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sigmasoyboy · 4 months ago

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Heyhey, i just saw this answer and realized that we need more lore about our trio ;)

Everyone seems to be talking about them on other "pages" of yours too and i have to admid they are getting more and more intriguing xD <3

long time coming but I'm happy to report I have finally finished Elov, Wallace and Lesley's profiles in my OC directory ! ദ്ദി ( ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ )

also here's some slightly reworked titbits about them that are still relevant from an old retrospring answer, as a treat:

Elov:

- he was his father's muse up to his late teen (replacing his mother who resented him for it). His father's work was very controversial because of it's eroticism being present even when photographing his underage son, though nothing was ever done about it as the work remained ambiguously artistic. - he started going to clubs meant for adults as early as 13 because his parents knew a lot of people. He almost never hung out with people his age. - his need for thrill is def pathological. Boredom drives him insane, he has to be doing some sort of stupid, dangerous shit constantly and only thrives in chaos. This has led him to self-sabotage a lot, including fucking up his relationship and chance at stability with Wallace. - he thrifts most of his clothes and has very rarely worn an outfit more than once since he started killing. His goal is to look as trashy and provocative as possible so he has no qualm picking lingerie, tiny dresses, mini shorts and skirts in the women's section. He sometimes also steals clothes from the villas he breaks into; he discards those all the same. - his modus operandi is to hitchhike in the evening and wait for an unsuspecting guy to pick him up -if he gets picked up by a woman, a couple or a family, he will simply hitch a ride without harming anyone. When it is just a man he will usually wait either for an empty stretch of road or for the guy to respond to his flirting, wether by stopping and engaging in more or flipping out and trying to attack him/get him out of the car. Elov likes to play rough and fight, the thrill comes from the uncertainty of his own survival so he will pick men who are bigger than him (not complicated). He's not scared to strike when the car is still moving but his favorite situations is when he gets to make the first move when sex was initiated, totally surprising his victim, though he sometimes treats himself to striking at climax. - he's a messy, careless killer. Once his victim is dead, he steals whatever he needs from them, changes his clothes (he always has a spare in his bag) which he will just throw in the next container and at most drives the care a little further off-road, but that's the most he'll do in term of disposal. Leaving tons of evidence behind is part of the thrill. - his favorite food is those little canapé with fish roe, creme fraîche, chopped red onion and lemon. In general, he loves tiny appetizer food, probably because he grew up eating mostly this since his parents were so often invited to gallery openings and such. It does means he quickly developed a palate for very 'grown-up' foods such as raw oysters or blue cheese, in part in an effort to act mature for his age.

Wallace: - before his arrest, he was a cellist for the Uppsala Chamber Orchestra. He would also offer private cello lessons on the side. - he also had a cat named Mitzi who he was really fond of. Sadly for Mitzi and despite his sister trying to pretend a family member did indeed take her in after his arrest, she was put down. He wasn't fooled in the slightest by the lie. - nonetheless, he still has a fondness for cats. Their feisty temper amuses him. On the other hand, he doesn't like loud and unruly dogs much. - he was closeted until his arrest. During the only phone-call he had with him after, his father made it very clear that to him the most vile part of his murders was their homosexual nature. - the only family he still has contact with is his younger cousin. They sometimes dine together once he is free but rarely as she lives in the capital, is busy with her studies and, despite holding onto the memory of the nice cousin who shared her fondness for music strongly enough to still see him despite everything, she's still just wary enough not to feel comfortable staying at his place, even though he has never harmed a woman. This hurts him, but also that's what you get when you killed people, so he doesn't say anything about it. - he doesn't have much of an opinion on his nickname but dislikes being called like this to his face. - he successfully sued for breach of physician-patient confidentiality when his unauthorized biography was published. This went public and stirred much conversation about wether or not someone like him should be allowed the right to privacy. - his very first kill was actually reported as an accidental death by auto-erotic asphyxiation that he merely 'discovered'. It was only revealed he had intentionally left his friend, who he had offered to "spot" for, die after the publishing of said biography, as he hadn't confessed to it even to the court. He told his former therapist that he was so deeply transfixed by it that he found himself unwilling to help, he also mentioned the unreciprocated romantic feelings he harboured for the victim and admitted to masturbating to the scene before calling the police, details the press ate up and he wishes had stayed private. - before meeting Elov, Wallace wasn't really interested in trying to apply for parole even if he was nearing the end of his 18 year sentence, in part because he believed it was both hopeless and that he had nothing to return to anyway. Elov convinced him by showing his interest in him wasn't merely edgy morbid fascination- or perhaps he just let himself be convinced that he saw more in him than just a potentially dangerous boyfriend to titillate his adrenaline addiction. - even though he has explored much of the underlying issues that led him to murder in his youth and has agreed to how wrong what he did was, he cannot grasp remorse beyond the concept itself, which frustrates him greatly. Nonetheless, this awareness did lead to his therapist judging him to no longer be a threat to others. - before Elov grew tired of having to wait for his parole to end, he had planned to use his Scottish citizenship to move there with him and start anew, even thinking of registering for civil union. That's how infatuated he was with him. If his prescription hadn't ran out he might have been able to move on from the relationship, though with much difficulty. - he learned quite a bit of cooking in prison but became most interested in it when he applied for parole, as him and Elov made plans to live together. He was a decent cook before he was arrested but he tended to neglect feeding himself correctly, generally only eating real meals during family dinners and when eating outside. - his favorite food is black pudding with a simple side of mashed potatoes. Funnily enough, he does prefer the swedish blodpudding to the scottish one, though he likes both and did crave a full scottish breakfast as soon as he knew he would be released, which he did get to eat (though it paled next to the real thing). He is no picky eater and has always been eager to try new cuisine.

Lesley: - he currently has seven rats and an old Irish Wolfhound named Thaddeus that used to be the family dog. He cares for all of them as diligently as he tends to the garden and the orchard. He's most comfortable when he's surrounded by animals and plants, but he's also deeply lonely. - he only vaguely identifies as male, but it's mostly because he has trouble identifying as a person to begin with. His body feels foreign to him and he prefers not to see too much of it, stripping only to shower, where he tends to dissociate heavily. - he had trouble with people following the incident so he was home-schooled. - to this day, he feels uneasy being driven anywhere and prefers to be in control of the vehicle. He drives an old beat-up 1980 suzuki carry to work. - his grandfather was quite interested in "new" technology and would let him play on his computers (starting with a commodore 64). This is what got him into tinkering with computers. - his modus operandi is to befriend suicidal users online, offer to meet in person, drug them and slit their throat to offer them a quick death wether or not they still spoke of wanting to die when they did meet. - he was only nineteen when he first killed, making him the one who started the youngest, but he also is the one who has killed the least, as befriending his victims is slow and does not always work. - despite Elov thinking he is one, he does not considers himself a killer. On the other hand, he's more preoccupied with being unable to tell wether Elov does wish to die or not than with the fact that he has a killer under his roof. Elov's promiscuity is not helping with either, and Lesley is too touch-starved for reason to prevail. - his favorite food is curries in general and his grandma's hand pies which contains, you guessed it, curry. He has learned to make them and still do to this day. He also kept the habit of drinking 'Chocolate de Maní' (a sort of roasted peanut and cinnamon warm drink, which despite the name contains no cocoa) every week-end even after his grandparents passed. Ironically, even if he is ok with seafood, he dislikes fish. He's very set in his habits and does not really seek new flavors.

#; asks #c: elov #c: wallace #c: lesley #sorry for the wait I've got really bad executive dysfunction #and sometimes the characters are still cooking up in my brain so it's too early to write them a profile on the directory

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pauking5 · 1 year ago

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Runaway 🏎️ Chapter 1

Pairing: Naozumi Hiyama x fem reader oc

Synopsis: There's no place for women in the world of racing, let alone rally, a dirty sport where influence can break passion into pieces. That is until you show up – the daughter of a racing legend who has lost everything to the fog of fame – ready to stir the pot of competition and throw fuel to Naozumi's fire, burning wild as he chases for glory, holding on with his teeth onto a dream as good as lost. Just how far will you go to take your rightful place in the world of rally against all challenges thrown in your path? Will you be able to restore the team back to its golden glory days and change things for the better? Or will secret plans and escapades ruin your career before it even begins?

Genre: racing AU, enemies to lovers, rivalry, suspense, a whole lot of teasing, gender power games, dating in secret

Word count: 4.5k+

A/N: Here it finally is. I can't believe I got to write about one of my passions in this way. Though I love rally, getting the technicalities right was rough but I researched as much as I could on it so it feels like the real thing, though there might be some minor inaccuracies, not really affecting the story.

This one has been in the works for a good period of time and though this first chapter is short and fast-paced, there's so much more coming. Trust the process cause god knows I do. I hope I can make Naozumi justice and I can't wait for you to read the next ones. Enjoy lovelies.

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It's not about how fast you go.

It's about how long you go fast.

Fast like-

A knock bounces against your helmet, interrupting your pre-race mantra before you even finished reciting it, bringing you back to the chaos prior to the race start. Chaos you wanted to avoid at all costs.

Blinking your eyes open, you took in the smell of burnt rubber and the nerve-wracking atmosphere. The team staff are running around the car, making sure all the last checks are done and dusted. The stands are fully packed, deafening roars from the crowds soaring over the music being blasted so loudly on the other side of the track that you could hear it all the way to your station. Another voice joins in the incessant noise, demanding your full attention.

"Raiko, are you ready?"

Letting out an exasperated breath, you waved off whoever spoke to you and closed your eyes again. "Give me a minute, will you?"

Okay, where was I?

It's not about how fast you go-

Another drilling noise came from your right, annoying the living daylights out of you, and ultimately ruining the last sliver of peace you were hanging onto. All of it was simply gone now.

Ah, fuck it. Since we keep getting interrupted...

How about I tell you a little bit about me.

Name's Raiko Suruki.

Yes, that Suruki.

Here we go again.

I'm the daughter of the famed Hiro Suruki, five times Japan World Rally Championship winner, consecutively if I may add. Proud podium sitter for a gazillion times, and also kind of a living breathing legend in the primetime of the rally world about a decade back.

The same Hiro Suruki that started one of the best teams in the history of Japanese rally, snatching six more titles under his directory. WRC'S Golden Boy.

After his personal fifth title, he felt the need to redirect his wheels, wanting something more from racing. Something that would fulfill him, beside his love for driving at the most insane speeds known to man, and having his first and only child – that's me, in case you didn't know.

Anyway. Without any second thoughts or doubts about it, he retired from the sport out of nowhere, changing the fireproofs for the laid-back team principal shirt and a cheap very 'dad' baseball cap. At barely 35 years of age, he took the biggest leap of faith of his life and Suruki Racing was born out of fuel and a blazing passion for rally.

He poured everything he had into the team and built it from scratch, taking it so high in his prime that everyone wanted a piece of it. Be it driving in a seat for the team, changing parts as a mechanic or simply having shares in it.

It was basically the shit. The pinnacle of rally in the whole of Japan, something no other racing series managed to bring to such legendary heights.

The team became a national sensation and pride. So many influential people, from mere businessmen to government politicians, and even foreigners became so interested in it and helping it expand. It genuinely felt like the only way for him was up, flying like a rocket towards the legends' hall of fame.

It went like that for a while. He was beaming with happiness, unable to understand where all that luck came from, pouring in like rain in the desert. But like everything good, it didn't last. Once he started to question it all, it was like a switch flipped inwards and it all fell to ruins.

Everything started going wrong.

All of a sudden, the cars started missing parts the night before races. They had engine failures mid-race in almost every stage, followed by DNF's on every scoreboard. And those aren't even the most shocking things that happened. You name the tragedy and it definitely happened to Suruki Racing at one point a in disastrous, life-changing, career-ending type of way.

The mess just piled up more and more, and it showed, despite dad's efforts to stay afloat. Contract deals with sponsors started falling through, losing funding for a lot of parts and investments in equipment. Then the drivers got fed up with the constant failed races and blamed the car or the team if they felt like it. They terminated their contracts way before their terms were up under the pretense that they wanted different things... which were not related to Suruki Racing. The mechanics chose to stay, a few of them anyways, but it wasn't nearly enough to keep going.

The team ripped at the seams and slowly but surely ran into the ground and dad couldn't find at least one reason why it happened. It was like a curse you couldn't get rid of and I saw it happen first-hand.

The late nights he would spend in the garage trying new parts that kept failing with every test on the car. The way he would go as low as begging the drivers to come back offering them money he didn't have because no driver, rookie or experienced, didn't even bat an eye once the name of the team was mentioned.

Lost, penniless and with a heavy heart, he had to sit and watch the one thing he loved the most on earth rust away little by little, no matter what he would do to prevent it.

Mom called it karma for his reckless racing days because as talented as he was, the road forgives no one. That you can be God's favourite and still lose everything. And he didn't want to understand that. He never did.

I was too young to help back then. Too young to understand what Suruki Racing meant to him. Too young to do the only thing I could do to save it.

Until now.

So, let's try that again, shall we?

Name's Rai Suruki, driver for Suruki Racing 2.0.

Another knock to your helmet, echoing in your head louder than the first, brought you back to the real world for good this time. Mechanics rushed around you to finish the set up on the car before you were called up to take your spot in front of the race marshal, which from a quick glance at the scoreboard would be soon.

Looking to your left, you were met with a set of dull brown eyes, messy jet black hair, a funky moustache and an extremely creased forehead for his middle age, all belonging to your co-driver, Don Tanaka. He's another legend of the sport.

