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clemswinecorner · 1 year

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Future of the team [Ralf Aron]

Summary: You're Paul Aron's trainer/coach whatever at Prema and may have a relationship with his brother (that supposedly no one knows about, but Rene and Angelina obviously notice)

Wordcount: 3.1k

Warnings: a little suggestive but no actual smut, alcohol. also swearing but that's not unusual

*Someone* complained about the lack of Ralf fics and I got inspired. Also in honour of Paul going to F3 hihi

Ok so I could’ve stopped this at some point but decided to keep it going and now its way longer then i intended… Have fun!

Sidenote, Ralf and Paul obviously talk estonian to each other but those parts are written in English for obvious reasons (me not being Estonian and you probably not being Estonian either)

Honourable mention to @louisaamz who helped giving me inspiration, wouldn't have finished this without you :)

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"Paul! Do you have time for me right now or does race prep have to wait until we’re literally on the grid?" Paul looks behind him as you call his name. He waits until you catch up, leading you towards the Formula One paddock. "I have to pop in at Mercedes, but that won’t take more than five minutes. Don’t worry, I already planned to be back at Prema with you in fifteen," he says as you walk next to him. "Alright, cool. Meet you back at the garage then? I don’t have my F1 pass with me right now," He nods before he goes through the security. "See you in 15!" He says before heading off. "You better!" You walk back to the Prema garage, seeing Ralf walk the other way. He stops you to ask "Hey, have you seen-" before he can finish his sentence you interrupt him. "He’s at mercedes. He’ll be back at the garage in 15 for his race prep," Ralf smiles at you, thanking you silently. "I’ll just talk to him then. Hey, tonight is still good right? 10.30? I’m having dinner with Paul and some drivers," you nod. "Yeah, Angelina and Rene asked me to join the team, but I think 10.30 is good. I’ll text you if it gets any later," he nods and smiles. "Weren’t you going somewhere? I’ll see you in 15," He smiles as you do a casual handshake to say goodbye. "You better," you smirk at his choice of words.

Paul stands in front of you with his face to the wall, catching the tennis balls you’re throwing at random speeds. You liked these exercises, because they weren’t too much physical work but still helped with (both your and Paul’s) reaction time. "Oh fuck," you mumble as the one you’re catching manages to slip from your finger. "I go it," You hear a familiar voice and you turn sideways for a few seconds to smile at Ralf. You communicate in silence about both throwing the balls to throw Paul off (it supposedly is to test his reflexes better, but really it’s an excuse for him to stick around). "Hey, stop just looking at each other, that’s worse than if you’d be constantly flirting. Just throw the damn balls, which clearly neither of you have," he mumbles the last part and you and Ralf look at each other with a knowing smirk- if only he knew. "You had to talk to Paul, no?" You ask, recalling what he said earlier. "Oh, yeah. Ma called, she wants us to get grandma a gift here. We have her birthday the day after we get back, and she thought something from Italy would be nice," You and Paul continue his exercises as they chat about their family birthday gifts and what not in a mix of english and estonian, and you find yourself occasionally looking at the older one of the pair a little too long.

That night you knocked on Ralf’s door at 10.40. "Hey," You smile as he opens the door, already stepping aside for you to come in. "I’m going to be honest, I may have had a few glasses of wine. Not that I'm like, extremely drunk, I'm just definitely not sober. I kind of wanted to go to my room but I don’t trust myself with my key, could you come along so I don’t lock myself out or in?" He laughs at your statement as you try to find the best words, dropping your bag on the desk. "Sure. You could just use some of my stuff, you know? Same team after all," You chuckle, grabbing your key and handing it to Ralf. "Yes, but I need underwear. I’d appreciate a shirt though, so I can drop off my dress as well," He smiles, handing you the shirt he already had hanging over the chair. They came back to the hotel fifteen minutes before you, so he’d already changed into gray sweatpants and a somewhat tight black shirt, perfectly showing his muscles. He handed you a simple white one with the prema logo, a little oversized on you but it fit perfectly. "C’mon, what room are you in?" He grabs your hand as he slips his own keycard in his pocket.

