#professional rowing machine

[saintobio]

⊹₊ ⋆🏍₊˚⊹ ON TRACK.

when being the WAG of a rookie MotoGP rider earns you the front-row seats to a thrilling race and... an unsightly amount of groupies.

▞▞ pairings. ryōmen sukuna, fem!reader

▞▞ genre. fluff, established relationship, biker boy au, motogp rider au

▞▞ tags. biker!sukuna, motogp rider!sukuna, sukuna rides for ducati, WAG!reader, ooc, profanity, mentions of reckless driving, jealousy, insecurities, accidents, mentions of injuries, sukuna gets a little touchy in the end

▞▞ notes. 1.8k wc. do we miss biker!sukuna? i think we all miss biker!sukuna !! bahaha the influx of biker!sukuna fanarts made me write this. and also bcos i watched motogp clips on tiktok. rbs and comments highly appreciated! :D

Have you ever imagined Sukuna as a MotoGP rider? 

Well, his passion for bikes didn’t just stay confined to the open road. He knew he was destined for more than just the city’s freeways and the thrill of 1000cc machines. He was, as a matter of fact, made for the track. 

Yes, the scary, dangerous, exhilarating world of high-speed competition.

When he had first told you about competing in MotoGP, you were thrilled for him. Truly, because you knew that the series had been his lifelong dream. Before, he was just a little boy who collected bikes for toys, and now he had the chance to make his dream a reality. So, who were you to stand in the way of that?

In fact, you were incredibly supportive—always present at his races, always cheering for him from the stands. It didn’t matter if you’d lose your voice the next day. You had to be his biggest supporter. And today was just another one of those days where your duty as his #1 fan called for you to be there and root for him with all your heart. 

Today’s MotoGP race was in full swing, and your heart pounded in rhythm with the thundering bikes tearing down the track. They all passed by in a resounding zoom! where your eyes could barely keep up from their otherworldly speed. From your vantage point in the VIP section, you watched intently as the riders navigated the circuit, your eyes never straying far from one rider in particular—Sukuna, your longtime boyfriend, riding a Ducati Desmosedici GP24.

“I’m so nervous,” you murmured, hands clasped together as your eyes remained glued to your lover. 

Sukuna was a sight to behold on the track, and he always told you that his bike was an extension of himself as he maneuvered with precision and aggression. Honestly, it must be scary to be the one riding such powerful superbikes, especially when the roar of engines alone was a symphony of speed and power that sent chills down your spine. And while you were filled with anxiety watching your boyfriend on the circuit, the red and black Ducati eventually flashed past, neck and neck with the Aprilia rider, and the two bikes locked in a fierce battle for the lead. 

You could imagine the commentators keeping a close eye as they narrated the race on live television.

But you trusted in Sukuna’s talent. His ability to escape from cops with his old R6 back in his college days was proof enough of how ridiculous he could get with his speed. He didn’t get a single ticket because he managed to outrun them all. Though, of course, that wasn’t something you should be mentioning to anyone. He wasn’t actually proud of notoriety and history of reckless driving before, especially when he recalled having endangered your life once before while you rode with him as his backpack. 

And since Sukuna upgraded to being a professional rider now, you had your fair share of an upgrade, too. That manifested in the form of being part of the so-called WAGs—or wives and girlfriends of the racers. Life as a WAG wasn’t drastically different from your previous one, except now your boyfriend was a huge global sensation in the biker community, and you had become somewhat of a fashion icon yourself. That wasn’t even an exaggeration, because every time you were seen with him publicly, people would soon be talking about your off-duty looks and outfits all over social media. 

But going back to the main star of the show, your hands clenched around the railing, knuckles white, as the race progressed. It annoyed you that the Aprilia rider was pushing him to the edge but never quite managing to overtake. Tailing the two were the riders for Honda, Gresini, Pramac, and KTM among the few.

Cupping your hands around your mouth, you cheered for your boyfriend. “Go, baby! Let’s go!”

The giant screen above the track zoomed in on Sukuna, his Arai helmet fitting the aesthetics of his big, red bike. The effortless way he handled his bike sent a ripple of excitement through the crowd. There were lots of cheering, screaming, roaring, and… well, squealing. Your head naturally turned to the group of girls nearby who were the very cause of the high pitched noises, their squeals of delight making the other WAGs around you shake their heads in amusement.

“Oh my God, he’s so hot!” 

“Look at him! He’s perfect!” 

“Sukuna, marry me!” 

“I’ll give you my number later!” 

“God, I wanna hook up with him.” 

“Girl, me too!” 

“You think we should wait outside his hotel later?” 

“Count me in!” 

Groupies. You felt a surge of pride mixed with a twinge of jealousy as you watched their frenzied adoration for your boyfriend. Literally. Your fingers were itching to gouge their eyes out. You wondered if he had ever been tempted to cheat, that when you were busy with your own corporate life outside of being his girlfriend, he might have rewarded himself by sleeping with an influencer or two. Probably models, too. Those tall, gorgeous women who often get partnered with him on ads and photoshoots.  

But the thing was, you couldn’t blame them—yes, your boyfriend was undeniably handsome, and his chiseled features and intense gaze made him a magnet for attention. A true eye-candy if you may add. Not to mention, he had the most attractive tattoos you had seen in a man. Ever. 

But he was yours, and that knowledge filled you with a sense of triumph over the hundreds and thousands of girls that were fantasizing about him.

Then, in the middle of your trance, an accident struck.

It was a blur of red and black as Sukuna’s bike suddenly wobbled after the rear wheel slipped on a patch of oil left behind by another rider. You held your breath in, praying to every saint that he remained safe, as you watched him struggle to regain control while the bike fishtailed dangerously. 

“Oh, gosh. Oh, gosh.” Your brain rattled with anxiety as you gripped onto the railings. “Baby, no. No, be careful! You got this!” 

For a moment, it seemed he might manage to stay upright, but then the inevitable happened. Sukuna went down in a matter of seconds, and his bike skidded out from under him in a shower of sparks.

“Oh, shit!” 

A collective gasp rose from the crowd, and your heart was lurching in your chest as you saw how your lover hit the tarmac. The medics immediately rushed onto the track, while you were still awestricken as you stared at the screen displaying his fall. 

“Please be okay, baby! Please,” you muttered under your breath again and again. 

A fellow WAG eventually placed a hand on your shoulders, rubbing you comfortingly. “He’ll be fine. Don’t worry. Their gears are made for this.”

She spoke like true champ, and you knew you could put some trust in her words since she was a seasoned WAG. She had probably seen worst accidents that her husband had gone through while on track.

Still, you couldn’t help yourself. What if Sukuna sustained really terrible injuries? What if he broke a bone or two? What if he experienced a concussion? And if he did, what if he’d no longer remember you when he wakes up? Oh, Jesus. Your overthinking was the true culprit here. Yet there was nothing you could really do but wait for good news and hope that nothing too serious happened. Seconds felt like hours, and you were almost about to faint until you saw Sukuna finally standing up between the medics that surrounded him, waving to signal that he was okay albeit limping a little.

“Thank fuck!” 

“See? I told you he’s fine.”

Relief flooded through you, but unfortunately, such joy ended up being short-lived. Sukuna had lost precious seconds in the fall, seconds that allowed the Aprilia to pull ahead. And by the time he got back on his bike and rejoined the race, the gap was already too wide. 

He crossed the finish line in fifth place, a position that felt like a heart-shattering defeat after having been so close to victory.

As soon as the race was over, you didn’t even think twice when you made your way down to the paddock, pushing through the crowd and the throng of zealous fans just to reach your boyfriend. Your heart was still racing, almost akin to the superbikes that were speeding on the track moments ago, as you desperately looked for the love of your life. Only when you rounded the corner did you finally see him, helmet off and leathers dusty from the fall, talking with his team.

“Lovey!” you called out, face full of worry.

Sukuna was quick to turn at the sound of your voice, his expression softening the very moment his eyes landed on you. With long strides, he removed hi’s gloves and closed the distance between you two, and before you knew it, you were wrapped in his arms, the scent of leather and motor oil enveloping you in a comforting hug.

“Are you okay?” you asked, pulling back just enough to search his face for any signs of injury. “I was losing my mind back there!” 

As if he didn’t just experience a dangerous fall, he had a mischievous smile displayed when he looked at you. “I’m fine, baby. Just a little bruised ego.”

“It’s not a joke,” you whined, arms crossed at his lack of seriousness to the matter. “I was so scared when I saw you go down."

Very sweetly, he cupped your face in his hands and nuzzled his nose against yours. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m still alive, right?”

That’s true, you thought. But also… “You came in fifth,” you said, letting out a quieted sigh. 

But the Ducati rider himself was merely chuckling. Not even an ounce of heartbreak was shown on bis face. “Fifth place isn’t the end of the world, babe. I can live with that.”

You shook your head, not understanding how he could be so calm. Really. “But you were so close. You could have won!” And you’d blame it on your hormones, but you remembered the group of girls who cheered him on and decided to bring it up. “By the way, you had all those girls ready to throw themselves at you earlier. One of them even suggested waiting outside your hotel to hook up with you.” 

“Really? Where are those baddies?” he joked, looking around and trying to spot the girls until you flicked his forehead. “Ow! I was just kidding, babe. You’re the only one riding this dick day and night.” 

“Not funny.”

“But you’re so cute when you’re jealous.” He started attacking your cheeks with squeezes. 

While you, you tried your best to swat his hand away. “I’m not. Stooop—! You’re so annoying!” 

“Okay, okay!” He let out a deep chuckle as he raised his hands in surrender. “Anyway, I don’t care about them. I’ve already won the most important race of all."

You blinked twice in the same second, not comprehending his words. “What do you mean?”

Sukuna’s eyes soon softened into a teasing gaze. “I have my beautiful girl in my arms right now. That’s the only victory that matters to me.”

As much as you tried to contain it, a smile eventually broke across your face. “You’re such a sap!”

“Only for you,” was his elfish response, pulling you closer. 

The celebrations continued around you as the media and the crowd swarmed into the paddock. Sukuna held your waist tightly the entire time, all while acknowledging the people that greeted him and asked him for signatures. While in his arms, you realized that he was right. Winning or losing on the track didn’t matter because he already had you—and that was his true and greatest victory.

As cringe-worthy as that may sound. 

