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[keehomania]

act a fool — rcm (18+)

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ smut, fluff, slowburn, swearing, fast & furious elements, reckless driving, drunk driving, enemies to lovers, gun use, crashout!rafe, kook/pogue dynamic, eventual smut, minors dni, drop! 2 fast, drop! 2 furious

there was a world on the island that went beyond the surface-level rivalry between the rich and the poor, one that thrived off something the two tribes both loved, made into a competition. a good alternator, lubrication, a solid engine—things that led to the adrenaline rush they couldn't get from their gas station beer or firing their dad’s gun. it was the wind in their hair and the money they knew they’d get from it if they were good enough.

you had moved to outer banks when you first heard the rumors, striking up your fancy as you pondered finally being able to live up to your father’s name. he had made a name for himself when he was your age, on that very island, and you were determined to honor it as much as you could. he was what the islanders considered a pogue, and so were you. you weren’t ashamed of it—it was just the way things were. and you weren’t ashamed of him either.

“that’s good, guys. right there,” you said, your voice carrying over the low hum of conversation and the clang of tools against metal. workers shuffled around the shop, hoisting equipment into place and unrolling cords across the smooth concrete floor. the building was nothing fancy—cinderblock walls painted a clean white and a pair of garage doors wide enough to fit the biggest cars on the island—but it stood out amidst the weathered, sun-bleached shops and homes that made up the cut. that was the point. it needed to catch their eye, needed to show them that even a pogue could make something worth noticing.

the smell of fresh paint mingled with the faint tang of oil and grease, scents that already felt like home. a sleek hydraulic lift sat in one corner, freshly bolted into place, while a row of shiny toolboxes lined the back wall. you’d spent months saving for those, cutting corners wherever you could, taking extra shifts at the docks, and bartering favors to make it happen. now, they gleamed like trophies.

your gaze drifted to the wall above the toolboxes, where you’d hung a photo in a simple black frame. it was an old shot, the colors slightly faded—a younger version of you standing beside your father, both of you grinning ear to ear with a grease-streaked hood open behind you. he’d always said, “it doesn't matter if it's by an inch, or by a mile—winning is winning,” and you’d carried those words like a mantra, applying them not just to the races but to everything else in life. fixing cars, building this shop—it didn’t matter how long it took or how many setbacks you faced. progress was progress.

you smiled faintly as you brushed a bit of dust off the frame, imagining the way his eyes would light up if he saw what you’d built. he’d be proud, you were sure of it.

“hey, boss, where’d you want this?” one of the workers called out, interrupting your thoughts. he was holding a heavy-duty air compressor, shifting his weight under its bulk.

“over there, by the second bay,” you directed, pointing toward the far end of the shop where a workstation was slowly coming together. a workbench stood half-assembled, and you could already envision it cluttered with tools and parts, the heart of the operation.

as they hauled the compressor into place, you moved to another corner where a small office space had been carved out. the desk was secondhand, its surface worn and scratched, but you’d given it a fresh coat of varnish that brought out the grain of the wood. a laptop and a stack of invoices sat neatly on top, alongside a mug that still smelled faintly of the coffee you’d downed that morning.

outside, the rumble of engines drifted through the open garage doors, reminding you why you were doing this. the underground racing scene was cutthroat, a place where the line between rivalries and respect blurred in the haze of burning rubber and roaring engines. you’d need every edge you could get, and this shop was going to be your base, your sanctuary, and your weapon all at once. satisfied with the progress, you stepped back to take it all in. the shop wasn’t finished yet, but it was getting there.

it was hard to snap you out of your thoughts, but an unfamiliar voice had done its job.

“this your shop?”

you cocked your head to the right, meeting the friendly gaze of a man you didn’t recognize. he looked to be in his early twenties, taller than you, with tan skin, sun-bleached blond hair, and arms that suggested he spent more time surfing than doing anything car-related.

“yeah,” you replied coolly, the edge in your tone natural. “getting there.”

he took a step forward, his gaze sweeping over the shop with a mixture of admiration and curiosity. “no kidding,” he said, grinning wide enough to light up the room. “the cut doesn’t have any good mechanics. shitty parts, shitty people. i was getting my dodge fixed the other day, and the guy was totally drunk…”

he kept talking, his words tumbling out one after another, like he couldn’t stop himself. you guessed it was nerves—the way he kept glancing around, his hands fidgeting in his pockets.

“shit, i’m sorry,” he said abruptly, realization dawning on his face. he stopped in his tracks and ran a hand through his hair, looking sheepish. “i’m jj maybank. sorry for rambling.”

you didn’t know anyone on the island yet, and he seemed harmless enough, with a disarming charm that wasn’t exactly unwelcome. you extended your hand. “nice to meet you, (y/n) (l/n).”

his handshake was firm but friendly, his smile genuine as he asked, “you a racer? mechanic?”

“whatever i wanna be,” you replied with a casual shrug.

jj’s grin widened, impressed by your confidence. “i like your enthusiasm.”

he stepped further into the shop, his curiosity getting the better of him as he started to examine everything. he crouched to inspect the hydraulic lift, nodded in approval at the toolboxes, and paused by the engine stand, where a half-dismantled v8 waited for your attention.

“what’re you doing to this one?” he asked, gesturing toward the engine.

“rebuilding it,” you replied without missing a beat. “block had a crack, so i welded it. now i’m just replacing the camshaft and lifters.”

jj blinked, clearly surprised. “you did the welding yourself?”

“yeah. why?”

he let out a low whistle, his admiration obvious. “most people would’ve scrapped it, don’t you know?”

you smirked but didn’t respond, letting him wander through the shop. he asked more questions as he went, quizzing you about everything from the tuning process to the differences between turbochargers and superchargers. you answered each question easily, and his impressed nods became more frequent. when he reached the back wall, he stopped abruptly, his eyes landing on the photo of your father. he stepped closer, studying it with reverence.

“you’ve met him?” he asked, his voice quieter, almost awed. “dude’s like my hero.”

tension settled in the air as you replied, your voice steady but firm, “well, i’d hope so. dude’s like my dad.”

jj turned to you, his mouth slightly open, his expression stunned. “you’re joking.”

you folded your arms, your gaze steady. “dead serious.”

“bullet?” he asked, his voice rising. “the bullet? your dad?”

you nodded, the weight of the moment pressing down on you thanks to the rather spontaneous topic. but it was gonna come up at some point, you knew that. jj looked back at the photo, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe it. “that’s insane. he was a legend. the races, the cars, everything. i mean, he’s the reason i even started racing in the first place.”

“he’s the reason i came here,” you said quietly, your eyes flicking to the photo. “wanted to honor his name. his legacy. that’s why i started this shop.”

jj was silent for a moment, clearly processing everything. his mind was working—though you could tell it didn’t happen often—until something lit up in his eyes. when jj maybank got a good idea, it wasn’t often, but it was always worth considering.

“what if,” he started, pausing to make sure you were listening. “what if you drove with the pogues?”

you blinked, caught off guard. “drove with you?”

“yeah,” he said eagerly, the excitement building in his voice. “we’re always looking for drivers, and with what you know? you’d be perfect. plus, your dad’s reputation alone would make waves.”

you thought about it, letting the weight of the opportunity settle over you. your father’s voice echoed in your mind, reminding you that he’d always been one to take a chance. winning is winning. finally, you nodded. “i’m in.”

jj had spent the next hour perched on the edge of a worn metal table, watching you in silence. his gaze tracked every movement of your hands as you worked on the motorcycle in front of you, the harsh fluorescent lights of the shop casting a sharp glow over the sleek black paint. he was fascinated, though he tried not to make it too obvious.

the motorcycle wasn’t anything special—just a kawasaki with a busted fuel pump you’d been hired to fix. you’d dismantled it with expert precision, the kind that made even jj, someone who lived for speed, pause in appreciation.

“that’s not your ride, is it?” he finally asked, unable to hold back his curiosity.

you clicked your tongue in mild irritation at the interruption, but your answer was sharp and clear. “not a fan of anything with two wheels. only use them if i have to.”

“so what is your ride?”

you glanced up at him, smirking. “in the back.”

jj raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “wanna show me?”

you finished tightening the bolts on the fuel pump, wiped your hands on a nearby rag, and straightened up. “sure. why not?”

he hopped off the table, following you eagerly as you wheeled the motorcycle into place and locked up the shop. when you led him to the garage at the back, he couldn’t hide the anticipation bubbling beneath the surface. his mind raced with possibilities. a supra? a skyline? he had already started placing bets with himself. whatever it was, he could already tell it’d be something worth seeing.

the garage door groaned in protest as you unlocked it and slid it open. the smell of oil and gasoline hit him first, but his attention snapped to the vehicle parked in the center of the space.

“no fucking way,” he exhaled, his voice barely above a whisper as he stepped closer. his hands hovered over the car, reverent, before finally making contact. “camaro?”

you nodded, leaning casually against the garage wall, watching him with amusement. “z/28,” you clarified.

“but the z/28 isn’t supposed to be out yet,” he said, his voice full of disbelief. “not until next year.”

you shrugged, smirking. “rules don’t apply to everyone, maybank. what’d you think?”

jj turned to you, his eyes wide and pleading, a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. he didn’t have to say a word for you to understand what he was asking.

“you wanna take her for a spin, don’t you?” you teased.

he nodded furiously, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you tossed him the keys. “don’t wreck it,” you called after him as you slid into the passenger seat. “you’ll owe me an eight-second car if you do.”

he didn’t need any more encouragement. the engine roared to life as he turned the key, the deep, guttural sound filling the small garage. he gripped the wheel with a wide grin, barely containing his excitement. the camaro tore out of the driveway and onto the street, its tires screeching as he pushed the gas pedal to the floor. the car was smooth, powerful, and perfect—a beast on wheels.

“holy shit,” jj breathed, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. “this thing is unreal.”

“told you,” you replied, smirking as you leaned back in your seat, your eyes on the road. “handles like a dream, doesn’t it?”

“more than a dream. gotta be in heaven or some shit.”

he shifted gears with practiced ease, the camaro responding to every command as though it was an extension of himself. the wind whipped through the open windows, and the sound of the engine reverberated in your chest. the drive to the pogues’ shop didn’t take long, though jj seemed to savor every second of it. when he pulled up, the building came into view—a far cry from your setup.

the shop was rough around the edges, just like the pogues themselves. the walls were made of weathered wood, the roof patched in places where time and storms had taken their toll. a rusted sign hung crookedly above the door, reading “outer banks auto parts.” the front yard was littered with old car parts and broken tools, a makeshift graveyard for vehicles long since stripped for parts.

jj parked the camaro carefully, as if it was made of glass, before jumping out and grinning at you. “welcome to paradise,” he said with a laugh, gesturing toward the shop. you stepped out, taking in the scene. it was rural, gritty, and undeniably pogue, but there was something charming about it. something real. something your father would have respected.

yoy let your gaze drift over the pogues’ shop, taking in its rough exterior and cluttered front yard. the place had character, you’d give it that—old wooden walls bleached gray by the sun, mismatched patches on the tin roof, and rusted car parts scattered around like they were part of the decor. it was the polar opposite of your shop, but it felt honest in a way that was hard to ignore.

“this is nice,” you said after a moment. “real earthy.”

jj rolled his eyes, smirking. “it’s okay, you can be mean. i can take it.”

you shrugged, letting a sly grin play on your lips. “alright, it’s pretty shitty. but it’s practical.”

“damn straight it is,” he laughed, walking around to your side of the car and gesturing for you to follow him inside.

the moment you stepped into the shop, you felt like you didn’t belong. the interior was as mismatched as the outside—a haphazard mix of tools, parts, and personal touches that somehow worked. it wasn’t the mess that made you feel out of place, though; it was the dynamic. you could tell right away that these people were a family, and you were the outsider walking into their world.

“guys!” jj called, his voice echoing in the small space. “got someone you need to meet!”

the group turned toward you, their expressions a mix of curiosity and friendliness.

“this is john b,” he started, clapping a hand on the shoulder of a tall guy with messy hair and an easy smile. “our fearless leader, or something like that, kind of glazing him.”

the man grinned and offered you his hand, “nice to meet you.”

“and that’s sarah, his girlfriend,” jj continued, gesturing to the blonde girl beside john b. she had a warm, welcoming smile that immediately put you at ease.

“hey,” she said, stepping forward and giving you a quick hug. “it’s great to meet you.”

“over here, we’ve got pope,” jj said, nodding to a guy who was leaning over a disassembled engine, his hands covered in grease. “he’s the brains of the operation. technical genius.”

pope looked up, wiping his hands on a rag and offering you a firm handshake. “nice to meet you. you a racer or a mechanic?”

“both,” you said with a small smile.

pope raised an eyebrow, impressed. “good to know. we could use someone with your skills around here.”

“and this is cleo, pope’s girlfriend,” jj said, pointing to a girl with short, dark hair and a sharp, confident demeanor.

“finally, another girl around here,” cleo said with a grin. “it’s a relief, i tell you. what’s your pick?”

before you could answer, jj jumped in. “that’s the best part. she’s not just a racer or a mechanic. her dad, dude? her dad was bullet.” the room fell silent.

“that’s not funny, j,” john b said after a moment, running a hand through his hair in disbelief.

“it’s true,” you said, your voice steady. “he’s the reason i’m here. wanted to honor his name and his legacy.” the weight of your words settled over the group, their expressions shifting from shock to admiration.

kiara, who had been quiet until now, smiled and crossed her arms. “well, it’s a good thing you’re here, then. our cars are busted to hell, and we don’t have enough hands to fix them.”

pope nodded in agreement, his brow furrowed in thought. “think you’re up for it?”

jj scoffed, rolling his eyes. “what kind of question is that? did you see the babe she rolled up in?”

sarah exchanged a glance with pope before turning back to you, curiosity lighting up her eyes. “okay, i have to ask. what do you ride?”

you pointed to the camaro parked outside, its bright orange paint gleaming in the sunlight.

“no way,” john b said, walking to the door to get a better look.

“bless your heart,” sarah said, pulling you into another hug.

the guys crowded around your camaro like kids at a candy store, their voices blending into an excited buzz. they ran their hands over the sleek orange paint, marveling at the flawless bodywork and muttering about its specs. you let them admire it, knowing the car deserved every ounce of awe it was getting. instead, you leaned back against the shop wall, folding your arms as the girls joined you.

“that’s some ride you got there,” kiara said, her tone more genuine than envious. her sharp features softened slightly as she looked between you and the camaro.

“thanks,” you replied, watching the boys from the corner of your eye. “seems like it’s already making an impression.”

she laughed lightly. “you came at the perfect time. we’ve got a big one coming up tonight.”

her words piqued your interest immediately. “big one?” you echoed, tilting your head.

sarah and cleo exchanged knowing glances before sarah leaned in slightly. “the kooks,” she said with a mix of irritation and anticipation. “we’re supposed to race them again tonight.”

you furrowed your brow, intrigued by her tone. “tonight?”

“yup,” kiara answered, a flicker of disdain crossing her face. “they’ve got their shiny cars and their squeaky-clean reputations, but they’re dirty as hell when it comes to racing.”

“they can race up front,” cleo added, nodding toward the shop’s door, “since they’ve got the cops under their thumb. us?” she gestured around dramatically. “we’ve got to be more lowkey. hence the shop.”

your gaze wandered to the garage’s cluttered interior and then back to them. “what’s the winning streak like?”

the girls shared a look that told you everything you needed to know before sarah even said, “not great.”

“not great?” you pressed, arching a brow.

kiara let out a frustrated sigh. “the kooks have everything. better cars, better drivers, and they don’t play fair. we’re lucky if we finish a race without something going wrong.”

“or someone crashing,” cleo added pointedly.

sarah’s expression darkened slightly. “especially when rafe’s involved.”

“rafe?” you repeated.

“my brother,” she admitted reluctantly, her cheeks coloring in embarrassment.

“wait, hold on,” you said, straightening up. “your brother races against you?”

she nodded, her lips pressing into a thin line. “some people call him crash. others go with crashout. he’s—let’s just say he’s a dirty racer with a good car.”

the nickname didn’t ring any bells for you, and you shook your head. “never heard of him.”

sarah looked both relieved and mortified at the same time. “well, consider yourself lucky. he’s dangerous, and not just on the track.”

“not to mention a total asshole,” cleo muttered under her breath, earning a small laugh from kiara.

“where’s this race happening?” you asked, leaning forward slightly, intrigued.

kiara stepped in to explain. “figure eight. there’s a parking lot on prairie avenue between a few streets. that’s where everyone meets up. people bring their cars, check each other out, and if they’re feeling bold, they race.”

“and the problem?” you asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it anyway.

“our cars are in the worst shape imaginable,” kiara admitted, her voice heavy with frustration.

you couldn’t help but grin. “well, good thing i’m here.”

the three girls looked at you, surprised by the confidence in your tone. “you’re really gonna help us?” sarah asked, her voice tentative but hopeful.

“yeah,” you said with a small nod, letting your eyes drift back to your camaro. “bring your cars to the shop tomorrow, and i’ll see what i can do.” the relief on their faces was evident, but you weren’t done. you hesitated for just a second, then added with a smirk, “but on one condition.”

cleo raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “what’s that?”