Former training coach for some of the current biggest teams in the WRC, with a CV of experiences surpassing most people that have been in rally for longer. On top of all that, he is an even bigger friend of your father's. When he called him up asking for an old favour to train you, he couldn't say no.

But if it was up to commenting, you'd say he was one of the biggest fools for giving up a lavish salary with so many perks for one favour, especially for your old fart of a father. Driving with him was great, but training with him was hell on Earth.

"I was doing my mantra," you reasoned, trying to get him off your case.

"Your mantra sucks."

He is an absolute joy to be around, isn't he?

"Well," you turned to him in your seat with a tight-lipped smile, "you're the one choosing to be co-driver to a young adult at your ripe age of 40. If I was you I would've picked something more calming, like gardening."

Bringing his hand to his chin in thinking, he sat in silence for a moment before he spoke.

"That doesn't sound so bad right now," he went on trying to push your buttons.

"Oh, shush," you waved him off, turning back to the wheel.

If there was one thing he liked doing, it was keeping you in check by poking fun at you. He was like that one uncle you could always go to with your secrets or to ask for extra pocket money, but in return he liked to tease the fuck out of you for it. Every. Single. Time.

As much as you hated his antics, you did kind of owe him a lot. He was the one who caught your talent for racing early on, back when you would drive plastic mini cars made from scraps around the team garage like you had years of experience. A few drifting maneuvers around old tires done like a pro at the cool age of 8, and he was sold on you and your potential.

Amongst all the teasing and the pain of having to train like a man, you've spent enough time with him to know you could count on him for literally anything. He was the best co-driver you could ask for and you wouldn't want anyone else in that seat directing your fate for the world.

He knew what it took to annoy you greatly in order to deliver on the dirt track and prove yourself. Especially now, since you were the only woman on highly occupied male territory.

Racing is a man's world. With as many female advancements in motorsport as there were today, the majority of the community was still not convinced that a woman could drive better than a man or even compete alongside a whole grid of their species. They can regard you, acknowledge your existence, but they would never accept you.

Your father knew your entry to the championship would stir up a lot of unwanted attention, besides the fact that he was basically reviving a cursed team and you happened to be the poster face for it this time around. It sounded like a catastrophe in the making.

Frankly, you were ecstatic to get to drive an actual race car outside of the junior series and helping the team get back to its rightful place, restoring its deserved glory. But you knew it wasn't going to be easy work. Especially, since public enemy number one - the press - was going to try and tear you to sparkly shreds for a lot of reasons. An attack that they started before any official information was out.

A few months ago, when the announcement of Suruki Racing's comeback after ten years of inactivity hit the WRC, the media had a field day with it.

They criticized your father for being a nutjob that didn't know when to quit. They smeared Don Tanaka's name like he didn't make most of the drivers currently selling their dying papers. They even tried to get paid scoops from anyone involved with the team in the slightest.

But the team had one wildcard left to play before pulling the curtains for good and giving them the satisfaction that they ruined it.

You.

The press didn't know about you. No one in the other teams knew about you. Thanks to your father's extremely private life, no one even knew of your existence. The only people that did were your team in the garage that saw your face every single day, from the mechanics to your personal PR agent.

Even walking into the circuit grounds this morning, long hair down over your shoulders, sporting the team gear in plain sight, no one batted an eye at you. Even if they did, they would think you were involved with technical or marketing - though even that was a rarity in this universe - or worse, just another groupie looking to get one of the drivers under your hood.

Your father wanted to give everyone a show they'll never forget by having you drive the first race in the calendar without a proper introduction. No car reveal. No interviews. No pre-race press conference. Just a car and its driver.

This way they would judge your driving before they actually got to judge you for being a woman at the wheel of a three hundred horsepower beast. He trusted you and your judgement on the track far more than the lousy press setting you up for fail. They would get a proper car show and speech after the race anyway. It was out of the ordinary but that kinda summed up Hiro Suruki and his bipolar personality.

The distorted sound of a megaphone, followed by the voice of the race marshal called you to the start line.

"Car 7, Rai Suruki for Suruki Racing, you're up next!"

You could already see everyone turning their eyes to your station, booming cheers going quiet, turning into sharp murmurs.

Time to get this show going.

Rolling up your windows to block the world, you put the car in gear and drove to the start line, waiting for the green light. Looking out at the lines in the road ahead of you spotting the first hazard ahead, the nerves climbed up your spine faster than your engine could pump the pistons for pressure.

You prepared for this for most of your life, but if you were being honest, it all got a little too real now, sitting with your foot hovering above the gas pedal ahead of the moment that could make or break your career before it even started. The very moment that could be a step forward to restoring your father's name, getting the team back on track in a new age of rally racing. The moment for a change.

No pressure, right?

"Raiko," your co-driver called your name, but you couldn't tear your eyes away from the road, gloved fingers tightening on top of the wheel with a small snap. "Do you remember the course?"

"Yes."

"Good. All set?"

"I think so."

"Raiko, look at me."

"You're not my style."

"Raiko," his voice turned more serious and deep with warning. With another sigh into the small, cramped space for breathing your helmet provided, you turned to him. "You've got this. Let's prove everyone wrong."

He was right. You could do this.

Let's prove everyone wrong.

The race marshal started the countdown, walking from the front of your car to the side, each number in the count descending with your nerves. You loosened the hold on the wheel, stretched your legs to the pedals and let out a deep breath.

"3."

It's not about how fast you go.

"2."

It's about how long you go fast.

"1."

Fast like lightning.

"GO!"

A soon as the lights went green, you hit the throttle and took off into the dirt, raising the dust behind you. You skidded off to the side a little due to the gravel but you got control of it before anyone could notice.

Tokai was a pretty difficult course to rally depending on which stages got picked for the day. More forest terrain gave way to hard roads, receding in wheel control, gaining insane suspension pressure. This one was more of an open valley terrain, which was a bit safer, but the later you got the okay to race, the more dust and gravel from other drivers would pile up in front of you, making visibility dangerously low. The corners were way too tight and one second off from Tanaka's directions or a mishap of your footing could cost you and put your car on the sidelines.

"5 left over crest," Tanaka paced you for the upcoming hill and you prepared to release the throttle.

"1 left 100."

Wheels back on the ground, you resumed pressing the pedal as a hairpin portion came into view. The cloud of dust in front of you was chalky and you had to get through it before it raised higher. Putting the car in second gear, you got ready for the drift portion. You had to be extra careful here. The mechanic in chief told you to go easy as the rear could send you into oversteer, throwing off the balance of the car and fuck up the race completely.

Listening to your gut, you waited for the right time then tapped the brake, cut the wheels and pressed the throttle, sliding across the portion. Loud cheers and whistles erupted as the crowd in the stands got up to watch you complete a perfect drift.

"3 right don't cut."

Reduce pace and prepare for a possible road hazard.

You slowed down and sure enough a bump in the road came up. If you missed that one and took it at 120 kmph, it would've projected you off the track, crashing the car hard into the rocky wall like a cereal box. Thankfully, you swerved around it, feeling the car lift off the ground on the left for a bit before it fell back down.

"6 right very long."

Hard left into a tight corner.

"Cut 8 left."

Tight corner requiring you to follow a straight line in the curb.

This was the last and worst corner on the track. You were lucky it didn't rain because this is where your car can skid off into the stands. You caught the straight line pretty fast, cutting a few seconds off your lap time without slowing down.

Following the rest of Tanaka's directions and focusing on the rest of the road, the race finished before you knew it. You liked the state you were in as you drove, mind clear of everything else because as soon as the adrenaline in your body decreased, your brain got bombarded by all kinds of issues.

Did I push the new suspensions too hard? God, I hope I didn't scratch the rear in the hairpin. Was my timing too off on that last corner? I should've practiced it more.

Driving back to your team's station, you sent all those worries at the back of your head and got out to watch the screen showing the score board just as it updated to display the new track times since you were the last to go.

1. Akira Shinkai - Sigma Racing Academy - 1.23.40

2. Naozumi Hiyama - Spica Racing Factory - 1.23.59

3. Rai Suruki - Suruki Racing - 1.24.25

"WE BAGGED THIRD PLACE?!" you yelled throwing off your helmet onto the car seat.

"WE SURE DID," Tanaka high fived you, beaming with energy just like you.

"That's 15 points on the first stage! Well done, lightning strike," he ruffled your hair as you snickered, nose scrunching up with a smile at the gesture you were already accustomed to.

"The car held up a lot better today than in testing. Maybe we lifted the curse," you wiggled your eyebrows at him at which he flicked your forehead. "Ow, what did you do that for?"

"Don't jinx it. We still have two more stages to go."

"But-"

Before you could say anything else, you were interrupted by angry shouting coming from the station next to you.

"I told you to not touch the third gear," yelled a strained voice.

You walked to the side of your station, peeking your head by the team banner, and watched the heated exchange between one of the drivers and his mechanic. Your eyes wandered to the car sitting in the middle, not one hand touching it for the regular post-race check up. From the different strokes of sky blue layered over stark white, the red and blue sponsor stickers and the carbon spoiler, you recognized it to be Spica Racing's.

"It doesn't matter now," shouted another voice, so annoyed and sure of themselves as if they owned the place. "I got a good lap record this time."

"What would you do if you had to retire in the middle of the race?" shot the mechanic, chastising the driver for being careless.

He got up in his face, towering over him though the other was much taller than him.

"We won't win if I don't attack!" he yelled back, throwing his hand in the air to make a point. "The moment I think of being scared I will lose. I won't make that mistake. So just do your job and fix the car."

With that final remark, he rounded the car to walk away from the station but his steps halt once he noticed you in the corner, now standing in full sight just at the line between your stations.

Quickly replacing the scowl on his face with what was probably his natural smirk, he came to you, stopping short of the barrier separating you.

"I don't do autographs, but for you I can do more than that," he says, flashing his extremely cocky smirk at you, adding a suggestive wink to go with the whole menu.

Ew.

Taking a small step back hoping his vibes wouldn't envelop you, you uncrossed your arms from your chest and lifted an eyebrow at him.

"I don't want your autograph."

Taken aback at your rejection, he backed up slightly too and looked you up and down, taking in your deep blue and dark gold team fireproofs and the suit tied messily around your waist. The old, way out of fashion colours seemed to ring a bell.

"Suruki Racing...," he starts doubtful, a little too focused on the writing littered over your left breast. "The shithole that revived from the ashes? Are you a mechanic, a co-driver or something for them? If you are, why don't you jump ships? I wouldn't mind having you on my team instead." He finished his speech of intent with another shit-eating grin.

Who the fuck is this guy?

The audacity that wafted off him must definitely make him popular with the ladies.

"I don't think we've met before," you extended your hand out to him, curt and polite, like a normal person would do, introducing yourself. "Rai Suruki, driver for Suruki Racing," emphasizing your role in the team so he got it through his head that you weren't some bimbo. If you were, you'd make sure your fist decorated his face in pretty red bruises before anything else.

He straightened back, smirk gone from his face in all sense of the word. It got replaced by some kind of curiosity. Looking between you and your palm hanging in the air he looked confused to say the least. He's heard about female racers before and seen some working in technical around the place, he's just never seen one stand against him on track.

Tired of being polite to someone who obviously has never heard about manners, you were about to retract your extended hand when he caught it in a firm grip and pulled it towards him, just holding it instead of shaking it. The move sent you forwards, almost barreling into him when your reaction response kicked in to steel you a safe distance away.

Maybe Tanaka's intense survival program pays off sometimes.

"So," he began and you wondered if he was about to say something intelligent or spew more shit with that mouth of his. He decided to choose the latter. "You're the one driving the Beetle dupe right there?"

Eh, come again?

Your eyes widened at him, looking at where his finger was pointed to confirm that he was pointing at your car and not anywhere else, then you whirled your head back at him appalled.

"B-Beetle dupe?!"

"I thought you were a guy."

Wouldn't be the first time I heard that one.

You took your hand back from his hold, wiping it on the sleeves of the suit hanging on your hips in the hopes that it would wipe off the disgust you were feeling too. It didn't but it was worth a try.

"It's the name," you replied through gritted teeth.

He backed up some more to scan you again, though more attentively this time, like you were some kind of illegality, cooked up from the pits of his imagination. You gave him your best front, hardening your jaw and rolling your shoulders backwards, proving you were more than a pair of boobs and a vagina, which was apparently his deranged first impression of you.

You deserved to be here. No amount of stares from the male specimen, surprised or with sinful intentions, could ever make you back down from this. This was yours to take on. No man could take this from you. Not him anyway.

So, you stared him down too, trying to find something else beside the extreme big dick energy and unsurmountable lack of scruples bathing him in the jackass façade he's got going on. Struggling to see anything else but some disdain in the way he crossed his arms over his broad chest, a rich prick attitude from how he shifted on his legs like the world owed him golden lingos every time he breathed, and some leftover rage from the screaming match with his mechanic still present in the tick of his jaw, you let your eyes meet his own in conclusion of your very own analysis.

Yeah, there's nothing else in there. An ambulant douchebag. Just like I thought.

Flashing cameras were suddenly thrown in your faces, interrupting the intense stare-down between you. The press and some people, potentially fans of other teams by their t-shirts, surrounded you from every corner of the plastic barrier around the two stations, pushing each other over the race marshals that tried their hardest to keep them away. It wasn't long until they pushed over the barrier.

Too absorbed in the chaos, you didn't notice he leaned down to your ear but when you did, you stilled in your shoes, all blood draining into your pounding stomach. He spoke close and low, so only you could hear his words.

