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[astutior]

@kerothi went a lil feral ♡'d.

"Are you sure it's ok for us to be here?" Something tells him that's not quite right. Namely, the no trespassing sign under Jean's left shoe.

[therosepetalrps]

『✣』 Belle stood rigid as he spat his parting words at her, hands curled into pettish fists at her sides. She felt like she was more entitled to the dramatic storming-out and door-slamming, but of course, she couldn't flee her own library. She looked at the book he'd tossed haphazardly on the shelf, the pen he'd endearingly asked to keep left behind on the counter, the card she'd dropped into the bin. To an outside observer, nothing was out of place. But to Belle, it felt like a tornado had whipped through and she was left standing among the wreckage. It suddenly felt deadly quiet without his nasally shouting.

She could feel the heat of the argument lingering in her cheeks. I wanted tae fuckin' help ye; I don't want tae fuckin' help anyone! She wasn't sorry for what she'd said — he had deserved it — but the ensuing silence felt uncomfortable and oppressive. It was unresolved. The needle had been flicked off the record, leaving the final note of the song hanging — unfinished.

She slumped down in her squeaky desk chair and rubbed her temples. God, what had even happened here?

✣ ✣ ✣ ✣ ✣

Belle thought little of Danny in the ensuing days. She crumpled the memory of him up like a piece of scrap paper and pushed it to the back of her mind. But then the boxes arrived. A truck pulled up, nearly onto the kerb, and two hulking men unloaded a series of cardboard boxes. Despite her objections, the boxes of old-stock computers and office equipment were stacked along the wall near the children's section — where they had since spent several weeks, acquiring a fine coat of dust.

Belle talked a big game, but she wasn't actually going to relegate perfectly functional electronics to a landfill. She couldn't bring herself to be so vengefully wasteful, despite her anger.

She'd attempted to phone him multiple times — taking his number from his application form — but hadn't gotten through. Maybe Danny's idea of 'business hours' differed from hers. Maybe the obnoxious bastard was scanning caller ID and deliberately ignoring her calls. That's when she started leaving the messages.

ᴩʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴇᴩ. ʙᴇᴇᴩ.

❝ 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎𝐎𝐍, 𝐌𝐑. 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄. 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇, 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘. 𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝐈 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄, 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃. 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐗𝐄𝐒. 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔. ❞

ᴩʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴇᴩ. ʙᴇᴇᴩ.

❝ 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, 𝐌𝐑. 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄. 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍. 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄. 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐔𝐏? 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊. ❞

ᴩʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴇᴩ. ʙᴇᴇᴩ.

❝ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘! 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒! 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒? 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒. 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐗𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘! ❞

ᴩʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴇᴩ. ʙᴇᴇᴩ.

❝ 𝐇𝐈, 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍, 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐎. 𝐈 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐙𝐄. 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐅— ❞

ᴩʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴇᴩ. ʙᴇᴇᴩ.

❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐄, 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄. 𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 ����𝐀𝐋𝐌. 𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆. 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃— ❞

It was around message seven or eight that Belle accepted the fact that she was locked in a battle of wits with an answering machine. It drove her mad. It wasn't even about the stupid computers anymore. It was the principle of the thing. He was taking these boxes back if it killed her.

He wasn't answering her calls. There was no home address on his form. 'Between places', he'd said. Well, that left her with only one option.

The clicking of the woman's heels came from behind the man as he was writing. She was upset, and he could feel the tension from the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. His writing didn't slow down getting everything put in his planner, but her words would hit him hard when she came around to face him again. "No reason to be afraid of me, love." He said low but more to himself than her. Wincing at the sound of the card being tossed in a trash can under the counter. 

Danny wasn't sure why she was upset at him; everything he spoke after told her he didn't care what she was afraid of. That was all to himself; that was all meant for him. "My externalized crisis shouldn't fuckin' concern you." He says before the last bit comes out of her mouth. His eyes twitched at that; she had every right to say that.

"I wanted tae fuckin' help ye; I don't want tae fuckin' help anyone!" Devine spits back at her before tossing the pen from his hand onto the counter. The one she had given him when they were being playful with each other. 

"I'll fuckin' go; I'll just fuckin' go." He repeated pushing himself away from the counter, not wanting to even touch his agenda. "Enjoy your fuckin' books," Danny says, turning as quickly as he had appeared and bolting for the door. The sinking feeling in his chest was ever presented like a weight was being pushed down on him. There was no way he could stay there; he felt like he couldn't breathe. 

[ryuucha]

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[sunghanne]

STAR RACER － ENHYPEN GREASE AU SERIES | PART 2 🚦

racer!enhypen & flaggirl!reader

PARTS: PROLOGUE, PART 1, PART 3 PART 4. coming soon...

TITLE: ST★R-RACER : PART 2. LOSING TIME

feat. ENHYPEN, TXT, STRAY KIDS?!

PLOT: in a small town during the 1950s, seems the only thing keeping careless teenagers entertained are drag races where only the elite participate. and those elite are known as star racers.

WARNINGS: coarse language, ooc idols, mention of death, light violence, sexual harassment, public humiliation, sleezy teenagers, manipulative personalities, slight angst, tba...

TAGLIST: @lalalalawon, @strvlveera comment your @/user to be added!

WORD-COUNT: 8.2k

NOTE: this part had no reason to be scrapped ten times. i apologise that half of this is just yeonjun being a dickhead 😭 but expect to see some new faces in this chapter and a little angst. would you like a playlist that fits each chapter because i'd be more than happy to make one. once again, there is writing in italic for defintions of 1950's slang. if it's distracting i can move it to a different section in every part. it's not proof read but eventually will be. i hope you enjoy !! likes, reposts and comments are all heavily appreciated, thank you.

you didn't see heeseung ever since the race for pinks.

no one did. it was like he vanished into thin air.

you couldn't sleep well at night, tossing and turning your head at the thought of something terrible that could've happened to him. or maybe the idea that he hated you so much he wanted nothing to do with you anymore.

you couldn't blame him if that was the case. after all, it was your foolishness that made him suffer.

“you cheater," you taut under your breath to yeonjun, arms weakly falling to your sides after letting go of sunghoon's hand. the male laying comfortably in his chariot continued to grin from one ear to the other, patiently sitting up from his laid position.

"try me," he gestured back quietly, quiet enough no one could hear the silent rebut between the two of you. the very words made you grimace, eyebrows sinking in dismay. he unlocked his front door, his dark leather derbies dusted with a thin coat of dust as he stepped out and the crowd parted ways for him. he made haste in trailing towards you and your body flinched at the incoming presence. your filthy heels began to step back, hesitation jittering your legs in uneasiness, "don't you back out of a bet now." he coaxed with his sweet voice, finishing it in a dreadful whisper. the light pushes the audience lashed against your back forcing you closer towards your impending doom.

"i'll clue you," you stubbornly responded through gritted teeth, darkened eyes narrowing and the intrigued boy halted in his shoes, "you've just ruined your career before it even started," your words made his questioning gaze lift and he was breathlessly chuckling at your remark, slender fingers combing through his gelled brunette locks in amusement. the flock of students murmured amongst themselves, pondering why you said such a claim.

definition:'i'll clue you'. > i'll give you a hint.

"like apple butter, ts'what i like about you the most," he shook his head side to side gently and you felt a flame lit under your cheeks in embarrassment at his unexpected reaction. his perfect teeth shone, smiling as he finished his brief laughing session and walked the final steps in your path. there was nowhere to turn as the crowd filed behind wherever yeonjun went and you lost count of the number of faces you didn't recognise.

"y/n!" sunghoon's low voice was drowned out by the noisy woos and cheers the opposition exclaimed and just as you spun around to track your friend, choi's heavy hand placed itself on your shoulder to prevent you from leaving.

your breath hitched in your throat when he tore off sunghoon's jacket around your shoulders and threw it behind him like it was a lousy pile of threads. the cruel gesture made you want to catch it before it could get soiled in the dirt and trampled on like some carpet but you couldn't. the sudden cold breeze against your once again bare skin indented with divots of goosebumps and you loathed the chain of catcalls that came with it.