“we race tonight,” you said firmly, your gaze fixed on your camaro as the sun glinted off its polished surface.

the heat was relentless, even as the sun dipped lower, casting an amber glow over the dusty road. you could feel it seeping into every fiber of your clothing, making the denim of your shorts crease uncomfortably against your skin. the humidity clung to you like a second layer, and you tugged at the flap of your tank top, attempting to let even the smallest breath of air cool you down.

your thighs stuck together with every shift of your legs against the seat, and you found yourself leaning forward slightly, hoping the breeze coming through the open window would offer some relief. it didn’t, not really, but you were too focused on the directions pope was giving you to care too much. “left up here, then just keep going straight for a bit,” he said from the backseat, his voice steady and sure.

your hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel as you nodded, your eyes scanning the road ahead. each turn brought you closer to the meeting spot, and the thought of the race waiting for you settled like a heavy weight in your chest. jj sat beside you, his elbow propped against the window as he stared ahead—or at least he was supposed to be staring ahead. instead, his eyes kept darting to you.

he knew he should be focused on what was coming: the race, the cars, the adrenaline of it all. but sitting this close to you, he found himself completely distracted.

the way your tan lines peeked out from under your tank top, hinting at just how much time you’d spent in the sun. the way your shorts seemed to live up to their name, riding up just enough to make his throat dry. and then there was the sheen of sweat on your neck, trickling down to disappear under your shirt, making him lick his lips absentmindedly as he tried to focus on anything but how good you looked. It wasn’t working.

“you sure you’re cool with racing?” sarah’s voice broke through the tension, her words directed at you from the backseat where she leaned comfortably against john b’s chest.

you glanced at her briefly in the rearview mirror before returning your focus to the road. “why wouldn’t i be?” you asked, keeping your tone neutral.

she shrugged, though the concern in her voice remained. “they could put you up against rafe, for all you know. he doesn’t exactly play fair.”

your stomach churned slightly at the thought. you weren’t afraid of racing—not in the slightest. losing didn’t scare you either. but being humiliated by someone like rafe cameron? a dirty racer with too much confidence and too little morality? that was a whole other story. you swallowed the knot forming in your throat and shrugged one shoulder, keeping your gaze firmly ahead as the scenery began to shift. the buildings thinned out, replaced by open stretches of road and the occasional cluster of trees.

“we’ll see,” you said simply, your voice steady despite the unease twisting in your gut. it was all you could manage.

as the city gave way to open roads, you began to notice a shift in the atmosphere. people, crowds. they were scattered along the sides of the road, gathering near the parking lot pope had mentioned. the thrum of engines filled the air, a low hum that vibrated through your chest and sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine. there was no turning back now.

the meeting was unlike anything you had imagined. cars were everywhere, of all makes and models, their glossy exteriors illuminated by the flickering streetlights overhead. the smell of gasoline and burnt rubber mixed with the salty tang of the sea breeze, a stark reminder of the island setting. music blasted from several vehicles, creating a chaotic symphony that drowned out the distant crash of waves.

people milled about in groups, leaning against cars or crouching near open hoods, talking shop or simply passing time. they ranged from sun-kissed surfers in board shorts to mechanics with grease-stained hands, and even the occasional tourist drawn in by the allure of rebellion. this wasn’t just a car meet—it was a full-blown spectacle. you had never seen anything like it on such a small island.

guided by pope's directions, you navigated the camaro into an open space, sliding it neatly beside a sleek motorcycle. the rumble of the engine ceased, leaving an almost deafening silence in its absence. you exhaled deeply, your fingers lingering on the steering wheel before glancing over at jj, who was already grinning like he owned the place.

“let’s go, hotshot,” he teased, nudging your shoulder.

with a roll of your eyes, you pushed the door open, stepping out into the crisp night air. it was a relief against your overheated skin, instantly making the effort of the journey feel worth it. you stretched your legs, groaning softly as the ache from sitting too long set in. leaning against the hood, you extended one leg at a time, trying to shake the feeling back into them.

“my legs are killing me,” you muttered, leaning back as you let your body relax against the car’s warm surface.

jj chuckled, already fishing something out of his pocket. a small flick of a lighter revealed the joint he’d pulled free, and he tucked it between his lips with practiced ease. he took a slow drag, letting the smoke curl around his lips before catching the look on your face.

“what?” he asked, his grin lazy. “cops won’t be here for a while. might as well relax.”

you narrowed your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. when he passed the joint to you, you didn’t hesitate, taking it between your fingers and mimicking his earlier drag. the burn was sharp, and the faint haze that followed was just enough to steady your nerves. as you passed it back, you began to notice the shift in attention around you. whispers spread through the crowd, heads turning toward the camaro with curious gazes. it wasn’t just because of the car—it was because of you.

the pogues showing up at a meet like this wasn’t exactly uncommon, but showing up in a ride like this? that was unheard of.

one gaze, in particular, lingered longer than the others. it belonged to a tall, lean man with blond hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow under the streetlights. his stance was rigid, his jaw clenched, and his expression was a mixture of confusion and unbridled fury. you met his gaze head-on, your lips curling into a subtle smirk as you passed the joint back to jj.

“whose ride is it?” the man’s voice rang out, cutting through the chatter like a knife. conversations died instantly, leaving the air heavy with tension. “whose fucking ride is it?”

john b and jj exchanged a glance, both clearly ready to jump in and defend you, but you weren’t about to let anyone fight this battle for you.

“why?” you called back, your tone laced with casual confidence. “you like her?”

the man’s eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a sneer as he stepped closer. “enough to know no damn pogue should be driving her,” he spat.

he stopped just a foot away, his presence looming. the girl clinging to his arm tightened her grip, her gaze flickering nervously between the two of you.

“that might be an issue,” you mused, feigning worry as you stepped away from the car. your smirk only deepened. “she’s all mine.”

the murmurs around you grew louder, and the man’s scowl deepened. he scanned the camaro like it was something out of place, something that didn’t belong—much like you.

“never seen you around before,” he said finally, his tone low and clipped. “yet here you are, driving a car that shouldn’t even be out yet. what’s your game?”

his question hung in the air like a challenge, his blue eyes boring into yours with an intensity that demanded submission. for a split second, you wavered, but then your gaze caught sarah’s in the crowd. her wide eyes and subtle shake of the head told you all you needed to know. that was him. that was rafe cameron.

“i’m here to race,” you said, your voice steady despite the knot in your stomach. “what about you?”

gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd, the shock obvious. someone challenging rafe—crash—was a rare sight. doing so with such blatant confidence? absolutely unheard of.

rafe’s smirk returned, cruel and condescending as he turned to glance at his friends. “shit, almost feels mean, y’know?” he drawled. the smirk vanished as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by a cold, predatory look. “but i guess you’re asking for it, yeah?”

you shrugged, refusing to let him see even a hint of the unease simmering beneath your calm exterior. pulling your wallet from your back pocket, you thumbed through the bills inside before pulling out a neat stack.

“three grand sound okay?”

jj and john b’s heads whipped toward you, their expressions a mix of disbelief and panic. “dude, you sure she’s not a dealer?” john b muttered under his breath, earning a smirk from jj.

rafe’s eyebrows shot up, surprised but clearly pleased by the amount. he reached out to take the cash, his smirk returning. “just kissing your minimum wage money goodbye,” he taunted.

you held his gaze, unflinching as you replied, “we’ll see.”

the moment the crowd began to gather around your camaro, a sense of tension hung in the air, thick and uneasy. every movement you made felt magnified—your every touch, every glance, being scrutinized by dozens of curious eyes. it was as if the crowd held its breath, watching not just the car but the story unfolding before them. some whispered to each other, eyes flicking between you and rafe, while others simply observed, waiting for something to happen.

kiara, standing off to the side, looked at you with concern etched across her face. her usually cool demeanor was cracked with worry. “you don’t have to do this,” she said softly, stepping closer to you, her voice filled with an unmistakable sense of care.

john b, leaning against the door, chimed in, his tone casual but tinged with unease. “yeah, seriously. this could just be a waste of money, and we don’t even know if it’s gonna be worth it.”

you could feel their eyes on you, the quiet insistence that you step back, that maybe this was too much. the worry in their voices almost made you hesitate, but you brushed it off. this wasn’t about money or the risk—it was about proving something. not to them. not to rafe. but to yourself.

without saying another word, you ignored their concerns, focusing on the task ahead. the crowd had thickened around you now, the murmurs of awe growing louder as the sleek camaro stood at the center of attention. it wasn’t just the car; it was you, the girl who’d shown up on the island with something the pogues rarely ever had—something new, something bold. you popped the hood, and the sound of the latch clicking was a signal to the crowd. you stepped forward, your fingers brushing the cold metal of the engine, making subtle adjustments as you moved with practiced ease.

“she’s really good,” sarah said from behind you, her voice laced with admiration.

rafe, standing with his friends and glaring at the scene before him, overheard the comment. he scoffed, trying to mask the flicker of doubt in his eyes. “good? please,” he muttered under his breath. in his mind, this was just another way to put the pogues in their place. if you could make it to the starting line, he figured, you’d be an easy target.

the kooks watched, standing in a small huddle, exchanging glances. but it wasn’t just the kooks you had to worry about. the crowd itself was becoming more animated, murmuring louder with every adjustment you made under the hood. jj, watching closely, exchanged a look with pope, both of them speechless at first. they couldn’t believe it—not in a million years. they thought they knew you, thought they’d seen every side of you. but this?

“you’re kidding, right?” pope said, eyes wide with disbelief. he took a cautious step forward, clearly in awe.

jj exhaled sharply, his eyes locked on what you were doing, his voice low as he tried to comprehend what was unfolding. “that’s good thinking.”

cleo, standing off to the side, seemed confused. she glanced between the three of them, wondering what they were seeing that she wasn’t. “what’s wrong?” she asked, her voice cutting through the noise.

but it wasn’t until you clicked something into place, securing the small device under the hood, that they all saw it. your hands wiped against your thighs, brushing off the excess grease from the engine.

“nitrous oxide,” jj finally spoke, a slow grin creeping onto his face. the pride in his voice was unmistakable, his confidence swelling as he looked at the sleek system you had just attached with ease.

pope's eyes were wide with shock, the realization dawning on him. “nitrous oxide,” he repeated, his tone almost reverent now. “you’ve got nitrous in there.”

jj chuckled, his grin broadening as he leaned back slightly, watching the reactions around him. “told you she was a pro.”

the camaro’s engine thrummed under your fingertips, the steady hum vibrating through your hands as you gripped the wheel tightly. you kept your eyes darting between your friends, who were standing by, watching the tense scene unfold with a mixture of nerves and excitement. each of them looked different, their faces reflecting their worry and disbelief, but they weren’t going to stop you. not now. the three grand, all of it, was in pope’s hands, and you were past the point of no return. then there was rafe.

he sat in the blue skyline beside you, the car that seemed like it was built for something other than street racing—a car that was sleek, dangerous, and made your skin crawl just by being too close to it. the paint job was dark, almost black in the night, with a glossy sheen that made it look like it was alive. the grill at the front, sharp and angular, gave the car an aggressive stance. the rims gleamed under the streetlights, and the custom body work screamed money and power—a car meant for someone who never had to worry about getting caught.

rafe leaned back in the driver’s seat, his smirk irritatingly smug, his eyes gleaming with the confidence of someone who knew he could win. the kooks, standing on the sidelines, weren’t giving him the same level of attention they’d given you. they didn’t see you as a threat, not yet. rafe was everything they believed in—money, power, status.

he rolled down his window and glanced at you, eyes filled with disdain, the condescension oozing from his every movement. “you can still quit, walk away with some dignity,” he called, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear. his smirk only deepened as he waited for your response.

you gripped the wheel harder, ignoring the slight tremor in your hands. “i’d rather walk out with three grand,” you shot back, trying to sound steady, your voice not betraying the nervousness you felt in your gut.

rafe’s smirk faltered for a moment before morphing into something darker, more sinister, like a predator sizing up its prey. he didn’t respond. the air between you thickened, charged with the bitter taste of impending tension. you couldn’t back down now.

the countdown began, and the sound of the crowd intensified, murmurs flowing like a wave through the crowd. you adjusted your grip, eyes locking on the red lights ahead, each second stretching on forever. rafe’s skyline revved beside you, his engine purring in a way that sent chills down your spine, the sound of it cutting through the night like a warning.

three.

two.

one.

the lights flickered green.

without hesitation, you slammed your foot on the pedal, the camaro lurching forward as the engine roared to life. your heart hammered against your chest as the world blurred around you, the rush of adrenaline flooding every inch of your body. you didn’t even think—your focus was singular, your vision narrowed to the street ahead of you.

but rafe wasn’t just racing. no, he had something else in mind. he took the lead, his car shooting ahead with the kind of precision that came from years of practice. you could hear the engine of his skyline growling as he sped ahead, his tires gripping the pavement with ease. his technique was flawless—he was smooth, cutting through the curves with a level of control that made it seem like he had done this a hundred times before. but you weren’t out yet.

with a fierce push, you hit the button for the nitrous, the world around you instantly transforming. the sudden surge of speed jerked your body back into the seat, the force of the gas shooting the camaro forward in an explosive burst. the crowd gasped, eyes widening as the car roared past rafe, cutting through the air like a bullet.

the street blurred past in flashes—streetlights, dark corners, distant buildings, all a streak of color and light as you shot forward. the world felt like it was moving in slow motion while your heartbeat raced to match the speed of the camaro. rafe’s skyline was already fading into the distance, his once confident smirk now replaced by the flash of surprise that barely registered before your car overtook him.

you were ahead. you could feel it, the surge of power under the hood, the tight grip of the steering wheel as you maneuvered through the streets with precision. the sounds of tires screeching, engines roaring, the shouts of the crowd—it all felt distant, like it was happening to someone else. you were in the zone. the finish line was in sight. the end was near. but then you heard it. the sirens.

your heart lurched as you glanced in the rearview mirror, your pulse spiking. flashing lights flickered in the distance—red and blue dancing in the rearview mirror. the cops. you dared a glance to the side, your eyes catching rafe’s face. his smirk was back. of course it was. he knew exactly what was coming. the kooks got away with everything. you knew that. they always did, but you? you were just a pogue. the rules didn’t apply to them.

without thinking, you swerved sharply, the tires screeching as you turned hard onto a side street, your hands working the wheel with a frantic precision. you had to get away. you couldn’t be caught. not now. not when the finish line was so close. you pushed the pedal down harder, your foot practically cemented to the accelerator as you raced down the dark streets. the cops were gaining on you, but you couldn’t afford to let them close.

a sharp turn ahead forced you to slide the car sideways, the tires barely catching the slick pavement as you shot through the intersection, narrowly avoiding a crash. the camaro’s rear end fishtailed, and you gritted your teeth, feeling the car fight against you as you struggled to regain control. but you didn’t stop. you couldn’t.

you could hear the sirens growing fainter as you swerved back onto a familiar street, the one where the race had begun. your friends were still there, waiting, watching in shock as you came into view, just barely ahead of rafe, whose skyline was left trailing behind you. you pulled up, the camaro skidding slightly as you came to a stop. your heart was still pounding, but the adrenaline rush was starting to wear off. you barely had time to catch your breath before you yanked the door open, your legs unsteady as you practically fell out of the car.

the sound of sirens was growing distant now, the cops lost in the maze of streets behind you. but you were here. you made it. and you’d won.

the cheers from the crowd echoed in your ears, but they felt distant, like they belonged to someone else. you didn’t have time to celebrate, not when the unmistakable wail of sirens grew louder behind you, chasing you down like a relentless predator. the victory you’d earned so hard, the three grand, the rush of taking down rafe—it was all slipping away as quickly as it had come.

“get in!” you shouted, your voice sharp as you cut through the noise of the crowd. you didn’t have to say it twice. kiara was already jumping into the backseat, followed quickly by the others. their faces were a mix of exhilaration and concern, realizing that the win wasn’t enough to guarantee freedom. the sirens were closing in, the lights flashing bright and blinding in your rearview mirror.

the rest of the crowd was scattering now, some of them cheering as they saw the drama unfold, while others realized what was happening and fled in fear of the cops. but you weren’t going to stop. not now. not after everything.

with a quick glance at your friends, you slammed your foot back onto the pedal, the camaro roaring to life as you surged forward, the engine growling under the strain. the car seemed to leap forward, the tires screeching against the pavement as you floored it, the gas pedal an extension of your will.

jj’s voice broke through the hum of the engine, his words barely audible over the chaos. “holy shit, holy shit, holy shit,” he repeated, his voice cracking with disbelief as he held onto the door, clutching anything he could find to keep steady. you could feel his body jerking with every sharp turn, the force of the acceleration pulling everyone back into their seats.

none of them had ever felt anything like it. the rush was unlike anything they’d experienced, the car’s power and the nitrous giving them a surge of speed that was intoxicating. the scenery blurred into streaks of light and dark, the world outside narrowing into a tunnel as you pushed the camaro to its limits.

“you won,” kiara said, her voice filled with awe, trying to catch her breath from the sheer force of the ride.

you didn’t respond right away. sweat dripped down your temple, stinging your eyes as you focused on the road ahead, trying to block out the flashing red and blue behind you. it didn’t matter that you’d won. not when rafe had pulled every dirty trick in the book to make sure you wouldn’t get away unscathed.

“he rigged it,” you scoffed through gritted teeth, eyes darting to the rearview mirror again. “called the pigs.”

a heavy silence washed over the group. kiara’s breath hitched in the backseat, and pope’s expression hardened, the weight of the truth sinking in. they all knew what it meant.

“he knew he was gonna lose,” sarah spoke up, her voice tinged with disbelief, though she didn’t sound surprised. she knew how rafe operated. “he called them in advance.”

your fist slammed against the steering wheel, the impact reverberating up your arm as frustration bubbled over. you should’ve seen it. you should’ve known. your victory didn’t count when the police were already on your tail, and the realization stung more than the heat of the engine. you forced yourself to focus, to block out the anger and the regret. you had to get away. the sirens were almost unbearable now, but you couldn’t let them catch you. you needed a plan, a way out.