"Don't get too comfortable around here, rookie," he whispered, his breath hitting the shell of your ear that made hot shivers run down your extremely clothed spine. "Let's see how long you last in here because this season might just be your first and last."

Pulling away with another one of his smirks that were starting to get on your nerves, he regarded you once more before he walked off in amusement to his cool-down room, giving you a full view of his broad back.

Oh, just you wait -

A reporter shoved into the human barrier of orange and green safety vests reaching the railing, yanking it back and forth repeatedly until the poor plastic seal broke off, letting everyone else pool in around you.

Uh-oh. This wasn't good.

They packed around you like wolves on their prey, all shouting different things at you while shoving their big cameras, recording devices and phones in your face. The flashes blinded you, turning the world white and too bright for it to be natural light from the clouded sky above.

Your hands shot up on instinct to cover your eyes from the flaring lights as your ears focused on filtering through the blaring sounds of camera clicks and voices. Then the countless questions registered clear as day, hitting you like a truck at full speed.

"Are you Rai Suruki, daughter of Hiro Suruki?"

"Where did your father get the money to restart the team?"

"Is your car even going to last a season?"

"Do you consider yourself a challenge to the rest of the drivers?"

I guess that was it for mystery, dad.

Some of the other teams passed by the ruckus, sparing quick judgmental glances or sending disgusting sneers your way like that was the way they initiated your welcome ceremony at the gates of the jungle.

If this was any other series, you would've been so welcomed by the rest of the grid and treated somewhat better by the media and the fans. But this was the World Rally Championships.

Driving was dirty. Talk was filthy, full of disrespect and unspoken trials of envy between each driver. The press competed to see who would get your head on a pike first and parade it as the story of the century.

Most important of all, respect was fought for, not earned.

It was a different game. One where you needed to play even if you didn't want to so in turn you wouldn't get played. Survival of the fittest truly.

You steeled your gaze, waving the reporters off and digging a hole through the crowd, successfully escaping away to your pit crew. Helping with packing up bits and pieces and taking your own stuff, you headed back to your team quarters, aware of the intensifying stares belonging to the rest of the teams still around their stations, talking about the first day in this season's calendar being an interesting one.

You had a feeling you and the team were the hot topic of conversation since you could feel their eyes searing deep holes into your back, burning hotter and doing more damage than flame-lit arrows aimed straight at you ever could. Tanaka wrapped an arm around you giving you his curled moustache smile, sympathizing with you.

Looking up at the sky darkening in mauve and pink, you let a small smile grace your lips. At least today was done. Your rally racing career has officially started. The team was back in business.

This first stage was just one of the many challenges still to come. Who knew what else was on the way?

As you trudged on the warm asphalt, warmed by the mid-spring heat of March, there was one thing you knew for sure.

This is gonna be a long season.

Thank you for reading :) As always leave a like, comment or reblog!

#Runaway #Naozumi Hiyama #Naozumi Hiyama x reader #Naozumi Hiyama x you #Overdrive x reader #Overdrive x you #racing au #Overdrive Mackenyu

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fake-ascension · 2 years ago

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Tag Game: Current

stealing from @elegyofthemoon because it looked fun !!

- Current time: 6:51 PM

- Current activity: multitasking the belobog history museum event & oc x canon ship art

- Currently thinking about: honestly the blade trailer & 1.2; but i also got mail from dshs so ive got all the forms and appointments i need to do for application in the back of my mind so i dont forget for monday

- Current favorite song: ive honestly had the 1.2 trailer ost & the genshin 3.7 trailer ost on repeat constantly, but for normie music uhhhh euclid by sleep token or never love an anchor by the crane wives

- Currently reading: ive been reading mostly renheng fics but i DID start song of achilles back when i was in the ER a few months ago and i never. finished it....

- Currently watching: i tend to watch a lot of genshin lore videos or genshin streamers in the bg when im doing work/gaming but ive also been rewatching black clover but stopped since i got to all the filler stuff and didnt want to look up when the next arc picked back up fjsdkfldsj

- Current favorite character: imbibitor lunae, jing yuan & fu xuan from hsr and albedo, kazuha, childe & dottore from genshin

- Current WIPS: for art i have; my self indulgent oc x canon doodle, design + fake splash for my other hsr oc sen, and im also in the sketching phase for my fontaine oc who's based on the alice in wonderland white rabbit. i've also been (slowly) working on my oc directory website the past month and try to work on it a lil bit every day

tagging @narachilde @imaginarydestruction @bladesdivorcelawyer and any other mutuals or followers :)

#yappin

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heaven-s-black-box · 2 years ago

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Wright Anything Agency + Prosecutors Office= Chaos chpt.3

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Recovery date: May 27th, 2020

Description: The WAA's air conditioner breaks during an LA summer, so they go to the only place they can think of... the prosecutors office. Chaos ensues led by the youngest members of the Wright and Edgeworth families.

Notes: A entry series involving a descendant of a traveler, following the death of her mother it was determined Sky would be better off staying with Miles Edgeworth. This is an OC insert, the fantastical technobabble is just for looks

Related works: Miles adopts Sky, Trucy meets Sky

Chapters: 1 2 2.5 3 4 5 5.5

Word count: 1 904

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It was around noon when Apollo and Klavier got out of court. As expected, the verdict was guilty, so it ended rather quickly. They got out just as Trucy and Wright were preparing for their trial against prosecutor Debeste. With a wish of luck, the Wrights entered their courtroom and the other two left. Neither were looking forward to the paperwork. As much as they loved bringing justice to the world, they could do without paperwork. They stopped at a cafe on the way back to the office because coffee made paperwork a little easier. Apollo took the time in line to see what Athena was up to.

Athena June 23rd 10:47 A.M I found a case I wanna take Help me look over it Mr.Wright and Trucy have court 11:32 A.M Sure I’m at the sb by the court house Want something Not coffee Anything else Athena 11:34 A.M Nvr mind I got help And why not? Wasn’t that bad last time 11:35 A.M Still no Hurry up, almost at the front

“Tell Fraulein Cykes I say hi,” Klavier whispered in his ear making him jump.

“Were you reading over my shoulder? Don’t do that!” His voice went a little loud and he turned red when everyone turned to them. “Fine,” he growled.

Athena 11:36 A.M Fine 11:37 A.M Also prosecutor Gavin says hi Athena 11:37 I’d like a caramel frappe Sky wants iced green tea lemonade and Simon wants a green tea Prosecutor Gavin? Since when do yo Tell him I say hi! 11:38 A.M That your help? Athena 11:38 A.M Yup! See ya soon! Also extra caramel drzzle for me!

Apollo put his phone away just as the barista called next in line. Klavier offered to pay for Simon and Sky’s drink but Apollo just shrugged. His reasoning being more points to use on all nighters. Of course, Klavier frowned and reminded him that he needed sleep. Normally Klavier pulled all nighters with him, but he’d keep it to himself for now. Once they got their drinks, they made their way back to the office.

Upon entering the cafeteria, the WAA’s temporary office, they spotted the group of three hunched over a table. Athena was putting information into her mood matrix as Sky read it to her while both her and Simon gave their opinions. It was all theories as to why things didn’t add up and things they caught in pictures of the scene. Apollo set the drink tray down in front of them and they stopped their chatter to take their drinks. Apollo and Klavier sat in front of them and watched as they went right back to finishing up their talk. Apollo thought it was nice to see Athena taking on another case by herself instead of just assisting.

“How do you drink that?” Apollo asked, cringing as Athena took a sip of her drink. “It’s like liquid sugar. Eck.”

“It’s not that bad,” she frowned looking around at everyone else who refused to look at her. “Oh come on! It’s not!”

“Sure,” Simon murmured.

“Enjoy your liquid diabetes! I got other places to be,” Sky cheered, taking her drink with her. “Thanks again for the drink Mr. Justice!”

“And where are you off to Fraulein?” Klavier turned to watch her leave.

“It doesn’t matter as long as I’m back before papa’s done!” She practically sang as she skipped off.

Athena laughed, “Well, I should go check out my crime scene. Thanks for the drink Polly.”

“Ya. Ya. Who’s even prosecuting? Prosecutor Blackquill?” He looked over at said prosecutor who shook his head.

“Payne,” he said. “I have a feeling Cykes-dono will be fine though,” he took a sip of his tea, “ she is perfectly capable of taking on a case herself and if she needs any help she knows she can come to any of us.”

“Wow herr Blackquill, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk this much outside of court. It’s quite unus-” before he could finish his thought there was a katana at his neck. Apollo started snickering beside him.

With nothing better to do, Klavier ran up to his office and grabbed his laptop to join Apollo in paperwork. By the time he returned, Blackquill had left to see if Edgeworth had any cases he could take. So, everyone was off doing whatever they needed. Wright, Trucy, Sebastian, and Kay were in court while Apollo and Klavier finished the paperwork from their case. Blackquill was off looking for a case, Edgeworth was doing chief prosecutor stuff, Athena was checking out her crime scene, and Sky was unaccounted for. Which may or may not come back and bite them later.

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By the end of the day, everyone started coming back to the office. Paperwork had been done, court had been adjourned for the day, and crime scenes had been searched. People were filing away the last of today’s work. Athena walked in drenched in sweat from the heat outside after her investigation. Wright came in exhausted and sweaty as well from his day in court and follow-up investigation while Trucy trailed him happily with a popsicle. When Edgeworth came down looking for Blackquill, he’d returned with no new case but more paperwork, he’d frowned and told them to just go home to take showers. This prompted the discussion on why everyone insisted on wearing long sleeves no matter the weather.

Their bickering was interrupted by a whip as Franziska entered looking for coffee and tired of the noise. Sebastian entered soon after with Kay and they were munching on swiss rolls from the courtroom. Normally, it was impossible to get everyone in one place, but it seemed this week everyone was as close as a pair of socks. Which meant sometimes people got lost, but they still usually ended up in the same place in the end. It was strange, and Edgeworth was more than ready for things to go back to normal. Today had been very quiet, and as he’d been reminded yesterday, that wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

With the day winding down, the WAA reconvened to talk about what happened in their days. Trucy offered to stand with Athena on the defendants side if she wanted a hand and Athena declined on the grounds she was helping her dad. Trucy leaned over and stage whispered that her dad was boring and she’d much rather work with her. Their table started snickering while Wright looked like a kicked puppy. Wright and Trucy were pretty sure they would win their trial, but they were still somewhat uncertain. Suddenly the door to the cafeteria opened and in walked Sky with a cake box of pastries.

“I brought peace offerings!” Everyone eyed her and Trucy wearilly, Trucy raised her hands in surrender. “Oh thbbpt,” she blew a raspberry at them, “I just baked some pastries.”

Nothing was set off on Apollo’s end, so when everyone turned to him, he shrugged. If she was up to something, she wasn’t showing it. She set the pastries down and opened the box. They looked good.

“Sooo, you gonna have one?” Athena asked.

“Duh,” Sky reached for one and Wright stopped her. Instead, he handed her a different one and waited for her to take a bite. She shrugged and started eating it giving everyone the reassurance to start picking their own and eating.

People from other tables had come over to take one too. The reaction was almost instantaneous, and she was glad she’d finished her first bite. If she hadn’t, she might have choked while laughing at some of the people in the room. Everyone reached for a napkin, which she’d been kind enough to provide, and spit out their food. At this point they were dying of laughter and Franziska, who’d fallen victim to her prank, looked about ready to kill her niece for the first time since they’d met.

Based on the varied reactions, there were three types of pastries. Normal pastries (your usual eclairs, donuts, strudels, braids, and Swirls), Spicy pastries (filled with what seemed to be wasabi or hot sauce), and just gross pastries (Franziska was pretty sure she’d gotten a bite of Mayonnaise and toothpaste in her eclair). Of her intended victims she’d gotten Trucy, and Simon. So, not the best turn out. Out of her unintended, but pleasant bonus, victims she’d gotten Franziska, Sebastian, and Winston Payne. She was especially proud since Payne seemed to have gotten one of her test eclairs that was packed with way too much wasabi to be considered safe. She’d never really liked him though.

“Sky. Alice. Edgeworth. What did you do?” Edgeworths voice was deceptively calm as he spoke.

After she caught her breath, she answered, “I didn’t poison them. Just messed with the treats a bit. Nothing wrong, I do stuff like this all the time.” She hopped up onto a table.

“Not normally one day after another,” Apollo sounded a little frantic.

She shrugged, “ Ya, but I gotta take advantage of everyone being in one office.” She was swinging her feet back and forth before taking a water bottle out of her bag and offering it to Sebastian. He looked like he was about to burst into tears from the heat. The man gladly took it and downed half of it in one go, she did feel bad about him getting a spicy one. She quite liked prosecutor Debeste so she happily ended his suffering.

“You're not coming here tomorrow,” Edgeworth frowned. “This is too much. I will ground you if you continue to misbehave.”

“Fair,” she hummed. No one could remember the last time she was grounded, she always stopped before then.