"You look very handsome, by the way," You whisper in Ralf’s ear as he opens your door. At this point you’re fully in his personal space- not that he minded. You would get touchy and clingy when you had a few drinks, with Ralf especially. "Thank you. Now get in the room, then we can get back," he says as he tries to push you away from him a little. You smile, but both freeze as you hear a door open. "What are the two of you doing here?" Ralf immediately turns around at his brother’s voice. "She forgot her key at the track, so I kept it in my room for her. She came to pick it up but had a few wines, so I just wanted to make sure she’d end up in the right bed," you quickly thank god for Ralf still being sober and able to come up with a lie that quickly. "Go change, I’ll get you a glass of water in a minute," he says and you nod, making your way in. Ralf looks back at his younger brother, who raises his eyebrows, as he closes the door. "I’m just making sure she doesn’t do anything stupid," he sighs, and Paul just shrugs. "We both know she could’ve walked herself, she’s not that drunk. Tipsy at most," Ralf decides not to make a big deal out of it- his brother had a point after all. "She asked me to walk her because she didn’t trust herself to not lock herself in or out. I’m going to get her a glass of water, just go to sleep. You have a race tomorrow," Paul hesitates before he opens his door. "I just… If there is more going on, please just… Be careful. I don’t want her heart broken again. I don’t want to see her or you hurt, especially not because of someone I also care about. I’d like to see you guys together, I just hope neither of you mess it up," before Ralf can form a response, his younger brother has closed the door.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you mumble with your toothbrush still in your mouth. He smiles before spitting out his toothpaste. “Don’t thank me, I’d take care of you even if you were a baby,” he pauses as you look at him with a questioning look. “Ok, wait, no, that sounded wrong just- I’ll always try to take care of you whenever you can’t, because I want you to feel good. Even if it means making sure your drunk ass goes to sleep with brushed teeth and in a sleep shirt instead of the teamwear,” you glance down at your his shirt you’re wearing and raise your eyebrows. He playfully rolls his eyes. "Well, that’s not your teamwear, is it? It’s an old one and it’s mine. Remind me what you usually sleep in?" You blush at his statement, mumbling "your shirts". He smirks as he moves out of the small bathroom, as you finish your night routine- skipping half of it due to your tired and tipsy state. You walk back to find Ralf sitting on his usual side of the bed already, scrolling through his phone. You smile at the view, him casually sitting there waiting for you, and snap a quick picture. You put your phone on the bedside table, slipping under the covers. You put your head on his lap, and he lays his phone next to him to look down at you. You close your eyes for a second, not seeing Ralf still looking at you as with his arms wrapped around you. "Feeling the alcohol again?" You hum, still not looking at him, just allowing it to hit you again. "You know, I like you a lot," You mumble as you finally look at him. He chuckles, "Well that’s good 'cause I like you a lot too," he makes you smile. You move from his lap, allowing him to slide down as you both lay on your sides. You move towards him, giving you a kiss. Although it’s a bit slow and tired, it’s great as ever. You smile, moving on closer to him. You make your way to his shoulder, pushing his T-shirt away. You kiss his shoulder, sucking lightly when you feel him shiver. Y him a fast but strong kiss, moving down not long after. "Wait, wait, wait," You stop immediately, looking up at him. He looks at you and for a second he almost regrets stopping you, wishing he wouldn’t have to say what he says next. “Sorry, just… Not tonight. You look beautiful, tonight though, really,” he softly grabs your face and you move off him. “Oh, I thought you’d be up for it, since-“ He interrupts you and pulls you closer. “I am, but I don’t want to do anything with you after drinking. I know you’re perfectly fine and not extremely drunk but it’s just that we’ve never talked about this, and that’s fine but I feel like I’m taking advantage if you’re not 100% sober and I am. We can tomorrow, if you want to, and we can kiss a whole lot right now cuz I like that too, alright?” You almost melt at his words, nodding along. “You know I’d always tell you if I didn’t want something, right? Because I know how much you respect me. This just shows how perfect you are,” you say, close to his face with your lips almost touching. "Mhm. Just want you to be comfortable," He rubs your arms and you lazily smile. "And I just want to kiss you."