“where to now, pope?” you asked, your voice sharp but steady, trying to keep the panic from creeping into your tone.

he leaned forward from the backseat, his face illuminated by the dim glow of the dashboard. “where they won’t expect it,” he said, his voice steady despite the tension. “tannyhill.”

the sound of loud music and laughter echoed throughout the expansive, chaotic mansion, but inside the game room, a tense silence hung heavily in the air. rafe’s anger was palpable, his fists slamming onto the pool table with such force that the glassware and ashtrays scattered in all directions. his knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of the table, his eyes narrowed in pure frustration, as beads of sweat dotted his forehead.

“dude, what the fuck’s your problem?” topper asked, leaning against the doorframe, his brows furrowed in confusion.

rafe wiped his forehead roughly, trying to shake off the burning anger that seemed to radiate from every part of him. “got the cops on her,” kelce reminded him. “she didn't win.” he could see his friend was losing it, and he wasn’t sure what was worse—the fact that rafe had been outsmarted by a pogue, or that he was pissed off enough to go on a rampage.

“nah, man,” rafe growled, his fingers trembling as they pressed against the surface of the pool table. “you don’t get it.” his gaze sharpened, cold and menacing as he continued, his voice low and barely contained. “she's a pogue. shouldn't have had to call the cops in the first place.”

topper and kelce exchanged a concerned look, clearly aware that rafe’s pride had taken a hard hit, but unsure how to deal with it. kelce raised an eyebrow, pushing himself off the chair and giving rafe a sideways glance. “what’d you expect, man?” he asked, his voice carrying a touch of disbelief. “you know who her dad is.”

rafe’s attention snapped to his friend, his eyes darkening as he leaned in. “what’d you say?” his voice was a low growl, every syllable dripping with tension.

kelce didn’t flinch. “her dad, y’know? king of the road. bullet. you know, the one who used to run shit back in the day.” his words were casual, but there was a sense of finality to them. “word travels fast, bro. she came back, opened up her own auto shop, all for her pops.”

rafe froze. his fingers, still trembling, gripped the edge of the pool table, but his attention was now fixed on kelce. “bullet,” he muttered, a cold realization creeping into his voice. his mind began to race, the pieces of the puzzle clicking into place.

topper and kelce exchanged another glance, this time more wary than before, as they watched the slow burn of recognition in rafe’s eyes. kelce leaned forward, lowering his voice slightly as he clarified. “that bullet. not a different guy, the one you’re thinking of. the same bullet that faced ward twenty years ago.”

he paused, letting the weight of that sentence sink in, “the one who won.”

rafe’s jaw tightened, his muscles visibly tensing as the name echoed in his mind. bullet. his father’s old rival. the man who had humiliated rafe's father in a way that still stung to this day. now, the realization that your father—bullet—was the one behind you, fueling your ambition, was like a slap to the face.

rafe muttered something under his breath, a guttural sound that barely left his lips. the anger that had been boiling over now shifted into something darker, more dangerous. his eyes narrowed to slits as he dug a small bag of white powder from his pocket, the crinkling of the bag sounding too loud in the tense silence. he flipped open the bag, spilling the powder onto the pool table, his hands shaking as he used his black card to cut thin, meticulous lines.

“fuck,” he whispered under his breath as he stared at the lines. his hand trembled slightly as he rolled up a dollar bill, preparing to snort the powder. as he did, his mind began to focus, the fog of rage lifting ever so slightly, replaced by something more methodical. “i think we should,” rafe trailed off, his voice low and still shaky, the tremors not just from the drug but from something far more sinister.

he paused, his eyes fixed on his friends, who were both watching him closely. “well, rafe?” topper asked. “tell us, what's your great idea?”

“i think we should kill them all.”

the bass of the music hit you before you even stepped through the door, the pounding rhythm vibrating through your chest. it was the kind of house party that could only be thrown by someone who had too much money and too little to lose. the walls seemed to pulse with the sound of voices and laughter, the air thick with cigarette smoke and the tang of spilled drinks. people were scattered around, some lounging in the living room, others crowding the kitchen, while a few shady figures lurked in the corners, eyes darting around like they were waiting for something to go wrong.

pope, walking beside you, couldn’t help but notice the way your hands shook. it was subtle, but enough for him to notice. he glanced at you, concern written across his face. “on second thought,” he said, his voice quieter than usual, “i don’t think this is a good idea,” but you didn’t stop. it was too late now, the moment you’d stepped foot into the lion’s den. rafe was here, and the race might’ve been over, but this was far from finished.

jj trailed behind you, already making his way to the cooler in the corner, grabbing a beer. you noticed the smile on his face, the way his lips curled as if he was already relishing the thought of watching rafe squirm.

“what’re you smiling for?” you snapped, trying to steady yourself against the wave of tension that was crawling up your spine.

he shrugged, cracking open his beer. “not every day you get to see rafe cameron lose,” he said, his words carrying a hint of truth, but you knew it didn’t change the fact that rafe had played dirty. he’d made sure the victory didn’t feel real.

you barely had time to dwell on that before you heard a familiar voice. “hey!” john b called out. you turned to see him and sarah standing at the top of the stairs, grinning like they were in on some private joke. he had his arm wrapped around sarah's waist, and you couldn’t help but smirk.

“we’re gonna—well, there’s something i gotta show sarah upstairs,” he said, his voice laced with playful mischief.

jj raised his beer and threw a wink their way. “you crazy kids have fun,” he called out, his voice dripping with enthusiasm.

the two of them disappeared up the stairs, leaving you to continue through the crowd. the house was a mix of people—some familiar, some not. there were a few faces you recognized from the high school halls, kids who never seemed to do much more than party and live off their family’s money. but then there were others, people with sharper eyes, a bit too much grit in their demeanor, lurking in the shadows. you could feel their gaze flicker over you, sizing you up like prey.

but you didn’t stop walking. you pushed forward through the mass of people, not caring if you brushed against anyone. not caring about anything except the feeling of knowing exactly where this was heading. and then you saw him.

he was standing near the back, surrounded by his usual crew—kelce, topper, and a couple of other people you didn’t know. rafe’s eyes met yours the moment you stepped into his line of sight, and for a split second, the room seemed to pause. it was as if everything else faded, and you were the only two people in the house.

you didn’t hesitate. without even a thought, you walked up to him, your steps sure, your anger driving every movement. without warning, you grabbed him by the collar, yanking him forward. the world seemed to blur around you as you smacked him across the face, the sharp crack of skin on skin echoing in the room. the crowd around you went silent for a split second, but it didn’t matter.

“you stupid, cheating son of a bitch,” you snarled, voice dripping with rage. “hurt that bad losing to a pogue? you had to cheat?”

rafe didn’t flinch. his expression remained cold, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your skin crawl. his jaw tightened, his lips curling into something cruel. and then, just like that, his hands shot up and wrapped around your neck.

you gasped, struggling against the sudden pressure as his fingers dug into your skin. “don’t you ever call me that again,” he whispered, his voice cold, deadly. you tried to pry his hands away, your vision starting to swim as you fought for air.

“my old man might’ve lost to your dad,” rafe continued, his grip tightening even more. “but i sure as hell won’t lose to a dirty fuckin’ pogue like you.”

and it hit you. the words, the venom in his tone—it wasn’t just about the race. it was about something much deeper. his father had lost to your dad, bullet—the man who had earned his reputation in a way that rafe’s father could never match. the history between the two didnt run deep, but the animosity was thicker than blood.

you struggled harder, but the more you fought, the tighter his grip became, the pressure on your throat making it harder to breathe. your thoughts began to blur, your fingers clawing at his wrists, desperate for freedom.

but then, out of nowhere, you felt rafe being yanked away. jj, who had appeared from the crowd, threw his weight into the pull, dragging rafe off you with force. he stumbled back, hands still twitching as he tried to regain control, but jj wasn’t letting go.

“just you wait, pogue,” rafe called out, his voice hoarse from the force of his own words. “see what happens when you act a fool.”

jj didn’t respond. he didn’t need to. he shoved rafe back, and you staggered away from the chaos, breathing deeply, trying to recover from the shock of it all. as you made your way out of the fray, you glanced back to see rafe sitting back down at the table, his gaze empty. his body trembled slightly, his fingers still shaking. it wasn’t just about the race. it wasn’t even about you. his father didnt think he was good enough, so he wanted to be better.

the next morning, the smell of oil, metal, and grease filled the air as you worked in your shop. sunlight streamed through the garage’s open doors, illuminating the chaos within. it was shaping up to be a long day. your friends had brought their cars in, and calling them “in bad shape” was an understatement. each vehicle had its own set of unique, stubborn problems, from mechanical issues to cosmetic disasters. and on top of all that, jj’s dirt bike sat propped on its stand in the corner, waiting for a fresh coat of paint and some mechanical tlc.

you were perched over jj’s dirt bike, one leg swung lazily over the seat as you carefully sprayed on a bold blue coat of paint. the color shimmered slightly under the sunlight, and you allowed yourself a small moment of satisfaction. jj had insisted on something flashy, claiming he wanted it to “blind anyone he left in the dust.”

nearby, sarah’s car sat on a lift, its underside exposed. it was a sleek white coupe, but the suspension was shot to hell, the front bumper barely hanging on, and there was a mystery rattle that drove her crazy.

“you could do a lot more with it if you had a v8,” came a voice, smooth and cutting through the sound of your wrench.

your heart jumped. tense, you turned slowly, eyes narrowing as they locked onto rafe cameron standing at the edge of your garage. he was dressed in a crisp button-up, shorts, and boat shoes, a golf club casually slung over his shoulder like it belonged there.

“typical boys,” you quipped, recovering quickly, a smirk forming on your lips as you straightened. “always worried about whose engines bigger.”

rafe’s mouth twitched into a wry smile, though his eyes still held that unnerving sharpness. “what’re you doing here?” you added, your tone turning sharp. “came to trash my stash?”

he scoffed, taking a slow step forward, the metal head of the golf club clicking lightly against the cement floor as he walked. “got a garage more expensive than these rides,” he replied coolly, eyes scanning the cars around you. you rolled your eyes and turned back to sarah’s car, wiping your hands on a rag.

“the rumors are true,” rafe continued, a hint of amusement in his tone. “cut’s got its first shop run by a woman.”

you scoffed, glancing over your shoulder at him. “and if you open one, it’ll get its second.”

his smile faltered for a split second, irritation flashing across his face, but it didn’t stick. instead, he stood there, watching you with an expression that was equal parts frustration and intrigue.

“listen, pogue,” he said, his voice dropping slightly, “you can call me out for calling the cops, but i know about your nos tanks. doesn’t seem fair to me.”

you set your wrench down with a loud clang, turning to face him fully. “any real racer knows you can use as many tanks as you want,” you said, stepping closer to him, your tone unwavering. “if you can handle it. can you handle it, rafe?”

for a moment, his annoyance shifted into something else, something almost predatory. his gaze flicked over you, and he tilted his head slightly, as though trying to figure you out. how could a pogue talk to him like this—fearlessly, no less—after what had happened last night?

“i can handle a lot more than you think,” he responded, a sly grin creeping onto his face as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a fat stack of bills. “how about you set it up for me? i’ll make it worth your while.” with a sharp motion, you pushed his hand down, forcing him to lower the money.

“bring your ride in and put your money away,” you said, your tone low but steady. “you’ll pay me back with a race. a fair one.”

rafe’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, his smirk growing wider. “sounds fair to me,” he countered, his voice dripping with challenge. “if you can handle it. can you handle it, (y/n)?”

you tilted your head slightly, mirroring his grin as you leaned closer. “i can handle a lot more than you think.”

the roar of the skyline’s engine filled your shop as rafe pulled back in, the bright blue paint glinting under the fluorescent lights. the car was immaculate, sleek and modern, with a body that screamed speed and power. you couldn’t help but appreciate it. rafe stepped out, leaning casually against the car, his gaze drifting to the corners of your shop.

“nice place you got here,” he said, his tone almost dismissive, but his eyes were scanning every detail.

“nice car,” you shot back, wiping your hands on a rag as you approached. r34, right? not bad, even for you.”

rafe’s smirk deepened, pleased you knew your stuff. “figured i’d bring her to the best,” he said, his voice dripping with irony.

you didn’t rise to the bait, gesturing for him to follow you. you led him to the closeted section of your shop, a hidden alcove where you kept your stash of tanks. the area was organized chaos—rows of shiny tanks stacked neatly, tools hanging on the walls, and a sturdy metal workbench in the center.

“how’s this shit work?” rafe asked, leaning against the table as he watched you pull a tank from the shelf.

you set it on the bench, grabbed a wrench, and began working. “it’s simple, really,” you said, your tone matter-of-fact. “nitrous oxide gets injected into the engine. gets the oxygen levels up during combustion. more fuel burns, so that means more power. it’s a burst, though—not something you use all the time.”

rafe nodded, his expression unreadable as he watched you work. you moved with precision, attaching the nos lines to the skyline’s engine, ensuring every bolt and connection was secure.

“got a closet full of this shit,” rafe remarked, glancing around.

you shrugged, not looking up from your work. “guess i like it fast.”

he raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “how do i know you’re not screwing me over?”

you straightened, wiping your hands on your shorts with a smirk. “take her for a spin,” you said simply.

he scoffed, crossing his arms as his gaze flicked between you and the car. “yeah, right. and if it blows me up?”

you rolled your eyes, already fed up. without a word, you opened the passenger door and climbed in, settling into the seat next to him. rafe hesitated for a moment, unsure if you were planning something, but eventually slid behind the wheel. you were immediately impressed by the interior—sleek, modern, and meticulously maintained.

he pulled out of the shop and onto the main road, driving casually until you reached a long, empty street.

“how’s it work?” he asked, his voice breaking the silence.

you pointed at a button near the gearshift. “press it,” you said, your tone almost mocking. “unless you’re scared.”

rafe’s gaze snapped to yours, his jaw tightening at the challenge in your voice. he wasn’t going to back down. slowly, deliberately, he pressed the button.

the effect was immediate. the skyline surged forward with a ferocity that pressed you both back into your seats. the engine roared, the world outside becoming a blur as the car rocketed down the street. rafe’s hands gripped the wheel tightly, his eyes flickering between you and the road.

“keep your eyes on the road, playboy,” you said, your voice steady despite the speed.

rafe smirked, his knuckles tightening on the wheel. “why? think we’re gonna crash?”

you didn’t blink, your gaze locked on him. “don’t know,” you said calmly. “haven’t decided yet.”

taking that as a challenge, rafe shifted his focus back to you, his blue eyes burning with determination. he kept the car hurtling forward, the engine screaming, his gaze never leaving yours. the tension in the air was evident, every second stretching into eternity as you stared each other down. the red light came into view, and rafe hit the brakes hard. the car skidded to a stop, tires screeching, the force jolting you both forward slightly. but even then, his eyes stayed locked on yours.

“i could’ve killed you,” he said, his voice low, almost a whisper.

you held his gaze, unwavering. “you wouldn’t.”

the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon as you parked the last of your friends’ cars at their usual spot. each vehicle gleamed, repaired and polished. you stepped out, expecting gratitude and maybe a few jokes, but instead, you were met with silence. they were all there, standing stiffly in front of their shop, their expressions grim. you could feel the tension radiating off them as you walked closer, the quiet pressing against your chest.

“guys?” you called out, slipping from the driver’s seat and approaching cautiously. “what’s wrong?”

no one answered. the explanation came into view soon enough.

their shop was a disaster. broken glass littered the ground, the walls were defaced with cruel graffiti, and the door hung off its hinges. the words scrawled across the front made your stomach churn: “pogue trash,” “deadbeats,” “just like your daddy.” your breath caught in your throat as you took in the scene, each insult like a punch to the gut.

“what the fuck happened?” you asked, your voice tight with anger and disbelief.

jj ripped his cap off and hurled it to the ground, his face flushed with fury. “those fuckin’ kooks, man,” he spat at no one in particular. “those fuckin’ kooks.”

you stepped closer, your boots crunching against the broken glass as you stared at the hateful words. the damage was extensive—tools missing, shelves overturned, and a pile of broken parts in the corner.

“they didn’t even try to hide it,” you muttered, your voice shaking.

pope sighed heavily beside you. “don’t take it personal,” he said, though his tone suggested he didn’t quite believe his own words. “at least they didn’t touch the cars.”

kie nodded, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. “yeah, thanks for fixing them for us,” she said softly, though her gratitude was muted by the weight of what had happened.

but their words barely registered as you stepped closer to the shop, your hands curling into fists. “who was it?” you asked, though you feared you already knew the answer.

jj scoffed bitterly. “who do you think?” he shot back, his voice dripping with venom. “rafe and his buddies.”

your stomach sank. you’d gone out of your way to help him, to level the playing field, and this was how he repaid you? it wasn’t even about the shop—it was about principle. he had crossed a line.

without another word, you grabbed a broom and started cleaning. the others joined in silently, the air thick with anger and frustration as you worked together to sweep up the glass, scrub off the graffiti, and salvage what you could. every stroke of the brush, every shove of the mop, only fueled your resolve.

by the time you finished, night had fallen, and exhaustion hung heavy in the air. you handed the broom to jj, your jaw set as you turned and made your way back to your car.

“where’re you going?” sarah called after you, her voice laced with concern.

you didn’t answer, you didn’t need to. the sound of the car door slamming shut was your only response as you started the engine and drove off into the night, your mind racing with one thought: rafe cameron was going to answer for this.

the engine hummed beneath you as you sped toward figure eight, the north side of the island, where the kooks played their games and looked down on people like you. your fingers drummed against the steering wheel, a steady rhythm that betrayed the pounding of your heart. the streets were quiet, eerily so, but you scanned every shadowed alley and empty corner, searching for him. or, more specifically, for his stupid skyline.

your knuckles whitened against the steering wheel, tension coiled in your chest. rafe cameron. of course, it had to be him. the golden boy with a mean streak a mile wide, hiding behind wealth and privilege while wreaking havoc for fun.

as you turned onto another desolate road, your eyes caught the glow of a parking lot up ahead. slowing down, you squinted, scanning the lot as you passed by—and there it was. a skyline, much like his, sat tucked in the farthest corner, its polished body gleaming under the fluorescent lights.