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10:48 P.M Who wants to help me with a trick tomorrow It doesn’t involve fire Just knives Athena 10:48 P.M Shouldn’t you be sleeping And I have court And aren’t you helping your dad Kay 10:48 P.M I’ll help! Sebastian can deal without me Shouldn’t you be sleeping Thena 10:49 P.M Daddy can deal without me And ya Kay’s right You have a case Athena 10:50 P.M Nerves Sky 10:50 P.M Warm milk and vanilla Mkaes ya sleepy 10:51 P.M Then what are you doing up? 10:55 P.M Don’t ignore us 11:00 P.M Fine be that way Ema 11:01 P.M Look I got a long ass flight Stop blowing up my phone :( Athena 11:02 P.M Mute us or leave coward 11:02 P.M Ya coward Kay 11:03 P.M COWARD! Sky 11:04 P.M Sent an image Sleeeepppp 11:04 P.M You can’t tell us what to do! Athena 11:05 P.M Plus u r the youngest Therefore no say Ema 11:06 P.M They got you there Sky 11:08 P.M Go to bed I am not above blackmail 11:08 P.M That may work for the others but whatever u have on me I have on u ;p Sky 11:10 P.M It’d be a shame if papa found out what happened to his favorite tea set 11:11 P.M How do you know about that?! Sky 11:11 P.M Good night! :) See you tomorrow Ms. Skye!

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inga-don-studio · 4 years ago

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Hello friendly stranger or strange friend!!! 🧡🎃🧡

It’s about time that I put together an introductory post for this page, so here goes!

I’m Inga, aka Malady Red, owner of Dead of Night Studio. They/them/she/her. Adult (late-30’s). Ace. Queer. Enby. Goth. Absolute nerd. Artist. Cosplayer. Night owl. An Oregon cryptid. I stand with BLM and other movements to improve, strengthen and protect civil rights.

This is my “Main main,” though I also follow from my other main @malady-red-rp for rp-related stuff.

For my DNI and a directory of my other common haunting grounds around Tumblr and beyond, peek under the break:

So, serious stuff first.

The following are not welcome here (DNI): racists, xenophobes, MAPs/pedophiles, TERFs, pro-shippers, anti-feminists, LBGTQIA+ exclusionists, and/or if you are otherwise indifferent to any of the above. If any of the above apply to you, get the hell off my page.

As long as you don’t fall under any of those categories, I’m happy you’re here!

💀

I do reblog horror imagery and some things that can be common triggers or squicks, however I try to tag as best I can. If you ever need something tagged, don’t hesitate to ask! You feeling safe is well worth the few seconds it takes to tag it.

👻

Links!!!

Dead Of Night Studio Blog (Tumblr)

My art blog where I mostly post finished pieces as a personal gallery.

Black Mesa Passport Department (Tumblr)

A project to recreate the passports from Half Life VR but the AI is Self Aware as printable cosplay props. All of the main Black Mesa cast’s passports have been completed, as well as a blank version for you or your OC!

Malady-Red-RP (Tumblr)

My secondary personal Tumblr main revolving mostly around friends I’ve made through the RP community. Also the site I usually interact with RP accounts while OOC.

Jack-O-Chica The Spooky Chick (Tumblr)

A FNAF ask-blog for the FNAF 4 Nightmares, which hosts an annual online Trick-or-Treat event in October.

Dead of Night Studio (Etsy)

My shop on Etsy, currently on hiatus.

Instagram

Bluesky

My RP Accounts:

Jack-O-Chica-Multiverse

An RP account for Jack-O-Chica, one of the Nightmare animatronics from the FNAF4 Halloween Update. A literal dream demon who at this point in her story is more likely to bake you a tray of fresh pumpkin muffins than try to bite your face off … though old habits do tend to die hard. Currently on hiatus until my brain rot goes away and I can write IC again.

Wilhelm-Official

A companion RP account to Jack-O-Chica’s, featuring Jack-O’s animatronic pumpkin projectile. He has a set of robotic spider legs to get around, and a personality that only a mother hen could tolerate. Also currently on hiatus.

Happy Frog’s Melodies

An RP account for the bundle of amphibious sunshine that is Happy Frog from FNAF 6. Possibly a ninja. I haven’t done anything with the blog yet since I made it when my brain rot was really ramping up. So yeah, sadly another blog on hiatus and I’m not sure I’m going to keep it as a rp blog.

#Pinned post #intro post #pinned

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pretty-pink-seaslug · 5 years ago

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crystalviolin321 -> pretty-pink-seaslug (I BEEN USING CRYSTALVIOLIN FOR TOO DAMN LONG!!)

art blog @pretty-groovy-seaslug

intro + dni post, it's party time!

Do not mint my shit as NFTs or use for AI training👹

Super Gals pic from wallpaper cave until I can make an edit for this post

Hi welcome to my humble abode <33

Info abt me:

• I’m Slug! (not my irl name, obvi) I used to go by CV but I am SO tired of that username yall dont even know— (also I named my bww main oc Crystal so now there's finally a separation between us) You can call me Slug, Kiki, or any nice nickname really (maybe even a term of endearment??? 😳)

• My fandoms are: Balan Wonderworld, NiGHTS series, Sonic The Hedgehog, Sugar Sugar Rune (not sure if it has a fandom but I am OBSESSED with it's world building and concepts, literally the job in my BWW au is inspired by it!!) Angel Hare, Rayman, and Jet Set Radio, this will absolutely be updated as soon as I get and finish BRC.

• I’m a Biromantic Queerplatonic! I've been questioning if I'm QP for a really long time and just this pride month of 2025 I FINALLY decided lol

• I am of the legal age in America (18+) and my birthday is March 2nd! (Pisces gang 😎♓️)

• I am black as hell 🔥🔥🔥🔥(part jamaican, part blackfoot native american)

• I am diagnosed with Depression and ADHD, got those diagnoses through my IEP back in like 6th grade or smth, there’s like a 98% chance I have autism tbh, I'm also a maladaptive daydreamer like mentioned in my blog desc (self diagnosed but I'm pretty sure you don't need a diagnosis for something like that lmao)

• I am female, cis and an all original pretty girl ☆ヾ(-∀・)*+☆

• You can reply to my vent posts so long as it's in support!

• I used to say I was specifically into Gyaru fashion but that’s not the case anymore and hasn’t been for a long, long time— I love fashion as a whole! A fashionista if you will (▔▀ ‿ ▀ ) I also like Y2K (let's be honest lol Y2K and Gyaru are making out in the broom closet), Decora, McBling, been kinda digging Emo lately or Vamp whatever it’s called— aaand yeah just, fashion ✨

• I've literally had this blog since I was like 11, do not go too far into my posts because, as anyone does, there are posts I deeply regret </3 (now whether I apologize for them or not is a different story)

• I have a very strange taste in music compared to other girlies by the looks of it— I love Breakcore, Lolicore, Raggacore, DnB, Hyperpop (AS LONG AS IT HAS GOOD VOCALS, I RARELY HAVE HEARD A HYPERPOP SONG WHERE THE VOCALS WERENT STRAIGHT CHEEKS.) Trap, JERSEYYY <33333, Future Funk, French House, and others I can't think of off the top of my head rn. Pretty Pink Audiophiliac! <3

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Tag directory:

#lol ignore me - Basically my misc tag, like my random shit and memes n stuff

#matc and #Maki and The Creeps - A lil original franchise kinda thing I have going on, going thru an overhaul so stay tuned!!

#my art & #my artwork - I am also an artist because it’s one of my many hobbies ✨ BUT I don't post that here anymore, for I have an art blog! I only post my art up there now!! Go there if you like my art and don’t want random reblogs clogging your dash -> @pretty-groovy-seaslug

#my meme & #my memes - For when I make something I find quite humorous

#my clip & #my clips - For when I clip something from a video I've watched, either because it's interesting or because it's funny

#And I ALWAYS respond - For when I get an ask and I answer it, I should’ve made this tag YEARS ago but it was just created in 2023—

#Wishlist - Things I would either buy if I had the money or things I'll buy eventually, this tag is usually consisting of jewelry or nice knickknacks or pretty clothes and general fashion things

#Art I like - exactly what it sounds like, art that isn't mine that I like! Also has the derivatives; #writing I like & #animation I like

#The Funny - For things I've had a hearty chuckle at

#Aesthetica - things I reblog for the ✬Aesthetic✬, my blog usually doesn't follow the aesthetic tho so really just aesthetics I happen to like lol, been thinking of making a blog aesthetic tag,,,

#Doration resources - was meant to say 'decoration resources' but I typed it wrong and just kept using it for easier searching, this tag contains Dividers, Pretty images you could put on blog posts or edit (usually anime pics), Backgrounds, Favicons, etc. in general this is to catalog web graphics

#Madre AU - my Balan Wonderworld AU! This tag contains all things related to it, also check out BWW au and BWW oc

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DNI (Do Not Interact) (dont worry these are pretty general) :

➸ You’re a Misogynist

➸ You’re a Misandrist

➸ You write and/or reblog rape (no trauma or anything just personal preference, I'm sure you understand <3)

➸ You wish to have sexual interactions (This is self explanatory.)

➸ You unironically hate a certain group of people because they’re not like you, just go take adderall and breathe air, get a job or smth

➸ You’re into cringe culture (again this is self explanatory.)

➸ You send death threats to people or tell them to “kys” unironically

➸ any type of phobic (Acephobic, transphobic, homophobic, biphobic, etc etc)

➸ A trump supporter or Nazi/Neonazi or whatever y’all are using now idk

➸ A Terf or whatever y’all use to identify yourselves

➸ A Fujoshi/Fudanshi (freak.)

➸ a pedo or a pedophilic defender, bitch you are not Nicki Minaj

➸ A Kpop stan (not sure if it's much of a thing like it used to be back in the terrible twitter days but just in case!)

➸ in general part of stan culture (A Kpop stan like mentioned above, a Dream stan, a Nicki stan, etc etc)

➸ ddlg/mdlb/cgl(re)/(nsfw)agere or whatever tf y’all are calling yourselves, you're weird.

➸ you’re proship/anti-anti or whatever tf y’all call yourselves idk just fuck off or smth

➸ Zoophiles (Self explanatory!)

➸ You mint shit that isn’t yours as NFTs/support NFTs

➸ You're one of those Ai art supporters/techbros

I can also just block you because I want to

°°° other than that, have fun in my pretty little blog! great to have you <3

#navigation #introduction #pinned post

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ash-muses · 6 months ago

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(OOC - Update #19)

Hiii everyone! :D Just a quick update on some of the changes I've made to my blog, pending replies, etc. Also, an activity check in and my to-do list under the cut for anyone who is curious~

Firstly, a huge thank you to everyone who has been with me through 2024 to now! My blog will be turning a year old this May (': I'm so happy and thankful to be here with you all, and all of the friendships that I've made along the way. You're all wonderful and I never thought I would be here with such vibrant, friendly, and sweet people.

If you've been around for a bit or you're new and you've been shy about sending something in (whether it's an ask, a message, or starter), please feel free! ^-^ I do my best to get back to everyone, although it might take me a bit of time. I get over 20+ messages between Tumblr and Discord (not including the threads I have), so don't panic if I don't reply right away, I probably got a little busy or haven't seen it yet. 💜

I hope that you all had amazing holidays (both Christmas and New Years, to those who celebrate)! Let's start 2025 off right with laughter, fun, and good vibes. If you're feeling up to it, drop a few things you're grateful for from 2024 in the comments below or feel free to send in an ask~.

Replies

I think most of you already know (or at least will after this post), but I got sick after Christmas. (': So, I'm gradually catching up on my threads and getting new starters out for those who have been waiting. I appreciate you guys for being so patient! It's been one thing after another lately, so I'm hoping things will start to settle down now.

There are 20+ asks in my inbox right now (most of them are starters), so I'm hoping to start working through these in pieces over time. I also have a few open starters that I'm going to post for my muses and OCs, so those are going to take some time to write up as well. With that being said, I'm going to be busy jumping between my current threads and creating new starters for a good minute.

Activity Check

Thank you so, so much to everyone who has been a part of this! Whether you're new or you've been here for a while, I deeply appreciate you all. 💜 I can't thank you all enough for interacting with my muses or stopping in to say 'hi' to the mun. I've really enjoyed the interactions I've had with you all so far and I can't wait to see what the future holds. :D Thanks for starting off your 2025 with me (and/or finishing off 2024 with me)!

To-Do List

* = main priority

* Catching up on old threads + creating new threads (because I got sick right after the holidays and I'm starting to feel better (': love that for me lmao)

* Set up reminders for replies (still in progress; looking for a good system that works for me, so if anyone has any suggestions, I'm open to them!)

* Set up Thread Tracker again

* Redo tag directory, including new tags & hopefully reducing some of the tags I use (semi-started)

* Add muse info to Carrd (in progress, but slow — already mostly completed Tony Stark, but needs a few more adjustments, although he's ready to play; Thor is my next focus and I've already started to use him, too, and then next will be Steve Harrington and Billy Hargrove)

Add FAQ to Carrd (not started; hopefully easy to do)

Create graphics for muses, including icon borders for replies, starter calls, etc. (in progress, but slow)

Create separate header promo (not started)

Create rebloggable promo (not started)

Work on GIFs project (in progress, but slow; need to rework some of the GIFs I posted using my previous watermark)

Already Done:

Checked in on threads with partners, including new plots, story direction, etc. (continuous)

New reply icon borders for Tony Stark, Thor, Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, and Valerie Moore (OC)

Tony Stark's muse info was added to Carrd (mostly; will have a few adjustments to relationships + backstory areas, but main info is there)

New OCs were added (Valerie + Elijah)

New blog theme (still trying to find a custom one I like that works with what I need, so this might change again in the future)

#ooc #updates #scheduled

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pokemon-legends-and-legacies · 4 years ago

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Can you explain more about the OC Grandparents?

Sure! The OC grandparents listed are all parents of canon characters who don’t have names or extended appearances in the games or anime (this would include characters such as Johanna, Grace, Meyer, etc) In some cases my depiction of the grandparents might differ a bit from canon, such as Red and Leaf’s mother having red hair instead of brown, but in general, the game protags’ mothers fit in here!