The next morning you wake up with an arm around your waist, though that hadn’t become unusual on a race weekend. You rub your eyes before tapping your phone to check the time- 7.37, plenty of time until either of you have to be at the track. You close your eyes and lay back down, moving closer to Ralf. He lets out a soft groan, mumbling something you assume is along the lines of 'what time is it' against your shoulder. "Not even 8," you whisper as you pull yourself up a bit, running your hand through his hair. He looks up at you, still half asleep, with a content smile. "Is it cliche to say I could lay here for hours?" You mumble as you look at him laying on your chest. He sits up just enough so his face is in front of yours. "Is it cliche to say I’ve imagined moments like this since I first met you?" You chuckle as you look away. "No you haven’t, it took us 6 months and Paul forgetting his boots to properly meet," He rolls his eyes, still smiling. "Alright, I might have exaggerated," it’s quiet for a second as you hold eye contact, eyes occasionally dropping to the others' lips. Ralf grabs your hand, fingers intertwined, as you put your lips against his (or he puts his against yours, you’re not quite sure). The kiss is what you’re used to from Ralf- passionate, sweet, soft, hot and wanting at the same time. As the kiss gets more heated, Ralf pulls away for a breather. "Thanks for saying no yesterday by the way, not a lot of guys would. However, now i’m completely sober and I still want you the same, so…" Ralf chuckles as he looks at the nearest phone for the time. "We have to be at the track in over 3 hours, I’m 100% in. I guess not being a driver does have perks like arriving at the track later," you look at Ralf, already thinking about what was to follow. You smirk, "We’ll take our time then."

Someone who didn’t have the same privilege of arriving a little later, was Paul. Paul, who was currently knocking on your (Ralf’s) door. "Who’s that?" You ask as you stand in the open bedroom, grabbing two towels as you get ready to hop in the shower. Ralf, currently only wearing underwear, quickly throws on a shirt. "Might be Paul, go in," you quickly go in and lock the door, vaguely hearing a conversation after Ralf opens the door. "Do you have my gloves?" Paul asks in Estonian, Ralf quickly answering he’ll take a look and closing the door before Paul can get in. He gets the gloves and gives them to Paul, who stops the older Aron from getting back in without any talking. "Hold on, hold on. You’re not wearing pants." "Yeah, I’d prefer to put some on but I was gonna shower." "Is that why your shower’s running?" Ralf stares at him trying to form a sentence. "Your hair’s all over the place as well, your bed too I'm guessing?" Ralf doesn’t say anything, avoiding eye contact. "Listen, Ralf, I really don’t care who you’re screwing, just don’t fuck up too much with anyone. And for what it’s worth, don’t ruin things with Y/N.” Ralf nods as Paul lets the silence fall. “Do you know where she is? I knocked on her door but she didn’t open." Paul restarts the conversation. "Yeah, probably sleeping. She mentioned before she’ll sleep more when she had something to drink, but she’ll wake up from her alarm. I still have a pass, so I can check in an hour if that’d make you happy." Paul nods, "Alright, thank you. Well, I’ll see you at the track," Paul says his goodbye. "Don’t fuck up!" He says one last time, before Ralf retreats to the room with Y/N in it.

"Oh, by the way, thanks for yesterday. Especially for making me drink water, absolute life saver because I know I wouldn’t be bothered to," he chuckles, wrapping an arm around you as you close one of the fridges in the Prema garage. "Just taking care of my girl," he mumbles, giving you a kiss on your forehead. “Must be one lucky girl you have,” you hand him a water as he raises his eyebrows with a smile. “Is it cliche to say i’m the-“ you don’t let him finish as you remove yourself from his grip. “Yup. In the morning I can excuse it but just take the compliment. C’mon, we have to watch your brother win this shit,” You start walking away as he jokingly rolls his eyes, missing the lovesick look he gives you afterwards.