“there you are,” you muttered, a sharp edge in your voice as you pulled into the lot.

you drove straight toward the car, parking directly across from it, headlights glaring like a spotlight. the engine idled as you stepped out, leaving the car on as a statement. across the lot, the driver’s side door of the skyline opened, and out stepped rafe. he didn’t look pleased.

“what the fuck are you doing here?” he snapped, his voice dripping with disdain.

you didn’t answer. Instead, you marched toward him, shoving him hard enough to send him stumbling back a step. “have a busy night, kook?” you spat. “steal some parts? trash some shops?”

rafe scoffed, recovering his footing as he stepped closer. his smirk was infuriating, his air of nonchalance calculated. “you’re out of your mind,” he muttered, but when your hand shot up to slap him, he caught it mid-air, his fingers wrapping around your wrist in a grip that made you wince.

“what’re you gonna do? arrest me?” he taunted, his voice low and biting. his grip tightened, making you clench your teeth. “you said you liked it fast, but you’re still not up to speed—this is the way things are here, pogue.”

he let go of your wrist, and you shoved him again, this time harder. his reaction was swift, his hands grabbing the front of your top and yanking you forward, slamming you against the hood of his car.

“let go of me, you son of a bitch,” you growled, struggling against him. but then your gaze locked onto his, and your tone turned razor-sharp. “what’re you gonna do next, rafe? choke me again? hit me? gonna hit me, rafe?”

his jaw clenched, his expression darkening as he stared down at you. he knew you were provoking him, pushing him toward the edge—but the hit never came.

instead, it came in the form of cold metal pressed against your temple, sleek and unyielding. your breath hitched as you realized what it was. a pistol, pulled from his waistband, now trembling slightly in his hand.

“come on, rafe,” you murmured, your voice soft but deadly. “do it, pull the trigger. let me see you do it.”

his hand shook, his grip faltering as his body trembled with barely-contained rage. the air between you was electric, charged with tension and unspoken words. finally, with a roar that made you flinch, he pulled back, stepping away as he spun around and shouted into the night, his voice raw and guttural.

“don’t push me,” he hissed, turning back toward you, his expression twisted with anger and something else—something almost like regret. “you know i’ll hurt you.”

you stayed frozen, stunned as he climbed back into his car and slammed the door. the tension still buzzed in the air as you staggered back to your own car, fury boiling in your veins. you didn’t look at him as you started your engine, but you knew he was watching.

as you pulled your car into reverse, you didn’t stop. you turned, aiming your headlights straight at him, and accelerated, tires screeching as you sped toward him. rafe’s eyes widened, but only for a second before his expression hardened, glazed with anger. you could see him mutter something to himself, though you couldn’t hear it over the roar of the engines.

“come on,” he whispered, his voice almost a growl. “see if you have the fucking balls.”

neither of you slowed. the distance between you closed rapidly, your gazes locked, unflinching, as your cars raced toward each other like bullets. it was a game of chicken, and you weren’t about to lose.

at the last second, rafe was the one to swerve, tires screeching as his skyline drifted to the side, narrowly avoiding impact. your own car skidded in the opposite direction, drifting towards the opposite sode, and for a moment, the lot was silent again, save for the low rumble of idling engines.

“i told you you wouldn’t,” you whispered under your breath, gripping the steering wheel so tightly your knuckles ached.

the gym was barely lit, the overhead lights casting long shadows across the space as rafe paced like a caged animal. the heavy bag swung idly, a testament to the beating he had given it earlier, but his fists weren’t satisfied. his knuckles were raw, bloodied, and split, but the rage in his chest burned hotter, untamed.

kelce leaned against the wall, trying to appear nonchalant, but the tension in his posture gave him away. topper sat on one of the benches, a water bottle in hand, his expression hovering between amusement and concern.

“she got you good, man,” kelce said, trying to lighten the mood. “never seen a girl get you this mad.”

rafe didn’t respond. his chest heaved as he muttered to himself, words too quiet for anyone else to catch. his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his entire body taut with frustration.

“hard to find a girl who knows how to drive,” topper chimed in, a smug grin on his face as he leaned back. “but a hot one? needle in a haystack.”

it was the wrong thing to say. rafe’s roar echoed through the gym, a guttural sound that tore through his throat, making both kelce and topper jump. before they could react, rafe’s fist slammed into the wall with a sickening crack, leaving a jagged dent in the drywall. his knuckles followed suit, blood smearing across the pale surface as he pulled back.

“dude, you need to calm down,” kelce said, stepping forward cautiously, his hands half-raised in a placating gesture. he exchanged a nervous glance with topper, who was now sitting upright, the humor gone from his expression.

but rafe wasn’t hearing any of it. his breathing was erratic, his gaze wild as he turned away, pacing again. he ran a trembling hand through his hair, tugging at the strands as if the pain might distract him from whatever was boiling inside. what was it with her? how could someone so infuriating, so goddamn pogue, crawl under his skin like this? she was everything he despised—defiant, reckless, unpredictable—and yet she was all he could think about. the way she stared him down, the way she challenged him, dared him even, as if she knew just how far to push before he broke.

was it the hatred that fueled him? the way she made his blood rush, his heart race? lr was it something else, something he couldn’t put into words but that kept him coming back, like a moth to a flame?

“i hate her,” he finally hissed, his voice low but venomous. his chest rose and fell rapidly as he turned to face his friends, his knuckles still dripping red. “i fuckin’ hate her.”

the bonfire blazed brightly against the inky night sky, crackling and sending sparks into the air as the party raged around it. the salty tang of the ocean mixed with the scent of burning wood and the faint whiff of spilled beer. laughter, shouting, and the deep bass of a playlist made the beach feel alive, every corner buzzing with energy. people crowded around coolers, passing drinks, leaning against cars, or dancing to the music. shadows flitted across the sand as groups clustered closer to the fire, the light flickering across their faces.

you pulled into the makeshift parking area, your headlights briefly illuminating the crowd before you cut the engine. the hum of the party immediately filled the car, but you stayed seated, your hands still on the steering wheel. the adrenaline from earlier hadn’t worn off, but it had simmered into something heavier, something confusing.

how could someone be so insufferable? how could he manage to boil your blood and make your pulse race all at once? you hated his entitlement, his smirk, his stupid blue eyes that always seemed to hold a challenge. he wasn’t worth the energy, and yet here you were, your grip tightening on the steering wheel as if trying to ground yourself.

“you okay?” jj’s voice broke through your thoughts.

you turned your head slightly to look at him, his blue eyes filled with concern. he noticed the slight tremble in your hands but didn’t push.

“yeah,” you said quietly, forcing a small smile. “yeah, it’s a party. i’m great.”

he didn’t believe you, not entirely, but he nodded anyway. jj knew when to let things go.

stepping out of the car, you were immediately hit with the cacophony of the party. the bonfire cast an orange glow that danced across the sand, illuminating faces both familiar and unfamiliar. the crowd was thick, packed with kooks and pogues alike, though the latter were clearly outnumbered. as you walked toward the fire, someone approached you, his voice loud and filled with enthusiasm.

“camaro!” he shouted, clapping a hand on your shoulder. “too cold for cameron.”

you blinked at him, startled, unsure how to respond. the race had clearly made an impression, and word had spread faster than you could’ve imagined. it was an uncomfortable kind of notoriety, but jj took it in stride.

“the people love you,” he said with a smirk, grabbing two beers from a nearby cooler and handing one to you. “give the people what they want.”

you rolled your eyes, but the truth was clear. everyone was impressed—almost everyone.

rafe was seated by the fire, his legs stretched out lazily, one arm draped over the shoulders of a girl who was chattering away. her friend sat nearby, giggling at whatever she was saying, but rafe didn’t seem to be paying attention. he didn’t even know her name, not that it mattered. just that he was lonely, and she tasted like tequila. his gaze was locked on you. the tension from earlier wasn’t visible in his expression, but there was something in his eyes. his beer bottle hovered near his lips as he stared, his brow furrowing slightly as he took in the sight of you.

you weren’t wearing your usual gear—no grease-stained shorts, no leather boots. Instead, you’d chosen a white dress, short and flowy, paired with white heels. it was simple, but it transformed you, softening your edges in a way rafe hadn’t expected. he should’ve looked away, should’ve focused on the girl clinging to his arm or the drink in his hand. but he couldn’t.

you noticed his stare and felt the weight of it, your stomach twisting uncomfortably. quickly, you lifted the beer jj had given you and took a long swig.

“thirsty, aren’t you?” he teased, raising an eyebrow.

you exhaled sharply, shaking your head. “sober. way too sober.”

the night dragged on, the bonfire crackling loudly as laughter and chatter mixed with the low thrum of music. jj handed you another beer before motioning toward the campfire. “come on, let’s sit,” he said, his tone light, though his eyes lingered on you, searching for any signs of lingering tension.

you sighed but followed, settling into the sand next to him. the heat from the fire washed over you, much unlike the cool breeze that carried the smell of saltwater. you leaned back slightly, the exhaustion of the day weighing heavily on your shoulders. every muscle ached, and all you wanted was the sweet escape of sleep. but sleep wasn’t an option, not here, not now.

you sipped your beer slowly, savoring each drop as it slid down your throat. across the flames, rafe sat, his arm lazily draped over the girl he had come with. he wasn’t looking at her, not really, but when she leaned in to kiss him, his lips met hers in a display that felt more performative than passionate. your gaze dropped instantly, your stomach churning. you prayed no one had noticed your reaction, but the heat crawling up your neck betrayed you.

“camaro,” topper’s voice cut through the din, dragging your attention back to the group.

you turned your head slightly, your body tense as you met his gaze.

“word on the street says you’re racing our man again,” he said, his tone laced with amusement.

jj glanced at you, his confusion evident. “again?” he asked, but you only shrugged, feigning nonchalance as you popped the cap off another beer.

“street doesn’t lie,” you said simply, taking a swig.

kelce and topper exchanged impressed looks, nodding as if to say they approved. but kelce’s smirk widened as you continued, “even when its racers are dirty cheats.”

the air shifted. rafe’s head snapped toward you, his eyebrows raised in challenge. the firelight reflected in his narrowed eyes, adding to the intensity of his glare.

“called street smarts for a reason, isn’t it?” he said, his smirk sharp.

you rolled your eyes, leaning back against the driftwood bench. “let’s see how smart you are without the cops,” you said, your voice steady, though your pulse hammered in your chest.

rafe opened his mouth, clearly ready to retort, but something stopped him. he clenched his jaw, leaning back in his seat with a forced calmness. his breath came in shallow, frustrated huffs as the firelight danced across his features. the tension in the group was uncomfortable, but the silence didn’t last long. you drained your beer, allowing the alcohol to dull the edge of your exhaustion and frustration. the conversations around you resumed, and for the first time all night, you felt yourself beginning to relax.

rafe, however, wasn’t relaxing. his eyes flicked to you every chance they got, watching as your posture softened, as your lips curled into a small smile at something jj said. he watched as jj leaned in, whispering something into your ear, his hand brushing your shoulder. whatever he said made you laugh, a soft, genuine sound that tugged at something deep within rafe. you made him angry. everything you did made him angry.

jj tipped his beer bottle toward you. “we staying here tonight?” he asked, his tone casual.

“yeah,” you replied, pushing yourself to your feet. “let’s just hope they won’t trash this, too.”

your words carried a pointed weight, and you capped them off with a glance in rafe’s direction, your gaze cool and challenging. it was subtle, but he caught it. he always caught it. you disappeared into the tent jj had set up, leaving the campfire and its occupants behind. rafe’s knuckles whitened as he gripped his beer. everything about you, everything you did, made him mad. and he still couldn’t look away.

the tent was suffocating. you’d been lying there for hours, trying desperately to sleep, but it was impossible. exhaustion clung to your body like a second skin, but no matter how much you tossed, turned, or closed your eyes, rest wouldn’t come. your mind was a storm, thoughts swirling violently around one person.

you hated him—every inch of him. the way he carried himself with arrogant confidence, the way his words dripped with disdain, the way he always seemed to have the upper hand. conceited, rude, filthy rich, and far too smug about it. but worst of all? his mouth. it wasn’t just the venom he spat or the smirks that played on his lips; it was the fact, when it came down to putting his money where his mouth was, his mouth went everywhere. you hated it, hated him.

you sighed heavily, leaning back against the soft wall of the tent. your head rested against your pillow, eyes staring blankly at the fabric above you. the muted sounds of the bonfire party carried through the night, distant but persistent. you closed your eyes, exhaling sharply through your nose, but peace still eluded you.

your body stiffened at the sound, the slow, deliberate movement of the tent’s zipper trailing sending a chill down your spine. the tent flaps parted, and he stepped inside. you didn’t react.

“come to kill me?” you asked, your voice flat, devoid of any interest.

he didn’t answer. instead, he moved toward you, his steps slow, purposeful. there was something unnerving about his silence, and it made your stomach twist. your head snapped toward him, your breath catching in your throat.

“rafe,” you said, panic creeping into your voice as you scrambled to your feet. “what are you doing?”

he didn’t respond. you glanced around the small space, frantically searching for something, anything, to defend yourself with, but there was nothing. he noticed.

“defenseless,” he murmured, his voice low, almost mocking.

your heart raced, pounding so loudly in your ears that you thought he could hear it. he stopped in front of you, his broad frame blocking the exit as he loomed over you.

“what do you think is gonna happen next?” he asked, his tone dark and taunting.

you swallowed hard, your palms clammy. “i know this story,” you said, forcing your voice to remain steady. “this is the part where we hurt each other, right? where we give in and see who’ll really win.”

amusement flickered across his face, but it was fleeting, his expression hardening as his gaze pinned you in place.

“that’s an interesting way to end things,” he murmured. “but i like my ending better.”

before you could respond, he closed the distance between you, his lips crashing against yours. the kiss was searing, all teeth and desperation, a clash of emotions too raw to name. hatred morphed into something else entirely as his hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer. your body reacted on instinct, your hands tangling in his hair as you kissed him back, just as hard, just as rough.

even as your lips moved against his, the fight never stopped. tongues battled for dominance, breaths mingling in the heated space between you. it wasn’t gentle, wasn’t tender—it was a war, and neither of you was willing to surrender, but this time? this time, you would lose.

without breaking the kiss, rafe sank to the ground, pulling you into his lap. his hands roamed, gripping your hips, sliding up your back, under your dress, as though he couldn’t get enough of you. he lay back, bringing you down with him, his body pressing into yours as his lips trailed away from your mouth. his kisses moved to your jaw, then down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.

“i hate you,” you whispered, the words escaping through a breathless moan.

he groaned against your neck, his breath hot and ragged, “i hate you, too.”

there was something about playing with fire that everybody loved, ranging from the kids that would play with their mothers’ stoves despite warned not to, and the adults who lit their cigarettes despite knowing that it could kill them. despite being so different, every one of those people had one thing in common—they knew a thing or two about getting burned. the closer he was to you, the more you thought about it—playing with fire. you knew it’d hurt you at some point, but pain was fleeting, temporary. the warmth was what counted.

“show me,” you gasped as your fingernails clawed at the back of his neck. “show me how much you hate me.”

he took it as a challenge, he took everything you said as a challenge. just like that, his lips were on yours, his nose grazing your cheek. he tasted like beer—bitter, with a hint of something that you knew would keep you coming back for more. his lips were chapped from the alcohol, but still found a way to melt against yours. his fingers were long, rough as they crept up the back of your neck, sending goosebumps down your body before tangling themselves into your hair, pulling softly.

“look at me,” he whispered, and you’d never heard him so quiet. he pulled your hair downward, forcing your eyes to meet his.

your eyes were hazy, clouded with the same sensation that coursed through his veins. he couldnt have missed it, and he didn’t, a low hum vibrating through his chest as he took in the way you looked at him, unsure if he’d ever get to see it again. he kissed you again, his hips grinding down against yours, eliciting the softest whimper from you as his hard length pressed into the soft flesh of your thigh, separated by the fabric of his shorts.

“feel that?” he whispered, continuously rolling his hips against your thigh, pressing into you, making sure you could feel it—all of it. “that’s how mad you make me.”

you let out a sound, something between a laugh and a moan, biting your lip at the feeling of him like that—so hard, so deluded with lust. “who knew i had such an effect on you?”

rafe’s eyes darkened at your words, a wicked smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. his grip on your hair tightened slightly, and his nose brushed against yours as his lips hovered just inches away.

“you’ve got no idea what you do to me,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, sending a shiver racing down your spine.

you bit your lip, your body betraying you as you arched against him. his lips were on yours again, and this time it was hungrier, rougher, filled with all the pent-up frustration and hatred that had festered between you for so long. he kissed you like he was trying to devour you, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip before his tongue slipped inside, claiming your mouth as his.

his hands roamed your body, one sliding down to grip your waist while the other stayed tangled in your hair. he pulled you impossibly closer, his hips grinding harder against yours. the friction was intoxicating, drawing a soft, breathless moan from your lips that only spurred him on.

“say it again,” he demanded, his lips moving against your neck now, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin.

“say what?” you breathed, your head tilting back as his tongue traced the column of your throat.

“tell me how much you hate me,” he growled, his fingers digging into your waist as he pressed his hips firmly against you.

you let out a shaky laugh, your hands clutching at his shoulders. “i hate you,” you whispered, though your voice lacked conviction, trembling with desire.

he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his blue eyes blazing with intensity. “liar,” he murmured, his lips curling into a smirk before capturing yours again.

you fought for dominance, your nails scraping down his back through the thin fabric of his shirt. he hissed at the sensation, his hips bucking against you in response.