“I do have a request, though.” Your boyfriend focused his attention back on you, giving your bum a playful squeeze in front of everyone before he moved his face closer to your ear. “Make me feel like a winner in bed tonight.”

[love-letters-for-wise]

I Want Movie, Not Feelings! (Wise x gn!reader)

[ no beta we die like Ethereals | OOC possibility ]

It was no secret that the Random Play siblings were quite the hustle-bustle. Apart from managing the video store, to a few, they also take "special" commissions to guide people at the Hollows. Not only that, being proxies, they had to keep their true identities a secret from parties seeking to unveil them. Though some, a select few people, were aware of the siblings' double lives.

One of the few people was you. Circumstances led you to discover the people behind Phaethon, and since today, you had been bound by a contract that wouldn't let you sell them out. No matter how high the price offered by desiring shadows.

Hence why, you did the second thing you could do best; befriending them! If you couldn't make them your enemies, then you would try to gain their favorability--maybe you could extract a favor or two from them.

That afternoon, you stopped by Random Play, wanting to browse what movie to play later in your homely, well-deserved movie night. The flyer of the memory-erasing pen you got from the technology store a few blocks away shoved down your purse. A silly machine, too expensive for you to want it. The sound of your arrival alerted the person in charge, prompting a "Welcome to Random Play" from behind a rack. A head popped from the side.

"Oh, it's you." Wise's voice sounded a bit guarded no matter how many times you had gone here, but he was quick to put up the professionalism. "Any movie you're looking for today?"

You hoped you could show a bewilderment, but his cynical--you meant--caution did deserve praise sometimes. Your eyes wandered around before settling on his form. "Yeah, I'm looking for something to eat my dinner with. Got any nasty murder documentaries with you?"

Wise was for sure weirded. You caught how his eyebrows slightly furrowed, it didn't help too that his eyebags seemed to enhance that emotion, before guiding you to a rack.

"We have..." Wise's fingers hovered in the air before settling on a video cover. "Don't Fuck with Bangboos," and those fingers began to slide as he listed all the titles on that one row. Just four movies there.

"Huh. And here I thought there would be more variety." Your eyes settled on Wise, the accusation clear knowing how much Wise loved documentaries. You were responded with a sigh.

"Unfortunately, documentaries-lovers, me included, would rather see things they can be grateful of--we have enough 'loss' already."

"Doesn't mean you can't have more of the darker documentaries."

"Never said that; I'm just saying there isn't enough demand for them." His eyebrows furrowed once more. He looked old.

"You really gotta stop trying to merge your eyebrows" Now it was your turn to furrow your eyebrows. Your face quickly relaxed while throwing him a grin, though. "Lest you want wrinkles at your age."

Wise's eyebrows slowly relaxed, staring at you with a passive look.

"There. Much better!" You huffed a wider grin. "Now, with what should you service your customer?"

Reluctantly, a smile formed on Wise's face. Shit, he looks cute. You mentally punched yourself for that.

"O-okay! Good!" Did you just stutter? "I'll be taking 'Don't Fuck with Bangboos', then! S-shall we go to the cashier?" A high-pitched voice.

Okay, NOW you're starting to change your mind on that memory-erasing pen.

Calm down, you! If you keep doing that, you're basically foiling your own plan.

You didn't hear exactly what Wise said. You just heard a plural amount of something, fished your purse and put some dennies on the counter, and took the movie. You did it! You did them all while remaining calm and not looking rushed or anything!

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Wise looked at the counter where you put your dennies on. After counting them, he found that you also put a little piece of paper along. He picked it up, finding the word "Wipe anyone's memory! Rebrand yourself anew!" at the top.

[mynicosensesaretingling]

Lost in the moment (part 1)

Nico Rosberg x fem!reader

Summary: Throughout her career as a motorsport journalist, (Y/N) has established a special relationship with Nico. But what happens when unfortunate circumstances keep her from being there for him during the most important moment of his career? (part 1 of 2)

Warnings: Other than some angst there isn't any, female reader

Note: Noticing the lack of Nico fanfiction, I've decided to turn my dreams into an actual story. No worries, there will be a second part!

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/mynicosensesaretingling/734355288476565504/lost-in-the-moment-part2

Hope you enjoy it <3

Life as a journalist was not exactly a quiet life, especially for (Y/N), who worked as a reporter live on location for a motorsport journal called Countdown Magazine. Having been a dream job for the young woman since childhood, however, the stress that came with working in the motorsport industry seemed only half as bad to her.

But this year, the atmosphere had changed as the intense rivalry between Nico Rosberg and Lewis Hamilton, known as the “Silver War”, had captivated the world of Formula 1. As a dedicated and well-reputed reporter, (Y/N) had secured herself, what you could call a front-row seat, which allowed her to immerse herself in the high-stakes drama that unfolded throughout the season and enabled her to follow every twist and turn with unwavering dedication.

However, even though the feud between the Mercedes drivers provided great headlines and stories, (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel tense whenever Lewis and Nico had a go at each other.

Having been covering the sport for multiple years now had created a closer bond between her and several of the drivers and none more so than Nico Rosberg. The German Mercedes driver had always struck (Y/N) as a fascinating character. 

Over the years, their paths had crossed countless times during press conferences, pit-lane interviews and post-race debriefs. She had covered his journey from the earlier days of his Formula 1 career, watching him develop from a promising talent into a championship contender. His approachability and genuine interest in connecting with those around him were what had set Nico apart from the other drivers. Beyond the professional facade, the driver was a thoughtful guy, cracking jokes, sharing gossip, discussing the intricacies of the sport, the pressures of competition and even personal anecdotes from his life. 

Before she knew it, (Y/N) had found herself staying behind after work, searching out any chance to connect with the German. It didn’t take long before he invited her to join him at whatever he was planning on doing next, be it a walk around the track, getting something to eat or simply hanging around the paddock. Each time she accepted his offer the unique bond between them grew stronger, forging a friendship that transcended the typical reporter-athlete dynamic.

"Sometimes I really wonder why you spend so much time with me." the young reporter once mused, resting her chin on her hand as she leaned against the counter. Nico, who was standing next to her at the whirring coffee machine, shrugged his shoulders calmly, "I have to make sure I'm always presented in the best light. After all, we don't want any scandalous headlines or such, do we?." his cheeky laughter was quickly interrupted when (Y/N)'s foot found his shin. "Ouch." the blond man exclaimed overdramatically, pointing at her with his silver spoon in an accusing manner, but his narrowed eyes were sparkling playfully. "I swear one day I'm going to lose my ability to drive because of you. And then we'll both be out of a job." (Y/N) couldn't help but laugh at his antics. "There are plenty of other Formula 1 drivers I could report on." "Mhm." Nico was nodding while picking up his cup from the coffee machine. "But apparently these drivers must be boring as hell, otherwise you wouldn't be spending so much time with me." He winked at her whilst stirring his coffee, getting an eye-roll from (Y/N) in response. "Oh come on, I know you love me." Nico chuckled. "Oh shut up," the young woman laughed, waving her hand in a dismissive manner, purposefully ignoring the way her heart skipped a beat.

One of (Y/N)’s favourite memories, which she had made in her friendship with Nico, was when after a long, rainy qualifying day and countless press conferences, the driver had waited for her in the pitlane, an umbrella in his right hand as he wordlessly motioned for her to join him with his free one. “It’s raining.” she had expressed, pulling her jacket tighter around her body in hesitation, eyes darting to the dark clouds above. “And I have an umbrella.” Nico had simply countered matter-of-factly, shaking the umbrella for emphasis, scrunching his nose as his gesture led cold droplets to land on his face. (Y/N) suppressed a laugh, finding the sight utterly adorable. “I can’t just leave you standing there in the rain, can I?” her voice was filled with amusement, as she mustered the man, before quickly making her way over to Nico. “I mean,” he chuckled, as she ducked under his umbrella “You definitely could, but I’d find it incredibly rude.” (Y/N) huffed a laugh, linking her arm with his. “Well, how kind of me to join you then.” She hummed, eyes fixed onto the moon’s reflection in one of the puddles below. “ What are we doing anyways ?” she raised her brow, looking up at him with curiosity. Nico turned his head, a sparkle in his eyes. “We’ve never walked a track at night before, so I figured we’d make it a first. And now that I am thinking about it, I don’t think we’ve ever walked in the rain before either.” his gaze turned mischievous as he shook the umbrella once again, sprinkling water into both of their faces. A hearty chuckle left his lips as he watched (Y/N) scrunch her nose, just like he had done earlier.  “Why did you even bother getting an umbrella?” (Y/N) huffed lightheartedly, as she wiped her face with her sleeve. “Cause I know you wouldn’t have joined me without one.” he grinned down at her before pulling her along with him. That night, as Nico and her had spent several hours walking the moonlit track, sharing an umbrella and conversing about everything and nothing, is when (Y/N) had realized that her feelings for the Mercedes driver went far beyond friendship.

In the current tense situation, moments like these were not lost on the pair, but they were becoming increasingly infrequent. With the championship-deciding race approaching, (Y/N) could feel the pressure on Nico becoming stronger by the minute. Being on the brink of realizing his lifelong dream of becoming a Formula 1 World Champion and stepping into the footsteps of his father had led to several sleepless nights thinking about the sacrifices and the relentless pursuit of excellence that had brought him to this pivotal moment. And on top of that, Nico’s biggest rival was his own teammate and best friend, Lewis Hamilton. 

Especially now that the relationship with his childhood friend was slowly but surely coming to an end, Nico found himself drawn to (Y/N)’s presence, even more so than usual. Amongst this utter mess, which he found himself in, she was his lifeline and he clung to it like a desperate sailor lost at sea. 

Particularly in the days leading up to the race, Nico was confiding in the woman about his innermost fears and ambitions, trusting her as someone who genuinely understood the intricacies of the sport and its impact on his life. She, in turn, had found herself awaiting his late-night calls, admiring his determination as she listened to him rambling about whatever was occupying his mind, her heart filling with a sense of pride whenever she’d hear a faint chuckle from Nico as she managed to bring some lightheartedness and humour to their conversations.

"You'll be okay," she would say to him in a gentle voice, "you've always managed so far." On the other end of the line, the driver would sigh, "But it's never been like this before." His voice was weary and full of thoughtful despair. "And in the future, it will never be like this again." she would say with a shurg, her empathetic smile practically audible through the phone. "So try to enjoy as many of these moments as you can." There was a pause before Nico gave a breathless chuckle, "Oh man, what would I do without you?"