You smile at the screen as Paul approaches the last corner. He led the race lap after lap, quickly catching up again after his pitstop and absolutely dominating the race. You look next to you, where Ralf is sitting, quickly moving his eyes back to the screen. You’re standing a little behind the lined up chairs, following the race closely in between Rene and Ralf. “He’s doing it,” you lean in closer, seeing a wide smile appear on Ralf’s face again. “He is. Who’s going on the podium with him?” He asks out of curiosity, and you look around. “Rene, are you going to the podium with him?” Rene nods as he looks at you, “Of course, it’s a first race win tradition!”

Next thing you know you’re standing behind the barrier, holding Ralf’s hand behind it as Paul parks his car behind the number one board. You both have wide smiles on your face as Paul jumps out of the car running towards the team. You and Ralf let go of each other as he hugs him, and you look at them with a smile. “Good job!” You say as he hugs you. You see the smile in his eyes through his lifted visor as he thanks you. You give Dino, who made his way up to third, a quick congrats when he’s celebrated with the team as well. As the two are rushed to the cooldown room, you make your way over to below the podium with the team. You and Ralf walk closely, arms touching each other as Ralf uses his hands to talk about something that happened during the race. Angelina walks behind you, filming everything for the LAP (as usual)- after it was posted you’d find yourself watching back the small moments from you and Ralf throughout the weekend. The podium ceremony goes by, and you sneak a glance at Ralf looking up at his brother on the top step, with the Estonian anthem playing. You squeeze his hands and he looks at you with a smile. After a lot of proud looks shared between the two of you the podium ceremony is over, and before you know it you’re back at the Prema garage with a soaked Paul and Rene. Despite the many cameras and people, you and Ralf stayed very close to each other. Maybe it was the buzz of the win and the happiness radiating through the garage, but for a while you didn’t worry about anyone noticing what’s going on between you two. You were just happy to be there together, celebrating a win. Paul was still buzzing from the adrenaline (and a little bit of champagne) and didn’t pay any mind to the two of you. Rene, though, was very aware of it- he’d known the both of you for years, he’d obviously noticed how you got around each other. He was gossiping with Angelina, who updated him about how close you were during the podium ceremony, showing him the footage of you looking at each other. He glanced at the two of you, you with an arm around him and his around your waist, as Paul and Dino describe their best laps in detail. "I think they’re going to be like us when they get married, managing a race team together. It fits them," Rene tells Angelina, and Angelina smiles. "You’d give them Prema?" He hesitates for a second before answering. "I didn’t say that, but… Maybe, if they want. We’ll see if it goes that way, but I’m not against it," he quickly changes the subject as you approach the two. "What are you two gossiping about this time?" You tease the married couple, and Angelina laughs. "Just the future of the team," you give him a curious look. "Do tell, what do you have in mind?" Rene looks at Ralf with a slight smile and then back at you. "You’ll find out eventually."

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clemswinecorner-socials · 1 year

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Sponsor - Y/N's posts

(pls ignore me literally using a pic with Pierre as Paul and y/n lol) Find Health in Help (fhih) is Y/N's mental health organisation, she's a selfmade millionaire and slaying away (this one is for my babe @riffiandenador)

paul's posts (will be up soon) ralf's posts (will be up soon)

fhif_sports and prema_racing

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fhih_sports Find Health In Help Sports is very excited to announce its multi-year partnership with junior series team Prema racing starting from 2023. FHIH founder y/n y/l/n: "I'm so so so happy about this partnership! I have always loved prema's work ethic as well as the atmosphere they seem to have. They have always been a team that prioritizes giving the drivers and employees a good and comfortable work environment, which Find Health In Health strongly encourages. Glad to be a part of the iconic team! Prema teamboss Rene Rosin: Mental health plays a big part in motorsports, and we're very glad to have started a partnership with the company. Having worked with the organization before and speaking to Y/N multiple times made this partnership an easy decision that we're all very happy with. tagged prema_racing, fhih_sports

posted febuary 6th, 2023

formula2 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 yourusername 🫶🏼🫶🏼 randomuser prema partnering with a woman founded mental health organization focusing in sports? we stan olliebearman such a great initiative, it's so cool to be driving around with fhih on the car!! prema_racing excited about the partnership! ... view more comments

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yourusername Excited to announce that I will be a personal sponsor of FIA F3 driver @/paularon_ from the 2023 season Absolutely honoured to be a part of this journey, as I admire Paul both as a person and racing driver that is able to go many places. Excited to see what you can do and to be a part of this, Paul!

