can’t pass the opportunity.

Speaking of Bakugo, you see Sero and Kaminari. Where is he?

This house is massive. You begin wandering around the party in search of a tall blonde, he should stand out. The living room is dimly lit but you finally spot his messy hair. And he's-

Suddenly, you wish you hadn't seen him. In a dark corner, he's letting himself be pressed into the wall by a random girl you'd never seen before. His hand on her shoulder, staring down into her eyes making that awful lovesick face.

Fuck.  

Being stabbed in the heart might have felt better. You stumble out the door of the house, the contents of your stomach begging to escape. A quick visit to the bushes gains the attention of a very worried Jiro, but you're determined to get out of there. You can explain it to her later (considering how hesitant she still is of your situation, she'll completely understand.)

Carelessly, you slam straight into Shinso. His purple gaze looking you over to make sure you’re okay. There’s some unspoken communication between him and your friend before he decides to get you home safely. You know you’re completely sober but by the way you’re behaving, eyes glazed over and stumbling, no one else does. Nor would they believe it if you pressed the issue. You don’t fuss about it, simply following him on autopilot.

You’re not here though, your brain is a million miles away being forcefully wrenched from some universe where you and Bakugo had any chance together.

He’s not yours, you know that.

He’s not anyone’s. He doesn’t do that sort of thing.

You know it was just physical. Just for fun.

You know it shouldn’t be a big deal.

You know. 

You know. 

You know.

Then why does this hurt so bad?

Shinso grabs your wrist, helping you narrowly avoid tripping over a curb. Still, you can’t be bothered to pay attention to your surroundings.

Your heart hurts. You just want to be home in bed, but even that doesn't sound comfortable. Nothing and nowhere will make you feel better. And what's worse, you let this happen. You shouldn't have spent the last week daydreaming about someone you should have known doesn't care about you like that.

You told him you wanted more fun in your life and, feeling guilty, he gave you that. What was it he said at the beginning of the term, that you needed to get laid but no one pitied you enough to? Then he had reason to feel bad and proceeded to sleep with you. Maybe you should have listened to him when he told you who he was. Let's face it: you chose the wrong person to care for.

The boy with his hand around your arm is so fucking nice, why can’t you just like him?

Or anyone else? Or better yet, no one?

Before you know it, you’re sobbing. Concern creeps over the violet haired boy’s face, having been prepared to keep you safe physically, not knowing to expect this. He brings his face level with yours and asks if you’re okay. You don’t respond.

Because you’re not okay. 

You want your life to go back to when you were happy just being alone. Before you knew what it was like to be close to Katsuki Bakugo. Before you let him get too close.

[sorry this one is so short! it made the most sense to end this part here. i won't leave you hanging too long though - part 8 will be up very soon. it's the final part, switching between Bakugo’s perspective and yours]

part 8 - series masterlist - bnha masterlist

Taglist: @anonymity-222 @k1tk4tkatsuki @arsonfrogger @dragonscribble @kalulakunundrum

@screaming-dough @rikislove @gold24fish @ita606 @arc6021

@pikachuzhc @jeanbabygirl @nemisimp

[mad4detailing]

Top High-Quality Car Detailing Products You Need.

Taking care of your car isn’t just about keeping it clean—it’s about maintaining its shine, protecting the paint, and ensuring it looks its best for years. To do that, you need high-quality car detailing products that not only give great results but also make your work easier. Here’s a simple breakdown of the essential products you need to elevate your car care game.

1. Ceramic Coating for Long-Lasting Protection

Ceramic coatings are a game-changer. They create a protective layer on your car’s surface, making it resistant to dirt, water, UV rays, and minor scratches. It leaves your car with that glossy, “just-detailed” look for months.

Why You Need It: With ceramic coating, your car stays cleaner longer, and you won’t have to wash it as often. Plus, it makes your car’s paint pop with shine.

2. pH-Balanced Car Shampoo for Safe Cleaning

Using a high-quality shampoo is essential to avoid damaging your paint. Look for a pH-balanced formula that gently removes dirt without stripping away protective coatings like wax or ceramic.

Why You Need It: Regular shampoos might strip off the protective layers on your car. A pH-balanced shampoo cleans thoroughly while keeping your paint protected.

3. Microfiber Towels for Scratch-Free Care

Not all towels are made equal! Microfiber towels are soft and absorbent, which helps prevent scratches and swirl marks on your car’s surface when you dry or buff it.

Why You Need It: Old rags and regular towels can leave behind fine scratches. Microfiber ensures your car stays swirl-free and shiny.