“careful,” he warned, his voice husky as he nipped at your jaw. “you’re playing with fire.”

“maybe i like the burn,” you shot back, your voice dripping with defiance.

he chuckled darkly, his breath hot against your skin as his lips trailed down your collarbone. “you don’t know what you’re asking for,” he said, his tone both teasing and threatening.

“then show me,” you challenged, your hands gripping the hem of his shirt and tugging it upward.

he pulled it off in one swift motion, tossing it aside before leaning back over you, his bare chest pressing against yours. his hands roamed freely now, exploring every inch of your body as his mouth claimed yours once again.

“you make me crazy,” he muttered against your lips, his voice filled with raw, unfiltered need. “i can’t think straight when i’m around you.”

“good,” you whispered, your fingers threading through his hair and tugging hard enough to draw a low groan from his throat. “i don’t want you thinking straight.”

you ran your fingers down his chest, unable to stop yourself from admiring just how strong he was, how broad he was. he was so lean, tan, with broad shoulders and big arms that he kept hidden. you bit your lip, keeping yourself from being too brazen, too nice—saying something you knew youd come to regret when the time came.

his touch was gentle, feather-like as his fingers slid your dress down, his eyes never leaving your frame as he did so. he tugged it down your chest, down your hips, until it was completely off. he groaned at the sight—the sight going straight to his shorts. you were beautiful, though he’d never say it out loud. with your white bra, your white panties—you looked like an angel.

“fuck,” was all that he managed to utter, staring down at you the way a predator would eye its prey.

“yeah,” you murmured, propping yourself against your elbows. he watched the way your plush thighs rubbed against one another, legs shuffling softly as you brought a foot up to his chest, sliding it down his chest until it was right where he wanted it. he took your foot in his hand, pressing it into the center of his clothed cock, making sure you could feel just how bad he had it for you.

his eyes stayed on you as you reached back, unclasping your bra and letting it fall to the floor. your tits fell out, sliding out of the comfort of their fabric as rafe tensed up. he leaned forward, bringing an arm around your back as his lips wrapped around one of your hardening buds. cradling his head against your tits, you threw your head back and mewled at his ministrations. he lavished equal attention on each breast, his darkening eyes darting up to take in your face every so often.

you bit back a whimper as your hands travelled up his neck, scratching where you could, leaving red lines he knew would be hard to explain later on. his lips and tongue worked together, travelling down your stomach, past your navel, his hot breath littering goosebumps across your flesh. he grunted, he could practically smell your desire, just inches away from him.

his fingers hooked themselves under the sides of your panties as he looked up at you. you had to bite your tongue, because he's never looked better. his eyes were glossy, drool dripping from his bottom lip as he stared at you from between your legs. and then, he pulled. he pulled until your panties were off, discarded somewhere, anywhere.

rafe only took a second to get a look at you, but it felt like eternity. he couldn’t stop himself from smiling as his fingers trailed down your sopping cunt, over the surface, but never where you needed him to. “rafe,” you sighed with an impatient frown.

“i know, baby,” he murmured, “i know.”

you didn’t get the chance to respond as one of his long, slender fingers slithered into you, curling just right where you needed it, pumping in and out at a slow pace. the cool metal of the ring on his finger grazed your clit each time. you gasped, your hand gripping his shoulder, nails pressing crescent moons into his taught skin. he repeated the motion, suppressing a groan before adding a second finger, much to your delight. his knuckles woulded against you as his fingers bottomed out, the digits sliding out completely, before diving all the way in again. his thumb hovered over your clit, but never made the small reach to press it the way you wanted.

you cried softly, hips moving against his fingers in the same up and down motion as earlier, “rafe, come on.”

“not yet,” he whispered, “not until you surrender, until you beg.”

you shook your head no, head tilting back with your eyes closed.

“bet you beg so pretty,” he murmured as his thumb flicked ever so lightly over your clit, “tell me what you want.”

you had to weigh your options carefully, precisely. you could save what little dignity you had left, and keep you mouth shut, even if it meant losing him—losing the nirvana that was waiting for you. it seemed impossible, especially compared to what you could have, what he could give you. he was so good, so good—and he was gonna show you just how good he was.

“please,” you barely managed to utter. “please, rafe, need you to fuck me.”

it was all he wanted to hear. “that wasn’t so bad, was it?” he murmured, a condescending edge to his tone as he pulled his fingers, coated in your juices, out completely. “take ’em off for me, baby, come on.”

you nodded as you allowed your fingers to slip below the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down as anticipation coursed through your body. his cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach. he was so much bigger than you could’ve guessed, your breath catching in your throat at the sight of his length, his girth. you wrapped a curious, hesitant hand around his dick, before pumping as best as you could. rafe groaned, head tilted back as he bucked up into your hand. he couldn’t get enough of the sight of you, small and defenseless, with a hand around his dick, tracing his pulsing veins with your fingers.

“gonna let me ruin you?” he whispered, his cock aching against your soft fingers. “if you can handle it. can you handle it, baby?”

you nodded, hating how powerless you had really become, as if he had you under some sort of spell. you let go of his cock before lying back down. you watched the way rafe grabbed a hold of his cock, spreading your thighs as he positioned himself with a grunt. you could feel the head of his cock sliding between your folds, lightly teasing against your clit as a moan passed your lips.

“let me hear it again,” he murmured, eliciting another moan from you as his cock brushed against your clit a second time.

“please,” you needed to give in—just this once, “please, fuck me, rafe.”

with that, rafe thrusts his cock forward, and a victorious smile warping his features as he pushed past your wet folds. your walls stretched to their limit, unable to stop the grimace of pain the more of him you took in. you let out a moan as your eyes rolled back, your tight cunt adjusting to his sheer size.

“that’s it, baby. takin’ it so good,” rafe praised through a groan, holding onto your hips and pushing until your clit clashed with base of his cock.

you felt so filled, so dominated, so alive. your nails dug into the sheets, your body writhing beneath him as he began to pump in and out of you. each stroke was brutal, his length stretching your weeping pussy and claiming you in a way that no one else had ever done. your eyes remained closed, focusing on the pleasure-pain as your body fought against the intrusion before succumbing to the delicious feeling of his rhythmic pounding.

the tent grew hazy with the scent of sex and sweat, your breaths coming out in pants and whimpers as he picked up speed. his teeth grazed the side of your neck, making you shiver with every thrust. his tongue flicked against the sensitive skin, tasting your sweetness as he claimed you, making you his. you couldn't help but arch your back, pushing your breasts up, begging for his mouth.

he took the hint, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your neck, not hard enough to leave a mark but enough to make you gasp. he sucked, hard, leaving a bruise that would surely be visible in the morning. his hand moved to play with your clit, the pad of his thumb pressing down and swirling around in a way that made your toes curl and your back arch even more.

the pleasure was building, a wave threatening to crash over you at any time. rafe’s eyes were on yours, watching your pupils dilate and your mouth form silent pleas for more. he smirked, his teeth still digging into your neck, feeling your pulse throb under his teeth. he knew you were close, knew he had you right where he wanted you.

with one final, powerful thrust, he swiped his thumb over your clit one more time, and you shattered around him. your orgasm washed over you in waves, making your body spasm and your legs tighten around his waist. you moaned his name, your nails digging into his back as your pussy clenched around his cock, milking him for all he was worth.

rafe’s eyes rolled back in his head, his own release barreling towards him like a freight train. he pulled his mouth away from your neck with a wet pop, his teeth marks clear on your skin. “gonna cum, baby,” he grunted, his voice strained with effort.

you nodded, your own orgasm still coursing through you as he drove into you one last time, burying his cock to the hilt. he groaned as he came, filling you up with hot, thick ropes of cum, from the inside to your clit.

when it was over, he collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress as you both panted for air. his cock still twitched inside you, releasing the last of his load, making you feel so completely owned. it was a feeling you never knew existed, but one you were now craving with every fiber of your being. he kissed you then, hard and possessive, his tongue claiming your mouth as thoroughly as his cock had claimed your cunt. you could taste the saltiness of your sweat on his lips, feel the stickiness between your legs. it was raw, it was carnal

the first thing you noticed was the warmth. it enveloped you like a heavy blanket, your body pressed against something solid and unyielding. your eyes fluttered open, the dim light of dawn filtering through the thin fabric of the tent, and your heart stopped. rafe was sprawled on top of you, his arm draped possessively around your waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

the events of the night before came rushing back in flashes: the kisses, the heated whispers, the way his hands felt on your skin, the way he made you forget every ounce of hatred you harbored for him, if only for a moment.

you felt the cool morning air against your bare skin, the absence of fabric a cruel reminder of just how far things had gone. panic set in as you slowly, carefully shifted beneath him, trying not to disturb his steady breathing. you reached for your dress, crumpled on the floor of the tent, and slipped it on as quietly as you could manage. your hands trembled, the fabric catching on your damp skin as you smoothed it over your body.

you paused, your eyes flickering back to him. rafe was still fast asleep, his features softened in a way you’d never seen before. he looked peaceful, almost innocent, but it only made the bile rise in your throat. what the hell had you done?

your thoughts spiraled as you crept out of the tent, each step feeling like a betrayal of yourself. what would your dad say? the man who taught you to stand your ground, to never let anyone—especially someone like rafe—get the better of you? and your friends? jj? god, jj.

you barely made it a few steps before jj’s voice startled you. “what happened?”

he was standing near the campfire, his hair disheveled, a beer bottle still clutched in his hand. his blue eyes bore into you, concern etched across his face.

“nothing,” you muttered, your voice hollow as you brushed past him.

“don’t give me that,” he said, following you as you made a beeline for your car. “you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

you ignored him, fumbling with your keys as you slid into the driver’s seat. he climbed into the passenger side, his confusion mounting as you started the engine.

“you gonna tell me what’s going on?” he pressed, his tone sharper now.

you gripped the steering wheel tightly, your knuckles turning white as you navigated the dirt road away from the campsite. the weight of what you’d done settled heavily on your chest, making it hard to breathe. then it hit you. you were racing rafe tonight.

your stomach dropped as the realization clawed its way through you. he’d done this on purpose. seduced you, distracted you, gotten into your head—all to throw you off your game. the anger came next, hot and unrelenting, burning away the shame and replacing it with a seething fury. how could you have been so stupid? so careless? you’d let him win, not just last night, but the entire war you’d been waging against him.

“jesus christ,” you whispered under your breath, your grip on the wheel tightening as jj looked at you, more confused than ever.

“what?” he asked, leaning forward to study your face. “what’s going on?”

you didn’t answer, your thoughts a chaotic mess as you sped down the road. tonight wasn’t just about the race anymore. it was about getting your revenge.

the rest of the day felt like a blur of heavy, suffocating silence. you spent most of it sitting in your car, parked in an isolated corner of nowhere, just staring into oblivion. the world outside seemed distant, a place that didn’t matter, didn’t exist for you. thoughts swirled in your mind like a storm you couldn’t escape, each one more troubling than the last. what had you done? what was going to happen now?

you couldn’t bring yourself to cry. not yet. not until you could at least get through tonight, at least finish what you had started. you still had a fighting chance against rafe, didn’t you? the race was everything now. it was the one thing left that you could control, the one thing that would keep him from completely getting under your skin.

jj had asked you what was wrong earlier when you barely spoke to anyone. sarah had asked him too, her voice laced with concern, but he didn’t have any answers. nobody did. you barely had any answers yourself.

the hours passed in a haze, and before you knew it, it was time for the race. the drive to the meeting was dreadfully silent. the engine roared beneath you, but it did nothing to drown out the buzzing in your head. every thought was a needle, and each one pricked at you until you were wound too tight to even think straight. every so often, you'd mutter to yourself, trying to reassure yourself that you were still in control, that you could still handle this. but it wasn’t working. frustration built in you like a pressure cooker, and every so often, your fist collided with the steering wheel in sharp bursts of anger.

jj, who had been quiet the entire drive, kept stealing glances at you, but he didn’t ask any questions. he didn’t need to. you didn’t know how to answer him anyway.

the race was worse. even though the cheers of the crowd should’ve fueled you, you felt nothing but dread, a deep, gnawing sickness in your stomach. you could hear your name being shouted, the excitement of the crowd, but it all felt so distant. when you saw rafe’s face in the crowd, that sickening feeling only intensified. he was there, watching you, his eyes locked onto yours with something that twisted your insides.

and then there was her. the girl rafe had been with the night before. you hadn’t missed her, standing there in the crowd, glaring at you with an expression that made your blood boil. her eyes were cold, calculating, and when she met your gaze, she didn’t flinch.

“take it easy on him tonight,” she said, her voice sweet but laced with venom.

the words crawled under your skin. it was too much. you were already so close to the edge, and that was the final push you needed. before you knew what you were doing, your fist was swinging through the air and colliding with the underside of her jaw. she gasped as she stumbled backward, the crowd around you gasping as well.

for a moment, everything was silent, and you took a step forward, ready to finish what you’d started. but before you could, jj was there, his strong arms pulling you back with surprising force. he didn’t even give you the chance to go for her again.

“easy, easy,” he said, his voice low and urgent as he kept his grip on you. you could feel the heat of his hands on your arms, his breath against the back of your neck. he was trying to calm you down, trying to get you to focus, but it wasn’t working. the only thing you could focus on was the feeling of rafe’s eyes on you, watching everything unfold with a look you hadn’t seen before. sympathy? pity? it almost made you want to puke. you quickly looked away, not wanting to let him have the satisfaction of seeing you crumble.

“look,” jj said, his voice softening, his tone more serious now. “i don’t know what’s going on with you, but whatever it is, you need to pull it together, okay? we’ve got five grand riding on this. you need to calm down.”

his words hit harder than you expected. five grand. that was all that mattered now, wasn’t it? you couldn’t let everything else get in the way. you nodded, your throat tight. you could feel your eyes threatening to well up, but you forced them to stay dry. you couldn’t break now. not yet. not with everything on the line.

the roar of the crowd still lingered in the air as you took your place at the starting line. your hands gripped the steering wheel, the leather cold beneath your fingers, but the heat from the race, from the tension building in your chest, quickly overpowered everything else. you kept your eyes forward, staring at the road, refusing to let your mind wander to anything else. not to the pit in your stomach, not to the fact that rafe’s car was right next to yours, not to the way you could feel his presence from the corner of your eye.

out of the corner of your vision, you caught him tapping on the window, the sound almost too soft against the chaos of the crowd. his eyes were no longer dark, no longer intense with that gleam of challenge. they were something else, something softer, but you refused to look at him. you wouldn’t. you kept your gaze on the road, your pulse racing, the air thick with the impending start of the race.

the countdown began, and with it, your heartbeat seemed to match the ticking clock until they went off. when they did, they came to life, and the world around you exploded into sound and movement. tires screeched as cars shot forward, speeding down the street, their engines roaring like wild beasts. the world blurred into a haze of color and sound, the air whipping past you, the car humming beneath you, and the rubber of the tires grinding into the asphalt as you pushed forward, faster, faster.

every turn, every maneuver felt like a calculated risk, your body swerving with the weight of the car, the grip of the tires, the thrill of the chase. the engine purred beneath you, urging you to push harder, to find the edge that would leave everyone else behind.

but your mind couldn’t help but flicker to rafe, his car beside yours, his presence there like a shadow, reminding you that something was there. you could feel him pushing, feel his need to win, just as much as you needed it. the sounds of the race around you—the screeching of tires, the hum of engines, the roars of the crowd—faded into the background. all that mattered was the road ahead.

but then, something happened. the way rafe’s car surged forward, the way his engine roared louder, faster, harder—it didn’t feel right. the energy shifted. You saw him from the corner of your eye, pushing his car up a steeper incline, his hands tightening around the wheel, his expression hidden behind the visor. it was the moment when you knew he was going too fast, too reckless. and then, you saw it—the press of the button, the one that activated the tank. the flash of light as it ignited.

you knew exactly what he was doing, and the thought hit you like a freight train. he was pushing it too far.

time seemed to stretch as the car lurched forward, the impact of the tank too much for his control. his car surged into the incline, the tires screeching, the engine roaring in a desperate cry. it was too much. the back end of his car fishtailed, and then, with a terrifying screech of metal against pavement, it veered off course.

your heart skipped a beat as you watched, the crash happening in slow motion. his car slammed into the barrier, the impact deafening as it crumpled like paper, and for a split second, all you could hear was the grinding of metal and the screeching of tires. the crowd’s roar became a distant hum, and your world narrowed down to the wreckage of rafe’s car.

your foot slammed on the brake, and the car skidded to a halt, the tires screaming in protest. you sat there, frozen, the weight of the decision pressing down on you. you could keep going. you could race to the finish line, claim the victory. you’d already beaten him in every other way. but your stomach twisted at the thought. you couldn’t leave him like this.

you were out of the car before you even realized it, your legs moving without thought, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. you ran toward the wreckage, ignoring the shouts of the crowd, the chaos around you. when you reached his car, your heart dropped into your stomach. the car was mangled, unrecognizable, the front crumpled and twisted. smoke poured from the hood, and you could barely see anything through the shattered glass.

he was unconscious, his head lolling to the side. his breathing was shallow, labored, but there. it was enough to make you breathe, though the sight of him—bloody, broken—sent a wave of nausea through your chest. you knelt by his side, your hands trembling as you reached for him, your heart hammering in your chest. the familiar coldness of his hand in yours sent a shock through you. his fingers were stiff, and you could feel the weight of his body, his pulse weak beneath your touch.

“rafe,” you whispered, panic creeping into your voice as you shook his shoulder. no response. “rafe, stay with me.”

you didn’t know what to do, how to fix this. you wanted to scream, to curse, to shake him awake, but all you could do was hold his hand and wait.