On the day of the race, as Nico prepared for taking on the track, he couldn't help but think of (Y/N) and how she had supported him over the last few weeks, reassuring him and quite literally keeping him sane as the situation within his team steadily deteriorated.

His blue eyes scanned the area outside of the Mercedes garage. Unable to spot his friend in any of the spots she’d usually be in, Nico approached one of the stewards. “Hey, sorry,” he tried to sound nonchalant  “Have you seen the Countdown crew?” his eyes nervously flitted around the paddock, before landing back on the steward. “Countdown Magazine? No, I don’t think I have seen them anywhere on the track today.” the older man answered, a rough hand scratching away at his beard. “Thank you.” Nico shortly nodded, before abruptly turning on his heels and making his way back into the garage with tense shoulders. (Y/N)’s absence from the paddock weighed heavily on his mind. She had promised him to be there today and she’d usually come in amongst the first wave of reporters. Why wasn’t she there yet? Nico combed his fingers through his hair , lost in thought. Shaking his head, he felt his team’s eyes on his form. She’d surely be at the paddock in no time, he thought,  deciding that for now, it would do him better to focus on the race and his strategies, in order to secure the championship.

What Nico didn't know, however, was that just mere moments before the gates to the paddock were opened, the boss of Countdown Magazine had abruptly fired  (Y/N) at short notice. 

With her heartbeat pounding in her ears, the only thing the young journalist had been able to understand through the speaker of her cell phone was that the magazine needed a “breath of fresh air” and therefore had decided to get rid of their motorsport department in the composition in which it had existed until then…or something like that. (Y/N) wasn't entirely sure, as she was overcome with panic as her thoughts flew straight to Nico.

Just the night before, she had promised him on the phone that she would never miss the most important race of his career and now she was sitting in her hotel room, unemployed, with no access to the paddock and no way to get a ticket to the race because the tickets had already sold out weeks ago. 

Had a champion of misfortune been crowned that night, she was sure that no one would have been able to deprive her of that victory. Shaky fingers dialled Nico's number, which she by now knew better than she did her own, the cheap wood of the hotel bed creaking as (Y/N)'s leg bobbed up and down in unease. With each ring of the call, her breath caught in her throat. The ex-reporter knew the driver too well by now to have expected him to use his cell phone so close to the race, but what other option did she have? She pressed the phone to her ear for a few more moments, each second more painful than the last, wide eyes staring blankly at the F1 broadcast on her TV screen. It was only when the drivers left their garages to get into formation that she dropped the cell phone from her ear and threw it onto the mattress behind her with a loud "Fuck!", followed by a strangled sob whilst desperate fingers pulled at her hair. 

As the race unfolded, the tension in the air was palpable. Nico and Lewis were locked in a fierce battle for the championship and every corner, every lap, seemed to carry the weight of each driver’s dreams. When Nico finally crossed the finish line , securing his victory, he felt a mix of euphoria and disbelief. After this particularly demanding season, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, having  fulfilled his life-long dream of winning a World Driver’s Championship title.

The moment Nico stepped onto the podium to accept the championship trophy, he couldn’t help himself but to scan the crowd of reporters, still hoping to catch a glimpse of (Y/N). She had to be there, after all that’s what she had promised him. Yet, his friend still remained conspicuously absent. 

Nico held the coveted trophy high, the cheers of the crowd a deafening roar, as he smiled down at the sea of people. But even with a championship in hand and hundreds of people celebrating his achievement, there was a strange feeling of emptiness within his heart. As the champagne sprayed and the crowd celebrated, Nico's emotions were a turbulent mix of exhilaration and confusion. He couldn't help but wonder why (Y/N) hadn't been there smiling up at him, especially when she had been a constant presence throughout not only the season, but the majority of his career. The absence of his friend was like a splinter in his heart, casting a faint shadow over what should have been the most triumphant moment of his career. 

Meanwhile, (Y/N) watched the race unfold from her hotel room, fresh tears welling up in her eyes. The news of her abrupt departure from her reporting career had come as a shock, and she had fought bitterly against it. Her job had been her passion, and Formula 1 was her life. To be denied the opportunity to report on the championship-deciding race, and more importantly to support Nico in his most crucial moment, was a heartbreak she struggled to bear.

As she witnessed Nico celebrating his victory, the realization of her absence was a painful weight on both her shoulders and her mind. She had been forced to watch her friend reach the pinnacle of his career from a distance, unable to share this moment of glory with the man who had unknowingly stolen her heart. The tears she shed were a mixture of pride for her friend and a deep sense of sorrow for her own situation. 

Back at the race track, Nico's initial reaction, unaware of the circumstances behind his friend’s absence, was one of betrayal. Finding himself being swarmed by countless reporters fighting for even the smallest of chances to get a word from the freshly crowned champion, he couldn’t help the bitterness he began to feel towards (Y/N). If all of these random journalist could have turned up, then why couldn’t his dearest friend do the same for him. The longer Nico thought about it, the more he questioned his relationship with (Y/N), something which he had valued so highly up until that very moment. 

She hadn’t just used him to boost her journalism career, had she? As much as he wanted to shake the thought, the champion couldn’t stop the idea of having been used solely for thrilling stories and eye-catching headlines to consume him, clouding his mind as the pain of having been abandoned by the woman, whom he had opened himself up to, right when he needed her most, sank in. 

His heart was clouded by hurt, and the insufferable ache of believing he had been manipulated by someone he had grown to trust and even developed some sort of feelings for was something he didn't know whether he could cope with.

How could a person whom he valued so highly and would give anything for, be so selfish and leave him standing there like that, clutching his fulfilled lifelong dream in his hand and yet still feeling a hole in his heart. Had his feelings really blinded him to such an extent that he hadn't realized (Y/N)'s true nature, or had his heart perhaps never wished to recognize it in the first place ?

“Mr.Rosberg!” the shout of his name pulled the driver out of his thoughts. Blinking, his eyes travelled up the arm currently shoving a microphone into his face, before settling on the face of the reporter, whose red lips were pulled into an impatient smile. “I am sorry, I didn’t quite catch your question.” he mindlessly gestured around with his hand, hoping to come across as if he really hadn't caught the question in the bustling scenery. 

He raised his brows, a half-heartedly apologetic smile on his lips as he kept his attentive eyes on the reporter while waiting for her to repeat what she had just asked. The reporter laughed in a put-on fashion and Nico had to wrestle with himself to refrain from rolling his eyes.

"So," the woman thrust the microphone even further into his face, "I'd be really interested to know whether there was anyone who helped you get through this difficult season, or whether it was all down to you?" Almost immediately the driver put on the mask of a cocky smile. "No, all of that was entirely down to me and I dare say I managed pretty darn well." Nico’s hair bobbed as he nodded towards his trophy. His smile grew painful as he was intent on ignoring the extent of the lie he had just told and the pang of pain, that the conscious erasure of his relationship with (Y/N) caused deep within his core.

[betterbemeta]

I think AI Art exploits and degrades not just artists, but every single person who looks at it in some ways because 'how we look at art' is part of art itself.

This principle is super easy to experience as an artist. All you have to do is practice and reach a plateau where things you did before seem worse to you, that felt great at the time you made them. Your ability to see art changes as you make art, and as you view art.

It's not snobby to say that there is a low average level of 'seeing' art. There's also a low average level of seeing technical design, or seeing weather patterns, or seeing copy editing mistakes and that's why we have architects and engineers, meteorologists, and professional editors. I think a lot about this bit by Scott McCloud in Understanding Comics:

Like the point here is not that 'most people are superficial', but that the surface of art is what most people are familiar with. And it is this basic familiarity that I believe AI Art exploits to fake integrity, something that even the most well-known laughably 'bad art' still technically has.

Like, laugh all you want but effort went into the surface of this art such that it appeared 'okay' to the one who made it, and to those who maybe aren't paying attention or see that its colored and shaded first, the anatomy last. It relies sort of on your familiarity with 'what art looks like' to accept it, but not completely. Someone did work to try and earn your acceptance even if, uh, it's not very good in some ways.

But AI Art relies fully on how unfamiliar you are with art. Let's call this principle 'glamour'.

At first 'the glamour' is unconvincing: this is during the AI's training. But the first 'pass' is the threshold where information builds up about how to reproduce a minimally acceptable image. This is where the glamour is set: the minimum accuracy to convince a human being to fill in its gaps. To basically capture their imagination. From there, front-end use of the machine learning model is released for general users, and it is those users who then select out of many outputs which glamour fools them most. As the other half of this system, the hidden decision-maker, humans are also 'learning' familiarity with the glamour: comparing it to not just our surface knowledge but to itself. We have left reality.

A good example of this can be seen in AI-generated pictures of fiber crafts. It's possible that traditional or digital artist might not be perfect with their drawing or perspective or coloring etc. or may stylistically push the boundaries of perspective or form on purpose. But for a knit, crocheted, or sewn piece a final product often can't exist without its craft having physical integrity:

Aside from the issues that are obvious (fake tilt shift photography with no consistent field of blur, a spaghetti yarn ball, unknown stitch on the vest, no comprehensible seam between the arm and the body, etc.) here are some things that stick out to me to knowing even a little about knitting,

The fake stockinette on the helmet is confused about whether it is completed horizontally or vertically: vertical on the headband (many hats terminate this way, so there are plenty of images to sample) but indecisive when it has to become a round hat shape.

The number of rows on the arms is inconsistent, decreasing strangely where a k2tog would never be.

There is no consistent way the hands make sense, if they are 'mittens' or if the stockinette ridges become 'fingers'.

We can't see how the bottom of the foot was finished: the left foot either began or was decreased to meet at a central point but it doesn't match the right foot and it's not clear how either foot keeps it shape.

Beyond the plagiarism of the images that went into generating AI outputs, your diminishing time to learn about/be exposed to 'things' (beyond just 'art,' anything that isn't essential to your survival) will become increasingly exploited in the future. If left unchecked, images like these will represent not only novelties or etsy scams but a large amount of people's exposure to 'things' in general. Which then leads to something like AI inbreeding (AI generating based on AI), except like... with you.

When people are more familiar with a glamour than 'the real thing', even superficially.