4. Clay Bar for Deep Cleaning

Even after a wash, some contaminants like tar, sap, or industrial fallout can remain stuck to your paint. A clay bar helps pull these impurities off, leaving the surface ultra-smooth and ready for waxing or sealing.

Why You Need It: If your car’s surface feels rough even after washing, it’s time to use a clay bar. It restores smoothness, making your paint shine again.

5. Wax or Sealant for Extra Shine and Protection

A good wax or sealant locks in that freshly-cleaned look and protects the paint from UV rays, dirt, and other contaminants. While wax gives a more classic, deep gloss, sealants offer more durability.

Why You Need It: Wax and sealant act as an added shield between your car and the elements, making sure it looks good even after a long drive.

6. Tire and Trim Dressing for a Finished Look

Tires and black trim can fade over time, making your car look older. A good dressing brings back that deep, black finish, making your tires and trim look brand new.

Why You Need It: If you want your car to have that complete, polished look, you can’t forget the tires and trim. A quality dressing keeps them looking fresh for longer.

7. Detailing Brushes for the Hard-to-Reach Areas

For those tricky spots like wheel spokes, vents, and emblems, a detailing brush is a lifesaver. These brushes help you clean areas that regular cloths can’t reach, without damaging delicate surfaces.

Why You Need It: Clean wheels, grills, and badges make a huge difference in how polished your car looks. Brushes help you reach every corner effortlessly.

Conclusion

Using the right car detailing products can make a huge difference in how your car looks and feels. From ceramic coatings to microfiber towels, each product plays a role in giving your car that professional touch. Whether you're maintaining your vehicle at home or prepping it for a special event, investing in high-quality detailing products ensures you get the best results every time.

So, grab the essentials and start detailing like a pro—you’ll love how your car looks when you give it the care it deserves!

[pikadxtra]

UltiMelee

(Edited on April 7th, 2025)

Status: Active Tag: #UltiMelee

This is a hack for Super Smash Bros. Melee that aims to tweak all characters' attributes and movesets to match their Super Smash Bros. Ultimate counterparts, and working from that mix to balance the cast by changing parts of their moveset while keeping true to their character. There are also changes to some mechanics to mix the best of both games, keeping the faster nature of Melee while bringing the better mechanics of later games over, and leaving behind some of Melee's worse ones for a better experience overall.

Mainly, mechanics like Powershield (I think that's the term for the reflecting projectiles with a perfect shield) and Meteor Cancelling have been removed, though others have been changed as well.

More details below the cut.

Mechanics changed from vanilla include:

Powershield has been removed; projectiles can no longer be reflected by shielding, as this invalidates 99% of projectiles in the game. They can still bounce off your shield like other games, and you can still use digital shield.

Meteor Cancelling has been removed; moves can no longer be jumped out of if they have downwards angled knockback.

Airdodges don't leave you in Freefall; this is experimental for now, ideally airdodges shouldn't cancel your gravity momentum, but this is how it is for now.

Ledge invincibility can no longer be abused; invincibility from ledge now functions like shields, regenerating with time, meaning you can't ledge stall anymore.

Hitbox angle 367° (Autolink) has been added; this allows multihit moves to connect more reliably.

Ledge grabs prioritize closest player instead of being port dependent.

Two players attempting to grab at the same time will cause a tech grab, sending both players back instead of giving priority based on port.

Bury mechanics now behave like Brawl's, where a strong hit will unbury.

Various bug fixes: Throw hitstun bug fix, Freeze glitch, Invisible ceiling, Phantom Hits.

Wobbling disabled after 3 hits.

C Stick works properly in 1 Player Modes.

Other miscellaneous changes:

Names can be longer.

Can play as alternate characters by pressing Z over Zelda (Sheik), Captain Falcon (Male Wireframe), Peach (Female Wireframe), and Bowser (Giga Bowser) on the Character Select Screen to switch between characters. For now, victory screens have been disabled because most of these characters weren't meant to be playable and have no victory animations, causing the game to crash if they win a match.

Neutral spawns on competitive legal stages.

Player can select amount of stocks in All Star Mode.

HUD becomes transparent while players are under it.

Game rules default to 4 stocks, 6 minutes, Friendly Fire on.

Each character will have a post dedicated to them when they are done being worked on, because it's too much to focus on for this post.