“help!” you screamed, your voice breaking through the chaos as you turned toward the crowd, looking for anyone who could help. “get the paramedics! now!”

every second felt like an eternity. time seemed to stand still as you knelt there, your fingers clutching his hand tightly, waiting for someone to come. his breathing was still shallow, but he was alive, and that was the only thing you could hold onto. you could barely think through the panic, through the raw, ugly emotion that twisted in your chest. you hadn’t meant for this to happen. you hadn’t meant for it to go this far. but now, all you could do was wait. wait for the paramedics. wait for the help that you knew was coming, but it felt so far away.

the sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, a reminder of the countless times you’d been in a hospital, yet never this way. the last time you had been here, you’d watched your father slip away, his final breath taken in the cold, quiet halls of this place. it felt almost uncanny now, sitting next to rafe, your heart hammering in your chest, as you waited for something—anything—that told you he was going to be okay. the memories of your father’s final days pressed heavily against you, making the sterile whiteness of the room feel suffocating.

you sat in the chair next to his bed, gripping your hands tightly in your lap, your fingers aching from the tension. the beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound in the room, a rhythmic pulse that felt too fragile, too tenuous. you kept your eyes trained on the floor, refusing to meet his face. the fear of seeing him in that state—broken, vulnerable—was too much. your mind raced, torn between the reality of the situation and the weight of everything you had just witnessed. and yet, despite all that, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you needed to do something. anything.

then, something shifted. at first, it was so subtle you thought you imagined it. a slight twitch of his hand, the soft rise and fall of his chest. your heart skipped a beat. you leaned forward, unsure if you were imagining the movement, until you saw it again. a small, faint movement.

“what happened?” his words were slurred, barely more than a breath, but they were enough to make your heart tighten.

“you crashed,” you said, my throat thick with emotion. “you pushed too hard. you used the tank too early, rafe. you lost control of the car.”

“you came back for me?” his voice was small, vulnerable, almost childlike in its simplicity.

you nodded, your hand instinctively reaching for his, fingers shaking as you gripped his palm. “someone had to,” you whispered, trying to swallow the lump in your throat.

your voice cracked as you spoke, the weight of the situation bearing down on you like a heavy storm cloud. his eyes shifted away from yours, gazing out the window, but there was something in his expression that you couldn’t ignore. the emptiness in the room, the absence of anyone else who cared enough to be there, was impossible to miss. no one had come for him, not even his family. it was just you. just you, sitting there, holding his hand, praying for him to wake up.

“you’re not the villain they think you are, rafe,” you said, your voice quiet but firm. “you’re just hurt. you wanted to make your dad proud, didn’t you? you wanted to win for him because you think no one else could be proud of you. but you’re wrong. you act out because you’re scared, rafe. you won’t open up, because you’re scared.”

he turned his head slowly, meeting your gaze again. for the first time since you’d met him, you saw something in his eyes that wasn’t anger or arrogance. it was vulnerability. it was fear. and something else. something softer.

“you win, rafe,” you whispered, your voice cracking as you choked on the words. “if it means anything to you, you win.”

a tear, just one, slid down his cheek. he never cried. not in front of anyone, not in all the time you’d known him. but there it was, a single tear that betrayed everything he had tried so hard to keep hidden.

“i love you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, but the weight of it hit you like a punch to the gut.

his hand was shaky as he placed it over yours, his fingers brushing against your skin with an almost desperate tenderness.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “for everything. i can’t deal with any of this. i’m not strong enough to deal with anything, no matter how awful i act.”

you shook your head, your chest tightening at his words. “don’t act,” you whispered, squeezing his fingers. “you could’ve lost your life tonight, rafe. and then what?”

his eyes closed for a moment, and when they opened again, there was a small, hesitant smile on his lips. “you could never lose me,” he said, his voice quiet but certain. “you know how i know?”

you shook your head, not understanding, but you didn’t press him. you simply waited, your heart heavy in your chest, as he gave my hand another squeeze.

“because you never lose.”

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a/n: ok guys be skibidi plz bc i had to shorten the ending thanks to tumblrs limit that i didnt even know existed

[fmab]

Hi everyone! I've revised my commissions! I have recently quit my full time job in order to accept an internship in my field of study, but I still have to worry about bills, groceries, and more! If you're interested in one of these, would like to check out more examples, or have questions, don't hesitate to reach out by messaging me here on tumblr!

More information under the cut

IN GENERAL

I reserve the right to refuse any prompt that makes me uncomfortable

I can draw furries, mechs, robots, humanoids, animals, and more!

Turnaround time can be between 2-8 weeks depending on the complexity of the piece! I try to work on things in a timely manner and send regular progress updates. Things like a Character Sheet or Full Illustration will naturally take a longer time to complete than a sketch page or custom emojis.

I typically give updates throughout the commission process at each of the major progress steps.

Payment is done through paypal invoice.

PRICES

Colored Illustration - $60 - Fullbody artwork of a character. Minimal shading. ( +$40 per additional character. Additional cost for full detailed shading)

Character Sheet - $120 - Includes option for informational text, close-up portait of character, alternate outfit, and/or prop.

Sketch Page - $40 - Four to six sketches on a page in the style rendered above.

Custom Emoji - $15 (or 3 for $35) - Can be a character drawn based on a pre-existing emote or something original.

Icon - $30 - Fully shaded head/bust of a character.

Full Illustration - $150-200+ - Priced depending on complexity. A very fun and versatile option for a scene with a character. Loose and artistic style of lines, coloring and shading.

MISC

Props and Backgrounds - I will accept and price these on a case to case basis after discussion about the prop/background. Simple props may be no charge, but depending on the complexity it may cost.

Designing from scratch - Depending on how detailed or difficult the design is, I may charge extra if I am not being provided any reference images for a character. Regardless of extra charge or not, a detailed written description of the character's appearance is needed if there are no references. Pinterest boards or image scrapbooks for fashion/style inspiration are immensely useful but not required!

[dalishious]

EMERGENCY COMMISSION SLOTS!

I'm in urgent need of funds ($120) for a car payment due tonight, and I'm hoping to collect enough from opening up a few simple portrait commissions.

What a portrait like this or this? Fill out the form linked below and I will reach out to you by email!

Payments will be made through P*yPal invoices.

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(Alternatively, donations are of course appreciated as well!)

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[mraeelli]

Hi guys, I’m opening up my commissions! 💌 I will be doing it slot based for every month and will update my status on my tumblr page itself (on the left box). I would love to draw/paint your characters! Email me if you’re interested 😊 (more info below the cut) 🤗🎀

What I can do: +Original Characters +Fanart +Mild Nudity/Artistic Nudity +I accept text descriptions and supporting references, though the payment will differ slightly due to me having to design from scratch. +If there’s anything you want me to draw that isn’t listed here, don’t hesitate to ask! I’ll see what I can do :)

What I can’t do: -Very explicit NSFW -Anthro/furry characters -Heavy Gore/Sci-Fi (If it’s not too complicated then I might be able to do it :) -Mecha -Overly complicated armor (this one is negotiable, you can contact me for more info!) -If I find any subjects uncomfortable for me to draw, I reserve the right to turn the request down (sorry!)

Additional Info Personal usage only, and I reserve the right to post it on my blog or use it for promotional purposes unless you have stated beforehand that you don’t want me to. +Commissions will likely take around 3-4 weeks to complete, or sooner depending on how complex it is. If there are any delays I will inform you accordingly +Payment will be made once initial sketch has been confirmed and will finish through by email :) +All payments are to be made upfront through Paypal invoice

How do I send an inquiry for a commission?

Thank you so much for taking your time to inquire/commission!

To inquire about anything general regarding the commission, i.e: a simple question about if I accept drawing this/etc. can be asked through my email (stated above), Instagram-DM, Tumblr-DM, or Tumblr-Inbox.

Any inquiries will be replied within 3-4 working days. To inquire about applying for a commission, sending it through email is the best way for me. Thank you!

What do I send in for my commission?

please send an email to j.mraeli@gmail.com

Some things to include:

Your paypal email that you’d like the invoice to be sent to

A description of what you want me to draw (eg. your OC, a canon character) and the type of commission you want

References of your OC/Character you'd like (or alternatively, text descriptions with maybe a face claim if it’s alright)

Info (some personality traits, mood/vibe of the drawing,lighting, etc. anything you think is important for me to know when I am drawing)

More Info

Character Info 

General Information : Name, Age, Race, Personality and anything you’d like me to know :)

Some reference pictures (if you only have text as reference - it would be great if you could provide some images such as face claims of the character, and/or clothes that you’d like the character to be wearing.)

If you are going for the painting option, it would be great if you could tell/provide some references on the mood and lighting that you would like to go for. (For example, a dark somber scene with only the moon as the light source) - to evoke a certain feeling/story

Don’t hesitate to ask me any more questions through DM or email!

[giuseppe-yuki]

non-caffine induced ramblings below!!

feel like people are already wondering if future teammates' pets(?) will get along (george and kimi for example - people wonder if the deer and tiger will ignore each other or what...)

Also - geri is an honorary member of the shifter groupchat I don't make the rules

I feel like Danny Ric would've had a quokka gf in an alternate universe

Someone should definitely give Ollie's gf a hug because she's got a sore throat from screaming that her bf is the best bf ever after his Haas points... Also she's the biggest sweet tooth ever like you cannot stop her from eating sweets

Franco's gf (orange cat gf) hisses at people who critic her bf, but she is especially suspicious of James

Oh, and Max's ragdoll gf has adopted Liam (lawson) as her and Max's grid kid. If Charles gets Oscars and Ollie and Leo then Max gets Liam

- 🐺 anon who's a bit sleepy and bored rn

hi 🐺 anon, welcome back :)

my thoughts below:

people may talk, but ultimately, i believe the answer to the first one is definitely. george's gf will start off a little skeptical at first, but quickly becomes fast friends with kimi's gf. she takes over lewis' gf's usual job as the mother of the paddock, and makes sures kimi's gf gets acquainted with massive jump in fame that comes along with the f1 paddock life.

no arguments there! the shapeshifter!gfs all jump at the opportunity to talk to the iconic ginger spice.

haha, when you mention quokka, my mind can't stop replaying that clip when a reporter or something compares yuki to a picture of a quokka at the AUSgp! anyways, according to google, quokkas are known to be friendly, curious, social, and have a perpetual smile. when reading that you CANNOT tell me that that isn't perfectly describing daniel. ughh they'd be the most adorable couple on the grid!!!

while most new wags are more reserved and shy, opting to stand quietly in the garage, ollie’s gf is not afraid to yell herself hoarse during and after the race (nicole sherzinger style). like i can imagine f1tv panning from ocon’s super shy gf standing quietly in este’s paddock area, and then a zoom in shot to ollie’s gf literally leaping up and down and deafening engineers. anyways….the sweet tooth! it def comes with being a bear cub shapeshifter… she has been a victim of kimi’s occasional winnie the pooh jokes one too many times :( referring back to an anon’s thought about bear eyes, ollie’s gf would also use it to her advantage to somehow get herself a billion jars of straight honey??? like ayao will call ollie to the office one day to talk to him about a weird invoice billed to the haas company for a ridiculous amount of honey. ollie walks in with the bear cub clinging to the side of his leg, and it doesn’t take a whole five minutes before ayao has the invoice signed, approved, and sent out on express shipping 😭

franco’s gf is epitome of the screeching, upside-down parabola shaped halloween black cat !!!!! (but in orange) you’ll be lucky if she lets you off with a simple hiss if she hears something even inferencing a critic about franco. if you’re one of the unlucky ones, you better hope you packed a few band-aids!

that’s right! it’s only fit that as a reserve driver in rb’s sister team, liam would be adopted by one of the redbull drivers. you can commonly find max’s gf sitting by liam on the pit wall or in the rb garage when there’s not too much action on track. it’s funny when he makes a quip about max’s accidental wide turn, or raises an eyebrow at a failed overtake when he thinks no one is looking. (she always reports liam’s comments to a disgruntled-looking boyfriend after the race, and giggle as liam adamantly denies doing so. liam can never figure out how max could hear his whispered comments from the garage when max had been racing on the tracks??) it’s not until liam officially becomes a driver for rb when he is let in on the shapeshifting secret. (he got so pissed when he realized that the cat was actually max’s shapeshifting girlfriend) anyways, when race weekends for both drivers start, you can find her campering back and forth from each garage during race day! when she sees liam a looking a little too stressed, she likes to bring him her lighting mcqueen plush from her the redbull garage. during media days, when max is doing an interview, you can find her following liam around the paddock (for protection reasons only, she assures max when he gets a little jelly of all the attention on liam).

[madameoni]

Alright- I figured I might make a lovely long post detailing my commissions options to link to over here.

I want to start with pointing out that my main pride and joy is communication and feedback loops to archive just what you want. The commission process can be long due to the back and forth, but good communication makes great results!

If you're curious, this post shows some of my sketches in the feedback loop stage!

My usual time from start to finish (might depend on the time it takes you to answer) is around a month.

Lets break down the options and prices!

prices are in $usd

prices are for personal use only (ya' know, you can print it for yourself, a friend, but not sell it or use it for business promotion!)- commercial use can be discussed (:

contact me to melinamnovelli@gmail.com

These can be taken as guide, if you'd like something that doesn't fit here- feel free to contact me to discuss it.

CHARACTER DESIGN

Full character design. Detailed wings, anthro, animal and highly complex designs can change the price.

BASE PRICE: $170 2 full bodies - front view 1 nude or underwear + 1 complete outfit.

Extras Extra outfit: $50 each Weapon: $50 each Extra body: $70 each (alternate version, extra pose, etc) Back view: +50% of the total

OUTFIT | WARDROBE DETAILED

For characters that already are designed. Detailed wings, anthro, animal and highly complex designs can change the price.

BASE PRICE: $120 2 full bodies - front view 1 nude or underwear + 1 complete outfit.

Extras Extra outfit: $50 each Weapon: $25 each Extra body: $70 each ( alternate version, extra pose, etc) Back view: +50% of the total

NEW! | OUTFIT EXTRA: GARMENT DETAIL

Detailed front and back view of a single garment. Its an extra to the outfit or character design commission.

BASE PRICE: $50 front & back view of a single garment a few close ups if needed

NEW! | WARDROBE SKETCHED

For characters that already are designed. Detailed wings, anthro, animal and highly complex designs can change the price. Clean sketches of several outfits instead of detailed finished pieces.

BASE PRICE: $200 full bodies - front view 1 nude or underwear + 3 clean sketches of different outfits

Extras Extra 3 outfits: $70 Weapon: $25 each Extra body: $70 each ( alternate version, extra pose, etc) Back view: +50% of the total

WEAPON | PROP DESIGN

Fully rendered and detailed design of prop or weapon on its own.

BASE PRICE: $50 1 full view 1 close-up of detail

Extras Extra view: $30 each

PORTRAIT

From only face to waist up (showing arms).

$170

one character

double price for extra character

includes simple background, and decorative elements like flowers, jewels, etc.

FULL BODY ILLUSTRATION

BASE PRICE: $250

for one character

+100 each extra character

includes background, props and decorations.

extra charges might apply depending on the complexity of the scene- feel free to ask!

Lovely, right?

Now, some basic Terms of Service:

I won't accept any work related to NFTs and I don't allow my work to be used as NFTs.

Credit is very appreciated when reposting but not necessary as long as you don't claim the work is done by anyone besides myself.

The character designs & adoptables can be resold and gifted with proper credit (link and @), those are the owner's responsibility.

Since I'm a breathing human being, I have the right to reject a commission for whatever reason.

I take payment via PAYPAL. I'll make an invoice once the order is settled. I only work with full payment upfront.

For big pieces (+400usd) we can discuss signing a contract or doing payment plans for everybody's comfort.

I don't have a linear queue and I don't work with deadlines, but I will keep you updated regularly and have no problem with showing progress as anytime. Just ask!

Given that I show updates regularly and request feedback during the whole process, big changes once the work is past its sketching stage can require an extra fee.

I don't do refunds past the first sketch.

I guess this covers everything- feel free to contact me with any questions!

Please contact me via email for an easier and organized process: melinamnovelli@gmail.com

[3deliciousdigital]

Hi everyone,

I'm making a new post regarding my 3D art commissions (NOT AI generated). I'm currently available to take new ones, so if you are interested, please keep reading this post!

Fanarts based on video games or original content, featuring existing characters and/or OCs. My artworks are created entirely in 3D, with the addition of some postwork and enhancement if/when needed. All the characters are recreated by myself, using DAZ Studio bases and fully modeled content.

𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖!

𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓/𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐓:

• With OC (First order, character from scratch): €95

• With OC (From the second order onwards): €65

• No OC (Existing character): €65

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘:

• With OC (First order): €115

• With OC (Second order+): €85

• No OC (Existing character): €85

𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓/𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐓:

• With OC (First order): €150

• With OC (Second order+): €110

• No OC (Existing characters): €110

𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘:

• With OC (First order): €195

•With OC (Second order+): €150

• No OC (Existing characters) €150

By 'existing character' I essentially mean one from this list. You can also keep an eye on the upcoming models that I will be able to use sometime in the future. However, if you wish to commission me a character that I haven't done before, I can consider recreating it for your commission. Just keep in mind that I'd need to apply the same price I charge for OCs, as I'd have to make a new model from scratch.

As you can see from the previews, I can do both realistic and stylized/Anime design+shading. If there's an Anime character you would love to see in realistic form, that can certainly be arranged!

For more information about additional content and other extras, please check my carrd.co page.

You can send me a private message here. I have five slots available at a time. Should I receive more requests once they are filled, I will add the person to my Waiting List. Waiting Lists will also feature a total of five spots, and I will contact each person in line as soon as one of the slots is freed.

Once your commission is accepted, I will forward you a PayPal invoice. I'll also provide screenshots with previews through the entire process, so it is important to be responsive should I require your approval or clarification.