Exploitation of this type isn't even a new thing. It's just that AI can speed it up or extend it to new spheres. Anyone can see a physical table and think 'this table is crap' if it's poor quality because of how much we use tables and our knowledge of what tables are and should do. But I think the blog McMansion Hell actually illustrates a real, practical situation where the familiarity level with a craft (architecture) is low and standards lower to meet it. These hulks were certainly built to invoke 'glamour', but when closely inspected, they have the design equivalent of 12 fingers or bra straps bleeding into someone's skin.

Another easy example might be the excessive 'glamour' that surrounds selling cars in the USA. Very few people will buy enough cars to become more than superficially familiar with them and the amount of people who are car-related professionals is negligible next to the number of people who require a car.

Both cars and houses are expensive purchases that are made relatively infrequently, which is why their brokers and dealers can bet against a customer's average level of knowledge. But soon, many more things may become like buying houses or cars: obscured by glamour.

AI Art relies on you to be a sucker, just like how a sketchy sales rep depends on you to be a sucker. Except even worse than the sales rep, your brain is expected to not just be dumb and inexperienced, but also to get actively dumber over time from doing all the work too.

[aurae-rori]

AVENTURINE TRAILER ANALYSIS - THE GOLDEN TOUCH

SPOILERS FOR 2.1 CONTENT & AVENTURINE’S TRAILER! 

TW FOR VERY VAGUE SUICIDE MENTIONS. 

Hey girlies, hold still. On another note, hello again! I will be going through visual analysis, symbolism, and talking about how this trailer ties multiple aspects of Aventurine’s character together. Some of the things covered here I will be covering in my full analysis of Aventurine himself, so feel free to give that a shot. 

My disclaimer! Although I have been researching psychology personally for about six years, I am NOT a professional. (Yet. When I do, Tumblr Will Know.) Any conclusions I come to are because of my own deductions, personal interpretations, analysis, and logic. You are free to disagree with what I say! 

I also do NOT know card numbers and symbols – what they mean and symbolize and all that jazz. Sorry guys. :( 

Now, let’s get into it. 

First of all, let’s fucking go, let this man ENJOY himself (well. A little. This trailer is not as happy silly as it seems, just like the character himself.) He gets to have a silly boogie woogie! Look at you go!! (He is not boogie woogie-ing.)

Second of all, time for game theories.  

The first scene is really pretty. It’s a coin falling down, toppling against a few stray objects before we flash to the next panel, the ground, as it rolls to the feet of a young boy. Gently, he reaches down, before picking it up, and then, in true Aventurine fashion, proceeds to flip the coin in his hand. However, this gesture actually holds more meaning than I originally thought it did. The coin that Aventurine has seems to transcend his definition of ‘time’ – his inherent ‘value’, or his ‘roots’, never changing. It also shows his connection to his younger self – how he’s still holding onto that child, still connecting to that child, and showing that this child is still a part of him, even if it’s only his past self. 

I believe that the coin that he always has flipping around actually represents Aventurine himself – it represents his ‘value’ as a gambling chip. In Aventurine’s eyes, interpersonal relationships are just like that – they are gambles, where people take advantage of one another and backstab each other. However, it also represents how little he seems to care for his own life – he tosses the coin around, does tricks with it, and is overly flamboyant – just like how he presents himself to the outside world. This single gambling chip is actually the presentation of how Aventurine sees himself and presents himself to everyone else, as well as encompasses his worldview – bet himself, going ‘all in’ with his own worth, or doing nothing. That worth has been with him his entire life – the worth of being a child blessed by a God from his home, being blessed with good fortune. 

Also, sick ass transition. Love that shit. 

Pay attention to the next scene – there’s a brief moment where it shows him walking through a hallway… through the lens of a camera. This could definitely be alluding to the idea of always being watched – I mean, he’s the last of his own race, of course there’s going to be eyes on him. People are going to be asking questions - how is he still alive? Why is he with the IPC? Can he be trusted, considering his race was known for scheming and plotting? 

And then, he tosses open the door in a grand display – a grand display of his fake persona. He opens the room to a whole bunch of robots, who are all gambling, and they stare at him in surprise. That’s Aventurine – flamboyant, showy, confident. He holds a captive audience and all of the others move to the side as he strides towards the slots machine – and as predicted, due to his good luck, he gets three in a row. However, what I think is important to note is that he slides his coin into the machine – and remember what I said about the coin representing his worth? This is what I mean by he bets himself. He is just another gambling chip that he will use to achieve victory no matter what. He is another pawn on the table who has made his way this far, and it’s all or nothing – his whole worth, or not worth the gamble at all. 

Also, at 0:42, we see a briefcase open up to reveal a gem – definitely a callback to the 2.1 trailblaze quest with his moment with Ratio. Damn, gay people. 

Then, after that, he slides many chips towards the table – and interestingly enough, they’re all copies of his one singular chip. This, your honour, is what we call a ‘bluff’. Pretending to be more than you are in order to appear more confident so that your enemies will fear you. Pretty good strategy, honestly. 

Also, cool editing with the machines falling into the Void of Cards. Maybe symbolism for how people fall into his persona easily and fall for his schemes? 

Epic ahh pose, 0:54. Love that for you, my silly homosexual lad. 

Also, him in the elevator going to the top at around 1:02? That means more than you think it does. Probably most likely a representation of how he had to crawl his way from the bottom to the top, and yet, now, it’s showing that he is at the top now. He takes an elevator instead of having to climb – he’s gotten higher, he’s gotten more status. His ‘all or nothing’ mentality pays off. 

And then, he’s set into an arena. Representation of life, honestly. His whole life is a stage, a play, something to be watched. He’s here to put on a good show. He’s being watched, which is a callback to my note about the camera at the start. 

Then, the horrors are set loose. He does his gambling stuff with the cup in his hand while he dodges the monsters. That’s him, alright – taking gambles in dangerous situations, relying on his luck, smiling through what should be terrifying. 

“The wager will be life and death,” but oh, that’s your usual wager, Aventurine. We all know how you have self-destructive tendencies. 

1:42. Hand behind his back. Oh lord, we all died. We all know what the hand behind his back means. We all know how much emotional damage that caused. 

1:46. The dice cracks. Just like his cornerstone, eh? Just like his façade, right…? :) 

And then, everything is drowned in gold coins. Yay! 

And then, he’s standing on a ledge. Possibly a callback to how he said that he had “tested death” in the dreamscape. What better way to test it than jumping? 

And then his enemies are drowning in coins. Probably a metaphor for his win against them. 

And then, here is where things get interesting at the two minute mark. He tosses his coin down, again, like at the beginning of the trailer. Kakvasha flipped the coin up, trying to get higher, and then, Aventurine tosses the coin down, keeping his connection with his younger self. It falls down to the ground, and Kakavasha picks it up with awe in his eyes. He’s still keeping in mind his younger self, still keeping him with him, even to this day. Holding onto his past like a lifeline. 

Aventurine’s trailer… while it does seem on the surface that you’re having fun, you’re really not, when everything is a show and a gamble, right? 

Alright, thanks for reading, everyone! :) 

[frownyalfred]

Do you have any tips on how to work out at home? We have some 5-10lb dumbbells and a rowing machine, but my main problem is I don't know what to do with the weights and my elbow's a little injured right now so I can't use the rower. (Also I feel really self-conscious working out in front of my family.)

Any advice you have will be helpful cause I got nothing. Thank you!

Definitely! I always recommend r/xxfitness or r/bodyweightfitness for some good basic weightlifting tips and routines. They have outlines for beginners and ultra beginners, aka you’ve never even looked at a weight before. A lot of local gyms will also do an intro class to the machines or will give you a tour — just ask!

I will say (again I’m not a fitness professional or a medical professional) dumbbells require more stabilizing muscles so it’s a good idea to make sure you’re all healed up and not experiencing any joint pain or instability.

But essentially: pick how many days a week you can dedicate time to a routine, pick a routine off of one of those subreddits, and slowly progress in weight and/or difficulty over time. Eat well, sleep well, and you’ll see a dramatic difference very quickly.

In the last three years, I’ve done about 3-4 days a week of 30-60 minutes, targeting different parts of the body. I’m not ultra ultra lean (I refuse to cut that much, it’s awful) but I am visibly muscular. And I am much stronger, which feels amazing.

[byizoyas]

Heya! I hope your having a good day/night!!

I saw your requests were open and I was hoping to request a fic with either alhaitham, childe or beidou with their workout! I’m just so in love with the three of them and if I ever saw them working out I think I’d pass out on the spot (//∇//)

Thank you so much and I hope this is an enjoyable request for you to write 💗💗💗

genshin impact ; requests

2023/byizoyas. — pls do not plagiarize or repost and claim as yours ! thank you very much

✘ sfw. you witness his workout sessions ✘ alhaitham x gn!reader

a/n. - at first i rlly wanted to write all three of them but in the end i was so invested in alhaitham’s i figured id just post that short drabble w only him. i also took some freedom with the end lol; hope it’ll suit you and sorry for the late writing<3 (also i don’t have the exact vocabulary for working out so I did my best and hope it’ll still be understandable ckwkdj)

you’ve been going at the gym for a while now. you were not the most regular person in this but you were trying real hard.

and at this point, you felt new every single time you stepped inside and saw them all greeting each other and training together while you, were all alone.

you only just understood how the treadmill was working after struggling for a while with all the buttons when you heard a friendly voice from behind you.

‘you’re back.’ he said calmly.

you turned around quite surprised that anyone would recognize you since you weren’t coming in here everyday and certainly not on the same time of the day.

‘um yeah’ you only said before realizing the man talking to you was one of the coaches in here.

alhaitham. his name was written on a small piece of paper sticked to his shirt that quite felt too tight for that muscular torso of his.

‘i saw you struggling with the machine and thought i could help you but it seems you got it now.’ he said, turning his back on you to go back to whatever business he probably had to deal with.

‘thanks ! i’ll ask for help directly next time.’ you added, waving goodbye despite him not going really far.

the room wasn’t the biggest so he was still in your eyesight. and as time passed you caught yourself looking in his direction several times.

he was indeed pretty attractive even when he was just standing nearby the door, organizing some files.

10pm the clock was displaying. the gym was closing around 11 pm but it was pretty rare to find people exercising that late at night.

perhaps he felt comfortable enough with so few people working out because he left the counter and put on his own headphones as he walked towards the rowing machine. and of course, it had to be right in front of you so you found it even harder to look away.

alhaitham was a professional, he probably trained everyday and was used to such basic exercises yet you, found it extremely fascinating how easy it was for him to drag the handle.

his arms muscles contracting now and then pretty quickly and the few sighs he subconsciously let out as he kept on pulling the handle towards him, working out both his legs and arms made the whole scene much more attractive.

you found it quite hard to focus on something else now but he quickly switched to another exercise, laying on the floor ready to do a few push ups.

one. two. three. you started to count them. he wasn’t fast but he was certainly feeling his own efforts as he gritted his teeth.