This post is so formal, but on a real note: I can't wait to travel around with you and the team and see you win champ! Excited to see what the season brings. tagged paularon_

posted febuary 6th, 2023

ynfanaccount she’s that succesful that she does not only give a shit ton of money to the W series, she also personally sponsors a (very good) driver + she sponsors/funds so many other things with her companies as well including a race team

motorsportsfan she sponsored the W series? ynfanaccount yes! shes very lowkey about being a huge part of the investors, but she's very open about supporting it

jamiechadwick so excited for you! i'm going to miss your company in the states

yourusername i'm going to miss seeing you! i'll be sure to visist ;)

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Jeddah, Saudi Arabia

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yourusername second raceweek of the season baby! tagged paularon_, aronralf, prema_racing

posted march 17th, 2023

prema_racing let’s get it💪🏼💪🏼 olliebearman dissapointed you didnt put it that beautiful picture of me randomfan it's business and aesthetic your insta really has it all

yourusername the aesthetic what motivates me

randomperson ralf😍😍 paularon_ 🛷?

yourusername slay!

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Jeddah

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yourusername double win baby!! what a weekend. so proud🫠🫠 tagged paularon_, aronralf

posted march 19th, 2023

aronralf 🏆🏆 randomfan the pic of ralf and paul😭😭 dinobeganovic_ looking lovely in the last one @/paul_aron

paularon_ i know

paularon_ thanks for being there this weekend🫶🏼

yourusername always here to support you champ

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yourusername always love (birth)days at the factory! paul also celebrated his wins (!!) that's definitely why I came to Italy, here for work purposes only 100% tagged prema_racing, aronralf

posted march 22nd, 2023

premafan are you sure the reason was work and not ralfs birthday?

yourusername idk am i?

paularon_ thanks mate @/dinobeganovic_ aronralf i thought you said bday post?

yourusername this post is for ralfs bday btw! yourusername that okay? @/aronralf aronralf👍🏼

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Rome, Italia

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yourusername rome vacay with the babes tagged aronralf, paularon_

posted may 10th, 2023

aronralf i thought that second pic was for my mom

yourusername dw she recieved it 👍🏻

fanaccount thank you for providing us🙏🏼🙏🏼 paularon_ where did you get the third picture.

yourusername did a pic for pic with my fav aron

randomfan y/n calling paul and ralfs mom her fav aron is iconic

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Tallinn, Estonia

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yourusername homeboys took me to their homeland tagged aronralf, paularon_, annaaron_

posted june 12th, 2023

dinobeganovic_ where was i?

paularon_ not invited

randomfan paul is such a model 😍🙏🏼 aronralf oohlala otherfan did she just join their family vacation

anotherone i honestly think she went to meet the family🫣🫣 shes been getting close with ralf *emoji*

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yourusername so,, sponsoring paul has some benefits! one of them might be his brother… tagged aronralf

posted august 1st, 2023

aronralf this is how you tell people we're together? randomfan its all making sense now paularon_ youre welcome btw

yourusername acting as if it wasnt my personal choice to sponsor you specifically🙄🙄

otherfan ralf has been posting her for ages how did we not notice😭😭 andmorefans “you specifically” miss girl are you trying to tell us sponsoring paul was all a plan to date ralf

yourusername it might have been taken into consideration

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istan-idraw · 1 year

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Gift for @balsamfue (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

I'm the kind of human struggling to decide their future career and recently Fue advised and helped me with it. I'm exploring more options now. And then I thought, you know what I need to draw her something and bam- this.