Additionally, I should note that this mod doesn't aim to elevate characters to top levels in vanilla, but rather a more healthy balance centered around what you'd expect from a mid tier character like Mario or Samus in vanilla. I will do my best to avoid a spacies situation like Project M and Project +. The goal is to make a fun game that still functions competitively, not kill the fun for both sides. Ultimate was closest in good balance, but it was still far from perfect, so this is an attempt to make something better. No overpowered characters, and no unusable ones either should be the end result if things go right.

Honestly, I have more fun with Melee casually than I do in Ultimate already, but it's a mixed bag competitively for both. If things go right, players should still be able to express themselves through their character instead of being stuck with the same options every time. It's a lot to ask for, but I think it should be doable.

[gali-la]

ooo questions for fanfic writers!! answer however many you'd like! <3

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits? 4. What detail in take everything with you (but leave the sun behind) are you really proud of? 15. What’s your favorite AU that you’ve written? 21. If you wrote a “missing scene” in Beneath the Skin, Through the Heart, what would it be? 42. Have you ever received a comment that particularly stood out to you for whatever reason?

thank you!! ♥

So many juicy questions omg. i have to drop by your inbox too later >:) (once i check to see what's already been asked XD)

Okay!! for #2, oh boy, let's see...

the number one tag is "One Piece Bingo" with thirteen works, but by my decree, that doesn't count. MOVING ON, we've got "smut" with ten works and, yeah, that kind of fits. especially with the demon that was Kid week—hot damn, did i do smut for that. Next up is "Angst" with seven works, then "Established relationship" (6), "Alternate Universe—Modern Setting" (5), and finally, "Nightmares" (5). Honestly, the only one im surprised by there is "modern setting." i didn't think i wrote that many, though the rest of these sure fit imo. i do love my angst and smut XD

#4: What detail in take everything with you (but leave the sun behind) are you really proud of?

That's a tough one i do love this work a lot. hmm. I am gonna say im proud of the prose, though that's more of an overarching thing than a detail. Nonetheless, it's still a lil foray outside of my usual writing style and i enjoyed it <3

Now a detail so i can actually answer this question... im gonna say this bit towards the end:

"Her wings spread of their own accord, allowing her to feel the cold wind through her feathers once more. His first words to her came to mind. Hello, little bird. Would you like me to take you away from here? Yes, she chanted, yes, yes, please, anywhere you want to go."

It's precious to me. I don't know why,, it's got a lil undercurrent of "wow you are so fucked" but also peacefulness and i was jumping out of my skin to write it down <3

#15: What’s your favorite AU that you’ve written?

Oh my god this is so tough. It's stuck between two right now—one of them I've only written like, half a paragraph for (you know the one) so im gonna say it doesn't count yet.

Winner then has to be then my One Piece Demon Slayer AU. God, I wanna write more of this when i have the time, but right now, there's only one work out there in the realms: Pink is the Prettiest Color (if you check it out heed the tags!!). I just love both OP and KNY so much... and swords are so sexy... ANYWAY i've got like. a whole conspiracy for this au i believe ive cursed you with it in the past. SOMEDAY im gonna write more for it >:)

#21: If you wrote a “missing scene” in Beneath the Skin, Through the Heart, what would it be?

ahhhhhhh what a good question. I'm almost tempted to say "the wedding" but that's such a cliche answer let me think about it.

It's hard because that's one of my favorite works and I feel like it's pretty solid as is. Now, the question is—am i thinking of a scene i would like to have added, or a later addition/standalone that's connected but not required for the story? In the first case, I think a "experimenting with makeup" and such scene would have been cool. It's silly and small (and i have no fuckin clue how makeup works) I think it would have been a cool scene to further explore Rosi's newfound femininity. now, in the latter case, first thought that comes to mind is the honeymoon. skip the wedding, vows, whatnot, and straight to the married bliss. im a sap like that (also, more smut >:) I do love my katacora smut). I'm not sure if I'll ever add more to this, but these are tempting thoughts!!

Last but not least, #42: Have you ever received a comment that particularly stood out to you for whatever reason?

ABSOLUTELY. I got one that is very nsfw so I will spare you that one—but another of my faves is a pair of comments on Pink is the Prettiest Color (1) (2). They were very sweet and flattering, of course, but I could also feel the love for the works and the love for both of the fandoms!! They melt me <3

Of course, all essay comments also hold a very dear place in my heart. they make me want to cry every time i see them—like, oh my god, someone enjoyed my work that much?? holy cow asdfsjfovhs

Thank you for the questions, my dear dear gen <3 these are so much fun to think about

(dang this post got long. Here's the questions if anyone wants to ask away/reblog for themselves!)