‘alhaitham. i’m leaving. you’re closing alone tonight. will it be okay ?’ someone asked; most likely his colleague that was already wearing casual clothes.

alhaitham got up, and took off his headphones. ‘sure. see you tomorrow.’ the man left and with that he took a glance at the clock and then at you.

he chuckled while walking towards you and only at the moment he stood in front of you, did you realize how you were the only one left in here. ‘staying pretty late tonight do you ?’ he gulped just as he was trying to regain his composure and control over his breathing.

‘i didn’t realize how late it was.’ you only found to say. of course you weren’t going to admit that you lost yourself while observing his every move for about 15 minutes.

little did you know, he noticed your insistent gaze but he did not say anything about it. he turned off the machine you were using. ‘well we’re both done for today.’

you headed towards the restroom to change to your clothes and put your sports pants on your bag.

‘oh!’ you shouted when bumping into alhaitham again right after coming out of the room. ‘you scared the shit out of me sorry for screaming’ you chuckled to yourself, finding yourself so silly.

but since there were only the two of you now alhaitham only apologized, stating how he should have been careful.

you both went towards the door, turning off all the lights behind you.

alhaitham closed the door and turned to you, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. ‘will you come working out tomorrow ?’

you smiled before admitting how you were not so fond of working out. and before you gave a second thought to what you were about to say, it simply slipped out of your mouth.

‘but maybe if a pretty, good coach helps me i’ll like it more.’

right as you started to cringe at your own comment, alhaitham let out the most beautiful laugh you’ve ever heard.

‘i’ll work harder to convince you to drop by more often then.’

[optimal-living-lab]

Strength Training for Beginners: A Comprehensive Guide

Strength training is an essential component of overall fitness, providing numerous benefits such as increased muscle mass, improved bone density, and enhanced metabolism. If you're new to strength training, getting started can feel overwhelming, but with the right guidance, it can be both enjoyable and rewarding. This comprehensive guide will walk you through the basics of strength training for beginners.

Understanding Strength Training

Strength training, also known as resistance training, involves exercises that use resistance to build muscle strength, endurance, and size. This resistance can come from various sources, including free weights, weight machines, resistance bands, or even your body weight.

Benefits of Strength Training

Increased Muscle Strength: Strength training helps to build and strengthen muscles, making everyday activities easier and reducing the risk of injury.

Improved Bone Health: It stimulates bone growth and can help prevent osteoporosis, especially important as we age.

Boosted Metabolism: Muscle is more metabolically active than fat, so building muscle through strength training can help increase your resting metabolic rate, aiding in weight management.

Enhanced Functional Strength: It improves your ability to perform daily tasks, such as lifting, carrying, and bending.

Getting Started

1. Consult a Professional

Before starting any new exercise program, especially if you have any health concerns, it's wise to consult with a healthcare professional or a certified personal trainer. They can help tailor a program to your specific needs and ensure you exercise safely.

2. Set Clear Goals

Identify what you want to achieve through strength training. Whether it's gaining muscle, losing weight, or improving overall fitness, having clear goals will guide your training program.

3. Start with Basic Exercises

Begin with compound exercises that work multiple muscle groups simultaneously. These include:

Squats: Targets the legs, glutes, and core.

Deadlifts: Works the back, glutes, and hamstrings.

Push-ups: Engages the chest, shoulders, and triceps.

Rows: Targets the back, biceps, and shoulders.

4. Learn Proper Technique

Focus on mastering proper form and technique for each exercise to prevent injury and maximize results. If you're unsure, consider working with a personal trainer initially to learn the correct form.

5. Gradually Increase Intensity

Start with lighter weights and gradually increase the resistance as you get stronger. Aim for 2-3 strength training sessions per week, allowing at least 48 hours of rest between sessions to allow your muscles to recover and grow.

6. Incorporate Variety

Include a variety of exercises in your routine to target different muscle groups and keep your workouts interesting. This can include different types of resistance exercises, as well as cardio and flexibility training.

Tips for Success

Listen to Your Body: Pay attention to how your body feels during and after workouts. If something doesn't feel right, stop and reassess your form or consult a professional.

Stay Consistent: Consistency is key to seeing results. Stick to your strength training program and make it a regular part of your routine.

Rest and Recovery: Allow your muscles time to recover between sessions to prevent overtraining and reduce the risk of injury.

Fuel Your Body: Eat a balanced diet rich in protein, carbohydrates, and healthy fats to support muscle growth and recovery.

Conclusion

Strength training is a valuable addition to any fitness regimen, offering a multitude of physical and mental benefits. By following this guide and staying committed to your goals, you can build strength, improve your overall health, and enhance your quality of life. Remember, progress takes time, so be patient and enjoy the journey to a stronger, healthier you!

[mazeinthemiroh]

hihi, I just read the scenario for ateez with an s/o whose personality is similar to another member and I lived it so much,,, I was wondering if it was okay to request scenarios or hcs about going to the gym together with each member?👉🏻👈🏻

ateez when their s/o goes to the gym with them

genre: headcanons; general, crack

word count: 0.7k

warnings: none

author's notes: thanks for your request sweetie. i hope this is what you meant but please let me know if i misinterpreted because i am super tired and it's very likely that i might have 😭

hongjoong

sharing a gym space with you allows hongjoong to step into flirty territory

he uses the equipment around him to make himself alluring ✨

i mean we all know he works on his chest the most so have fun with that one i'm totally not jealous ahaha i'm fine with this

but mostly it's kinda fun and carefree with him. he doesn't take the gym too seriously to be honest

will probably end up just chatting with you on the treadmill, both of you walking at a leisurely pace and using the time to catch up and talk about life

seonghwa

he persuades you to join like a yoga class or something

lists all the benefits of the class and pretends he's a professional when really his knowledge was all down to research he did in the middle of the night

the class is actually a lot more harder than he thought so he regrets even making you do it in the first place

so after bending in places he didn't know could bend, he's very much ready to take his leave and go get a maccies or smth

yunho

literally just goofs around the whole time

like... what did you expect?

if you thought this was going to be a serious gym session, please think again

this man literally does anything to make you laugh, and when he is in one of those giggly moods there's literally no stopping him, even at a public place like a gym

the type to sing 'row row row your boat' whilst on the rowing machine 💀 like you cannot take him anywhere

he's so unserious, pls

yeosang

he's like a humble bragger

will subtly flex and show off his arms to you, perhaps by using weights or resistance bands to work his biceps and triceps and really define their look

and then be all shy and giggly about like 'ahahha i'm so cute and shy but also very very hot please touch my arms uwu'

i can't with him-

he's actually a massive tease, idk if you can tell already

just so coy in like the best way possible, and he doesn't even mean to act like it. that's just who he is

san

he's not as subtle as yeosang is, that's for sure

we've got another flirty boy over here

he loves the attention he gets and he lives for compliments. words of affirmation is his thang, after all

so he will definitely show off in front of you and have no shame in doing so!

will probably go a step too far and lift really heavy weights that he can't actually lift and will probably pull a muscle or something 💀

then you'll have to support him as he limps his way out of the gym. hopefully he would've learned his lesson by that point

mingi

mingi is so touchy at the gym omg

he loves watching you working out regardless like it's just so satisfying for him

and then he will show off what he can do for you, within reason

but usually he likes working out with you and seeing if he can lend a hand in anyway

and between water breaks, despite being hot and sweaty, he's all over you, whether that's leaning on you when his breathing hard when really he just wants a hug, or anything else that he does

he loves spending time with you regardless so he is more than happy to invite you to the gym every time he thinks of going!

wooyoung

is so competitive omg, and for no reason???

like you might just be minding own business when he pulls up on the treadmill next to you and goes a pace higher than what you're doing

so then you go faster than him to challenge him

and then he goes faster than you

and so on

until yall are sprinting on that thing until one of you concedes to the other

depending on how stubborn you are, you could be running for a long while

just be sure to bring some water because you're gonna need it afterwards

jongho

jongho obviously is very strong and can quite easily lift most weights at the gym

he still likes to challenge himself though so he may try even heavier weights that he hasn't tried before

usually sticks to his own thing and leaves you to it

but if you ask him for help, he can be a very good personal trainer

will teach you how to do certain things you're unsure about or tell you how to do things safely so you don't hurt yourself or pull a muscle

he loves being able to help you in this way

[spacequokka]

RM1501: Anatomy & Physio

Pairing: professor!Hoseok x TA!Reader Genre: College AU, Professor AU, Smut Rating: M Summary: After an “incident” during a staff meeting, you tried to put distance between you and Hoseok for the sake of being professional. Unfortunately, the Dean noticed the awkwardness between you and tasked you with fixing it. Well, here goes nothing. Word Count: 2.9k Warnings: fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), vaginal sex, couch sex

Taglist: @appachicken @dandelion-aj @xrubyrosex @babykyuniee @bekah931215

A/N: This took way longer than I thought it would. Life did the thing. I had to cut the first half I had planned because I couldn’t write it—words would not come to me. So there are references to past events and I apologize. I want to come back in the future and add that, but I won’t make any promises. Recommending Open Mind and I Don’t Disappoint for this.

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You took a deep breath and opened the door. The loud clanks of metal got louder as you stepped into the gym. Hoseok was on his usual machine, lifting weights. Sweat made his skin glisten under the lights overhead as his muscles rippled with the effort from each rep. You weren’t strong enough for this. With a little shake of your head, you steeled your nerves and went for it.

Your heels clicked on the linoleum floor, but he didn’t hear it with the Air Pods destroying his eardrums. You tapped his knee with your finger until you got his attention. He put the bar back on the stand and sat up. “_____?” He took the air pods out. “Something wrong?”

You scowled at him, eyes narrowed as you crossed your arms. “We need to talk.”

His gaze dragged down your body before he bit his lip and stood up. “About? The tests get submitted tonight, so there’s nothing to do until tomorrow morning.” He stepped around you and picked up a small towel left on a treadmill. You thought after seeing his Instagram pictures, you’d be immune to any effect of seeing him shirtless. Nope. It just made it worse. “I can’t think of anything else—”

“I meant this,” you motioned between you, “whatever’s going on here. The tension.”