Hope you like it Fue (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

And I think pretty much everyone already knows this but her liveblog @fueliveblogs and artblog @fueart are worth checking out!

#drawing this made realise two things: 1. G rev vody proportions are shit. 2. Ralf's design has no eyebrows (?)#there's just these two lines which ig are supposed to be his eyebrows? idk #looking at this now ig the bg shouldn't have been purple :\#but he's royalty and purple is the colour of royalty so meh- its good #(⁠◡⁠ ⁠ω⁠ ⁠◡⁠)#ralf jurgens #bakuten shoot beyblade #beyblade #gift #gift art #now i want to draw more gifts #(⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠) watch me turn the remaining april into a mini gift-ing event for no reason #just noticed i mistyped body as vody in the first tag (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠)#why don't you do you job autocorrect?? ಠ⁠︵⁠ಠ #bey art #my art

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kinomiya · 6 months

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Robert/Michael with this: “ how long? ” [a confused pause] “ how long have you two been in a relationship ? ” And the person who asks is basically Johnny of all people 8D

I have been running around like a headless chicken for like five days but here you go (finally)

Olivier and Giancarlo had told him he was overthinking, that there was nothing out of the ordinary going on. The two had made several jokes at his expense ranging from asking if they needed to buy him some aluminum foil, to if Nessie had been abducted by aliens and that’s why she hadn’t been photographed since the dawn of mobile phones. But no, he could feel it in his bones, something was different about Ralf.

Schloß Vietgest had been unusually quiet when Johnny set foot inside the estate one chilly late November morning. By this time of day the residence was normally bustling with staff as they tended to all the cooking and cleaning, but instead the place felt… unoccupied.

Johnny knew it was unusual for Ralf to give the castle staff extra time off, not when the indomitable man expected his home to be pristine and ready to entertain hypothetical guests at a moment's notice. So why was it that he didn’t hear any of the usual chatter from the maids he wondered as he removed his shoes in the foyer, before walking deeper into the home.

He heard the first sounds of life as he turned the corner into the corridor that led to Ralf’s study. It was a muffled, unfamiliar voice that sounded full of unbridled rage. For a moment, it crossed his mind this wasn’t a conversation anyone was meant to overhear, which would explain the absence of the normally dutiful staff. These thoughts were hastily replaced by the desire to know exactly what Ralf had been up to lately.

He rested his hand on the doorknob of the study, bracing himself to come face to face with whatever secret his friend had been hiding from them for weeks now. He quietly turned the knob and pushed the heavy oak door open slightly, hearing the voices more clearly as he peered into the dimly lit room.

“—And stop calling me fucking unworldly, whatever the heck that means,” came the heated words from a vaguely familiar blond man with a thick American accent.

“But you are unworld—“ Ralf had begun to speak but was cut off by the mystery man grabbing him by his shirt collar and angrily pushing him back against the desk before firmly planting his lips against Ralf’s in a one-sided heated kiss.

Giancarlo and Olivier could eat it, he had been right.

He forcefully pushed the door open, allowing it to swing and slam against the wall. As the man pinning Ralf against the desk immediately created space between them, looking anxiously towards the door that had crashed open, Johnny recognized him as the American team captain, Michael.

An awkward silence descended upon the room before Johnny finally spoke

“How long?” He asked dumbfounded. Ralf raised an inquiring eyebrow slightly at the question, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning slightly. Whilst Michael seemed to find the knots in the hardwood flooring very interesting. “How long have you two been in a relationship?” Johnny elaborated with an exasperated voice.

“We are not in a relationship, as neither one of us has initiated a courtship,” Ralf spoke monotonously, only allowing his indignation to bleed into his words with a slight scoff.

“Come again?” Johnny said, tilting his head slightly to the side, knowing what his eyes had just seen.

There was shuffling off to the side and an awkward cough which caused both Ralf and Johnny to glance in its direction.