Alternatively, you could also purchase a tier on my Ko-Fi page directly, so it is up to your preference.

Note: As soon as you commission me, you automatically agree to my Terms Of Service.

𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓: If you don't feel like commissioning me, I only ask for this post to be shared so that I can reach more people. Every form of support matters, even if it's just a simple reblog! ♥

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What I'll write: Shigadabi fanfics only

BDSM and kink are welcome from light bondage to hardcore consensual non-consent, and genres like Shifters, Paranormal, Supernatural, and Fantasy, are highly encouraged. Non-human love interests are always a plus! Please feel free to ask about other kinks!

I will not write: Pedophilia, Parent/Child incest, Genital Mutilation (including extreme body modifications like neutralization, nullification or the like), Scat, Omorashi/Watersports, Emetophilia, Bodyworship, Bestiality, or Pregnancy (breeding kinks are fine, but no pregnancy or children implied or otherwise!)

Prices: I charge $10 for every 1,000 words for simple fics, and 50% more for complex pieces. All prices are in USD. All payments will be made through PayPal in full, with no exceptions before writing begins. You must be 18+ to book a commission.

Simple Fics: Single narrator, basic world-building and plot, limited cast. (Ex: Dabi and Shig get trapped in a room together in the canon universe.)

Complex Fics: Multiple narrators, complex world building, hyper-specific outlines, ensemble cast, etc. (Ex: Fantasy AU Dead Dove fic with alternating narrators. Dabi is a human sold to Fairy King Tomura and is forced to learn how to be his bride. He interacts with the court, and the story should contain at least 3 sex scenes.)

Delivery: Pieces will be delivered as a PDF. A custom quote for price and completion time will be given for your piece! I do not currently take commissions for multi-chaptered fics and I will not take a commission to update a pre-existing fic.

All writing will be original with no AI generation! These pieces are for personal use and do not include commercial rights and I do not consent to using my work for AI training in any form. I retain the right to repurpose my work online or in print.

Commission Process:  

Start by filling out this commission form to give me an idea of what you are looking for.

After I have received the response, I will contact you via the selection from your response and have a consultation that will finalize details. Here I will also provide an estimated timeline and a quote for the fic.

The final invoice will be sent via PayPal. Anyone with a valid email address can use PayPal, and any foreign currency can be converted on the platform for international customers. Once the amount has been paid in full, writing will begin on your piece.  

When I have reached the halfway point in the writing of your commission, I will message you again to let you know and give any updated information about the completion timeline. 

When the story is completed, it will be emailed as a PDF to your email as well as uploaded to Tumblr and Discord, and if applicable, you will be tagged on those platforms and messaged on the primary messaging platform that the story has been completed and uploaded.

Please note: I do not offer refunds, revisions, or sneak previews of my work. I will always do my best to provide a good story with what I am given and I hope you will trust me to bring your story to life!

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How to Choose the Right Dental Clinic Software for Your Practice

Come on — operating a dental clinic these days is not all about patients. Between scheduling, working on files, sending reminders, keeping payments up, and trying to grow your clinic online… there's a lot. And if you're still doing it all manually or on outdated software, chances are that it's costing more time and effort than it should.

That's where the right dental clinic software comes in. But here's the catch — with so many platforms to choose from, it becomes difficult to determine which one is best suited for your practice. Some are simply too complex. Some lack features you really do need. So how do you make the decision?

Step by step, let's do it.

1. Start with Looking Within: What Does Your Clinic Require?

Every clinic is different. Some have large teams based in multiple sites, some are solo operations just starting out. Step one, therefore? Have a look at your day-to-day and ask yourself:

What is hindering you now?

Are patients missing appointments?

Do you find it challenging to keep treatment records?

Is billing a headache every day at the end of the day?

When you figure out where things might be able to work better, you'll have a much better idea of what kind of software will actually be beneficial — as opposed to creating more work for you.

For instance, if patient communication is a headache, you will need automated reminders. If billing is confusing, find tools with simple invoicing. If you are attempting to grow online, a website and marketing tools may be a high-priority item on your wish list.

2. Focus on the Fundamentals (Not Just the Flash)

It's all too easy to get distracted by hip dashboards and a hundred optional features that you'll never have time to use. The best dental software, though, needs to do some things phenomenally, phenomenally well — and simplify your life, not complicate it.

This is what you truly require:

Appointment Management: A simple, uncluttered layout to book, reschedule, and remind patients. Bonus points if it reminds them through WhatsApp or SMS.

Patient Records: One location to keep notes, x-rays, treatment plans, and prescriptions — simple to call up when a patient comes in.

Billing: Invoices, estimates, and payments tracking that won't spin your head.

Reports: To track cash flow, new cases, and overall growth without a degree in finance.

Data protection: Since Patient Privacy Matter a lot.

Apps such as Dentostack concentrate on just that. They're not attempting to do it all for everyone. Their features are straightforward, practical, and geared specifically to dental professionals — and honestly, that makes a really big difference.

3. Pick Something Your Team Can Use in Reality

Even the best tool won't work if no one will use it. If you need a 10-hour course to print out a prescription or schedule a patient, that is a warning sign.

As you investigate alternatives, consider the following:

Is the interface intuitive?

Can workers pick it up without a day-long seminar?

Is it smartphone-compatible (so you can check things out on the go)?

Does it have walk-in or self-check-in appointments?

Another biggie: support. When something goes wrong — and let’s be honest, it will at some point — is help just a call or message away?

This is an area where Dentostack really shines. Clinics that use it system-wide highlight how responsive and helpful their support team is. Whether you're setting up or you need to add a new form, they're there when you need them, which is reassuring when you're busy running a practice.

4. Don't Underestimate Marketing — Particularly if You Plan to Expand

Most clinics don't think about marketing until new patient flow begins to dwindle. Then it's playing catch-up. The best software should keep you top of mind and connected — not merely keep your day-to-day running smoothly.

That includes things like:

A professional, tidy, and easy-to-use website (yes, first impressions matter).

Integration with Google Maps and online booking.

Social media updates you can share without needing to hire a designer.

WhatsApp campaigns to stay in touch with patients.

Google Business Profile management to boost your local search visibility.

What I appreciate about Dentostack is that they've taken all of this and wrapped it up in their platform. They'll even host, build, and keep your site up — and give you content to post every month for holidays, awareness days, or just to keep you on their radar. One less headache for you, and a huge bonus if you're in the process of building a brand patients will trust.

5. Be Wise in Pricing and Policies

Let's discuss money for a minute — because budgeting counts. Some programs cost per user, some cost per feature. Some have all-you-can-eat plans but have additional fees in updates or support.

Here’s what to check:

Are there any extra fees?

Do you cancel easily?

What's the return policy if it doesn't work out?

Transparent pricing is always a good thing. Dentostack, for example, has a 15-day money-back guarantee — no embarrassing questions. And even their annual plans give you proportionate refunds (less the months you've already been subscribed). It shows that they have faith in their product, and it's reassuring to know you won't be stuck if it's not for you.

Final Thought

Choosing the right dental clinic software is not choosing the one with the most bells and whistles. It is choosing a tool that gets the job done — your workflow, your staff, and your goals. Start with your pain points, list must-haves, make it simple, and look beyond admin — to growth and marketing. And don't be afraid to take a demo or ask questions. It's your clinic, and you should have tools that make it easier, not harder, to do what you do best. If you're browsing around, Dentostack is well worth a look. It's not a program — it's a support system for dental professionals, by people who actually appear to grasp the day-to-day craziness of running a practice. Your time matters. Allow the proper tools to help you regain some of it.

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Sustainable Shipping: How LCL Contributes to Greener Supply Chains

I had a light-bulb moment the first time I booked a Less Than Container Load Shipment. My pallets of eco-friendly yoga mats didn’t fill an entire container, and paying for empty air felt wasteful—both to my wallet and to the planet. That’s when I discovered LCL Container Shipping and realized it could shrink my carbon footprint while keeping my shipping costs under control. Today I’m sharing why that matters, especially if you run an e-commerce shop, a growing small business, or a sprawling enterprise that cares about sustainability.

I Pay Only for the Space I Use—So Does the Planet

When I choose a Less Than Container Load Shipment, my goods travel alongside cargo from other companies. Together, we fill one container instead of each of us sending half-empty ones. Filling that space efficiently means the vessel carries more product per ton of emissions, lowering the carbon intensity of every single unit on board. In simple terms, less empty space equals fewer voyages overall, and fewer voyages equal less fuel burned.

Consolidation Cuts More Than Costs

Because LCL Container Shipping consolidates loads at central hubs, freight forwarders can optimize routes and schedules. That reduces the number of pick-ups and drop-offs required, shaving off extra miles on trucks and drayage equipment. I like to think of it as a rideshare for my cargo: one truck, one trip, several shippers on board, less diesel in the air.

Smaller Batches, Smarter Inventory

Holding huge safety stocks ties up cash and warehouse space—two things I’d rather spend elsewhere. Sending goods via Less Than Container Load Shipment lets me replenish inventory in smaller, more frequent batches. By aligning production closer to actual demand, I cut the risk of over-manufacturing and the waste that comes with unsold goods. Leaner inventory means a leaner environmental impact too.

Packaging Mindfulness Multiplies the Benefit

I’ve learned that the green gains of LCL Container Shipping explode when I package intelligently. Right-sized cartons, recyclable void fill, and pallet-level stretch-wrap alternatives all keep total weight down. With fewer kilos to move, vessels consume less fuel per container, magnifying the sustainability dividend of LCL.

Real-World Results I’ve Seen

20% Lower Freight Cost: Sharing container space spreads base costs across multiple shippers.

15% Carbon Reduction per Unit: Forwarder carbon reports show a smaller footprint compared to my old half-empty FCL bookings.

Faster Cash Cycle: Shipping smaller loads more often frees up working capital that would’ve sat in slow-moving inventory.

My Checklist for Eco-Friendly LCL Success

Choose Emissions-Transparent Forwarders I look for partners who publish CO₂ metrics for each sailing.

Confirm Sustainable Consolidation Hubs Facilities with solar power and electric yard tractors add another green layer.

Use Eco-Smart Packaging Lightweight yet protective materials lower overall shipment weight.

Align Order Frequency with Real Demand Smaller, data-driven restocks keep both waste and warehousing costs down.

Why I’ll Keep Riding the LCL Wave

Adopting Less Than Container Load Shipment was more than a cost-saving tactic for me; it became a pillar of my sustainability playbook. Every time I hit “book” on an LCL Container Shipping invoice, I know I’m choosing a solution that respects both my balance sheet and the environment. If greener supply chains are on your 2025 priority list, LCL might just be the simplest first step you can take—one shared container at a time.

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The Future of “I Do”: Exploring Wedding & Event Planning Software in 2025

Introduction to Wedding & Event Planning Software

Event planning has gone digital — and thank goodness. Wedding and event planning software provides a centralized hub to handle everything from guest lists to vendor bookings. These tools are designed not just for couples but also for professional planners, freelancers, and venue managers, making planning smarter and more efficient.

Why Traditional Planning Methods Fall Short

Let’s face it — sticky notes and hand-written checklists might have a nostalgic charm, but they don’t cut it anymore. When you’re dealing with dozens of vendors, hundreds of guests, and timelines that shift weekly, relying on pen and paper is a recipe for confusion. That’s where wedding planning software for wedding planners steps in, offering seamless, integrated alternatives.

Manual methods often lack flexibility, transparency, and collaboration. You can’t share a paper planner across time zones or auto-update a seating chart with a pencil. That’s why modern weddings require modern tools like online event planning software that everyone on the team can access.

How Wedding Planning Software Works

At its core, wedding and event planning software acts like a digital assistant. It brings all aspects of the planning process into one easy-to-use interface. You can monitor timelines, manage guest RSVPs, track your budget, and communicate with vendors without switching between apps or digging through emails. It’s a game-changer for anyone juggling multiple responsibilities — basically, everyone planning a wedding. Many of these tools also qualify as wedding event planning software, offering templates, calendars, and automation features.

Key Features to Look for in 2025

Some features are no longer luxuries — they’re necessities. In 2025, planners and clients alike will expect:

AI-powered scheduling that automatically suggests optimal dates and times.

Integrated vendor marketplaces for easy comparison and booking.

Mobile access, because nobody wants to be glued to a desktop.

Real-time budget updates to track expenses as they happen.

Drag-and-drop floor plans that make visualizing the layout simple.

Top Wedding Planning Software Innovators to Watch

Innovation in this space is booming, with several platforms setting new standards. These wedding planning software innovators are constantly upgrading their systems. Aisle Planner continues to impress with its sleek design and all-in-one functionality. HoneyBook remains a favorite among freelance wedding professionals due to its automation features. Meanwhile, Planning Pod and AllSeated provide powerful visual planning tools ideal for larger events or venues. These are the innovators driving change and shaping the industry.

Best Wedding and Event Planning Software 2024

Looking back at 2024, a few platforms stood out for their usability and robust feature sets. Zola and Joy catered to budget-conscious couples, providing powerful tools without a price tag. The Knot Pro enhanced vendor communication and client management, making it easier to stay on top of appointments and details. These tools were widely recognized as top-tier wedding and event planning software 2024.

Spotlight: Wedding & Event Planning Software USA

In the U.S., the demand for wedding software that offers more than just planning tools is rising fast. Planners and venues want built-in contract management, invoicing, CRM features, and integrations with other platforms like QuickBooks or Stripe. Tools like Eventbrite and Cvent, originally designed for corporate events, have started adapting for weddings too. They represent a new generation of wedding & event planning software USA.

Software for Wedding Coordinators & Venue Managers

The Rise of Online Event & Wedding Planning Software

Accessibility is king. With cloud-based platforms, couples and planners can collaborate from anywhere, whether they’re across the city or across the globe. Online event & wedding planning software like WedPlanner Pro and Joy offer real-time syncing, secure storage, and intuitive interfaces. Being online means updates are instant, mistakes are reduced, and everyone stays informed. The flexibility also makes these platforms suitable as wedding planner computer software.

All-in-One Event Planning Software: Worth the Hype?

All-in-one solutions promise to be the Swiss army knives of event planning — and many live up to the claim. They combine budgeting, scheduling, communications, design, and even guest interaction into one streamlined interface. This is ideal for planners managing multiple clients or complex events. All in one event planning software helps save time, reduce costs, and increase accuracy across the board.

Event Planning Business Software for Professionals

Planning Events Made Easy: Tools for Freelancers

Not every planner is part of a big agency. Freelancers need agile tools that fit within smaller budgets without sacrificing capability. This is where event planning software for wedding planners comes in. Tools like Asana and Trello help with task organization, while Google Workspace enables real-time collaboration. Canva is great for invites and mood boards. These options prove that even smaller operations can benefit from modern planning event software.

Innovative Wedding Venue Management Software

Venues are turning to technology to manage bookings, optimize layouts, and improve service delivery. Innovative Wedding Venue Management Software includes 3D modeling, automated staff scheduling, and client communications. Automating checklists, communications, and service schedules helps venues run smoother and provide better client experiences.

Wedding and Event Planning Software 2025: What’s Next?

As we look ahead, we can expect even more personalization and intelligence built into software. AI will suggest vendors, timelines, and even color palettes. Voice-command features and augmented reality previews may become common. Wedding and event planning software 2025 will be smarter, faster, and even more intuitive, making Event Planning with Innovative Management Software the new industry standard.

Conclusion: The Future is Software-Powered

FAQs

1. What is the best event planning software for wedding planners? Aisle Planner, Planning Pod, and HoneyBook are top picks offering tools for scheduling, budgeting, and vendor management.

2. Can I use wedding planning software for free? Yes. Tools like Joy and Zola offer free plans with essential features suitable for DIY planners.

3. What’s the difference between wedding planning and venue management software? Wedding planning software is for managing the entire event. Venue management software focuses on booking, logistics, and staff coordination.

4. Is online wedding software secure? Most modern platforms use strong encryption and follow best security practices, but always review the provider’s terms and data policies.

5. Will AI and AR become part of future event planning tools? Absolutely. AI is already being integrated for recommendations and automation, and AR is expected to become a major design tool by 2025.

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Unlocking Success in India: A Guide for American Entrepreneurs

Smart, Simple Legal Solutions With the choice of the right legal partner, the firm can handle most of these legal challenges or can assist you to avoid them altogether. • Debt Recovery in India • We work with attorneys who are specialised in the Indian debt recovery. • We assist you in sending formal demand letters and legal notices. • Use of alternate dispute resolution (ADR) and summary suits can provide quicker results. • The communication history and detailed invoice records are kept securely. • Early action should be taken. • Enforcing Contracts • Always get your contracts properly reviewed by the good Indian legal professionals. • It is important to define penalties, payment terms and jurisdiction clearly in the contract. • The litigation and negotiation should be used strategically. • Your intellectual property should be protected with the help of a well-drafted agreement. • The arbitration or mediation can also be used to avoid court delays. • Managing Compliance & Regulation • The attorney should be hired who has good knowledge and experience in Indian taxation and regulatory law. • An individual should plan for transfer pricing, GST and tax audit representation. • The regular compliance audits should be conducted. • Get help to navigate the foreign exchange rules and the rules of India’s RBI. • The proper data privacy policy should be built that follows the regulations of India. • Proper documentation should be maintained related to import and export

[nexbotau]

Best Accounting Software for Startups in Australia

Which accounting software is mostly used in Australia? For startups and small businesses, the right answer often depends on size, industry, and budget, but there are standout names that dominate the market for good reason.

Choosing the right accounting software for startups can make or break your financial workflow. Whether it’s managing expenses, tracking invoices, lodging BAS, or automating payroll, startups need something simple, scalable, and secure.