Hoseok looked at you over his shoulder, teeth worrying at his bottom lip again. “What about it?” He didn’t say more, instead grabbing his water bottle and heading toward the showers. If he thought he could get out of this with a little nudity, he had another thing coming. You followed behind him and swore you heard him chuckle.

“I’m serious.” You sat on the benches between a row of lockers as he began to undress. Covering your eyes, you continued. “You’ve been…different since the meeting. Since you…”

“Finger fucked you?” He supplied with a firm tone that held little warmth. “Yeah, it’s not every day I make a beautiful woman cum in a room full of my colleagues.” He lowered his voice and muttered, “Wish I could do it again.”

“We shouldn’t have done it the first time.” You shook your head. “Don’t you feel some sort of shame for being so reckless? What if we’d gotten caught? I could lose my TA credits if I don’t get expelled. And you! You could get fired, couldn’t you?”

He ignored your question and turned on the shower. You peeked through your fingers and didn’t see his feet, so you put your hand down. Your mind was running a million thoughts a minute. Seeing all the ways giving in could go wrong and ruin everything you’d worked so hard for. But just knowing he was only a few feet away, completely naked, was enough to derail your thoughts.

Shit. No. Get it together. Keep it together.

“Anyway, the Dean’s noticed something’s up. He’s worried about our work relationship and sent me to work things out with you. So here I am, ready to talk about what happened and put it past us so we can move on.” You nodded, satisfied with how it all came out. It sounded good, logical and mature. The right thing to say and do.

Hoseok still didn’t respond. The urge to hit him came and went like a powerful gust of wind. Why was it the more immature people get the higher positions of power? If the situation were reversed, you’d be listening to him and actively trying to participate in the conversation instead of sulking in the shower having a silent tantrum. After a few minutes, it was clear he wasn’t having this conversation, so you got up and left the locker room. No sense in getting caught sitting there.

You paced out in the hallway, needing some way to burn off the nervous energy. What would you do if he wasn’t willing to let this go? It’d be harder to keep the position as his TA if you both were constantly battling the urge to fuck each other stupid. It already made it difficult to just hand out papers with him watching your every move with that predatory look in his eyes. A chill washed over your arms and you hugged yourself to rub them. His body made promises that he’d clearly keep if you let him.

If only once.

You stopped and shook your head again. Nope. It couldn’t be an option. Not if you were going to get back on track.

“Do you do that a lot?” His voice made you jump. You turned around to find him standing in the doorway with a smirk and just a white towel around his hips. “Talk to yourself and stuff? It’s cute.”

Your shoulders slumped as you pressed your lips into a thin line. Of course. Why the fuck not?

He passed by you and headed towards his office. “I left my clothes in here, sorry.”

“Whatever,” you mumbled as you followed him. “Like I said. I’m here to work this out. Once we do, I’ll be out of your hair.”

“Because Hyun—the Dean told you to?” He opened the door and stepped aside, motioning for you to go in. Once you’d crossed the threshold, he closed the door. “No personal reasons?”

You winced. “Oh, come on. You were two knuckles deep in me. It’s already personal.” He gave you a wicked grin. “Don’t give me that.”

“Mmm.” He shrugged as he leaned against the edge of his desk. “So then, what is there to fix? I made you cum, and you clearly liked it. Why’d you suddenly get so cold with me?”

You really weren’t ready to have this conversation with him basically naked. “Can’t you get dressed first?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You realize I’d have to take the towel off, right? You can’t stop fidgeting now. Imagine if I let this fall…”

“Why do you have to be such a pain in the ass, Hoseok?” You rubbed your eyes with a groan. “Fine! Keep your damn towel.” You waved your hand. “We have a professional relationship that comes before anything else. I don’t want to ruin this opportunity by mixing pleasure into it. So many things can go wrong—”

His hand seized your wrist and pulled you into his arms, bringing you chest to chest. His skin was still damp and you could feel beads of water seep through your blouse, cool against your skin. “So we agree there’d be lots of pleasure.” He nodded with a mock-serious expression. “We’re already making progress. What else?”

“I—Your dick’s getting hard.” You blurted the second you felt tell-tale stiffness against your inner thigh.

“Yeah, it tends to do that around you. I’ve learned to let it be.” He smiled as he wiggled his hips against yours. “But focus. So you’re worried we couldn’t work together if we had sex? I’d think that it’d help more than anything. Imagine, you’d be less stressed, and I’d be less keyed up all the time. We’re already an amazing combo.”

“Exactly! So why fix something that’s not broken?” You tried to lean back, but he followed, keeping his face no more than a finger's length away. “Sex makes things messy and ruins working routines.”

“Oh, baby,” he cooed as he brushed his lips across your cheek. “Who hurt you? With the right person, sex can lead to intimacy and a deeper level of understanding and trust. We could be two sides of a zipper coming together.”

“A zipper—This isn’t a joke, Hoseok.” You pushed against his chest and he nipped at your cheek.

“I’m being serious.” He sighed as he let one hand drop to your thigh and gently skim over the hem of your skirt. “I’m always serious with you. I’ll admit I thought it was cute they were trying to fix us up and didn’t take it seriously. I mean, who would? But now,” his gaze drifted to your lips, “now I need to know what it’s like to kiss you. Taste you. If only once.”

“Shit,” you hissed and took the dive. Your lips met with a frenzy of licks and bites as your hands cupped his face to hold him in place. It was wet and messy, each smack echoing in the small confines of his office. His hands rested on your ass and pulled you closer than close as he circled his hips, generating more heat and need between your legs. “Damn, Hoseok.”

“I’ve been dying to hear you say my name like that, baby.” He whispered against your lips, then kissed you again, this time focusing on chasing your tongue. He pulled your leg up onto his hip and moaned softly when your heat pressed against his length. “You’re a dream come true.” You pressed down on it and rolled your hips, enjoying the friction from your panties coupled with the hardness of his body. He swore and matched your pace, willing to follow your lead until it wasn’t enough. “I’m so hard it hurts.”

You kissed your way from his mouth to the side of his neck, wrapping your hand around his throat and tilting his head to the side. “Does it?” You smiled before gently biting into his skin and sucking, enjoying how his hold on you tightened to the point of pain and his leisurely rolls morphed into faint thrusts hindered by your panties and his towel.

“Please,” he whined against your ear. “Please let me have you.”

“You had me on your fingers. Wasn’t that enough?” You bit his earlobe, then soothed it with a few kitten licks.

“You—” He grabbed your other leg and hoisted you up. With your legs around his waist, you could look into his eyes and see how his playful grin had shifted into something dark and needy. “I need more than that. You know I can do better.” Hoseok’s eyelids fluttered with another roll of his hips against you. “I could be so deep inside you, so deep you’ll never want me to pull out.” He closed his eyes as his head tipped back and lifted you just enough for a hard thrust against your core. “And I wouldn’t. Ever.”

The power in his hips left you scrambling for security, throwing your arms around his neck and holding on tight. “Fuck!”

“Yeah, just like that. I wanna hear you cum just like this, right in my ear, baby. All for me.” He moved you up and down against his body. “Say it. Tell me you’ll take this dick. It’s yours. Just say the word. Please.”

It was nothing short of embarrassing to admit you failed to keep your distance and uphold your morals. But given that you had, what sense was there in denying him? You patted his shoulders as you wriggled in his hold and he quickly got the hint and put you down, keeping his hands on your hips. Your fingers shook with excitement as you started unbuttoning your blouse. When he realized what you were doing, he hot-stepped over to the door and locked it, and dimmed the lights.

“Finally.” His grin was contagious as he perched on the loveseat stuffed in the corner of the room and held out his hands. When you were close enough, he leaned in and pressed his lips to your stomach as he unzipped your skirt. As it fell down your legs and pooled at your feet, his lips trailed down to the waistband of your panties before he tugged them down, too. Hoseok kept his eyes on your face as he gently parted your legs, bringing one up over his shoulder as he leaned in with his tongue out.

His moan upon first contact was pure sin. You lost your balance as the vibration rippled through your core, making you clench around the tip of his tongue. His eyes fell shut, and he pressed his tongue flat against your pussy, pressing against your clit as he worked the tip of it over and around your entrance.

You buried your hands in his hair as your jaw dropped open. “So good, so good.” You chanted as he held you in place, licking and sucking on your clit with fervor. He slowly brought a hand up your leg and teased you with a finger before pushing it in with little resistance. “Ohh, fuck. More. Gimme more.” He worked his finger in and out a few times before adding another.

“I can’t wait to be inside you, baby. Can’t wait to see how much you can take in this tight pussy.” His words added to the fire, and you started rolling your hips to meet the thrust of his fingers. He bit your thigh and suckled, leaving a mark behind. “Can’t wait to feel you cum.”

“Fuck, Hoseok. I’m gonna—”

He pulled his fingers out and pulled at his towel. It fell open and revealed the prettiest dick you’d ever seen, porn stars included. It was slightly bigger than your favorite dildo, so you were confident you could take it without hurting either of you. He wrapped a hand around it and gave it a few strokes, letting out a soft moan as he squeezed the head and let his eyes close. “In the top drawer of my desk, there are condoms. Grab one for me.”

You gave him a look before moving. “So you just keep condoms in your desk just in case? Or is this a common occurrence for you?” You yanked the drawer open, and sure enough, there was a black box.

“You say that like I don’t deal with horny college students every day. If they’re gonna do it, might as well help them be safe about it.” He beckoned you over while still stroking himself. “I remember you saying you’re not on birth control, and I have every intention of being inside you when I cum.”

A chill ran down your spine that left you clenching and biting your lip in anticipation as you handed him the condom. He was quick about it, pulling you into his lap no more than a minute later. He cupped your face as he kissed you while sliding down in the seat to a slouch. “Shit,” he whispered against your lips, “I’m not gonna last if I go in now, but I can’t wait either.”

“It’s okay,” you put your arms around his shoulders and kissed him harder, “I want you to cum with me, anyway.”

Hoseok nodded as he reached between you and stroked his dick once, twice, then held it steady for you. The head bumped against your swollen clit, making your toes curl. You adjusted your position, and he found your entrance. With a tap on your thigh, he pushed up slowly as you sunk down on his length. Every inch felt amazing, better than any toy you’d ever used, simply because of the look on his face. Hoseok’s eyes were shut tight as he bit on his bottom lip to keep himself as quiet as possible.