"let's hit the road, we've got a long night ahead of us," he replaced sunghoon's jacket with his own and not even the foreign warmth of his could subdue the goosebumps on your skin. you couldn't imagine what dastard thoughts sunghoon was thinking of while he watched you get chauffered into yeonjun's car.

maybe he was fighting the crowd to get his jacket back instead. you wouldn't know because as soon as you sat on the leather-clad seats of your enemy's car, you never looked back. as a familiar bundle of voices shouted out your name, you were glad you didn't because you couldn't handle the humiliation of being taken so easily.

the transforming evening sky had swirled the orange hues out, now darkened in a rich mixture of navy blue and purple, white bright splatters painted across the view. the car ride was silent, the only form of sound leaking through yeonjun's overpriced aux. his concentrated fingers tapped to the beat of the song, the dark leather-encircled steering wheel sounding flat and dense each time he hit it.

you pondered thoughtlessly, at what could've happened when you left the race track. heeseung could've tried to drive again and skidded off the edge, crashing to his demise. or maybe jay was proclaiming more about your 'whoring' activities and planning some get-up with pitchforks and torches waiting for you at home; swearing it was just a prank to your angered mother if she ran outside with a broom and fussed.

a click of irritation rung in your mouth, tongue against your front teeth at such boorish daydreams you used to escape the current situation you laid in. yeonjun must've gotten sick of your non-responsive behaviour and you heard the radio turn down in an instant. "head in the clouds, cherry?" yeonjun provoked but you kept silent at his call, head turned the other way to watch the glowy streaks of passing lamp posts flash by.

his dusky eyes flickered up to his rearview mirror which had two plush dice hanging from it and they shot in the air at every speed bump yeonjun crossed over. he noticed the crossing of your arms against your chest and your distant demeanour, immediately switching targets back on the busy road ahead. "don't like my tunes?" he humoured while he gently pistioned his foot on the break, coming to a clean stop at a red light. he swiftly raised his hand and rested his forefingers on the car stereo only to use his index to press a clicky button a few times.

each radio station cut off by one another sounded like a rundown movie theatre and he finally stopped at the station playing a slow, sedative song. you had to admit, the change in tunes somehow lifted the heft to communicate in the air.

song recommendation: i fall in love too easily > chet baker.

he noticed your shoulders start to relax and he bit back a giddy smile at his successful efforts, "i don't like it when you're down in the dumps," yeonjun remarked, hoping for some chain reaction from you. he was startled to find your deep irises burn holes into him from the rearview mirror.

"well, i don't see myself out of this bust any time soon," you replied irritatingly, uneasy hands clasping at the thin fabric of your top. his sight followed where your hands went, silently tracing the curves of your body.

"why do you hate me, doll face," he nagged with a squint of his eyes. you scoffed like he'd said a terrible joke.

"you being funny? heeseung could've died because of you and you're wonderin' if i hate you or not?" you gawked and he broke sight of your, head turning to his side window.

"so it's 'cause i played around with one of your boy friends, you hate me?" he tried to simplify and you were vexed at his patronising statement.

"clear as mud. we will never get along. we're enemies," you retorted while watching the colony of cars in front of you pass by. your hands removed itself from around your sides and to the fabric of clothing around you, wrapping it around you tighter as a cold gust blew past. the boy watched you graciously, his pink lips parting at his next statement.

"really now? your refusal to look me in the eyes says otherwise," he responded while you immediately attempted to prove him wrong by returning the gaze. you noticed the week-old bruise on his face return to it's original colour than it's previous painful violet hue.

"that's because i hate you," you grumbled while leaning closely towards his eager face to exaggerate your point. he reciprocated bravely, face just inches from yours with half-lidded eyes and raised eyebrows.

"yeah? well you got a funny way of showin' it. comfortable in your jacket?" he chirped through his chuckle and your face blared in a hot mess. your hands clearly on his material to coat your bare chest. frantic, you dropped your hands to your sides and allowed the jacket to undo itself.

"you bash ears," you rasped in a fluster and reeled your head to look out your passenger's window like previously. yeonjun amusingly laughed once again just as the green light appeared and stepped on the gas with a sudden rekindled light in his head.

definition:'you bash ears'. > you talk too much.

you'd never been on this side of town a lot. this was choi yeonjun's gang's turf. turfs should never be overstepped by crews that didn't own them. clearly something yeonjun never found a problem with.

the loud scrape of a seat caused by yeonjun urged you to sit down, pulling out a chair as if he were some gentleman. he sidestepped as you sat down and seated himself on the blue chair opposite from you. he slid a talk menu towards you on the white porcelain dining table but you were too distracted by the change of scenery to notice.

everyone was in blazers, suits, preppy skirts and other heavy-duty threads. every person your age looked as though they had just finished their bachelor of arts degree and were now going into their final year of college. you hated that it was somewhat intimidating. and you hated that the only familiar outlet you had was the devil himself sitting across from you.

"on me, dolly," he calmly reminded while you hadn't even touched your menu yet. his solemn gaze changed direction from the menu, that covered half of his face, to your quiet self. you were still taking in the atmosphere, oblivious to his piercing gaze, "still dreaming?"

no reaction. that was all it took for him to see red. choi yeonjun shouldn't have expected you to be happy-go-lucky on your forced night out. but, the fact you didn't even stand up for yourself anymore made him act rationally. it was starting to bore him.

the light graze of one's fingernails ghosted against your knee and that immediately brought the attention yeonjun wanted back to him like a spotlight. you furrowed your brows at his sudden motion and used the arms folded on your lap to swipe him off.

"behave. this is our bet, remember?" he coldly questioned with eyes so wide and round it almost made your skin crawl at his terrifying duality. you bit your lip with a small nod and forced your back to lean, arms retracting with the action and yeonjun could comfortably trap your knee in his hands once more. somehow, you felt an overbearing aura radiate off the male as he sucked air through his teeth, pleased with your compliance.

of course. what all men were after at the end of the day. nothing but a touch of skin that defined one's sexual appeal. you'd be lying if you said this was the worst thing you envisioned yeonjun would be doing on your night out, but it didn't make it any less unsettling.

wishing the conversation at the red light had perhaps gone differently, you wouldn't see yourself in such a difficult situation. your eyebrows curled upwards while his fingers ran up your lower thigh next, soft butterfly-like touches during the motion.

just as you were about to grab his wrist to unhand you, the waitress had come to yeonjun's signal. his free hand dropped from the air and he began to order as if his hands weren't about to creep under your denim shorts. you gritted your teeth and when his stern watch laid back on you when asked what you'd order, you spoke with a precarious voice, "strawberry milkshake."

noting down the list of orders, the waitress skipped off and yeonjun gave a satisfied grin at your behaviour. what if the waitress could see what he was doing underneath the table? what if she knew but didn't care for the fact rowdy teens always acted out in places like this? you felt so helpless and alone, regardless whether there were people all over the joint and a collection of cars parked outside the window.

"stop," you whispered roughly, eyes peering down at the table to avoid eye contact. yeonjun didn't budge, wanting to elicit a longer response, "you've won. so let it go."

his eyebrows softened at your revelation but his hand didn't drop guard, "what if i don't?" he whispered back in the same frail tone as yours mockingly, leaning closer towards your face with a pout on his lips. you frowned at his attempt to rile you up and it started to make the gears in your head turn at his mannerisms.

"you wouldn't. you're not that kinda person," you pleaded with seethed teeth as you finally returned your longing gaze to his. his orbs traced yours while he stared back into yours so intimately, almost losing his mind at your doe eyes that had a sense of desperation laced into them.

the grip on your thigh loosened while he tried to appeal himself. "then what kinda guy d'you take me for?" he asked with eyebrows feathering lightly. you tread lightly, cautious with your next carefully crafted answer.

"a guy who only wanted to prove himself," you pieced together and yeonjun's hand had removed itself from your leg altogether. yeonjun was made out a fool because of your clique. it still bothered him more than he let out, but you saw right through him. he pressed a tongue against the insides of his mouth, gaze faltering when it flicked to the side away from you and you knew you'd won this time. he was satisfied with your rebuttal and let you off the hook.

"when i said you're the kinda girl a guy would bend the rules for, i meant it," he quoted with a returning gaze. and he did, in the worst way possible. a brutal reminder of what kind of stunt he pulled on heeseung just to get you on this date with him. surely, a calculated move to get your friends in a frenzy.

"unreal. lodging me to this hunk of junk, somewhere my friends can't find us on purpose, ain't that right?" you pressed on and he started to unravel something from his jeans pocket, immediately contaminating the sugary diner scent with brash tobacco.

he was smoking. just the last thing you wanted, "you want a five star restaurant next time?" he exhaled and blew the fog in your face as though you were nothing but a worthless smoking area sign, "need some?" he asked while your face grimaced at the smoke.

"there won't be a next time; neither do i smoke," your refusal had him smirking with the stick poking out of his lips, intrigued. he learnt more about you the more he spent time in your company and he enjoyed that, "you're afraid of them, aren't you?"

"your guard dogs? why would i be scared of a circus act like them," he cooed, annoyed at your remark to pin him as 'scared'. you furrowed an eyebrow at his nickname for your friends and you wanted to rip his pride apart.

"then what's the point in this little game of yours," you seethed out, head tilting in inquiry. he leaned his arm forward to tap ashes into the ashtray in the middle of the table, taking the brisk moment to think.

"can't a guy want to treat his girl to a night out?" he questioned with a receiving smirk placed on his face. you wanted to gag at the thought of being called 'his girl'. yeonjun was nothing but an annoying prickle in your side, one minuscule move and he would remind you of his presence.

"not your girl, choi. i'm your bait," your chest heaved regret, sighing when the circumstances examined from afar wasn't in your favour at all

"like a moth to the flame. i'd like to see the mugs on those frats when they realise they've been beat," he consoled with no remorse and you wanted to hit the pavement as soon as the argument was over. was it too late to take back your sincere comment on the kinda guy yeonjun was? because maybe that wasn't the case at all.

a brisk moment of stillness passed and the waitress returned to place your orders on the table. somehow, you'd lost your meek appetite. maybe it was the previous conversation or the waft of cigarettes lingering on your beverage that had this effect.