I will continue to update the directory as I develop more characters but currently, the identities of the grandparents listed in that section are as follows:

Aiden Aoyama & Scarlett Yuukoku - Red & Leaf’s parents. Aiden was a Gym Trainer at the Viridian Gym, but goes missing and is presumed deceased 5 years before Red goes on his journey, while Scarlett, is the mother seen in the RBGY and FRLG games. (She also happens to be Blaine’s daughter and only child.)

Charlie & Flora Oak - Daisy, Gary & Green’s parents. Both were researchers and passed away 7 years before Gary’s journey and 9 years before Green’s journey.

Isabel Suzuki & Angelo Papavero - Lyra’s parents. Isabel is the mother seen in the HGSS games, while Angelo is a total OC who is a childhood friend and right hand to Giovanni. Isabel broke up with him when she found out that he was involved with a criminal organization and Lyra doesn’t know about him until after the events of HGSS.

Zack Teruya - Ethan’s father and a single dad. A mysterious foreigner who was taken in by the Daycare Couple when they found him and baby Ethan lost and in need of somewhere to stay. He and his son later take the couple’s surname and move to Newbark, though remain close with them, thus Ethan views the Daycare Couple as his grandparents even if they aren’t blood-related.

Violet Touma - Reggie & Paul’s mother. She was an archeologist like her husband but passed away in a freak accident while on-site when Paul was a baby. She also happened to be the older sister of Lila, Johanna’s old rival, who is Ursula’s mother, making Ursula the cousin of Reggie and Paul (something she and Paul both like to ignore.)

Diana Montfort - Hilda & Hilbert’s mother. Nothing much to say here, she’s pretty much just the canon BW mom. Of note is that she’s descended from nobility and inherited a manor house/château (most of which is now a museum) that she and her children live in a section of and which she helps maintain, rather than the regular house the BW protag lives in in canon.

Harper Montfort & Tia Nocita - Nate & Rosa’s parents. Harper is the twin brother of Diana and while he and Tia aren’t married, they are in a steady relationship. Harper travels a lot and isn’t home very often. He’s had a lot of jobs over the years, including as a Sinnoh Frontier Brain where he became good buddies with Palmer. (He also has some bad habits, especially in his youth, like gambling away the family inheritance, but settled down once his children were born.) Tia is the canon BW2 mom and like in canon, used to be a Pokémon Center nurse.

Robert Aubert - Serena’s father. He’s a very normal businessman of Kalosian birth who worked for Clay’s mining company in an office/managerial position. He’s not super familiar with the life of a pokémon trainer but supports his daughter wholeheartedly when she sets out on her journey. During XY, he was finishing up business in Unova before moving in with his wife and daughter in Kalos and was very confused and surprised to find out his daughter had helped save the region when he finally made it.

Zéphyrine Sycamore - Alain & Calem’s mother. The older sister of Professor Sycamore, she passed away when Alain was a child and Calem a toddler and her boyfriend couldn’t handle the loss and abandoned his children not long after, leading the boys to be raised by their grandparents and uncle.

Orion & Clarissa Kagami - Selene & Elio’s father and stepmother. Orion was a single father who married Clarissa, the canon SuMo mom, when his twins were about 5 or so. He passed away not long before the start of SuMo, and the family’s move to Alola was a way for them to get a fresh start after his mysterious death. (This backstory is still in development, but my idea was for Selene & Elio’s family situation to be similar to Gladion & Lillie’s, with a disappeared dad.)

Nichola & Auberon Ellington - Victor & Gloria’s parents. In what is now a running theme, Auberon went missing 5 or so years before the SwSh plot, though he actually is alive and is found/comes back after the plot so this one has a happy ending!! Nichola is the canon SwSh mum. Oh, and also Auberon is a fairy prince and one of the two heroes of legend, though his kids don’t find this out until the postgame when Victor meets his old friend “Uncle Bunny” Calyrex.

#Answer #Aiden #Scarlett #Charlie Oak #Flora #Isabel #Angelo #Zack #Violet Touma #Diana #Harper #Tia #Robert #Zéphyrine #Orion #Clarissa #Nichola #Auberon #Anonymous

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draconic-interactions · 4 years ago

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Directory

This blog is still under mild construction. I am also on semi-hiatus for the foreseeable future, as school is starting up again for me soon. Please bear with me! I’m also much more active on Discord, so feel free to DM me for that.

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PSA: It has come to my attention that canon muses often need bios as well. Mun and OC bios are finished, canon bios are in progress.

PSA 2: I’m actually working on a. overhauling muse bios and b. moving them to google drive. For now, the muse bios on the blog are fine, but please feel free to ask if I have an updated bio for any given muse.

Edit Log

7/20/2021: Descriptions have been linked to Muse names instead of their own links. Edit log created.

7/31/2021: Rules updated to account for dead threads. Archived Threads list created.

8/1/2021: Meme Call created.

11/29/2021: OC muse bios for Dragons, Roommates, Quinlan, Aislyn updated. New muse Cecelia added. Old muse Katherine merged with Rowena.

#pin!#directory masterpost #blog organization stuff

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songtoyou · 5 years ago

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Chapter Four: Mission Hills - Part Two

Would You Call That Love

Pairing: Chris Evans x Raina Morrison (OC)

Rating: PG to PG-13 (Might be 18+ for some chapters)

Description: There was always that one person Chris Evans tended to turn to when he was not in a committed relationship, Raina Morrison. He could confide in her about things going on in his life that he did not feel comfortable talking to his family or close friends about. Chris and Raina were able to establish a way to openly communicate with one another, but also being respectful of the other’s time and needs. It was the only constant “relationship” he had, but without all the nonsense of trying to build a life together. A “friends with benefits” situation. However, what happens when Chris starts rethinking his “relationship” with Raina and if either are willing to pursue something more?

Chapter Rating: 18+

Warnings: Sexual content (oral with female receiving)

Word Count: 2,934

Author’s Note: We are still in 2014. It dives deeper into Chris and Raina’s friendship and how it became sexual. The next chapter we will return to the present time. This was partially proof-read.

Feedback is always welcomed. If you want to be tagged, please let me know.

Sadly, I do not know Chris Evans or anyone in his family and this is just a fictional take on his life. I do not permit this fic to be reposted on other platforms.

Updated for grammar and punctuation edits.

As Raina had expected, sex with Chris was amazing. He knew exactly what to do when it came to pleasuring a woman. The fact that he could go back and forth between being soft and sensual to dominating and rough was mind-blowing. Raina was sure she had blacked out a couple of times because the orgasms were so intense. For Chris, he could not remember the last time he came so hard. He made sure to give it his all when it came to giving Raina pleasure. He was not going to half-ass anything.

The two were in post-coital bliss—however, both knew that it would not be able to last. Neither wanted to leave the bubble they created and enter the real world. The world where they had to be mindful of how they acted around each other. The world where they were always expected to keep their guard up and be cautious. The world where everything came down to PR and playing a role the media and fans tacked them.

“I don’t want this to end,” Chris spoke up suddenly.

Raina turned her head, so she was looking at him. “What do you mean?”

Turning on his side, Chris stared at the woman next to him. He loved her. He genuinely loved her. “This has been incredible. Part of me doesn’t want it to be a one-time thing. But the sensible part of me is scared that this might ruin our friendship.”

“It isn’t,” Raina confirmed to help put Chris at ease. She could tell his anxiety was trying to take control and make him feel guilty. “Nothing is going to come between us, Chris. Us having sex…well, I don’t know about you, but it felt natural. It felt right. There was no awkwardness. I felt safe and relaxed with you. I don’t want this to end either. However, I don’t think either of us is ready to be in a relationship. You just got out of your relationship with Minka. My breakup with Ben wasn’t that long ago either. We’re too fragile right now. Plus, after today, we both have to go back to work. We won’t have the proper foundation to really build a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship.”

“I know. You’re right. So, what do we do?”

At that moment, the two friends came up with a plan to forge ahead with a friend with benefits relationship. Both knew it was risky. However, Chris and Raina were willing to take on that risk.

“We will have to establish some guidelines to follow. I am not going into this without any security. For example, never being judgmental can one of the guidelines, along with being open with communication,” Raina suggested. “We don’t have to have everything sorted out now. I think it would best to take this slow and make sure we have everything needed in place before we officially go forward with this notion.”

“I concur,” Chris agreed.

“What time is it?”

Chris turned to check his phone. “A little after 3 a.m. Do you think everyone is still out partying?”

“Knowing this crew, probably,” said Raina as she got out of bed and put on a pair of boy shorts and a tank top. “I’m going to go check if Mercedes is in her room.”

When Raina left the room, Chris proceeded to look through his phone. A couple of new posts in the group text with his Avenger coworkers; all wished him a happy birthday. He replied with a quick thank you and told them he would see them all soon.

“Her room and Tara’s room are still empty,” Raina shared as she entered the room. Looking around, she saw Chris’s clothes scattered all over the floor. “I think you should head out before they see you. I don’t…I don’t want them to know that we…I want to keep this between us.”

Chris sat up to lean his back against the headboard. He understood where Raina was coming from. “I hear ya. Don’t worry; I won’t tell Scott about tonight. I can picture him freaking out and giving me a lecture,” said Chris getting out of bed to put on his clothes.

When he was dressed, he followed Raina out of the room and to the front door.

“What time do we need to meet up for Top Golf?” asked Chris as he leaned against the front door.

“Our reservation is at noon,” Raina reminded him. She pulled Chris in for one last hug and said, “Happy Birthday, Chris. I hope that tonight was special for you. And I mean the whole night, not just the part where we…you know.”

“Well, that part might be my favorite,” Chris declared with a cheeky grin and gave Raina a soft kiss on the lips.

“Sleep tight, Evans.”

“Nighty night, Raina.”

October 18, 2014

Four months had passed since Chris’s birthday party in Vegas. It was also the last time Chris and Raina were intimate with one another. Chris had finished filming the second Avengers movie back in August and took some time off to spend with his family. Raina was still touring around the world with her new album. After finishing up the European leg of the tour, she was in for a much-needed break.

Before Chris and Raina were to head to China for the Mission Hill Pro-Am Golf Tournament, the singer would spend some time in Boston with Chris and his family. He picked Raina up at the airport that Saturday and headed to his mom’s house for dinner.

“Is your mom making her spaghetti? I have been craven it so bad, you would not believe,” said Raina as Chris drove from the airport.

“Yeah, she’s got it all ready. How are you craving it? You were just in Italy?” Chris pointed out.

“Your mom’s spaghetti is just better,” declared Raina.

“That is true.”��

The drive from the airport to Lisa’s house did not take too long due to the abundance of conversations between the two friends occupying their time. Chris shared his experience at the Toronto Film Festival, where he debuted his first directorial feature film, ‘Before We Go.’ “I know my movie isn’t perfect, but I am happy with the final product. The film is supposed to be simplistic and about these two characters forming a friendship throughout the film. I…I get scared that people are going to have these high expectations and get disappointed if it doesn’t live up to them,” Chris admitted to Raina.

Raina let out a quiet sigh. She knew Chris would display his anxiety about the film. He was a perfectionist and, like most people, cared about what people thought of him and his art.

“Chris… you’re going to have so many opportunities to show the world what you can do. You put yourself out there and stepped out of your comfort zone. Not a lot of people are willing to do that, but you did. So, stop worrying so much. Don’t read the reviews from critics. They don’t matter. All that matters is if you are happy with the end product.”

“I am! I worked fucking hard on that film. Everyone did. And I am proud of it,” said Chris as he pulled into the driveway of his mother’s house.

“Then that is all that matters,” Raina replied as she got out of the car with Chris following. “Like, seriously, if I stressed over every album review or placement on the charts, I’d never get anything accomplished.

When Raina stepped to the front door, it flew open with Lisa standing with her arms wide open ready to embrace the younger woman and her eldest son.

“My babies!” exclaimed Lisa. She wrapped her arms around Raina in a tight hug. “Come on inside. Everyone is in the kitchen. Kids! Chris and Raina are here!”

They could hear the sound of Miles and Ethan’s footsteps as the boys ran from the kitchen and tackled Chris to the ground. “Okay, okay. You gotta let me up, kiddos. Go tackle Raina,” Chris ordered.

Ethan ran towards Raina for a hug. “Oh, my goodness. What happened to my little Ethan? You’re so big now,” she acknowledged as she scooped Ethan up into her arms.

“Did you bring us presents, Auntie Rai?” Ethan boldly asked as she sat him down to then pick up Miles

“Presents? Is that all I’m good for you guys?” Raina teased. Of course, she brought presents for the kids. Raina had no siblings of her own, so she did not have any nieces or nephews spoiled. Chris was more than happy to share.

“Come on, kids. Let’s head to the kitchen and get some ready for dinner,” Lisa instructed.

“We’ll open presents after dinner,” said Raina as she put Miles down and walked into the kitchen. Both boys following close behind and never leaving Raina’s side.

After being engulfed in hugs from Carly, Scott, and Shanna, the family sat down to dinner. While the surname Evans was rooted in Irish, the family was 100-percent Italian in their mannerisms: always talking with their hands, very boisterous, loud but pleasant, and happy. Their energy was infectious and endearing.

“I can’t believe how big Stella has gotten. She was so tiny the last time I saw her,” Raina spoke to Carly while the little girl smiled and reached for food on people’s plates.

Conversations flowed, along with the wine for the adults. It was a nice setting for Chris to see. He loved his family and was grateful to have this moment with his best friend.

When Chris and Raina left Lisa’s house, the two continued to work together to develop proper guidelines both would adhere to protect their friendship from any fallout.