“Better than I imagined,” he gritted out, “the best ever, baby.”

Steadying yourself on his shoulders, you looked him in the eyes and asked, “Can I move?”

“Y-yeah. Yes. Please.” His eyes were focused on where you were joined. With a shaky inhale, you lifted your hips, savoring the way his dick dragged against your walls, then dropped back down. “Oh my god, girl. Again. Do that again.” His brow furrowed as he repositioned his feet. This time he helped lift you a little higher, just enough to make you worry about him slipping out, then pulled you down while thrusting up. The spark of pleasure made your toes curl and nails dig into his shoulder.

“Oh, fuck, Hoseok. Right there.” Your eyes fluttered shut as pleasure coursed through your veins.

“Come here, baby.” He whispered, pulling you down to him for a kiss as his hands grabbed your ass. Pressed against his body, working your hips in tandem with his gradually cleared your mind of any thought that wasn’t of him and the words he whispered into your ear as he fucked up into you, stealing your breath away. “You feel like heaven. I’ve never felt this fucking good before.”

Against your better judgment, you found yourself agreeing with him. “Me either. I’m so close.”

“Oh, fu—” He whimpered then went into a frenzy, jackhammering up into you as he moaned your name in between gulps of air. The sudden outburst startled you and you slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle him as best you could before your own orgasm took over. You buried your face in the crook of his neck and bit it as he pulled you tight against him and allowed you to ride out the waves.

It took what seemed like forever for you to catch your breath and regain function in your limbs. When you could move, the first thing Hoseok wanted was a kiss. You giggled against his lips and asked, “Are you always this affectionate?”

He beamed. “I don’t know how you’d get the impression otherwise.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t shake the contagious smile. “We should get cleaned up.” You moved to get up, but his hold on you tightened.

“If I recall correctly, you said we needed to work this out. I’m not sure we’re done here.” He brushed his lips against your forehead. “We should make sure we’re on the same page with a thorough workout. You don’t have anything planned tonight, right?”

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[victimeyez]

Break Up

Professional//Victim

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“Tell me when it hurts. Well, when it hurts more.”

Sam probed his fingers up Tommy’s abdomen, pushing in gently. Tommy grit his teeth and stared up at the exam light until his eyes watered.

Everything hurt, a condition he was almost starting to get used to. His chest hurt, his back hurt, his ankles hurt, his ass hurt. The skin Sam’s touch skirted over was in slices, and deeper bruising cut beneath it from the force of the whip.

He flinched badly when Sam’s fingers hit a sore spot, painful enough that he immediately curled up to protect himself. Sam sighed.

“You could make this easier for me.”

(You could, too.)

When Sam stepped away, he wrapped the towel he had been given back around himself, attempting some form of modesty. He’d had the shivers since they had taken him off of the hooks.

Sam returned wheeling an odd machine in like a cart, Caius in tow this time.

“So tell me,” Sam addressed the other man.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?”

Sam gestured broadly to Tommy, laying on the exam table with the towel.

“What’s the problem?” Caius asked coolly, unaffected by the state of his ward.

“Damn near every time you bring him in, it gets worse. Where are you even finding these people?”

The machine was rolled over to Tommy’s bedside and he started manipulating his limbs like a ragdoll. Tommy didn’t resist, just swallowed the bile in his throat and closed his eyes. A curved part of the machine was positioned over his chest.

“Keep those closed, put your head to the side.”

He obeyed, and saw the flash of the x-ray light under his eyelids for a moment. A few more adjustments, a few more flashes.

“Roll over.”

“Woof.” Tommy mumbled sarcastically, but he was tired. Far too tired to fight. He managed to turn over onto his stomach. There wasn’t any position he could lie in that didn’t hurt like hell, but Sam had given him some good shit and it was starting to kick in. Its foggy embrace dulled the pain significantly.

Sam made an annoyed sound when he saw the gouges on his back. The romantic carving on his ass was still trickling blood, the deep lines struggling to clot properly.

A few more photos taken up his back, and the big printer in the corner started to spit them out. Sam pulled them off and started sticking them to his light board in rows. Caius joined him, eyeing the photos impassively.

“You see this here? Broken rib. Another here. This other one is a hairline fracture. You’re lucky his ankles aren’t broken. And his wrists are both half-pulled out of their sockets -“

Tommy listened to Sam shaming Caius, smirking a little to himself as if it was to his benefit. He really didn’t realize he had broken anything, but it made sense given how bad he was roughed up. It made him feel a little better about how much pain he had been in, as if this revelation justified it.

“They tossed him down some stairs. And he fell off some…monkey bars. It probably happened then.”

Sam swore, and there was a clatter as he hit or threw something to the ground.

“What the fuck were you thinking? Do you know how easily he could have broken his neck?”

“It happened really fast, I didn’t realize he was in danger until he was already at the bottom of the steps. And fuck off, because he’s fine.”

They continued to bicker, while Tommy pulled the towel up to pad under his head. He started to doze off, the heavy drugs finally letting him relax for the first time since the first blow.

(They’re being insufferable.)

(...More than they usually are. You know what that means,)

(…)

(They’re hooking up again.)

The realization suddenly settled in, and it disturbed him enough that he lost the thread of sleep he had started to follow. When Caius and Sam started acting like this, it only ever meant one horrible, terrifying thing:

They were dating again.

Their last breakup had almost been amenable, and they had been separated for over a year. They were terrible and toxic and constantly on again/off again, but he thought they’d finally stopped trying.

His first clue should have been Sam chewing out Caius over him. Sam couldn’t give a shit about his well-being, he just liked nagging Caius about him.

Last time they broke up, Caius put off taking Tommy to get fixed up until he could no longer eat. Caius bitched about Sam the whole way there, and dumped him off - just in time to have Sam bitch about Caius until his keeper hauled him off again.

Every time, he inevitably became a weird pawn between them. Sam cut his meds off when he was pissed at Caius, and Tommy had to beg for aspirin for a broken jaw.

Caius would become overly concerned with Tommy’s health and demand lots of checkups to spend time bothering Dr. Snow. When Sam called him out on it, he broke Tommy’s nose so he’d have another reason.

That one never healed quite right.

Sam was laughing when he returned next to the exam table, and he pulled a prescription bottle out of his pocket. He waggled it naughtily in front of him, making the tablets inside rattle.

“You want another one?”

He uncapped it and dangled an oblong pill in his fingertips over Tommy. Tommy brought his hand up and managed to catch Sam’s, pulling his wrist to his mouth.

Sam chuckled and relinquished the pill to him. Tommy choked it down dry and laid back down. It tasted disgustingly bitter. He just wanted to go away for a while, somewhere outside his prison of a body. He definitely did not want to think about Sam, and Caius, and Lisa and Mark.

Sam popped one in his own mouth and dry swallowed it with practiced ease.

“Let’s get you fixed up, huh?”

[jeonginssa]

front row faeries | i can’t talk here

a/n: i debated whether i should just write out the text conversation but i went for screenshots, i hope that’s okay

pairing: yoon jeonghan x reader

genre: idol jeonghan, fashion designer reader, slow burn, forbidden love, ?enemies? to lovers

word count: 546

screenshots: 2

warnings: none, i dont think

taglist: @junhour

You typed and deleted your message about fifteen times before you even contemplated pressing send. Although your sister was an idol you had always intentionally avoided that world, despite knowing how easy it would be to piggyback off of her fame had you wanted to. You wanted to make your own success, to be revered because you were talented, not because you were Shin Ryujin’s sister. More than that the whole idol thing was kind of weird to you. Wanting fame was one thing but you couldn’t understand wanting to be idolised to that degree. It sounded exhausting and concerning. What goes up must come down and you didn’t think you could handle the moment the other shoe dropped.

The final draft of your message wasn’t eloquent but it was direct and you concluded that was all you needed. You didn’t want Jeonghan getting any strange ideas about your intentions.

[yn] hey, did you mean to follow me? it’s made things quite difficult for me.

You weren’t expecting him to reply for another few hours so when your phone buzzed almost immediately after your message had sent you blinked rapidly.

[jeonghan] hi, i can’t talk here, my number is +82-10-xxxx-xx77

Ryujin had briefly mentioned that all sns accounts were monitored so it made sense but you couldn’t help but feel as though you were being tested. Would texting him make it look as though you were reaching out for less than professional reasons? He had caught you staring at him at your show. Ugh, how mortifying. If you didn’t text him however, you would never get to the bottom of this and your phone would never recover.

Something in your gut told you that Jeonghan was lying. It wasn’t an accident at all. He simply thought it would be a good way to get your attention. You cursed yourself for the fact that it did. You got a notification to say that Jeonghan had unsent his instagram message to you. Clearly he was being truthful in regards to covering his tracks if nothing else. It was a little absurd to you the way idols were forbidden to have lives. You couldn’t begin to imagine what a nightmare it must be for the idiots that date them. None of Ryujin’s partners had lasted long and it didn’t take a genius to work out why. You couldn’t help but wonder why idols bother trying to date in the first place. Aren’t they busy enough? You knew you were.

Since your phone was still inundated with messages and calls you opted to email Bitna, your assistant, to let her know the urgent matter had been dealt with (despite the fact that the issue was very much unresolved) and that you would be at work as expected in the morning. You thanked her for all of her help and decided to destress by working on a garment.

You focused on the whirring of the sewing machine as you hemmed the deep purple, satin shirt you were working on. Every so often your thoughts strayed to Jeonghan and you caught yourself speeding up slightly, cursing as you did so. Sewing had always been meditative to you and you would be damned if you were going to let Yoon Jeonghan ruin it.

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[ladylooch]

https://www.tumblr.com/ladylooch/745217695102943232/the-fashion-shows-for-half-asleep-daddy-on-the?source=share

I think we’ll need a blurb of this one day

Connor and Lio hyping them up

In Lio and Savannah’s condo, four adults sit in the living room, getting ready for the latest and greatest fashion show as presented by the Wood and Meier children. Pump up music plays through the sound bar from DJ Woody. Savannah and Lucie settle into their front row seats with a glass of wine. The fashion show director, Sir Lio Meier, is standing with his wooden spoon microphone, slapping it against his palm.