"do enjoy your strawberry milks, don't you?" he questioned while snuffing the bud in an ashtray off the side and dropping it on the tin. "you like to think of sucking it off my finger again?" it was like he was a different person when you finally saw through him and knew he no longer had to sugarcoat his words to win you over. because he already got what he wanted, your concise reaction to being nothing but a pawn in his cunning game of deliberate revenge.

his enquiry made your chest squeeze at his belittling comment, sick of being played like a fool, "i think you're a sicko," you began and just as he was about to place a fry between his teeth, you took off his jacket draped over your shoulders and slung it on the table, rattling the dishes and cutlery on impact. and just what you aimed for, the milkshake. the pink drink painted his top and jeans, most of all, his face with milk, "suck on that."

and at that, you hopped up from your seat and stormed towards the very same door you entered in, ignoring the attention of everyone lingering behind you. the male was awestruck for a moment and like a movie resuming, he became animated again when the ringing of bells chimed in the diner. you charged forward, dismissing the muffled yell of your name within the establishment behind and towards the end of the car park.

a surge of adrenaline taking over your body while your heels echoed off the hard asphalt ground, jogging as cool and calmly as you could before immediately regretting giving his jacket away because shit it was cold. your lack of layers didn't aid you at all and worst of all, your ride home was now gone.

but you didn't blame yourself one bit, choi yeonjun deserved it. to get you to such a vulnerable state and lift you just to tear you down right after was such a fucked up thing to do. it's moments like these you prayed that a miracle would happen. like sunghoon wasn't getting strangled by two guys the last time you saw him and came in with his sleek ride all fine and dandy.

you were stranded in the most unfamiliar part of town you knew and after gaining several blocks away from the diner, you gave up and sat on the curb like a vagabond. "you did it now, y/n," you monologued and sighed with your knees pressed against your chest. there was no way you'd find yourself home.

but anything was better than sitting in a diner with pouty lips constantly ringing in your ears and inquiring about you every passing minute. so your eyes closed with a profound sense of peace away from such a suffocating individual. then, your eyes never opened.

only did you regain consciousness with the loud beep of cars and flashing headlights on the road ahead of you. at the alarming rate, your arm was being towed away.

panicked, you yelled in fear and flailed your arms to break such a tight grasp. the unknown specimen veered around to you and it was none other but jay to your rescue. the bright headlights against the side of his face highlighted his strong features well. you relaxed at the sight and realised the loud commotion on the street was from his car parked in the middle of the road that he so smartly did upon seeing your figure sitting on the curb.

"you idiot," you beamed at him with furrowed eyebrows, too fatigued to say anything smarter when he gently lifted your arm over his neck so he could transport you easier, your tired heels dangling from the floor when he stood up straight. you didn't remember anything about the car ride back. you must've been too exhausted and too cold to interact. jay dropped you home and made sure to place his sweater over your body so your mother didn't fuss at the skimpy clothes you wore.

but along with that, he said something about heeseung going missing. that the only thing found was his drenched ride at the spot you and sunghoon last saw him. that was probably the last night you slept peacefully since the announcement, tired out of your mind to really register the severity of it all.

your morning was sluggish the next day, waking up to see jay's clothes around your body and your discarded necktie tied around your wrist wasn't what you were expecting. so as soon as you washed up, changed your clothes and kissed your ma bye, you were racing to jay's garage, lengthy skirt kicking high in the air with every stride your feet took.

reaching the destined location in town, you knocked on the rolling garage door of his father's enterprise and await a response. the door began to retract upwards and you were met with jay standing with his hand still on the revolving door switch. his brows were raised but his mouth was pouting in that one face he always made but it soon melted into a smile at the sight of you. the other five men in the garage mirrored his reaction and looked so happy to see you safe and sound.

if there was a way you could hug them all at once, you'd do it but the last time that happened you almost got sent to the e-r for air loss so you stood there with a fiddling bottom lip while collecting the right words to say, "fuck. i'm so sorry, you guys," you expectantly wailed with their bodies immediately swooping you in reassurance and forgiveness.

jay placed both his calloused hands on your shoulders and sat you down on a workbench with him and his nice masculine scent wafted to your senses with every breath you took, something you didn't realise you dearly missed. upon sitting down, you couldn't miss the sight of heeseung's tarnished car on standby in the centre of the garage. the atmosphere turned heavy and you realised that the situation was more serious than you first envisioned if it's got these rowdy boys quiet for the first time.

"no news on lee, i assume," you hesitantly brought up and you saw a few of the men shake their heads slowly. to see the vehicle that was always winning gold so empty and abandoned like landfill turned your stomach unpleasantly. jungwon was in his usual coveralls with his dirty white gloves, a singular rag in hand as he tried his best to clean the remnants of car oil amidst it.

"nothin'. checked his house, even used a phone booth to ring up his number and, stalemate," jake replied on behalf of everyone and it made your heart falter at the reality that he was really gone.

"those knob-heads don't know anything about it?" you asked while referring to yeonjun's fleet from the race who had encased him in this situation in the first place.

"we were splittin' their wigs and trust me, nun' of them know anything," jay plaused, shaking out his sore knuckles that were blooming with red swipes across them. you only assumed that soobin and his lackeys escaped by the skin if their teeth after sunghoon informed everyone else about their scheme.

definition:'split a wig'. > to beat up someone.

"i'm beat..." you were lost for words at the situation and the other boys expected this reaction. where did heeseung go? and why did he up and go without saying anything?

"y/n, i wanna clear the air between us," jay shifted in his position and brought your attention back to him, gripping the workbench beneath him as he leaned over a little to watch your expression.

"no sweat, i'm over it now," you claimed and held your eyebrows upwards in empathy, a small smile on your face but you couldn't really be happy. lee's absence was clearer than day of the despair hanging in the atmosphere. you knew the other guys thought the same way, jungwon probably missed doing car modifications on his sweet ride every weekend. modifications that didn't consist of cleaning splatters on the dash and windows that finished with heeseung's grateful praises. meanwhile jake probably missed the silly handshake they'd do every time they regrouped.

"no, i was so outta line. i'd never want you to think i saw you that way 'nd, really, it's none of my business what you do with yourself," he shyly apologised and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, unsure if his words would do the trick. but he relaxed as a soft pad of one's fingers massaged his coarse knuckles like a painkiller.

"you already proved yourself when you found me on the curb last night. i dunno how you did it. oh, and, your sweater's in the wash," you forgave his prideless apology and the corner of his lips tugged into a half smile.

"my jay-p-s went off, that's how," he kidded and abruptly yelled out in agony when you pressed down on his bruising knuckles as revenge. no one laughed at his joke but a few cracked up at his gruelling reaction in return.

"he'll be here all night, folks!" jungwon added onto the effect and you giggled lightly at the returning mannerisms of some of the guys.

"no but, how did you?" you inquired once again and he looked guilty for a split second, innocently peeking up at his ceiling as though he'd gotten a new paint job on it.

"you kiddin' me? obviously, if choi had you in his ride, i was hauling ass behind him," he admitted and you raised an eyebrow with an intrigued smile.

definition:'haul ass'. > driving fast.

"you didn't see anything, did you?" you questioned with a concerned raise of your eyebrow. jay shook his head, holding onto his elbow with one hand while the free one was against his lips as he grazed his mouth on his nails in hesitation.

"hey... choi didn't, y'know, do anything to ya?" jay reluctantly asked and scanned your sitting pose from top to bottom in worry. immediately the skin ripping feeling of his hand all over your thigh flashed back like a nightmare and a dry lump in your throat swallowed. you'd almost forgotten all about the night out with yeonjun and the confusing, hurtful things he did to you.

jay noticed your demeanour and his doubtful body language stiffened at the idea of yeonjun putting you through hell with his absence allowing it to happen. your shifting gazes settled back on his angered face and you instantly reassured him, "no. choi isn't the freamer you think he is." jay sat up straighter and shook his head disapprovingly.

"hard to believe when you're quizzing me if i seen anything or not," he retaliated afterwards and you grew quiet at that again. in your eyes, yeonjun wasn't a half-bad guy. anyone else who had you alone and afraid in a part of town you'd been in before would've taken advantage of such a vulnerable state.

yet, yeonjun only played mind games with you and succeeded in breaking through you. but when it came to the deed he did to heeseung, that was a whole different story.

the warm hold of someone's long arms wrapped around your waist pulled you out of your destructive thoughts and when you slowly peered up to see the person in action, you weren't expecting riki. he leaned all his weight atop of you and gradually slid down your shirt to your long, comforting skirt which he laid his head against, "i was a lump of coal without you, y/n," he admitted and you smiled a little at his sincerity. his dark hair pressed against your comfortable lap made his eyes flutter closed, taking in your familiar scent like some house cat.

"we all were," jake added and you scanned the entire room and the sweet faces of your friends looking back longingly. of course, the only other place you'd rather be. the company of such friends within this diesel-scented garage, circus-act or not.

"sorry, i couldn't stop 'em from dragging you away. the crowds were flippin'," sunghoon apologised, the guilt most likely eating him alive when he never saw you again that night.

"i just hope you got your jacket back," you cited and his sharp fangs grinned at that giddy remark.