Raina opted to include that both would need to be transparent with one another.

“Overall, we have to be honest with one another. If you or I feel like there is an issue that needs to be brought up, we have to say it. We can’t keep it inside and let it fester,” suggested Raina as she lounged on Chris’s bed in his home.

“Agree. I think we also need to include a guideline about not being judgmental. Like, if I am dating someone or if you are dating someone, neither of us can act like an asshole towards one another or the other’s partner at the time,” Chris replied with his suggestion. He had just taken a shower, so he was only wearing sweats, no shirt.

“I 100% agree,” Raina nodded. “I would like to include that we are open about what is considered off-limits and what is acceptable when it comes to our preferences and likes during sex. I don’t mind being adventurous,” she added suggestively.

Chris let out a boisterous laugh. “I always knew you were a big slut,” he teased.

“Well, you are a slut too, sweetie. But that is okay. I’m not judging you,” joked Raina. She always loved riling Chris up a bit.

“What have you done that is out of the box, sexually?” Chris asked. He desperately wanted to know. It was not like he and Raina had never talked about sex. In fact, he tended to be incredibly open with Raina when it came to talking about sex. She was willing to share her sexual history with him.

“I really don’t mind giving up control to my partner. But I can be dominant if need be. I’ve told you all this before,” Raina admitted honestly. She knew she could trust Chris to keep her secrets. She had no shame in telling him her sexual fantasies. “What do you provide especially for your…concubines?”

“Concubines? Throwing out the big words, are we.”

“You’re one to talk, Mr. I-Incorporate-SAT-Words-In-Every-One-Of-My-Sentences. Tell me, do you have a world of the day calendar posted next to your bed? You make sure to check every day, Mr. Thesaurus?” kidded Raina. “No, but seriously, what are holding back from me, Mr. Evans?” she asked while climbing on top of Chris’s lap. It did not take long for Raina to begin grinding against him while trailing kisses up his neck to ear.

“You really do love taking control, don’t you, little girl,” Chris pointed out as he rubbed his hands over Raina’s ass. “But here is something you don’t quite get…” he said and immediately flipped Raina onto her back.

With Chris hovering over Raina, he took her hands and put them above her head. “I like to be in control,” he declared and captured her lips with his. “Let me show what I can provide you. Don’t move those hands, now,” Chris instructed and began taking off Raina’s leggings and underwear.

Chris was not going to rush this, but instead, was willing to be patient and prolong providing Raina pleasure for as long as possible. When it came to giving a woman head, Chris was a pro. However, with Raina, this was more intimate and would take their friend with benefits agreement to a whole other level. He teased her clit, then would trail kisses up and down her inner thighs.

When he finally began using his tongue, Raina jerked and gasped. “Oh my God! That feels so good.” Chris had to hold Raina down by putting one of his large hands on her stomach. It took all of Raina’s self-control to keep her hands put and not grab Chris’s hair.

“I need to come!” Raina shouted after Chris inserted a finger and began pumping in and out of her.

“So soon,” he teased and continued pumping, this time adding another finger. “Nah, not yet, sweetheart. I’m not quite done tasting you.”

October 21, 2014

It was sad saying goodbye to the Evans clan, especially when they began crying. He was worried that Chris and Raina would not be around to trick or treat with him.

“Hey buddy, I will be back before then to celebrate Halloween together. I promise we will go trick or treating,” Chris consoled his youngest nephew.

“Can Raina come with us?” the little boy asked.

“Heck yeah, I’m coming tricking or treating with you guys,” confirmed Raina, to which Miles replied happily by jumping for joy and hugging her tightly.

The flight from Boston to Dongguan, China, for the Mission Hills Golf Club Tournament was thirty-five hours, including two layovers, one at JFK Airport and another at Heathrow. Raina was happy not to have to take the trip alone. She and Chris were accommodated with first-class tickets, so traveling the long distance came with perks.

“Hey, thanks for agreeing to stay a little longer in Boston for Halloween. The kids really adore you. I know you must have planned on seeing your dad while you got some time off,” Chris uttered as he got comfortable in his plane seat. They finally boarded the plane on their second layover.

“It’s no problem. I talk to my dad all of the time, so he’s doing alright,” said Raina and added, “He has actually…began dating again.”

Chris already knew this as George had asked him for dating advice. George had asked Chris not to mentioned it to Raina as he worried it would upset his daughter. Chris understood and kept his mouth shut.

“I mean…that is a good thing…right? He’s getting back out there…moving on…healing… that’s good. You’re good with it, right?” Chris rambled on nervously. The last thing he wanted for Raina to be upset or in a bad mood for the duration of their trip.

“It’s weird. The whole thing is weird. I don’t really want to talk about it. I shouldn’t have brought it up. I gotta use the bathroom,” mumbled Raina and got up from her seat.

“Raina, don’t be upset,” Chris interjected.

“I’m not upset. I really do have to use the bathroom because I drank all that water during the last layover,” she said, making her way to the bathroom.

As Chris waited for Raina to return, he asked one of the flight attendants for a Dirty Shirley, his travel companion’s favorite drink, and Stella Artois for himself, along with some snacks. He also pulled out his laptop and looked through his movie library to see what would be good to watch. Chris ended up choosing one of his favorite Disney movies, Robin Hood, which was also one of Raina’s favorites.

When Raina returned to her seat, she saw the set-up Chris and was given her Dirty Shirley. The deliciously sweet drink definitely helped lift her spirits.

“We have about eighteen hours until we land in China, let’s just get drunk and watch Disney movies for the time being,” Chris suggested, and he raised his beer to toast with Raina.

“You’re such a sweetheart, Evans. I can’t deal with you sometimes.”

The two friends drank and ate some snacks while making it through three movies before eventually falling asleep. When the plane finally landed in Dongguan, China, both were ready to put on their “game face” for the week. It was business as usual with PR events and gatherings.

Chris and Raina were not worried about rumors spreading within their respective fandoms about the two being at the same event; they were used to it by now. During the actual Mission Hills golf tournament, Raina and Chris would purposely stand close to one another or walk side-by-side with their arms around each other at parties. Both knew they were playing with fire, but in the end, Chris and Raina were having fun and enjoying being with one another.

They were two touchy-feely friends on the surface, but behind closed doors, they were so much more.

#chris evans #chris evans x ofc #chris evans x original female character

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alj4890 · 5 years ago

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Prompt Request/Rachel Green Quotes Prompt

(Thomas Hunt x OC*Amanda) with the prompt: "If you like looking at butts so much, why don't you go look in a mirror?" As requested by @krsnlove

(Thomas x Amanda) taken from my storyline of And Then I Met You.

A/N Here you go bff 🤣 I think I found a way to incorporate the prompt.

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Posterior Problems

"Welcome back everyone." Jimmy said, smiling into the camera. "Our first guest tonight is a member of Hollywood's royalty. Seriously, the guy's got a title and everything." He pauses for the laughter. "Please welcome, Thomas Hunt!"

Thomas steps out from behind the curtain and raises his hand toward the audience while making his way to his chair. "Thank you." He says.

"Good to have you back.” Jimmy's smile grows. ”You've had quite a year."

"I have." Thomas agreed.

"First off: your film, The Devil's Siren, is coming out on blu ray this Friday. I saw it three times in theaters and, wow. My head is still reeling from all the twists and turns."

"My wife and I enjoy Alfred Hitchcock's films." Thomas explained. "This film was, in a way, an homage to his works."

Jimmy grinned. "Speaking of your wife, congratulations on becoming a father again."

Thomas truly smiled. "Thank you. Elizabeth and Ian are nearly six months old. Life is never dull around the house."

"Your daughter, Kathleen, is she enjoying being a big sister?" Jimmy asked.

"She is." Thomas said proudly. "She's always ready to help Amanda and I with them." His smile turned tender. "The twins smile and laugh everytime they hear her voice."

"I bet." Jimmy glanced down at his notes. "You and your duchess also have a pretty big milestone coming up in a few weeks, right?"

"Yes." Thomas answered. "Amanda and I will be celebrating our ten year wedding anniversary."

"Wow." Jimmy muttered. "That's practically twenty-seven years in Hollywood time."

Thomas chuckled. "Yes, well, I was fortunate to find the perfect woman. She makes it seem like no time at all has passed."

"And there goes the audience." Jimmy teases when all the aww's and clapping occurred. "I know you and your duchess have the type of romantic relationship that draws envy from everyone else, but there had to be a moment this past decade where you were like the rest of us. You had to have had a fight over something stupid." Jimmy grinned. "Just yesterday, my wife and I argued over the brand name on the bag of coffee we had in the pantry. I'm still in the doghouse over it."

"Well," Thomas averted his eyes and softly smiled. "We have had a few arguments. No two people living together can avoid those occurring, especially in the beginning of a marriage." A particular fight was brought to mind. "I suppose there was one that escalated quickly into the realm of the ridiculous."

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Eight and a half years earlier...

"I'll be there." Thomas repeated. "Hopefully we can get through it quickly. Between the two of us, we should find the right replacement."

He walked into the kitchen while ending the call.

Amanda looked up from removing cookies from the oven. "What's going on?"

Thomas reached over and took one of the cookies on the cooling rack. "That was Ryan. He's panicking over his first directorial endeavor." He took a bite and sat down on one of the bar stools. "I'm going to meet him at the studio and help him with casting."

"I thought he already had the actors lined up for the film." Amanda said, while preparing another tray of peanut butter cookies.

"He does." Thomas reached for another one. "One of the actor's doubles had to leave for family reasons."

Amanda's lips trembled with laughter. "Ryan’s nervous over recasting a stunt double?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "No. He's nervous about replacing the posterior double for Haley Brown."

Amanda paused. "You're going to go help him pick out a woman's bottom?"

Thomas nodded, oblivious to the anger flaring to life in the woman standing two feet away. "It will probably take a few hours, but I'm certain we will find the right one."

"You're going to spend hours looking at women's naked butts?" She choked out.

He looked up, recognizing the tonal difference in her voice. "I'm not going to ogle them. I am helping find a replacement for Haley's love scene. Her contract states that she only uses body doubles and--"

"And naturally Ryan can't do it alone." Amanda's eyes narrowed. "So he called in an expert? Is that it?"

His own narrowed back. "I am not an expert on women's anatomy, but I am in the field of directing."

She rolled her eyes. "Ah yes. How could I ever forget that I have married the greatest in the land?"

That stung. Thomas stood up. "I'm not discussing this anymore if you are going to revert to childish insults."

"Oh no!" Amanda mocked. "Surely you won't deny me the pleasure to hear more of your nude viewing plans?" She placed the back of her hand over her forehead. "Whatever shall I do without such stimulating conversation?"

"You're being ridiculous." He muttered, trying to keep a tight reign on his temper.

"I suppose being a former underwear model does give one an insider’s look into the world of posteriors." Amanda continued, ignoring his grumbling commentary.

Thomas folded his arms and glared at her. "Are you finished so that we can discuss this like adults?"

"Are you really going to go and assist in this search for the perfect rear?" Amanda countered.

"Yes." He snapped. "I am."

"So you don't care that I prefer my husband to not look at any other woman's naked body?" Amanda asked, feeling very vulnerable at the moment.

"I'm not going with the intention of becoming aroused. I'm going to help cast a woman to stand in at the appropriate moments in a film that I'm not even directing!" He yelled.

Amanda slammed the oven door closed. "Fine!" She stormed out of the kitchen and began to go upstairs.

"Where are you going?!" He followed after her.

"Upstairs!" She looked down over the banister at him. "I don't feel like being around you at the moment."

"We are settling this!" He picked up his pace and made it just into the bedroom before she had a chance to lock him out.

"We are? How lovely." Amanda sat down on the bed. "I do so love the times you lecture me into giving in to your way of thinking."

Thomas opened his mouth and then shut it, realizing he was about to launch into a speech. "You know that some movies have these type of scenes and I have had to cast both men and women for nudity."

"I've seen your movies and am well aware of what you have done." Amanda mumbled. "But that was all before we were married."

"Chances are that I will have other films in the future that require showing a person at their most vulnerable." He softened his tone. "Nothing conveys that better to a viewer than--"

"I'm feeling exceptionally vulnerable right now without the need of someone unclothed." Amanda snapped.

Thomas ran his hands over his face. "I can't fight against your absurd jealousy. You know I love and desire only you. I'm going tomorrow strictly to be an assistant to Ryan's artistic--"

"Will you stop making yourself out as some sort of martyr on the altar of cinema?!" Amanda flopped back on the pillows. "I'm sick of hearing it."

"Then I won't disturb you anymore tonight." Thomas was barely keeping a lid on the rage that had built up at her accusations and dismissal of his logical explanations. He gathered his pajamas and and went to one of the guest rooms.

"If you like looking at butts so much, why don't you go look in a mirror?" Amanda yelled out before he slammed the door. "Because you are being such an ass right now!"

Thomas tossed and turned that night, unable to rid himself of his anger. He couldn't believe that the woman he had bragged on to everyone about being so supportive of his craft had become this--this--unreasonable wife.

He glanced at the clock on the nightstand and softly groaned. It was only two in the morning.

He went downstairs, completely frustrated with the effect Amanda had on him. Her happiness brought out his own and now her unhappiness made him completely miserable. Was this what marriage truly did to someone?

He paused when he walked into the kitchen. Amanda was sitting at the counter with a plate of cookies.

Their eyes met before both looked away in embarrassment.

Thomas rubbed the back of his neck, unsure how to approach her. He cut his eyes to her while opening the fridge and watched as she dipped a cookie in her glass of milk.