“The show will begin in 30 seconds.. 29 seconds… 28 seconds…” Lucie starts to laugh at his robotic count down. Her and Savannah share a look before Savannah starts digging in her pocket for her phone. She pulls it out, flipping through her apps to get to her camera.

“Ma’am… MA’AM!” Lio directs at his wife. Connor pauses the music. “Hold girls.” Lio calls to the giggling children in the hallway.

“What?” Savannah asks, looking over at Lucie with confusion.

“Can you put your phone down? This is a closed show.”

“Oh, I just want to take pict-”

“No ma’am. Not allowed.” 

“Lio….” Savannah laughs. “You’re kidding?”

“I am not. This is confidential.”

“Oh my god.” Savannah mutters, making a show of clicking her phone off and putting it to the side.

“I don’t know. She doesn’t look trustworthy. You better grab that.” Connor interjects.

“Con!” 

“Ten! Nine! Eight!” Stella begins to yell into Gracie’s karaoke machine. She has been dubbed the MC for the night. All the adults in the room shudder at the high pitch. Connor reaches over, turning it down about four turns. “Uncle Lee go sit down!” Stella demands. Lio crawls over to his wife’s legs, tossing an arm over her knees. Savannah rests her hand on his opposite shoulder, leaning down to his ear.

“Sass me again and see what happens.” She says while kissing his cheek.

“Will do.” He murmurs back with a smirk.

The music changes to a TV show’s opening theme song that Stella is in love with right now. It’s a bop and has everyone’s heads jiving in rhythm as Winnie and Gracie come rounding out from the hallway.

“Winnie! Gracie! Winnie! Gracie!” Connor mimics like he is a photographer.

“Oh! Oh! He can have his phone!?” Savannah slaps Lio’s shoulder.

“He is a professional. Ma’am, don’t make me ask you to leave.” Lio quips. Lucie howls with laughter, clapping as Connor gets on his stomach and moves his phone in various wild angles while the flash goes off with each awful picture.

“Over here! Strike a pose!” Connor calls. 

The girls both pop a hip, trying to keep serious faces that turn into squinty eyes and pursed lips. 

“We call this princess high fashion! So chic. So glamorous! Absolutely gorgeous colors coming to a store near you!” Stella shrills into her microphone. “Go change!” Stella yell-whispers at Winnie and Gracie, who then scurry from the room, holding hands, laughing the whole way down to Winnie’s room. 

“Stelly, why aren’t your participating?” Lucie asks.

“I’m too old for this.” She rolls her eyes. She may be too old for dressing up, but Lucie is thankful she isn’t too old to participate in a different way.

“Okay, okay!” Stella yells when Winnie waves her hand out. “Next up, our final look, is Sporty WAG era.” 

“WAG!?!” Savannah shrieks with laughter.

Sure enough, Gracie comes dressed out in one of her mom’s blazers with her hair in a sloppy bun Winnie obviously threw together and Lio’s cell phone in her hand. 

“I can’t. Lio has hockey!” She shouts into the phone while stepping cautiously in the high heels from her mom’s closet.

Winnie comes out in one of the old Devils WAG jackets, feet stuffed in Lucie’s Nike she wore over here while clutching two stuffed animals. 

“Babies! Let’s go see daddy at the glass!”

“Awwww!!!!!” Lucie giggles. “Baby come here!!” Lucie opens her arms.

“Hey! No touching the models!” Lio laughs, trying to intersect. 

“Prevent me from hugging my kid and I will end you.” Lucie growls playfully, then snatches Winnie up into her lap. She smothers her face with smooches. Gracie hops over to Savannah and Lio, diving into their open arms. 

“Did I do good!?” Gracie yelps out excitedly.

“Perfect, baby. Did you have fun?” Lio asks. She nods excitedly.

“I’m gonna be a model when I grow up!”

“Ah yes… how full circle would that be for your daddy.” Lucie jokes.

“Yeah, kinda like your captain kink?” 

“Ah!” Lucie yells, hiding her face in Winnie’s bun. “Fine you win.” 

[silyabeeodess]

FusionFall Headcanons: Sunny Bridges

Sadly, Class of 3000's representation in the game is pretty minimal--with mainly just the Sunny Bridges' Auditorium giving it a spotlight. With that, my own headcanons for how its characters would fit in FusionFall have also been limited, as there just isn't much material to go off of. However, inspired from returning to some of the show's music, I'd like to expand on ideas I've had sprinkled with other posts I've made. For now, let's focus on none other than Sunny Bridges himself:

With the auditorium situated in what might be the heart of entertainment for the City areas, Marquee Row, it's unlikely that Sunny originally intended for it to be anything other than a typical venue. Likely constructed prior to his days as a teacher, he may not have even cared for it at all depending on whether or not it was built by the time he started losing his passion for music. It was just another mark of the fame that was wearing him down. However, after his experiences teaching, he started using the auditorium to give young and upcoming artists the chance to explore their own talent on a professional stage. Classes and workshops could be taught there alongside the big concerts, and the auditorium grew as a place of both education and community.

It should go without saying that his time as a teacher revitalized his passion, enough for Sunny to continue acting as a mentor. He might still have issues with the music industry itself, but he's found himself again, along with the importance of music in his life and the lives of those around him. Thanks to that, he wants to keep passing on those lessons and bits of wisdom to others.

That strength in music came in-full when the war hit. The invasion stretched across every community around the globe, with a sense of peace stripped from everyone. Even when nanos were introduced and the tide began to turn, with nothing to help people escape from the daily terrors and lack of normalcy, morale was low. However, that is one of the great powers of art: To give moments of escapism, beauty, and hope in otherwise awful situations. In a situation where people can't even walk out of their homes without facing monsters, where soldiers constantly roam through the streets, when all the places and things you did that you used to find comfort in have been taken from you... Music is something anyone can take part in no matter where they are or what they have. You don't even need tools or instruments when you've got a voice to sing with, feet to dance with, and hands to beat out a rhythm. Music is something any person can take with them anywhere and can be the most widespread and uplifting of the arts. Sunny knows this, and so his part of the war effort was to share that spirit with anyone who needed it.

The Fusion Fighter radio network was already established when Sunny began volunteering himself and his students. However, Sunny plays one of, if not the, biggest role for it. Besides his own music, he also has the connections to bring in many other great artists. Again, he may not like the music industry, but his knowledge of it and his work with his students has given him some means of handling a good chunk of the administrative stuff many other creatives can have difficulty managing. He can get a jumble of talents working like a well-oiled machine. He'll help set up live performances as well, particularly in the City areas and especially at the base in the underground mall.

Inevitably, these efforts that were once his step away from the spotlight have dragged Sunny back in. Before his name could fade from people's minds after he left stardom, he ended up becoming a figurehead among all of these war-time entertainers. Anyone who didn't know him before certainly knows him now, whether or not they're fans of his music. Resuming his celebrity status isn't something he wants, and he makes that point well-known. Nevertheless, he's also glad that his music is reaching people and for all the right reasons.

Sadly, Fuse does not think the same way. Of course, the tyrant won't go after artists the same as he will other figures in the war effort, but he has caught on to how much hope and inspiration Sunny gives to people. If Sunny is ever left vulnerable, Fuse's army will take the chance to take him out. On the upside, there's also plenty of soldiers who'll gladly protect the musician when called.

[thewillowtree3]

DAY 9 OF KORRA FITNESS!! ;DDDD!!❤️❤️💪🏽💪🏽❤️

AHH!! I FUCKING KILLED IT TODAY!! ;DDDD!! ❤️❤️ might be one of my fav days yet!! ;DDDD!! ❤️❤️

Did abs and legs today and it was SOO MUCH FUN!! ;DDDD!! ❤️❤️

3x10 reps of ab twists (front pulls) and ab twists (side twists), it’s the ab machine LOOL (DID THIS TO BLACKPINK’S “AS IF IT’S YOUR LAST!!” ;DDDD!! ❤️❤️) I WENT CRAZY!! ;DDDDD!!❤️❤️

3x10 reps of back presses hehe

10 reps of leg lifts :33

AND THE ROPE!! ;DDDDDD!! ❤️❤️ AHH THE ROPE WAS SOO MUCH FUN!! ;DDDD!! ❤️❤️ There was a giant rope that u had to pull like in those professional gyms and I’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO TRY IT AND I DID!! ;DDDD!! ❤️❤️ IT WAS SOO MUCH FUN!! ;DDDD!! ❤️❤️ hella hurt but my arm muscles FELT SOO BIG AFTER, bigger than they’ve ever felt before LMFAO LOOL (4 reps of that hehe)- did this to “Hurricane” by The Vamps which is my FAVORITE SONG THAT I‘VE BEEN PLAYING!! IT MAKES ME SOO FUCKING HAPPY AND ITS SO POSITIVE AND AHH!! ;DDDD!! ❤️❤️

ALSO played my fav songs at the gym SO THAT WAS HELLA AWESOME!! ;DDDDDD!! ❤️❤️

Did 30 reps of medicine ball tricep presses (wanted to do triceps today!! ;DDDD!! ❤️❤️)- I did this to Hunter Hayes “I Want Crazy” that I requested so I was LIVING!! ;DDDD!!❤️❤️

Tricep pulls (did this to Blackpink’s “Pink Venom” ;DDDD!! ❤️❤️)

Low rows lol

Then did 45 reps of medicine ball crunches :33

THIS WAS THE MOST FUN WORKOUT EVER AND DEF ONE OF MY FAV DAYS!! I HELLA KILLED IT AND I FEEL SOO FUCKING PROUD OF MYSELF!! ;DDDD!! ❤️❤️

AHH LETS FUCKING GOO!! ;DDDDD <33 ;DDD <33 XDDDD!!❤️❤️💪🏽🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️❤️🧡💛💚💚🤎💜🖤❣️💖🌈🌈✨💥🔥🔥❤️💪🏽

[arikihalloween]

I know none of the creators of the wttmv au are dead (currently) but what would you guys do if one if you guys really did die? What would happen to the character(s) they created? What would happen to the lore?

What is it with the fixation on one of us dying ?? Two asks in a row now

Please understand that this is also a deshumanising question

We are not a group of professional, a studio or anything of the sort

We are just a group of friends

Asking me what would happen to the lore if one of my close friends fucking died is unsettling if not actually triggering

Please refrain from asking such questions

(I am not mad, more so unsettled and I had to discuss this with the others, and some of them were just as unsettled if not down right triggered. That's just not a question to ask, we're people, not machines who produce stuff)