"i did," he answered back and you sighed in relief. it was a pretty nifty jacket at that. jungwon clapped his hands and sought the attention of everyone back to him.

"let's beat feet, i'm craving a double-decker burger," jungwon abruptly suggested, hopping up to his feet and wiping his forearm against his forehead. the proposal resulted in a tide of encouragement echoing against the garage walls, and a stroke of oil above jungwon's eyebrows.

definition:'beat feet'. > depart quickly.

"you're what?!" everyone yelled in unison, knives and forks hitting their porcelain dishes loudly and earning all attention from everyone else dining in the establishment.

"i'm dropping outta school, that's the buzz," sunoo parroted and your eyes widened at the reveal. he clicked his tongue and leaned over the counter to reach for a fry within jay's plate to eat, despite being the very worker who delivered it to him, "my old folks were frosted when i told them i lost a hundred and ten bucks. so now i gotta work it back."

definition:'frosted'. > angry.

"you kiddin'? why would you admit that?" jake asked with his mouth ajar in total skepticism. sunoo stuck his chin out and waved his head side to side, exaggerating his hissy remark simultaneously.

"well, what do you think i tried first? they didn't believe my tale about the papers blowing away in the wind because apparently i never go outside," outraged, most likely at his parent's assumption, sunoo rolled his eyes arrogantly at such inferences. jake held himself back from beratting the boy in uniform while jay laughed out loud with a mouthful of fries.

"cash blowing away? what kinda excuse is that you dud!" jay meanly teased and sunoo was about to lose his cool behind the counter.

"hey, you try and come up with an excuse on the spot. it's harder than you think," he argued while wiping his salt-coated fingertips on his clean apron.

"surely you would've thought of one the moment you betted fifty-five fuckin' dollars," sunghoon's input immediately shut down sunoo's rebuttal.

"okay? who could've seen heeseung hyung losing by getting drowned in oil happening?" his insensitive wording made the group run quiet as if a noisy stream of a faucet was abruptly turned off. the awkward tension made sunoo regret his sentence, "no one. exactly."

"cool it," jay snapped, unhappy with the other boy's decision to bring up such a topic with no remorse. sunoo recoiled his arms that were resting atop the counter and looked taken aback by the crushed chattery atmosphere.

"kay. just so you know not to look for me if i'm not in math on monday," sunoo concluded while refusing to look at anyone's eyes. the lack of responses just made your head nod in return and take a sip of your cold cola, the loud straw only adding to the awkwardness.

riki splayed his arms out on the counter, limbs long enough to overhang off the edge whilst in the motion and he groaned into the hard surface, "we're at a low," he confessed, only saying what everyone else had on their mind. the diner bells rang and the just arriving customers whispered amongst themselves, some a little too loud. loud enough for you to pick up that they were talking about your group and the failure of yesterday's race.

the instance brought a question up, "who's interested in takin' star racer?" jay's voice asked around and an alarming amount of responses returned. no one. no one made a sliver of sound.

"why not you again, hyung? people would pin you," riki suggested and jay had to think about it.

"jungwon?" jay turned to his friend who was too invested in his awaited burger to prep himself. his eyebrows furrowed while he swallowed down his previous bite.

"c'mon. i like to fix cars, not drive 'em," he responded and jay made a scoffing sound with his mouth.

"same thing," he responded with eyes scanning the ceiling as he jostled the ideas in his head to try and find a connection between the two himself, clearly just spewing out answers without thought.

"no, they really aren't," jungwon wrapped up and jay gave up his pestering. instead, he turned towards sunghoon who shrugged his shoulders in return.

jake, his next victim held his hand out flat and tilted it side to side, motioning there was a fifty-fifty chance he'd go for it, "dunno. something just ain't right taking hyung's spot like that," he fessed and sunghoon agreed.

"sunoo," you playfully recommended and the male in question shot you a look of fright. the other boys started cooing his name and pulling at his uniform mockingly.

"i don't have the time for those games. i'm a working man," he replied instantly, swiping the bickering male's hands off his uniform and readjusting his hat to sit on his hair properly. but his refusal fell on deaf ears because the following day, sunoo was strapped in jay's car with his hands on the wheel and an exasperated expression glued on his face.

"hey! seriously?!" he shouted in retaliation while his wide hazel eyes were scanning the view in front of him. right in the middle of the dried-up dam, you and the other men stood in a group aside from sunoo bursting out the seams at his predicament.

"sunoo, whatever you do, don't press on the right pedal," jay shone a quick smile and banged the dash of his vehicle loudly before skipping away while sunoo scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. might this be a reminder that sunoo had never driven a car before.

"don't what?!" he yelled while cluelessly stepping on the said pedal, making the car suddenly veer forward and stop with a violent recoil, sending the boy's nose into the steering wheel. his high-pitched scream was enough to make your gut clutch tighter in laughter. you hadn't laughed like this in what seemed like centuries ago.

"thank god you y'got that safety belt on! otherwise, you would be flying, candy ass!" sunghoon called out and the brashness of his words made sunoo freak out more than he already was.

you needed moments like these. you didn't know how you could've made it through such a lonesome week without your friends. the routine would repeat, go to school, meet up at jay's garage to help wipe down heeseung's abandoned chariot, and try your best to sleep. it was hard but you didn't think anyone else had it harder than jungwon though. his connection with the car was deeper than you ever could comprehend and he always stayed longer with it than everyone else, pleading to jay's dad to let him stay after hours.

you wished your little group could stay close like this forever. but it didn't. instead, it was slowly tearing apart.

jay was crowned star racer again. not much of a surprise to you. the only thing surprising you were the come-and-go of the title when he, jake and sunghoon lost the upcoming weekend.

and so the week after was all the same. jay's pride was damaged, harder than it ever had been before. so much that he pulled out of racing for a bit to 'work things out'. you had your suspicions to what that could indicate but if jay suddenly came back and announced he had to leave as well to go on some holiday, you think you'd tear your hair out.

"i have to leave to go on some holiday," his statement made jungwon drop the tool he had in his hand, colliding on the hard cement with a loud thwack.

"you goof, tell me this is a bit," you begged while staring at jay who entered through the mesh door of the garage that connected to the main facility of his establishment.

"s'not a bit. i just got off the ear with my old man," he implored while running his hand through his black straight hair. your group was splitting and this was the turning point where you realised it. your hands bunched up the fabric of your light sundress, head slowly dropping to the ground in dismay.

"ey, cheer up, keeper. i'll be back before y'know it," he softly comforted while noticing your disappointed facade. you lifted your head and returned your gaze to the boy with upturned eyebrows.

definition:'keeper'. > a close friend.

"you'd better, or expect a bad review on your dad's dashboard," you tried to joke but it still bothered you that the missing numbers in your group were increasing.

that left three eligible racers to turn the tides on the fractured track record of your school's wins. sunghoon, jake and riki. your familiar tall friend's blonde hair waved in the passing breeze, sunglasses propped on his hair almost covered by his gold tufts.

he was chewing something like gum in his mouth, tilting his side mirror to face him for a split second to view himself. satisfied, he returned it back to it's previous placement and returned his focus to the drag strip in front of him.

"who's that stud? i've never seen him before," people's gossip travelled to your ears while you stood at the sidelines, watching as the flag girl from the other school was preparing herself for the race. "that's nishimura."

"nishimura riki? i thought he stopped racin' for good," the whispers continued mindlessly and a lightbulb in your head turned on as you remembered exactly what they were talking about.

a couple of months back, the fuzz was called on the scene in the middle of a race when riki was in it. why? because his car wasn't even his car. it was stolen.

definition:'fuzz'. > the police.

when the police arrived, everyone had to run out of the scene to not get caught. the police went ape at the illegal races. he was caught and pulled the age card, blaming it on peer pressure which was total bullshit. he knew what he did, sneaking into his neighbour's car, god knows how he did it, and successfully copping the vehicle into the drag strip. to you, it was funny as hell watching riki get chased down by the fuzz while screaming like a girl.

but to the other students from both your and the opposition's school, this gave riki a bad rep. nobody liked having their parents called and getting scolded for going to unsolicited grounds where adolescents were gambling, smoking and passing booze around. since then, riki never got admitted to another race again.

till today, that is.

today's opposition was a tough crew. in your eyes, they were nothing but a group of stray kids that had tires for brains.

"hwang hyunjin, that sly dog," sunghoon cussed under his breath, right beside you with his hands in his signature jacket's pockets and a cigarette in his mouth. you craned your head upwards to look at him curiously only to find him distracted, head turned forward to stare at the crowd. no, not the crowd but the boy in front of it to be exact. radiant red hair highlighted by a nearby lamp post made a boy seem unreal from the mob behind him. his appearance made him look like he starred in a hollywood movie and you were all just side characters.

"i hope you're not getting a case of the zorro's, star racer," you teased while your arms crossed over your chest and you watched one of his cheeks lift while he smiled at the title.

"i'm not. i've just faced off with him before and he's no joke. as alarmin' as that mop on his head," he insulted and a chuckle poured out of your lips in response. hyunjin was talking to the boy in the vehicle beside riki's, someone you'd never seen before.