Her hand was shaking.

He took the milk out, poured himself a glass, and approached her.

"Mind if I join you?"

She continued to look down at her plate. "I don't mind."

He sat down on the stool beside hers and took one of the cookies.

Awkward silence filled the room.

Amanda bit her bottom lip and then spoke up. "I'm sorry I made so little about you being a director. I am very proud with how accomplished you are."

His tense shoulders eased. "Thank you." He cleared his throat. "I'm sorry if this part of my job upsets you." He turned toward her. "I usually have my assistant director handle these type of situations. Ryan's been using Holly for that, but she's out of town visiting her family and he can't postpone filming."

Thomas gently brushed her hair back behind her shoulder so he could see her profile better. "That's why I've been asked and am planning to go."

Amanda sighed. "I can't pretend I'm happy about this...but I won't continue to fight with you over it."

Thomas leaned closer to her. "You have nothing to be worried about."

She finally looked up at him. "I hope I don't." She got up and threw her half eaten cookie away.

The next morning Thomas closely observed Amanda. She wasn't acting like her normal self. She was a naturally quiet person, but today she was subdued. Not quite depressed, yet she was much more somber than normal. Her smiles were brief and didn't quite reach her eyes as she listened to him.

This was driving him crazier than her anger.

"What are your plans today?" He asked.

She shrugged. "I haven't really thought about it."

"Perhaps tonight, we could go out to dinner, if you would like." He tried to coax her into smiling.

"Perhaps." She mumbled, picking at her eggs. She stood up from the table and tossed her barely touched breakfast in the trash.

Thomas closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Why don't we plan a trip somewhere, just the two of us for a week or so? We can go wherever you want."

"I guess we could." She said while rinsing her plate. She forced a smile and left the kitchen.

He followed her. "Would you rather stay in tonight? I could pick us up some takeout and we--"

"Whatever you want." She said going upstairs. "I honestly don't have a preference."

He gripped the banister and watched her disappear into the bedroom.

A few moments later, she stepped out in her bathing suit. She hesistated halfway down the stairs. Thomas was sitting on the bottom step, holding his head in his hands.

"Thomas, what's the--" she nearly fell backwards at his sudden movement.

He grabbed her and yanked her into a heated kiss. She was at first passive but then her arms wrapped around him. His mouth slanted over hers, deepening the kiss, hoping to hear the usual soft moan from her.

It didn't come.

He lifted his head and gazed into her eyes. There was no hardness nor was there any tender softening that usually occurred when he kissed her.

The mantle clock chimed the hour, drawing her attention away from him. "You better go if you're to meet Ryan." She tried to smile. "I'll see you later."

He cupped her face and gently kissed her lips. She leaned in closer to his sweet touch, closing her eyes.

He pressed his forehead against hers and promised he wouldn't be gone long.

She nodded and walked with him to the door. "Good lu--." She grimaced. "I honestly don't know what to say with this particular search."

His lips firmed in a thin line. Her attempt to being kind about this was eating at him. He grumbled a thank you and got into his car.

At the studio he sat across from Ryan in a conference room. The table was filled with photographs of various women.

His irritation was growing at his inability to look at them. Each time he tried, his mind brought up the image of Amanda's vulnerable eyes.

"What do you think?" Ryan asked.

"What?" Thomas asked abruptly. "Oh, er, whichever you think."

"I think we'll have these three come in to audition." Ryan held up the pictures. "Then--"

"It sounds like you have this well in hand." Thomas stood up, accidentally knocking his chair over. "I need to go take care of something."

"I thought you were going to help me make the final decision." Ryan's brow furrowed as Thomas fumbled with his chair.

Thomas grit his teeth. "To be a true director, you must be willing to make all the tough decisions on your own." He walked towards the door. "I have no doubt that you are capable of making this one without any comments I make."

"Thanks for coming." Ryan yelled out. He was even more perplexed than before with Thomas's hasty exit.

On the way home, Thomas tried continuously to call Amanda. Each time it rang with no answer, made the guilt and worry gnaw at his stomach. By the time he pulled into the garage, he felt ill.

He called out for her as soon as he entered the house. He glanced out the window and saw her floating in the pool.

Thomas felt slightly better at now knowing she wasn't purposely avoiding his phone calls. He hurried upstairs to change before joining her.

Amanda looked up and nearly rolled off her float when his shadow fell over her. "You're back? Already?"

"I am." He pulled his shirt off and dove into the pool.

He resurfaced beside her. He pulled her off her float and held her close. "I told Ryan to be the director and make the decision himself."

"Thomas." Amanda lowered her head. "I didn't mean for you to--"

"I know." He murmered, kissing her. "I couldn't stand the thought of you being unhappy with something that I didn't have to do."

"It was wrong of me to do that to you." She wound her arms around his neck.

"I think I can make certain concessions for the one I love especially since she has made so many for me." He pulled her closer. "Your happiness takes precedence over everything else."

"I can't believe how I acted." Amanda's arms dropped. "You're being so kind after all I said and the names I called you," she lowered her head. "I don't know why you put up with me."

"Stop talking bad about my wife." He ordered.

She laughed and shook her head, causing him to feel that inner warmth only she brought him return. Her smile was tender as she hugged him. "Thank you."

Thomas felt all his earlier frustration disappear in seeing her happy once more. She pulled his head down and kissed him, making him forget everything with her touch.

#thomas hunt x amanda #choices thomas hunt #thomas hunt x oc #rcd thomas hunt #thomas hunt #rachel green prompts #and then i met you

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fogsrollingin · 5 years ago

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So I’ve been wading around in a lot of fiction the past 2-3 weeks like I always do and sadly I only have one fic and one WIP fic to really recommend at length. Please know that I rarely recommend WIPs; I only rec them when I decide that what I did read was 110% worthy of my time even without an ending. Like actually I’m pretty sure the only other WIPs I’ve rec’d are Sure Got a Dirty Mouth by Justine Delarge (NC17, Dean/Sam, 374k words) and Model of the Solar System by Compo67 (NC17, Jared/Jensen, 82k) so take that as you will! Now, onto the recs. Let us travel back to the nascent days of spn fic in 2006, that shadowy twilight of ffnet & livejournal dwellings when AO3 didn’t even exist 👀 Deviling the Chipper by Maygin. Rated PG-13, Gen, 28k words. Summary: “Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate.” – Germaine Greer fanfiction.net/s/2813706/ my thoughts: OMG I FINALLY FOUND THIS FIC. I swear I must’ve read this fic around 2010 and it’s always stuck with me. Ten fucking years later I find it. Ok. Breathe. There’s so much to say about this fic. First, it’s basically a team-up between Dean and psychic!Carson from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy (only this is technically an OC named Cal) because he’s the only one a comatose-ghost-Sam can communicate with. This fic was a riot; I was barely paying attention to the plot’s mystery with all the interactions between Cal and Dean. Fair warning though, this fic was completed in 2006 so some of it’s pretty ignorant, specifically Dean’s perspective (altho spot-on characterization for vintage S1 Dean if you rly think about it), but I could handle it because while Dean’s a kinda homophobic asshole, Cal blows him off & proceeds to be super obnoxious too, and somehow between them you just get the impression the author adored both personalities and writing their badinage. Aaaaand my final reason for loving this fic is /drumroll/ there’s some brotherly love & comfort when Dean finally gets Sam back that melts my (and Cal’s, and Cal’s hulking bf’s) hearts 😂 This fic’s been added to my miscellaneous genfic recs

Raising the King by mad_parnes. NC-17, Sam/Dean (raised apart), 88k words. Warning: This is a Work In Progress that’s probably never gonna finish. I recommend reading it anyway! Summary: The first time Dean Winchester laid eyes on the creature they later called the Boyking, he saw him standing behind the yellow eyed demon. The devils gate spit out demons and Dean's knee was twisted into the wrong direction. ao3.org/works/15428598 my thoughts: this is my ‘first fic of the summer’ that I found around the end of May. The one that kept me up til 3 AM reading while it’s sticky-hot in bed, fans going at their highest setting, sodium street lights filtering in from the screen windows. Every trip to the bathroom involves a messy splash of cold water to the face and drip-drying back to bed to splay out (taking note of my cat’s meows warning me not to hit him bc he’s black and i don’t see him sometimes). the obligatory check to see if my phone with the broken screen is still aglow playing swagbucks ads & then back to my phone (screen intact) lit up for me to read more of this fascinating, riveting story about Sam’s noble quest to take over hell. The world-building of hell in this story blew my mind. I don’t know why but I totally have a thing for these intricate descriptions and world rules for hell. And the story is so anchored in Dean’s perspective as his fondness for Sam grows that nothing gets too dark (I mean I’ve read and even recommended some really dark stuff that’s challenged me before but this fic isn’t one of them). If you don’t want to read something as long as this fic, first try Terms and Conditions by UnabashedBird on AO3 (Rated PG-13, Gen, 3.5k). if you liked that fic but wish it were longer and featured a slow burn sam/dean, this fic is for you. This fic’s in need of some minimal beta-ing but it’s nothing I couldn’t overlook for the amazing quality of this story, its plot and characterizations are just tremendous. It was super sad when I found out it wasn’t complete but I got over it and I totally feel like my time was well spent reading it even without an ending. I’m going to include this fic on my ‘exploring hell’ reclist that I haven’t posted yet. For now it’ll just be here in this post 👍

Last note: if you want to check out similar recs like this post, the tag is my fic recs. and also there’s my catalog/directory of reclists here <3

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moonloredraws · 5 years ago

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I am basically OFFICIALLY free from commissions! (last one needs to be chopped down, scanned and sent, it’s a pair of traditional pet commissions)

Which means I get to go nuts on Patreon comics starting truly from next month. I’m excited to see how far iton the workload I’ll be in 3 months time. I’m also going to now have more free time to work on my traditional stuff, do some more work with gouache, get further in my D&D sketchbook (I’m 20 pages in of 60 and I REALLY want it done so that’d be another book that I could have to sell!) I’M ALSO GONNA HAVE A CHANCE TO FINISH THE ADVENTURER CATS PRIIIINT (hopefully before next inktober hahaha)

And then... I’m also gonna get started on the mammoth task of redrawing my OCs and making a website directory for them so I have up-to-date art on them AND so you can all keep tabs on my crazy amount of OCs.

#I've just got a bit more work to do today but then I'm gonna chillax #play some vidya games #like graveyard keeper #or modded minecraft #minecraft is always good

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rayofsunas · 6 years ago

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Incendiary Hearts — Chapter One

A/N: the first chapter of Incendiary Hearts. Tell me how you guys feel in the comments, and hopefully, you enjoy it! I won't have an update schedule, I'm going to update whenever I feel like it and probably more than not when I finish the chapters. I'm going to try to make this long for you guys, but I might fail. Also, got7 members will be mentioned, but none have a specific significance or role in the story. Nothing really happened this chapter, it was just an introduction to Y/n's story/past stuff like that. Minho will appear next chapter! Thank you for reading!

Pairing(s): Lee Minho x Reader, Sarai (OC) x Park Jinyoung (got7)

Warnings: swearing, sarcasm, angst, fluff, implied alcohol and cigarettes, implied violence, not into detail mentions of blood

Genre: boxer au! non-idol au! angst

Chapters: chapter directory | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Word Count: 3k (I was like three hundred away from 4k)

Synopsis: after being cut off from all of her parents form of cash flow, nineteen-year-old Y/N Y/L/N must find a way to survive on her own without the help of her parents. A job revelation gone wrong and Y/N finds her self working in the last place she saw herself.

For the first time in your life, you were expected to do everything on your own. All thanks to your frank parents who didn't see a problem with signing your name off of your own bank account, that happened to be a joint bank account, but that was beside the point. It was in your name, but the downside was that it was in your parent's name as well.

And they didn't just stop there. They continued on to sign their names off of the apartment contracts they'd bought for you less than seven months ago, and had made sure everything was in your name. The sewer bill, electrical bill, the monthly rent. It was all in your name now. And you were expected to pay it on the fourth of every month.

They didn't stop there either.

Why?

All because you told them that you were no longer interested in taking a certain career path. It was all pretty childish in your opinion, but that's your parents for you.

Maybe you should've been more careful and not trusting your parents would be more than careful. You'd be safe. At nineteen you still relied on your parents, but now that you really couldn't because they cut you off, you didn't know what to do.

Your whole life, everything's been done for you. Your first job at seventeen was like a family business of sorts. You remember telling your mother sometime in November that you wanted a job. Your friends had been pestering and teasing you, all because you didn't have a job. And frankly, it was bothering you. So you told your mother about your worries and she immediately shushed you and told you she'd work things out.

You never expected her to hand you an application for her own job— actually she didn't work there. God no, your mother hadn't been known to work either, she probably hasn't since she married your father. She and you both relied on your father's money. But she did own a business of her own, without a doubt your father helped her get it started; it was some boutique on the upper east side of Seoul. You've only ever stepped inside once or twice with your mother and that was as a child to go in and collect the money earned each month. She had always said you were welcome to work there and had been telling you for years. But you sort of forgot about it, since that never was a solid job your parents would want for you in the future as an adult. They had other things in mind.

But she offered, basically forced you to work there. You'd be helping customers, almost all of them rich women looking for gowns to wear to fancy parties, weddings, functions that sort of thing. In return, your mother would pocket money into your shared bank account, that you always had the idea would be turned over to your name only as soon as you turned eighteen. You were dead wrong though.

On the other hand, though, you had it easy, much easier than other teens who had to work for their own money and their own materialist things.