Top Accounting Software Options for Startups

✅ Xero: Often hailed as the best accounting software in Australia, Xero offers real-time bank feeds, simple invoicing, payroll, and compliance — all in the cloud.

✅ MYOB: A solid choice for businesses needing compliance-first tools. MYOB includes built-in superannuation and Single Touch Payroll features perfect for Australian startups.

✅ QuickBooks Online: QuickBooks excels in automation and integrations, offering an easy-to-use dashboard and tools for small businesses looking to scale.

✅ Rounded: Tailored for freelancers and solo founders, Rounded is a free accounting software alternative with paid upgrades for growing needs.

Why Startups Need Purpose-Built Accounting Tools

Startups have limited time and resources. Manual accounting or spreadsheets won’t cut it. With the right software, you can:

Automatically reconcile transactions

Send branded invoices

Track GST and generate BAS reports

Manage payroll with STP compliance

Access financial reports anytime, anywhere

That’s why choosing the right accounting software for small business isn’t just helpful — it’s essential.

How NexBot Makes It Even Smarter

Already using one of the top accounting software Australia options? NexBot adds another layer of automation. Our bots integrate with Xero, MYOB, and QuickBooks to streamline everything from workpaper preparation to ATO reporting.

Let your software handle the numbers — and let NexBot take care of the heavy lifting behind the scenes.

🚀 Ready to Automate Your Startup Accounting?

Choose the best accounting software for startups and supercharge it with NexBot’s automation tools.

👉 Book a free demo today at www.nexbot.com.au and experience how smooth startup accounting can be.

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Understanding the Role of Factoring in Today’s Canadian Economy

In the current economic landscape, managing cash flow is a critical priority for small to mid-sized enterprises. Delayed payments from customers can hinder operations, delay payroll, and restrict growth. As a result, many business owners turn to financial tools that unlock the capital tied up in accounts receivable. One of the most efficient tools for this purpose is working with factoring companies in Canada, which provide immediate liquidity by purchasing outstanding invoices.

How Invoice Factoring Works

Factoring is a simple, non-debt form of financing. Instead of waiting 30, 60, or even 90 days for payment, businesses sell their unpaid invoices to a factoring company at a discount. The company then advances a significant percentage—typically 80–95%—of the invoice value within 24 to 48 hours. Once the customer pays the invoice, the remaining balance is released, minus a small fee.

This arrangement offers an ideal alternative to loans or lines of credit. It allows companies to maintain steady cash flow without adding liabilities to their balance sheet. Canadian factoring companies provide a wide range of solutions, including industry-specific offerings for transportation, staffing, healthcare, and manufacturing.

Key Industries Benefiting from Factoring

Factoring services have become especially vital in sectors where delayed payments are the norm. In the freight and logistics sector, for example, truckers and carriers often wait up to 60 days for brokers or shippers to pay. By using factoring, they gain immediate access to fuel money, repairs, and operational funds.

Other sectors that frequently use factoring include staffing agencies, which often pay employees weekly while waiting for monthly client payments, and manufacturers dealing with long production cycles and extended payment terms. The adaptability of factoring services makes them indispensable across a variety of business models.

Why Businesses Choose Factoring Over Traditional Financing

Unlike bank loans, factoring doesn’t require strong credit scores or extensive collateral. The creditworthiness of the business’s customers—not the business itself—is the primary consideration. This makes factoring accessible to startups, rapidly growing firms, and companies recovering from credit issues.

Additionally, the approval process for factoring is much faster than traditional financing. Businesses can often get approved and funded within a few days. For many, this speed is a critical advantage.

Working with the largest factoring companies also adds credibility, back-office support, and scalable funding options as invoice volumes grow.

The Role of Technology in Modern Factoring

The factoring industry has embraced digital transformation. Advanced platforms now allow businesses to upload invoices, check funding status, and track payments in real time. This convenience has contributed to a surge in adoption among tech-savvy entrepreneurs and CFOs seeking streamlined processes.

Increased transparency, automated reporting, and integrated collections support are further benefits provided by these platforms. Companies seeking invoice factoring canada services can now operate more efficiently while improving financial forecasting and cash flow visibility.

Understanding Costs and Terms

Factoring fees vary based on the volume of invoices, the payment terms of customers, and the industry involved. Rates typically range from 1% to 5% of the invoice value. Contracts can be structured as recourse or non-recourse:

Recourse factoring: The business assumes responsibility if the customer fails to pay.

Non-recourse factoring: The factoring company absorbs the credit risk.

When evaluating factoring companies, it’s essential to understand the fee structure, funding speed, customer service quality, and contract flexibility. Transparent pricing and no hidden fees are hallmarks of reputable providers.

Comparing Factoring Options Across Canada

With many providers to choose from, selecting the right factoring partner requires due diligence. Businesses should compare service models, industries served, and technological capabilities. For instance, some companies specialize in small businesses, while others focus on enterprise-level clients with large invoice volumes.

The diversity of the top 10 freight factoring companies shows the competitive nature of the market and the specialization available to meet industry-specific needs. Freight companies, in particular, benefit from fuel advances, same-day funding, and load verification services.

Navigating the Regulatory Environment

Canada’s financial regulations and tax obligations, such as GST/HST on factored invoices, add complexity to the factoring process. Businesses should work with factoring providers familiar with provincial tax requirements, bilingual documentation, and compliance with Canadian business laws.

Providers well-versed in these areas ensure seamless transactions and proper tax handling, reducing administrative burdens on internal finance teams.

Leveraging Factoring for Growth and Stability

Factoring is not just a short-term cash flow solution—it can also be a growth enabler. Companies use factoring to fund new contracts, increase inventory, expand operations, or cover seasonal peaks. With predictable cash inflow, businesses can negotiate better supplier terms, take on larger clients, or invest in marketing and staffing.

For firms seeking financial stability without incurring debt, factoring offers a strategic advantage in a volatile economic climate. As more businesses turn to flexible financing, the value of choosing trusted, experienced providers becomes even more apparent.

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Trusted Source for Bosch Aftermarket Spare Parts – Smart Parts Exports

Let’s be real—if you’re into cars or, honestly, anything with wheels and an engine, you already know Bosch is kind of a big deal. Brakes, fuel injectors, sensors, filters… you name it, Bosch probably makes it, and chances are mechanics worldwide swear by it. Over here at Smart Parts Exports, we don’t just dabble in Bosch parts—we live and breathe this stuff. We’re that plug for 100% legit Bosch components, shipping ‘em out to every corner of the planet.

With a strong reputation in international trade, we specialize in Bosch auto spare parts exports to countries across Africa, Asia, the Middle East, Europe, and South America.  So if you’re hunting for a dependable hookup for Bosch Genuine Parts from India, congrats, you just found ‘em.

Why Choose Bosch for Aftermarket Spare Parts?

Bosch isn’t some fly-by-night operation—they’ve been building top-notch auto parts for over a hundred years. That’s not something you just stumble into. There’s a reason their aftermarket gear is always in demand: it works, plain and simple:

✅ OEM-Approved Quality Bosch manufactures parts for several car brands as an original equipment supplier (OES). Their aftermarket line meets or exceeds these standards.

✅ Global Compatibility Whether you're servicing German, Japanese, or Indian vehicles, Bosch has components that fit a wide range of makes and models.

✅ Longevity & Performance Bosch components are known for extended life, better efficiency, and enhanced vehicle performance.

✅ Safety-First Engineering Braking systems and electronic components from Bosch are designed with driver safety in mind.

As a top-tier Bosch Parts Exporter, we ensure that every product we supply is original, durable, and ready to install.

Our Range of Bosch Aftermarket Spare Parts

At Smart Parts Exports, we maintain a vast inventory of Bosch aftermarket spare parts ready for fast global delivery. Whether you’re a workshop, dealer, fleet operator, or distributor, we have the Bosch components you need.

Here’s what we offer:

Part Category

Product Examples

Engine Management

Fuel injectors, sensors, ignition coils

Braking System

Brake pads, brake discs, ABS sensors

Filters

Oil filters, fuel filters, cabin air filters

Electrical Parts

Alternators, starters, spark plugs, glow plugs

Diesel Systems

Common rail injectors, fuel pumps, pressure valves

Wiper Systems

Wiper blades, wiper motors

We handle requests for both current models and older vehicles, making us your complete partner in Bosch auto spare parts exports.

Why Smart Parts Exports is the Right Choice

We understand the importance of accuracy, reliability, and speed in the automotive spare parts business. That’s why businesses across the globe trust us for their Bosch Genuine Parts supply from India.

Here’s what makes us different:

🌍 Global Shipping Expertise From Nairobi to Dubai, or from Dhaka to Lima, we deliver your Bosch parts quickly and securely.

🔍 Part Number Accuracy Provide us with your Bosch part number or vehicle details—we'll identify the right fit.

📦 Secure Packaging All orders are packed with international export standards to prevent damage during transit.

🧾 Full Documentation Support We provide Proforma invoices, commercial invoices, HS codes, and packing lists for seamless customs clearance.

💬 Responsive Customer Support Our multilingual sales team is available via email and WhatsApp to assist you at every step.

When you choose Smart Parts Exports, you’re not just buying parts—you’re gaining a partner in your automotive business.

Who We Serve

As a top Bosch Parts Exporter, we work with:

🏪 Auto Parts Retailers: Offering Bosch parts for local resale.

🛠 Workshops & Mechanics: Delivering genuine Bosch components for professional repairs.

🌐 Online Sellers: Supplying Bosch parts for eCommerce platforms.

🏭 Fleet Operators: Ensuring large vehicle fleets are maintained with OEM quality parts.

🔧 Distributors: Supporting bulk orders for regional suppliers and wholesalers.

Whether your order is big or small, we provide the same level of service and authenticity for every client.

How to Order Bosch Parts from India

We’ve simplified the ordering process for Bosch aftermarket spare parts to make your experience smooth and hassle-free:

Send Your Parts List Email or WhatsApp us with Bosch part numbers or product names.

Get Quotation We’ll respond with prices, availability, and shipping details within 24 hours.

Confirm & Dispatch Once the order is confirmed and payment is made, we’ll dispatch your goods with full tracking support.

Need help identifying Bosch components? Just share vehicle details or images—our experts are here to guide you.

Countries We Export To

Smart Parts Exports is known for efficient Bosch auto spare parts exports to over 80 countries, including:

UAE, Saudi Arabia, Qatar

Kenya, Nigeria, South Africa

Bangladesh, Sri Lanka, Nepal

Brazil, Peru, Chile

Ukraine, Russia, Turkey

Our deep understanding of international trade regulations ensures your goods reach you quickly, safely, and legally.

Final Thoughts

Whether you’re on the hunt for aftermarket bits or strictly about that Genuine Parts life, Smart Parts Exports is the name to remember. Killer logistics, actual humans you can talk to, and zero tolerance for knockoffs. Sourcing parts from India just got way easier.

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Best MSME Loans Provider in India

Best MSME Loans Provider in India – Rupee Boss

In today’s dynamic business ecosystem, the Micro, Small, and Medium Enterprises (MSME) sector is a powerful engine driving India’s economic growth. These enterprises are vital contributors to employment, innovation, exports, and inclusive development. However, one of the biggest hurdles for MSMEs is access to timely and reliable financing. This is where Rupee Boss, recognized as the best MSME loans provider, steps in to bridge the gap between vision and resources.

Whether you're a first-generation entrepreneur or a seasoned business owner, Rupee Boss offers MSME loans that are fast, flexible, and tailored to your specific needs. With our simple process, competitive rates, and personalized service, we’ve become the go-to choice for small business owners across India looking for financial support.

Why Rupee Boss is the Best MSME Loans Provider

At Rupee Boss, our core philosophy is centered around empowering MSMEs to grow fearlessly. We understand that when small businesses thrive, the economy thrives. Here’s why Rupee Boss is widely acknowledged as the best MSME loans provider:

Fast & Hassle-Free Approvals

We understand that time is a valuable resource for business owners. That’s why Rupee Boss ensures fast approvals with minimal documentation. Our digital-first approach allows MSMEs to apply for a loan within minutes, eliminating long queues and delays.

Customized MSME Business Loans

Every business has a different goal—some need funds for inventory, while others may need to invest in equipment, technology, or new branches. Rupee Boss offers MSME business loans that are tailor-made to match your exact business requirements, ensuring you get the most value from your financing.

Competitive MSME Loan Interest Rates

Cost of borrowing is a major factor in business decisions. At Rupee Boss, we offer highly competitive MSME loan interest rates that keep your repayments affordable and your profits intact. Our transparent pricing model ensures you never have to worry about hidden charges or unexpected fees.

Personalized Support & Expert Guidance

Rupee Boss isn't just a loan facilitator—we're your financial growth partner. Our expert advisors will guide you through the entire process, from understanding your MSME loan eligibility to choosing the right product that aligns with your business goals.

Who Can Apply for an MSME Loan?

Rupee Boss provides loans to businesses that qualify under the MSME classification as defined by the Government of India. If you are a manufacturer, trader, service provider, or startup with a valid business registration, you may be eligible for a loan.

Basic eligibility includes:

Indian business ownership

Valid PAN and GST registration

6+ months of operational history

Consistent revenue or invoices

Good credit score or alternative financial proof

Even if you're a relatively new business, we offer solutions that consider more than just your credit report. Rupee Boss believes in looking at potential, not just past performance.

Common Use Cases for MSME Loans

Being the best MSME loans provider, Rupee Boss caters to a wide variety of business needs. Here's how MSMEs across industries are using our financing solutions:

Working Capital Support

Short on cash flow due to delayed customer payments or seasonal demand? Our MSME loans help you maintain uninterrupted operations by covering daily expenses like salaries, rent, and inventory.

Expansion Plans

Planning to open a new store, enter a new market, or expand services? Rupee Boss supports your ambition with flexible business loans designed for growth.

Machinery & Equipment Purchase

Need new machinery to boost production? Our loans help you invest in the latest technology without draining your current reserves.

Marketing & Promotion

Want to boost your brand visibility through digital or offline marketing? Use our MSME loans to finance your marketing campaigns and reach more customers.

Emergency Needs

From urgent repairs to unexpected orders, business emergencies are unpredictable. Rupee Boss ensures you have the funds when you need them the most.

Understanding MSME Loan Interest Rates

When considering financing options, interest rates are a key concern. At Rupee Boss, we offer MSME loans starting from as low as 9% per annum, depending on your profile and loan type.

Several factors affect the MSME loan interest rates, including:

Nature and size of your business

Business revenue and profits

Duration of the loan

Credit history and CIBIL score

Loan amount required

Type of collateral (if any)

Rupee Boss ensures complete transparency in pricing and provides repayment plans that suit your financial cycle, making us the best MSME loans provider for businesses seeking affordable finance.

The Rupee Boss Advantage

Here’s what makes Rupee Boss stand apart in a crowded market of lenders and finance companies:

Lightning-Fast Processing: Apply online and get approval within 24 to 48 hours.

Paperless Process: Minimal documentation and 100% digital submission.

Unmatched Flexibility: Choose from different loan tenures, repayment methods, and interest options.

Personalized Attention: A dedicated relationship manager to guide and support your application.

No Collateral Required: Most MSME business loans are unsecured, meaning no need to mortgage assets.

Unlike traditional banks that often follow rigid procedures, Rupee Boss offers a refreshing experience with flexible eligibility criteria and a streamlined process. This customer-first approach is why we’re recognized repeatedly as the best MSME loans provider by thousands of entrepreneurs.

How to Apply for an MSME Loan with Rupee Boss

The loan application process with Rupee Boss is designed to be as simple and quick as possible:

Step 1: Visit Our Website

Head to www.rupeeboss.com and select the MSME loan option.

Step 2: Fill Out the Online Form

Submit basic business details like your name, business name, PAN, GST, loan amount required, and purpose of the loan.

Step 3: Upload Documents

Upload digital copies of essential documents like business registration, income statements, and bank account details.

Step 4: Get Instant Loan Offer

Based on your details, our platform will generate instant offers that suit your profile.

Step 5: Disbursal

Once you accept the offer and verify your details, the loan amount is disbursed directly to your bank account.

From start to finish, the process can take as little as 24 to 48 hours—a key reason why many business owners prefer Rupee Boss as their trusted MSME loans provider.

What Our Clients Say

Thousands of MSME owners across India have experienced the Rupee Boss difference. Here’s what some of them say:

“Rupee Boss helped me expand my textile business when I needed funds urgently. Their process was easy, and the team was supportive throughout. They truly are the best MSME loans provider.” – Priya R., Surat

“I got a business loan without collateral, with low interest rates. I’ve recommended Rupee Boss to several of my entrepreneur friends.” – Ramesh P., Nagpur

These stories are a testament to the trust we’ve built over the years.

MSME Loans Provider for a New Era

The Indian MSME ecosystem is evolving rapidly, with digital transformation, increased global opportunities, and new-age entrepreneurship. To stay competitive, MSMEs need financing that’s fast, flexible, and future-ready.

Rupee Boss is more than just an MSME business loans provider. We are your financial partner committed to building a stronger, more resilient small business community in India. Whether it’s your first loan or your next growth milestone, we’re here to support your journey.

Conclusion

Choosing the best MSME loans provider is about more than just interest rates or loan amounts—it’s about finding a financial partner who believes in your business as much as you do. At Rupee Boss, we are proud to be that partner.

With customized MSME loan solutions, low interest rates, quick approvals, and expert guidance, Rupee Boss is the ideal choice for every business owner seeking a reliable and growth-focused lender. Whether you need working capital, expansion funds, or emergency cash flow, Rupee Boss offers the best-in-class support tailored for MSMEs.

If you're ready to scale your business and need financial backing from a trusted partner, it's time to connect with the best MSME loans provider in India.

Apply Today with Rupee Boss!

Grow your business with confidence—partner with Rupee Boss today.