"who's that new rug rat?" you questioned, referring to the individual you didn't recognise and his youthful appearance. sunghoon furrowed his eyebrows while blowing smoke between his lips, trying to see the boy in the distance.

defintion:'rug rat'. > small children.

"that tag-along is always with their crew," he answered, a weird answer to your ears at that. the newbie's head faced forward again and while he smiled, something against his teeth shone. the boy had braces. his boyish appearance quelled you in confusion.

"does no one know who he is?" you asked sunghoon again, hoping he'd somehow know as he affiliated with racers more than you did. an unknown deep voice from behind you chimed in instead, sending shivers down your spine at the abrupt interference.

"yang jeongin," the figure crept into your view and you were met with dark irises staring down at yours and light specks of what looked like freckles on his nose left you were puzzled if such a rash voice belonged to a boy with such soft features.

"felix," sunghoon spoke and the male with ashy-dyed locks grinned at him, "steady off our turf, mind you," your friend lowly warned and the boy held his hands up while taking a minuscule step backwards onto the edge of the drag strip.

"easy, i don't bite," he playfully cooed while dropping his hands to his side and settling them inside his back pockets. you observed him, top to bottom and wow. he was a sight. ash-coloured hair almost as silver as sunghoon's except it was styled in a mullet, the back of his hair spiking past his neck. his brown eyes clocked down into yours for a second, taking in your appearance just the same, "hey chickababe."

definition:'chickababe'. > an attractive girl.

sunghoon's arm ghosted against yours while you replied to the boy in front of you, "hey, freckles," you smiled and his head playfully tilted to the side at your nickname for him, "i'm sorry to tell you that yang's going down."

his eyebrow raised at your revelation, "ey, ice it. he might hear you." his head turned behind him for a brief moment while the nonchalant response startled you, was he really downplaying his mate? noticing the surprise in your raising expression, he chuckled, "just kidding. tell rick' my condolences for his loss."

the competitiveness aura in the air intensified, his insult towards your friend ringing in your ears, "his name's riki. you not around here, are you?" you doubted with squinted eyes still focused on the male, clearly trying to rile the stranger up at his tedious claims. riki was actually good at racing, just always outshined by the older boys to have a chance.

"matter of fact, i'm not," he proved you wrong proudly and you weren't entirely shocked at his response. you could hear it in his voice, a foreign accent lacing his words altogether, "born in australia."

"really? how are things down under?" you questioned, intrigued by the new acquaintance.

definition:'down under'. > nickname for australia.

"swell. you want'ta ask my number next?" he teased and you arrogantly rolled your eyes at his complacent flirting. sunghoon subtly snaked his arm around your waist and you acknowledged his advances with a lift of your head towards his.

"watch it, y/n breaks hearts," sunghoon mused and you scoffed at his antagonising banter. leaning closer towards the male around you, you picked the cigarette in his mouth and held it in front of him meanly, toes digging into the dirt when you shifted your weight onto them just to reach.

"quit the propaganda," you complained in annoyance. the taller male just leaned down to your hand placed in the air and bit on the cold end of the bud, soft lips against your stern fingers daringly to take it back.

"sorry, sweetheart," he requited and the words were pleasing to your ear. felix shifted his foot, noisy pebbles scratching against his converses breaking your attention from sunghoon and back to him in an instant.

"y/n, that's your name," he echoed, his attractive accent glazing your name in a way only your heart understood at the tug it resulted in. your encounter with the male was interrupted abruptly when the cold gust of wind against your backside made you flinch and look back to find your skirt mid-air, just held up by the hands of another unfamiliar face.

you gasped in shock, turning around in an instant whilst flattening the flying fabric to lay back against you. the brash male caught red-handed only laughed, head thrown back and his palms pressed against his abdomen while his long legs strode right past you and next to felix. someone who you'd hope is just as concerned except he was laughing with the perpetrator. your face burned like an open fire, embarrassed at such a trick being pulled on you.

sunghoon tossed his cigarette into the dirt, stepping on it as he drove forward to grapple onto the dirtbag's shirt, "you'd better crawl right back in that ditch y'came from before i lay you dead on the track," sunghoon lashed out, the boy pausing his laughing session and glaring right back at him with a sinking head.

"jesus, don't have a cow, i was just playin'," the stranger complained and you could hear a similar accent in his voice as felix's. sunghoon, with clenched teeth, released the other boy's collar with a harsh recoil of his fists when he stepped back.

"apologise," he ordered, half pissed at the guy and most definitely at the scrapped cigarette he had to put out. the curly black-haired boy just glanced at felix, a weirded-out smile placed on his face.

"she your missus or something?" he ogled while looking at you when you deliberately turned away. sunghoon fought back everything inside him to not toss the unfamiliar presence in front of riki's car to get him ran over in return for his prowling statements.

"doesn't change the fact your hard-on's making you act out in front of a girl," your friend retaliated, resulting in the other specimen faking a laugh, sneaking a glance at his black jeans meanwhile. you peered up at sunghoon and saw him biting back a mean smile which made you want to burst out laughing at him noticing the discreet peek the stranger did as well.

"apologise, chan hyung," felix nagged, clearly receiving second-hand embarrassment for his friend. the boy now known as chan nodded his head and swiped his nose with his thumb briefly, also slightly embarrassed.

"yeah, my bad, my bad," he replied repeatedly and you finally looked up at him. strong bone structure and thick eyebrows that did a terrible job at hiding his emotions was your first thought when his eyebrows cocked downwards upon your gaze.

"you owe my friend a smoke," you retorted, referring to the very man beside you who looked pleased with your answer. chan scattered his hands along his body robotically, nothing rustling or sounding like a packet even when he smacked his pockets.

"sorry to disappoint but i don't carry any on me," he shook his head while steering his sight to sunghoon next. you furrowed your brows and looked to felix instead who shook his head to signal neither did he. "he does." a thumb shot behind chan's shoulder and pointed towards the cherry head on the other side of the track.

"him? he your star?" you questioned and instead of earning an immediate yes, chan shot you a weird look with an engrossed expression. your sight flickered between hyunjin and him, confused.

"what'dya talking about? you're looking at him," felix intercepted while placing his hand on his chest, peering at you as if you'd just killed his whole family in front of him. your mouth was wide, not sure how to reply at the sudden surprise. screams of the viewers sounded and the race catapulted in the next passing seconds. you couldn't comprehend anything, except the equally surprised utterance on sunghoon's face.

[elysian-noctuary]

Takuma Ino bio

“ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ, ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴡᴀʏ ɪꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ. ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛꜱᴜ ꜱᴏʀᴄᴇʀʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪ’ᴍ ɴ���ᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍᴀʀᴛᴇꜱᴛ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, ꜱᴏ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ. ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ᴡʜʏ ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ, ɪ ᴀꜱᴋ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ, ‘ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴅᴏ?’"

THINGS / ASKS / HC / THREADS / MUSINGS / WIKI

BASICS

Name: Takuma Ino

Nickname(s): TBA

Age: 21

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 190 lbs

Species: Human

Sex and pronouns: Male, he/him

Birthday: November 27th (Sagittarius)

Orientation: Bisexual (femme preference)

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Ino is a young man of average height with disheveled brown hair usually kept under his signature ski-mask rolled up into a beanie-type hat. Hidden by his hair, Ino has a scar going across the left side of his forehead. He wears a wide-collared black sweatshirt and matching black pants tucked into his high-topped sneakers.

PERSONALITY

Takuma Ino is a genuine and cheerful person with a more positive outlook on things than most jujutsu sorcerers. He doesn't believe he's the smartest person around and has a lot of respect for Nanami. Whenever Ino finds himself in a tough situation, he asks himself what would Nanami do.

Ino believes it's important to proceed through life doing things the right way, especially with dirty work like being a jujutsu sorcerer. This is a large part of Ino's honor code, so much so that he refuses to advance to grade 1 without Nanami's approval.

Ino is very young for a sorcerer and gives off a little brother type of vibe, so everyone tends to help him out. When he's around people younger than himself, he has a tendency to show off his jujutsu knowledge and maturity.

When it was time for Ino to step up and lead on Nanami's behalf, he was honored to have someone else rely on him. He took looking after Yuji and Megumi seriously and embraced the leadership role wholeheartedly. In spite of the risk, Ino's positive attitude and optimism helped hype up his team in anticipation for their dangerous mission to rescue Satoru Gojo.

ABILITIES AND POWERS

Overall Skill: Ino is a grade 2 jujutsu sorcerer but his rank does not reflect his true skill level. According to Nanami, Ino could easily become a semi-grade 1 sorcerer if he chose to. He is an exceptional combatant with a very potent cursed technique.

Expert Hand-to-Hand Combatant: Ino outclassed an average level curse user in close combat with no issues. However, he caught on to his opponent's plan too late, allowing Granny Ogami to outmaneuver him and activate her Séance Technique. After her grandson shapeshifted into Toji Fushiguro, Ino proved no match in terms of physical prowess.

High Cursed Energy: As a professional sorcerer, Ino possesses high cursed energy levels and has been trained to manipulate his power efficiently. When activating his innate technique, Ino's entire body is coated in surging cursed energy. He can use cursed energy to reinforce his body for close combat at the same time as his technique. Additionally, Ino is capable of sensing other individual's cursed energy fairly well.