You hadn't personally known anyone like that; someone who had to work for their own money, because all of your friends were like you. Rich, spoiled, didn't have to necessarily go out, struggle and find a job on their own without the help of their more than happy to help parents; of course with the use of their money and status in society.

But now with barely enough money in your bank account, bills and rent to pay on the fifth of September, you were starting to panic.

They left you out to dry without a clue as to what to do.

Why? All because you blatantly told them you had no interested in attending law school anymore. Now that, was a family tradition. Your mother had gone to law school, your father too. That's where they met. Your uncles on your fraternal side of the family were all lawyers and your grandfather on your mother's side was a judge. It was kind of expected of you since a young age that you'd either be a criminal defense lawyer—someone who defended the accuser in a criminal case, like murder or illegal doings— or a business lawyer, helping out people who got into sticky situations with their businesses.

But after turning both of those options down, your parents began to quickly take everything away from you. Their reasoning was that if you weren't going to do the one thing they asked of you, you didn't deserve to be benefiting from their money. That's a word for word what your dad harshly stated before he and your mother hand and hand left your apartment, seeming pleased with themselves.

"I guess they were being somewhat generous. They let me keep my apartment and even left a few hundred in my bank account," you nervously chuckled, slamming your computer screen shut before turning to face your cousin Sarai. "But now I'm expected to pay bills. And a few hundred dollars can only go so far when you live in an expensive apartment like this."

"It's messed up," The brunette commented. "But you're right, you have a couple hundred, you could at least pay a few bills." The older girl by only a few months shrugged nonchalantly, trying her best to help you out. "The money will disappear soon. Do you know how much this apartment costs monthly? Four thousand dollars."

"Well, you do have an ocean view, and you live on the upper east side. I don't know what you expected the price to be.”

Looking up from the marble table you were sitting at, you sent a fiery glare towards your cousin. "You're not helping!"

Asking Sarai for help was the best help you could possibly get in a situation like this. She wasn't necessarily the best at giving advice, but she worked on her own, earned her own money, had her own job. A job her rich parents didn't help her get. So she really was the best person to help right now, being extremely reliable and resourceful in that sense. All of your friends had jobs their patents got them, like at their fathers companies or mothers side businesses like bakeries or boutiques. They wouldn't know how to help, they were being fed cash flow from their parents, and didn't know the real struggle like Sarai did. Just like you, your friends sadly were the stereotypical rich kids of the block.

Suddenly panicking you hurriedly spit out, "Sometimes I think they did this on purpose. Do you think they'd purposely screwed me over just to watch me suffer?!"

Sarai waved you off as if telling you that you were overreacting. "Of course not! That's nonsense," she voiced her opinion. "They're just angry. They'll come around, eventually."

"I owe money on the fourth next month, that's only rent. And then the added appliance bills and electrical bills, that's just a few thousands right there," Right now was not the time to panic. But you were new to this, literally like four hours new and didn't like being thrown into situations where you felt like walls were coming down; you felt exposed.

"I need food, necessities, I'm lucky if I even survive through this month!" The older girl scoffed as she rolled her brown eyes. "You'll survive. You're just going to have to do it the harder way."

"Sarai, what am I going to do? I have zero working experience. No one will want to hire me." You cried out, wishing you hadn't been so reliable on your parents in the past. It made you sheltered and not know how to comprehend what to do on your own. "Maybe you don't need experience. I heard about a gym or something like that a while back, they pay you decently if you help train people."

"A gym?" You've never been to an actual gym, always too lazy to work out. The closest to a gym you've ever been too was gym class in school... Obviously, those two gyms were completely different from each other.

"Yeah, I think. Though, I could be wrong." She shrugged again, her glossed lips twisting into a frown as she began to think thoughtfully.

"Where did you hear this from?" You were skeptical. Although Sarai was very reliable, sometimes her facts weren't actually facts. For all you knew this gym could be some entirely different workplace or a place that wasn't even hiring if it was real.

She was more reliable in the sense that she'd be there for you if you asked, like emotionally; She'd sympathize with you. After taking a sip of her glass of water, she opened her mouth to say, "Jinyoung, he just left his job, and was looking for a new one. Said something about a gym on 20th street on the Southside." You nodded thoughtfully, hoping she was actually right and that what her boyfriend had told her was factual. But then you thought once more and went even deeper, realizing that the Southside of town wasn't in the best conditions. There are a lot of bar and street fights at night, people could get mugged if in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Actually, I don't know if I should."

She deadpanned giving you a skeptical glare as if wondering if you were completely sane.

"...Don't you need a job?"

"Yes, but it's dangerous! I'll get mugged.

"Carry pepper spray." She reached into her purse beside her on a bar stool, pulling out a tiny sized purple pepper spray container. "Squeeze this when your target is in range, it'll blind them briefly and you'll be able to getaway. It burns like a bitch, so be careful to not accidentally spray yourself."

A smirk formed on your face at what your cousin had said, tipping you in on what sounded like had happened to her. "How would you know it burns?" You questioned teasingly.

Her dark chocolate eyes swirled with irritation. "I may have accidentally sprayed myself after not realizing it was pointed in the wrong direction."

"Wow. What a dumbass." You cackled annoyingly.

Her pointer finger pointed at your still fork, threateningly "This dumbass just helped you out!"

You couldn't help but scoff at your favorite older cousin, who was more like a best friend to you than anything. "Yeah okay," you continued, "I guess I could always check it out," you let out a sigh, afterward continuing to mutter, "Thanks Sarai."

"Don't thank me, I'd like to think you would help me in a situation like this." She smiled wholeheartedly, happy to of been able to help you a bit, also taking advantage of the moment like always to try and tease you. "Shut up, of course, I would help you!" You jumped up quickly to punch her arm, which immediately retracted to her chest in a form of protection from your abuse and maybe in a way of hoping to reduce the amount of searing pain she was feeling.

"For someone who I know has never been to a gym before, you hit really hard." She hissed, arm threateningly raising to punch your own arm mockingly, but her hand never came down on your arm like she had made it look like.

"You know me so well," you said. "Thank you for helping me. It means the world." All teasing and jokes aside, what Sarai was doing seriously did mean the world to you. Without her help, you're even more lost than you already felt. It was a start. She was helping make the start possible.

"Of course. I'll text you the address later alright? Try and get some sleep, stressing over things won't help. It'll result in a mental breakdown." She approached you, hands no longer balled into fists in an attacking way, instead her arms were outstretched lovingly, wanting to embrace you.

You accepted that embrace. It was one of the warmest embraces you'd ever received from someone in tough times. Something you were longing for. Whenever something went wrong in your life, your parents gave you hugs of course and they tried to show you how much they loved you.

But what they showed you was a wad of cash and their hugs were short-lived, not very comforting and lacked warmth. They could be compared to the chilly, vast arctic tundra; vast in the sense that they always seemed detached, their hugs not making you feel safe, at home or warm at all.

"I know, I know. You remind me all of the time." You groaned childishly, she patted your back harshly. "Shut up, I'm looking out for you. I love you, alright?"

You nodded feeling the warmth disappear altogether before she disappeared off towards the front door.

"Love you too. Drive safely!"

The next morning was eventful, to say the least. You woke up like always, got dressed and began stressing like always. You tried to follow Sarai's instructions, which at the time were not to panic or stress, but you were worried, you were nervous, slightly terrified. So how could you not do those things?

What if you were rejected? What if they weren't looking for anyone right now? What if the place was some abandoned where-house or shack, something like that. What if it was worse? A place where gangs or cults resided... practicing their cult-like situations and worshipped bloodshed upon people like it was God.

You seemed to think of what if's all day, and were stuck in a time loop of them, that is until you eventually pulled up to the address google maps had sent you too, with the help from Sarai who had given you the address beforehand.

You gathered your keys and phone in your hands and with one last stressful sigh, you hopped out of your car with ease and stood on the sidewalk.

But there was a problem. All you were staring at was an abandoned brick building, one that looked like it hadn't been used in years. Around you wasn’t much of a street, at least it wasn't a street like you had expected in your mind last night.

You expected a street jammed packed with shops, maybe a Grocery Store or Quick Mart, then the Gym that Sarai had briefly gone into detail about; seeing as she didn't know much about the place either.

But when you glanced down the dead-ended street labeled 20th street, you realized nothing lined either side of the sidewalks. No buildings, no properties, nothing, zilch. Just dry dust blowing when the wind waved by, and not a single sign of an oxygen source; neither trees or bushes. No wonder by the air seemed to thick and dry, and made you feel less relaxed the more you breathed in its stuffy contents.

Frankly speaking, it looked like an unfinished construction site, maybe an abandoned one at that. A place that was supposed to be home to businesses or something, but thrown away for some reason.

It was all too weird. Something out of a horror movie. It definitely didn't make you feel even better about this possible job.

But what shocked you most was when you eventually turned to stare down the red and brown brick building, you spotted cars, motorcycles, and a single bicycle off to the side in a dirt like area, that seemed to mimic a parking lot or serve as said purpose.

With no other buildings or businesses on this dead-ended street, you came to a realizing maybe this place was in occupancy. I mean, why the hell would thirty or so vehicles with the exception of the black bicycle, be stationed beside the only building on the empty wasteland street?

When you came back to reality, you distinguished a boy standing near a door that lead inside the warehouse. You began approaching him, assuming he at least had to know about this place if he was standing outside, guarding the door. When you eventually came face to face with him you realized he wasn't particularly large in stature, and seemed rather short compared to other males you'd been around. He wore all black and glared you down the minute you stopped in front of him. The bridge of his nose was dotted with freckles, and his hair was a golden blonde, unnatural looking but still gave off the aura that it could be his natural hair color.

If his cute looks weren't threatening in any way, his voice definitely set the mood. "Who are you?" The boy didn't sound older than twenty years old, maybe even close to your age if you guessed right. But his deep voice shocked you completely.

You gulped, eyes averting down nervously. What was this... Was this how job hunting was? Was this how applying to a job was... You're out of nowhere questioned what your name is and scared into answering?

Gulping once more you bravely opened continued, "My name is Y/n—"

The blonde eyed you skeptically. "I've never heard that name around here before." He mumbled thoughtfully, dark brown eyebrows knitting closely together as if he was expecting a roster of familiar names.

You wanted to rudely hiss something along the lines of, 'of course you've never heard my name before. We've never met until now.'. But his voice worried you. Plus he was a stranger stationed outside an odd-looking building, on a street that barely could even count as a street in your eyes. There was no telling what he could do, no matter how small, young, and adorable he appeared.

"Is this the gym?" You took a step back hoping to find a sign somewhere along the brick walls but didn't find anything besides a white spot that without a doubt was seagull poo.

"Gym?" You thought he was pulling your leg, rubbing off as mischievous and acting like he didn't have a clue in the world as to what you were talking about. You just laughed nervously, your hand waving him off.

"Yeah, I heard from someone this place was a gym." After he seemed to be thinking it over, the unnatural blonde nodded and opened his mouth as he let out an 'Ah'.

"You're one of those." He scoffed spitting near your foot, making you shiver at his disgusting behavior.

You asked yourself, "One of those..." but he ignored you completely, stepping aside all together allowing you access inside. "Go down the stairs off to the right, find CB. He's a blonde. Shouldn't be hard to miss."

"Uh, thanks, I guess?" You nodded thanks to him, continuing to briskly step by the young boy who smelt of cheap alcohol and possibly cigarettes. You just hoped he wasn't the one drinking or using them, and prayed that it was someone who he previously had been around before you arrived.

One thing you didn't miss though before fully entering away from his sight was that you could've sworn the freckled boy muttered, 'they're going to chew her up'

You didn't know what that meant at all. But it put you even more on edge and made you extremely nervous. You wanted to back down, but you were set in a state of determination. You needed this job. If you turned back down, you didn't know what else you could do.

Working at a gym seemed easy enough right? Unlike other jobs out there. Plus it wasn't like you'd just willingly go back to your parents' ways. They weren't looping you up, not anymore.

You climbed down the seemingly long metal stairs, finding yourself getting closer to wherever this CB guy was. You knew you had to of been getting close because you heard chanting and yelling from many different voices and people. The stairway was dark, the only source of light coming at the very bottom and straight ahead, which is where you heard the yells coming from.

You kept hearing voices chant 'ringer!ringer!ringer' and 'hyunjin!hyunjin!hyunjin’.

And that just made you feel even more worried. What the hell was going on? Should you turn back?

As much as you wanted to turn back though, your feet kept gliding down the stairs out of curiosity: and when you finally stepped into the light, you were shocked at what you saw. A huge crowd, couldn't be more than two hundred or so men and women, possibly teenagers with how young that blonde looked back upstairs. They were the ones chanting, yelling and cheering, but for what? Or rather so, for who? They all seemed to be circled around something that was positioned in the middle of the sweat smelling room.

You heard a bell before you saw anything different from the sight you were already seeing, and then you watched as in the middle of the circle, a guy with seemingly long hair stood up, his pale chest, coated with little droplets of what looked like red splotches was exposed to you, and his eyes were mischievous as he scanned over the crowd with said brown orbs. A distinctive feature on him in your opinion was a dark mole under his left eye.

His bloody fist was raised in the air by a shorter guy dressed in black who stood beside him proudly, in a way that made up believe he’d just won something. His gorgeous face had a scratch that was bleeding above his right eye

He looked like he'd just gotten into a bloody fight, and he came out victorious...

Like I said earlier, you've never been to a gym before. But you knew for sure that this sort of brawling or whatever it was didn't happen at gyms.

So what the hell is this place?

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