CURSED TECHNIQUE

Auspicious Beasts Summon is activated when Ino hides his face by covering it with his mask, turning himself into a spiritual medium. This allows Ino to summon and use the abilities of four auspicious beasts: Kaichi, Reiki, Kirin, and Ryu.

Kaichi: Auspicious Beast number one. Summons a horn with a spiral pattern on it. Can be fired as a projectile cloaked in cursed energy that won't stop until it hits its target.

Reiki: Auspicious Beast number two. Covers Ino's body in cursed water that can be used to cushion him from danger and/or increases his overall mobility.

Kirin: Auspicious Beast number three. Effectively causes intracerebral doping, which nullifies Ino's own sense of pain. However, it also drains his stamina, causing him to become extremely tired but unable to sleep at the same time. Once Kirin has been summoned and the technique completes, Ino becomes immobile for some time.

Ryu: Auspicious Beast number four. Little is known about this one currently. The move was interrupted when he used it against the revived Toji Zenin. Up to that point, nobody had ever survived to tell the tale after fighting Ryu... according to Ino.

CURSED TOOL

Nanami's Blunt Sword: A cursed tool originally used by Kento Nanami, resembling a blunt sword wrapped in a cloth with a splattered black dot design. After his death, it was used by Ino during the battle against Sukuna. It has been imbued with Nanami's Ratio Technique, allowing Ino to enhance the power of his strike by dividing his target with lines and hitting the weak spot at the ratio point of seven to three. It was also durable enough to withstand a kick from Sukuna.

BACKSTORY

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TRIVIA

Takuma's surname has the Nanori reading for "wild boar" (猪, i) and the Kun reading for "field, wilderness" (野, no). His given name has the Jinmeiyo kanji and Go-on reading for "to polish, to cultivate one's skill" (琢, taku) and the Kun reading for "truth, genuine" (真, ma).

Takuma is always getting help from others because of his little-brother vibe.

Takuma really respects Kento Nanami after accompanying him on a mission.

Takuma hopes that he'll get Nanami's watch as a hand-me-down one day.

According to Jujutsu Kaisen Official Fanbook:

Enrollment method: Family lineage.

His hobby is attending drinking parties.

Favorite food: Deep-fried horse mackerel.

Least favorite food: Pickled dish.

Cause of stress: None.

[neshionals]

FOLDERS.

BIOGRAPHY ⸻ EXTRAS ⸻ HEADCANONS & INTERVIEW ⸻ POSSIBLE & WANTED CONNECTIONS ⸻ TBA.

TAGS.

 disposables. (visual) ⸻ estuary . number+thread name  ⸻ east end glimpses.  (backdated pre-island) ⸻ tidal inshore. (backdated island) ⸻ person ⸻ figured (event name) out yet? ⸻ inner. (london slang for nosy, ask) ⸻ 

[patientlyloves]

independent 𝗮𝗹𝗲𝘅 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁-𝗱𝗶𝗮𝘇 roleplay blog from 𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗹 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲. portrayal based off of the movie and book ( currently re-reading the book for a refresher ). written by ande / 29 / she/her they/them / of indigenous descent / est. 08/30/23 / private, selective, & mutually exclusive / do not follow if you aren’t 21+ !

𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑶 / 𝑹𝑼𝑳𝑬𝑺 (tba) * 𝑨𝑺𝑲 𝑩𝑶𝑿

please read rules before interacting / please do not reblog my posts unless stated otherwise / if you do not practice reblog karma, do not reblog memes from me, reblog them from the source.

i will be VERY selective with the blogs i follow back. please do not follow if you have no intentions of interacting ! i will softblock people who follow me first and go a month without any attempts at reaching out ! i prefer to be able to talk to my rp partners ooc so that rping doesn't become stale ! if you can't speak with me ooc, this is not the blog for you !

** HEAVILY AFFILIATED & SHIP EXCLUSIVE WITH @bravelyloves !! ( i am still multiship but will not ship romantically with any other henrys ! )

TEMP. RULES:

CREDIT: The PSD I’m using for my edits is “ENHANCE ABILITY” by Jaynedits & i'm using "THRIFT" by Underesources for my icon border.

ONE. This blog will likely be a low-activity blog, but I will usually be available through IMs if anyone wants to chat (and you can feel free to ask for my discord if we're close enough). TWO. I have ADHD and as such, I will answer asks / respond to threads as I get the muse for them. It's nothing personal if I don't get to something of ours right away, it's just hard for me to focus at times! THREE. Sometimes I will drop threads without warning and it's nothing personal, I just lose muse. I'm more than willing to start up a new thread. The best way to write with me is from sending memes or writing starters. I also like to plot and find that I'm more invested in threads this way. FOUR. I will only follow 21+ blogs on here and will block any minors who may follow for my own comfort. I have the right to follow or unfollow you whenever I please. That being said, I will not follow back personal blogs, or a RP blog that I couldn’t see my muses interacting with. Please don’t take it personally.

FIVE. I only ship with chemistry. Currently, as it stands, the only Henry I will be shipping with is bravelyloves. I'm still open to interaction with other Henrys, and I'm open to discussing shipping with other muses so long as there's chemistry and the other mun is willing to discuss / plot ship dynamics with me. I'm also duplicate friendly and love that other people love Alex too!

SIX. THINGS THAT WILL MAKE ME NOT FOLLOW / UNFOLLOW / SOFT/HARD BLOCK YOU:

+ you are under 21, are racist, transphobic, homophobic, antisemitic, ableist, pedophilic, harass others, etc. + you write an original character with little to no information, as I need something to go off of to think of how to interact with your muse. + write an animated character / use an animated fc without having a live-action fc available to use instead, use youtubers, models, singers, or any other non-actors as your fc. + post an excessive amount of ooc (enough to constantly spam my dash), have constant poor grammar / spelling mistakes (though i'll be more lenient if english isn't your first language), partake in petty, pointless drama, or write in a lot of purple prose / overly format your posts. + don't tag triggering content, write a lot of incest, child death, and any form of abuse (i.e. domestic, sexual, etc), or focus heavily on pregnancy plots. + you follow me first and make no attempt to interact with me, are absent from your blog for long amounts of time (without posting a hiatus warning), disrespect people's boundaries, vague blog, or post a lot of callouts. +if you are a personal blog, follow and unfollow me to try to get my attention, send me things (i.e. memes / rp stuff) when we aren't mutuals, harass my friends, just use me as a number for your follower count, ignore the things i write for you (especially if it's me answering a meme you sent in), or don't put in the effort for a ship that i have grown invested in.

SEVEN. I do not deal with ooc drama. If I see it happening on my dash I will not get involved in it, and if it reaches a certain point, I will probably block the person(s) in question. To add to this: I do not view certain ‘callouts’ as ‘drama’. If someone is bringing attention to harmful behavior, that’s fine. I won’t hesitate to heed that person’s warning and acknowledge / reblog that post if I feel that it is necessary. The types of ‘callouts’ I find unnecessary are the ones where someone is just being petty and talking shit because they don’t like someone and/or are bullying them. That’s something you could handle privately and doesn’t need to be on the dash and/or just block the person and move on. I will not tell you who and who not to write with. I would much rather simply block anyone I wish not to see on my dash. That said, please do not hesitate to inform me if I'm interacting with someone who is a genuinely toxic individual.

[ao3feed-birdflash]

Gotham’s New Sunshine (and his feral cat)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/SVqkv2h

by GeminiWillow

Dick did a double-take at the number on his screen, a thread of distant familiarity ticking the back of his mind. With nothing to lose, he answered the call and by god is he glad that he did. “Dick? It’s Adrien. Adrien Ag-um, I mean-you met my mom, Emilie once during one of your shows?”

 [Kwami swap + post-Hawkmoth defeat + batfam & adrienette being a happy chaotic family]

Words: 8816, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug, Batman: Wayne Family Adventures (Webcomic), Batman - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Dick Grayson, Batfamily Members

Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Dick Grayson, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Batfamily Members, Dick Grayson/Wally West, Batfamily Members & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

Additional Tags: Kwami Swap, Ladybug!Adrien, cat!Marinette, Mentioned Fox!Nino & Turtle!Alya, Bad Parent Gabriel Agreste, Post-Defeat of Gabriel Agreste, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir Needs a Hug, Protective Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Adrinette | Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Supportive Tikki (Miraculous Ladybug), Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Swearing, they're bound to say fuck after everything they've been through, especially adrien, TBA - Freeform

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/SVqkv2h

[purgatoriius]

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐥𝐥-𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝.

𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞...

independent + selective arlecchino, # 4 of the fatui harbingers

from hoyoverse's "genshin impact".

this is a sideblog portrayed by hailey, and follows back from comet-crafts.

guidelines for the house of the hearth and links to arle's verses are below.

(header credit !)

𝐈. mun (hailey) is 21+, as is the muse, who i headcanon to be between 27 - 30 years old. should NSFW themes be present, they will be tagged accordingly.

𝐈𝐈. i am multiverse, multiship, and OC friendly. i absolutely love seeing different OCs and the dynamics that can be explored with crossovers or different settings. i welcome it with open arms.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. there will be spoilers for genshin impact on this blog, prominently for fontaine's archon quest, the ignis purgatorius quest, and for arlecchino's stories. you have been warned.

𝐈𝐕. trigger warnings of any kind will be tagged as accordingly as possible - i am human, and there may be a possibility that i will forget to tag a possible trigger. my personal triggers include graphic zombie imagery and "learning with pibby".

𝐕. arlecchino is number four of the eleven fatui harbingers - indicating that she is incredibly powerful in terms of her strength and abilities outside of general combat. i humbly ask that the use of god-modding be prohibited when writing combat threads, and to communicate and determine the outcome of a fight with me if possible.

𝐕𝐈. i am low activity, as i currently work two jobs (a full-time day job and a part-time job at night!). i also write and can be contacted on discord should that suffice as well!

𝐕𝐈𝐈. this portrayal of arlecchino is loyal to canon with a few twists and turns, as i'm slowly getting used to writing the character. in regards to her orientation (which a lot of people on social media tend to lose their marbles on -), my arlecchino identifies as greysexual, with no preference of gender identity. she's also incredibly difficult to work with regarding ships, so potential pairings will require some buildup or plotting in advance.

( v. fe: three houses. ) | ( v. honkai star rail. ) | ( v. my hero academia. (tba) )

( v. bleach. ) | ( v. sonic the hedgehog. ) | ( v. fate. )

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧.

[boct-kimerakal]

boctlore directory

a good old world masterpost

everything you need to know (well, the basics at least) of my lore worlds that i’ll post about on here, at some point. mostly for archival’s sake.. future boct this goes out to you <3 you wanted me to “get more organised” so here it is.

i SWEAR you’ll find at least one goofy. (hopefully?) let’s just say i’m diverse. there’s more TBA, i’m just the cosmos’ laziest creature.

non-inclusive of my not-original stuff, maybe i’ll make a separate post for that one (looking at you, pondwater from hit indie horror survival game signalis) but here it is gang! 🤍 an ode to all the girlies who talk & think too much.. MY APOLOGIES FOR THE SHEER MUNDANITY OF MY MIND...

The Waiting World - think: neon signs and city streets, think ruins in the forest, think graffiti, think clashing architecture, tension between peoples, think of questions like “what’s yours? what’s mine?” and the indomitable nature of, well, the natural world. the waiting world is a fantasy world focused on an archipelago nation (anjikhani-olahra) - 39 years independent after 171 years under the palms of a number conquering ghonsunwa (earthly realm) nations - as it experiences rapid advancement, a globalising world and unbalanced world power dynamics. a world between worlds (ghosunwa/underworld/knockoff-earth & ghonshogwa/aboveworld) inhabited by some pretty neat-lookin’ guys with horns and tails.

despite all it’s culture, it’s inter-ethnic quarrels, it’s own grand moral debates, it’s fight against pervasiveness of less sanitary aspects of its cultures (invasive, native, a mix of both), it’s fight to preserve identity at all, as well as over what it is achieve modernity - the waiting world is reduced in the eyes of both the other realms to the middleman, a hotspot for smuggling and crime. and stories follow characters as they exist in the context of all of that, pulling at the threads of the world around them. a world, waiting for them to unravel it!

my main guys from this world are trick and hawkes from the [Kau Bakari] plotline and trust me. i can yap about them forever. it was so hard not to

Shifters - an alternate earth where, in 1967, these undefinable entities (basically representing major classes under chordata... categories scare me) called emissaries rolled up! they warned of a ‘storm’ of dead fragments of emissaries. they also offered people the ability to make pledges, adopting the traits of one specific animal species - as shapeshifters. but they’ve always existed, and offered shifting far more selectively before, long ago. why suddenly give more away? was that a reparation for the storm? why are they here? why show themselves now? and the storm? what does this mean?

it’s a world with multiple stories, some intersecting, most others not. my current babygirl storylines are

[Paper Kites] about a jet-setting CEO and her archeologist fiancé, on their way to finding out big secrets about the emissaries. i’m very abnormal about them, i will actually pay you to listen to me talk about them. they’re in aroace love by the way did i mention that.

[Pick-up Sticks] a look into the effects of that CEO and archeologist’s curiosity - oh-so-far-away, the little people hit by a corporate conspiracy, political upheaval and never-before seen shifter tensions

Trip2Temasek - it’s just a silly thing - framed like a classic TTRPG campaign! but with fun flavour. a Singaporean twist, to be exact. six silly pinnacles of Singaporean character tropes. a bird-having, plant-raising void deck uncle (the druid) + an overworked tiger mom (the barbarian) + a deviant 16-year-old ah lian (the rouge) + the perfect prefect from the top school just over (the wizard) + the over-eager community club lady (the cleric) and, of course, the community cat (the bard) - who all get flung into a thriving, ancient forest-city mirroring singapore, inhabited by spirits, young gods and beastly creatures.

i dance around a little with casual racism, materialism, individualism/collectivism, the price of progress and maybe a little bit of the guilt of being privileged. not-so-uniquely Singaporean experiences. if i post about it, it’ll probably be cute moments between the characters or full-on breakdowns about my disconnection from my national identity! yippee!

Hysteria! Starforged - it’s a big mess of a sci-fi world about an inter-planetary war - with too many criss-crossing motivations. the point is no one is really sure what’s happening, it’s just a lot of a lot. there’s two big “sides,” but unfortunately no good guys. one’s the legion. it absorbs, it’s one goal being uniformity in morality across the stars to prevent... warfare (irony!) - life is a lot more complicated than that though, so they wind up just making things worse - they (attempt) to install their law and cultures in every planet they absorb.

the other is called the council, an allegiance formed to oppose the domination of the legion. they suck too! in their desperation to get an upper hand and escape the reign of the legion, they exploit lesser-equipped planets and their own allies. they have enlisted entire planets without spacefaring ability into their intergalactic war, just to have numbers. almost none of the other planets have planetary governments so a lot of “tinier” international wars happen. do you see where this is going. hysteria. hysteria starforged, even.

and my main trio are just a little gang. three girls against the world, (two soldiers pulled from one war to another and a dignitary from a country that no longer exists!) and god, there’s a lot of World.

The Ending That Wasn’t (to be renamed..) - another sci-if one, but i got silly with it. silly and goofy even. six idiots wake up on the brig of a half-destroyed ship floating around space, with absolutely NO memory AT ALL! space-styles, “i’m too dumb for rules” D&D - if it played by one lonely geek.

space ikea, quantum toasters, a robot t-rex that the sci-fi goblin is SWEARING to you is a house pet on another planet. my colourful cast of stupid idiots saved the world once - in fact, literally JUST BEFORE they woke up. they just don’t remember it. they barely remember anything - and as they, through typical D&D party shenanigans, make petty criminals out of themselves, they realise that maybe they were pretty big deals, actually. matured, world-saving heroes that you are by the end of the campaign, even. starting from scratch is a little awkward.

they’ll figure it out, eventually. no tag yet - i’m taking name suggestions still...

Of Obsolete Orisons - post-apocalyptic, in a lovely, overgrown, “we’re rebuilding” way. - avatars of natural forces walk the earth when they fancy, most worshipped as gods. wardens of equilibrium represented the pillars of balance until, well, they suddenly couldn’t - and then the apocalypse came.

30 years afterwards, an avatar who thought it’d be fun to just be a guy separates themselves from divinity, gets into silly shenanigans as it discovers the world before it. the least interesting of my many, many lore worlds. i poke a little bit at the personification of the world around us in the form of divine consciousnesses, as well as perfection and pre-determinism, nothing fancy, i’m just amused and intrgued.

MORE TBA - eventually lawl

[beetheschool-marm]

**NEWS FLASH** - Game Update!!!

Patch Update v1.105.332 - February 28th, 2024

EA released a hot-fix patch today, to fix a few critical issues from yesterday's patch (February 27th, 2024). It is expected that the update is to help fix a bug causing broken pie-menus linked to having Sims with a high level of singing skill, and a UI correction to stop random flashing of the new cart icon in the upper right of the screen. 

This patch did not seem to disable mods, so no additional mods should have been affected by today's hot-fix patch. Keep in mind that the patch from yesterday broke a massive number of mods due to EA's changing certain codes to correct an older "lingering" problem. 

The information provided in yesterday's patch update post still applies, aside from the patch notes which will be updated as soon as they become available (I'll be sure to update the Patch notes in this post)

Reminder: We will continue to support Zerbu's mods in Zerbu's Discord, as normal, but while other general support servers remain closed for the time being we will not offer support on other creator's mods. You will need to wait until those mods are either updated, contact the mod creator directly, or the general servers re-open. [Patch Notes] TBA Broken/Updated Mods AHQ Thread Scarlet's Broken/Updated Mods List Happy Simming! School-Marm Bee

Remember: For those of you who are/become a (paid) member of my Patreon, you gain access to my Discord - Bee's Corner - and also receive a special role based on your membership. I do offer full support on Zerbu's mods and will provide minimal/limited support on general mods (by other creators).

[ar-knightinsourarmor]

plotted starter with @countlessrealities for toya and catra

And when he thought he had already reached rock-bottom, he was proved wrong. There was even lower he could get, make his life even more miserable. Life was a bitch, there was no doubting that, but Toya used to think he was a nastier one. He believed he'd always get away, always find a way running away from troubles. And even if he was trapped living in a nightmare, in this broken fragile body, his mind would always run free, fly high, and escape the reality he was supposed to come to terms with. But it seemed as if he hadn't enough already.  

He expected that time to come. But not that soon, to be honest. Part of him wished they'd turn a blind eye for a little longer. He was the son of the number one hero after all. They shouldn't ruin the bastard's name by getting the word out that his oldest son was on drugs, right? Not that this wouldn't make Toya happy. But he had other, more effective plans in mind to make his old man suffer. Losing his hero license wasn't part of the plan. And that was the reason he gave in to the Commission's offer, despite knowing he shouldn't mess with those shady people. But when had he taken the correct decision? Now, he hadn't imagined they'd be that desperate to make him their dog. Or better say cat.  

He'd let out a long sigh at the sight of her. They were short of stuff and sent her watching over him? “ Do you speak Japanese or should I . . . ” Meow? Maybe if he tortured her long enough she'd give up on his case and quit. Get a life instead of working for these assholes. “ Oh, my little brother will love you. He always begged me to have a cat. ” Not really. The kid had never asked for anything. The selfless shit he always was. Perfect at pretty almost everything. “ Call me Hades. The one who's going to be the death of you. But if you think it's too much, it's Toya. ”

[ar-knightinsourarmor]

— ofsavior​:

     His name had been the first and only to leave her lips from the time she was resting to when she woke up. However, he was no longer her primary emergency contact. No, she’d placed her parents on the list the day she had realized he was no longer going to come home to her. The moment she realized they were no longer sharing their lives the way she had thought — the way she had hoped. However, his name was the name she spoke repeatedly and the doctors had no choice but to call him as her parents were overseas on business.

     Once Momo had awakened, her eyes met the window as she waited for him to arrived and watched hopefully once he had. The doctors had told her Shoto was on his way, and she simply smiled. Apparently, the doctors didn’t have the heart to tell her how Shoto and Creati had parted ways. Who could blame them? They were to be married and the relationship was kept more private than the relationships between most pro-heroes. Still, the breakup had been national news. The only one who didn’t know — or rather had forgotten — was Momo herself. Admittedly, there wasn’t much she could remember. The villain attack, the explosion, and the outcome were all something of a blur that faded into black. The news hadn’t offered much insight as heroes were still working to rescue survivors from the rubble. Momo had been watching the news intently until it became unbearable. there was nothing more she could do but wait and heal. She couldn’t stand the thought.

     Another nurse entered to fix her bandages but couldn’t offer much in terms of an update on the emergency. No new arrivals, but supposedly Shoto was on his way to the hospital. Shoto. Momo smiled at his name. She couldn’t help but wonder where he’d been during the incident. Perhaps he had another important mission. His reason didn’t matter as he was on his way to her, and anticipation filled her chest. His support meant the world to her. As the nurse exited, Momo set her eyes to the door and waited. Then his voice called softly from the door.

     There was a strange twist to her heart when she heard his question. Something felt estranged about the atmosphere. “ I’m fine considering the circumstances. ” She answered ruefully, ignoring the subtle twinge in her chest. Certainly it had to do with the accident she assumed.

      “ I’m glad you were able to make it though. It’s nice to see you. ” Then, she waved her hand and patted the bed as invitation for him to enter. He was her fiancé; naturally, she wanted him to be close. “ I’m sorry I had to call you away for something like this… Were you doing something important? ”

It had been a long time, since he felt that way. Since he wished to disappear from the face of the earth, hoping nobody would ever recall his existence. A suffocating feeling, one that brought him back to the days of his childhood, to memories he wished to leave behind. As if scratching at old wounds, re-opening injuries he had struggled so hard to heal. This was the price he'd have to pay. History repeated itself, and Shoto would find himself hurting the people he cared the most once more. Right from the start, he had made a mistake, an unforgivable one. How broken he was, yet he selfishly wished to love her. As if he never had changed from the kid he used to be, the one clinging to his hurting mother and begging for the comfort she couldn't provide. The same he had clung to Momo, only to realize years later they had built their love on unsteady foundations and the moment would come where both their hearts would break.  

He had hurt her. Maybe, he never had been this important, maybe he hadn't that much power over her. Maybe he had made her hate him, and all her feelings faded away in an instant — what he hoped the most, was that. But, maybe, there was a chance, that she had caused her the slightest of suffering, and he'd be the only one to blame. That thought kept haunting Shoto the last few months. That thought kept him awake many nights and led him to her door. There he'd stand, losing track of time, but never once knocking. Always making sure he'd disappear when the sun would rise. He never thought he'd stand before her for one more time and he wouldn't see any pain in her eyes.  

It was a selfish choice, he had made. Protecting himself, from knowing her pain. He couldn't bear, to carry her own heavy heart, and decided to leave, in the most cruel thing he had done to someone he loved. Parting ways hadn't been enough of a punishment for him as it seemed, and now he'd come to face the result of his choices. He'd have to force his heart to remember what was like to beat when she loved him back. When her eyes held the same sweetness he had always known. How was he supposed to return to a life without her after this was over? Life was cruel. And this would make it the first time in a long time Shoto strongly believed that.  

She truly didn't remember anything, like the doctors had said. By now, she probably would have already sensed something was wrong. There was no way something like that would escape her perceptiveness. No matter in what shape she was, she'd always get the grasp of any situation. Shoto himself, had never been good at lies. Whenever the situation required it though, he'd have to pull through just like any task assigned to him. This case shouldn't have been any different, yet he couldn't help but avert his gaze whenever their eyes met.

“ You know I'd come. ” No matter when, why, or where, he'd come to her aid. “ I was on a mission with Bakugo. But it's over now. ” So many words he couldn't say, feelings he had kept inside himself for far too long. Her hand he wanted to hold but couldn't, the kiss he wanted to press between her eyes. This would be over in time, and he'd have to walk away from her life once again. He should never forget that. Standing up, he took a step back instead, letting out a sigh. “ I got a brief on the situation from the doctors. You should be able to return home soon. ” What home would she return to? He didn't know what he was saying. How to provide the support she needed. “ Do you need me to bring you something? Do you need to eat? ”  

@ofsavior

[all-cursed]

❛ I don’t blame you…not one bit. ❜ - @luxintenebra​ (Trey Riado)

      skepticism coloured doc’s expression as he lifted his gaze from the shot glass of bourbon in front of him to face trey, searching the other’s face for a sign that the other had been making some sort of joke. no, all he found was sincerity, which eventually led to confusion replacing the doubt on his own face.

      “well, then. i think you may be the only one in this here town who harbours that particular sentiment, my friend.” 

      he wasn’t sure if the other had plans to say more, or whether he wanted a drink at all, but it was second nature and his own particular brand of gratitude to pour another shot of bourbon and slide it toward the other side of the table, a silent offer to the other man. “i thank you all the same.”

[flourush-blog]

&     -―            ❝          the loneliness is haunting me.          ❞

prompt  :  send in ‘lyrics’ for a lyrical starter ! drown   by   bring me the horizon.

@ardentflames     /     ?

[sorcerymuses]

@13xwishes​ asked: 🚑 (Gigi and Chloe)

Random Symbol Meme | send in...  🚑 for the receiver to be injured | Always accepting

It started when Chloé was on her way back to the hotel after going shopping. While she was walking, she heard someone calling for help. It clearly wasn't an Akuma or there would be more screaming and running…and the heroes would be on the scene. No, this was just a regular crime and there clearly weren't any cops around. Her own 'hero instincts' kicked in and she rushed to see what was going on, already dialing the police. Some defenseless girl was being mugged by a group of creepy looking guys.

When she saw what was happening, she told the disbatch operator what she saw and set her phone down on the ground, leaving the call going so her phone could be tracked.

Then, she dropped her bags and rushed to help. The blonde managed to get the girl away from the gang and blocked the path as she escaped to the street. It all happened so fast, fists were flying and in hindsight she was sure she heard her sunglasses go flying into the wall at some point.

Three on one, but she managed to hold her own well enough. All she needed was to buy time for the police to arrive. Then, it happened, one of the guys pulled a gun on her. She braced herself to disarm the guy, but he pulled the trigger before she could really move. The sound was deafening, especially in the little alley they were in. And she heard sirens before she felt the pain. The guys fled the scene as she fell to the ground, her legs went week as the adrenaline settled.

Then, she saw all the blood and heard one of the officers calling for an ambulance. She blankly looked at the blood and followed it to a hole in her shirt.

Chloé touched the hole and the pain finally caught up with her, small at first, but it soon felt like her entire stomach was on fire.

One unit of cops quickly turned into four. The initial victim was okay. Shaken and a little banged up from the attack, but otherwise okay. Her saviour however, was carted away in an ambulance. An officer picked up her discarded phone and shopping bag. He found the girl's emergency contacts and called the first number on the list, assuming the number belonged to one of her parents or another family member.