“Hey… I’m gonna leave,” Michael spoke his voice tight as he rubbed the palms of his hands against his faded jeans before shoving them into the pockets of his letterman jacket.

“You both should leave…” Ralf quipped, displeasure clearly evident on his angular facial features. When neither of the other two men made any movement towards the door he made an annoyed exhale before continuing: “…Now.”

Michael spared no extra moments quickly scurrying out the door and vanishing from sight. Johnny looked back at Ralf, a slight smirk forming on his face, pondering how to use this newfound information. Ralf’s eyes narrowed and his frown morphed into a scowl letting him know he had overstayed his welcome

With a wave he turned his back to Ralf, before leaving the study, a feeling of vindication washing over him as he reveled in how he might embellish this story when he shared it with the others.

Because the only thing better than being right, was being able to trample Ralf’s ego in the process.

#Ralf Jürgens #Johnny McGregor #Michael Summers #Michael/Ralf #Beyblade #Bakuten Shoot Beyblade #the beyfic tag #AuroraScartares

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reureuby · 5 months

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Ok maybe this is a really far fetch, but if anyone in Melbourne wants some Kraftwerk tickets for this Friday (Dec 8th), I have two Section C Row B tickets I need to get rid of1!! Shoot me a dm if you’re interested!

#really hoping I might find someone who wants these #yes I’m still going to the concert myself but I also own front row tickets #sorry kraftwerkians looking for fresh new content in the tags #kraftwerk #Melbourne #ralf hütter

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trashdumper · 1 year

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this. ... about a month ago.the very original school paro hi just suppose time to post it

#Kraftwerk #fanart #带着创飞所有人的目的加了tag #I just copy the haircut that I adore.#and then everyone looks like a good students except Ralf. He looks like the most rebellious one lmao

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renerosin · 2 years

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#if he fits he sits #wholesome little things #thank you random photos that show up on my Pinterest #ralf aron #paul aron #f3 #<- he’s under the f3 tag 🥹

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old-mans · 6 months

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Ralf Little

#Ralf Little #fave tag

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obsessedwithegos · 1 year

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Flies In A Web Chapter One - Welcome To Eight!

CWs: Multiple whumpees, Unknown Whumper, Threatening whumpees loved ones, Electrocution, Burning, Character death

Intro post w/ series notes and character info can be found here!

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One by one, the people that laid in a pile in the middle of the living room started to wake up.

Hearing and seeing the reactions was interesting, Rile was the first to wake. Initially re was confused but quickly spotted a familiar face, Scotty.

Scotty tried to brush off Rile, not wanting to be woken up, but a few gentle smacks was enough to get him up and becoming confused as well.

While those two looked around, Ralf woke up next, followed by Valerie; who’s panic caused the others to start to stir as well.

Claude was the last to wake, only being woken by being shaken by Sera.

Confusion was the most prominent among all eight of them as they talked to each other, trying to piece together what happened and where they were. There was also anger, fear, and uncertainty. Isn’t it all so refreshing?

Static coming from an unknown part of the room caused silence as they all looked around.

“Welcome everyone! You all are very confused and that’s alright, you’re here to take part in a game called Eight!” A voice comes from the hidden speakers.

“Hey! Who are you?! Why are we here?!” Rile shouts, trying to find where the speakers were.

“Who I am isn’t too important right now, and you’re here to play my game called Eight!”

“Why.. Is it called Eight?” Aina asked

“Because there’s eight of you to participate in my game, my game called Eight!”

“Stop repeating yourself! What the hell makes you think we’re going to play this game you’ve kidnapped us for!” Claude snapped, already becoming irritated.

“Well the prize for winning is being able to become your best self!” The voice chimed.

“Oh fuck off! I’m out of here!” He yelled, turning to head towards the door.

“Oh? You don’t want to play? Well, maybe I could pick up Kathryn to play instead!”

He pauses to look around, rage burning in his eyes “What the fuck did you just say?”

“Well if any of you don’t want to play, I can just get one of your loved ones for a chance to become their best self!” The voice explained. “Aina, your Rosline would do almost anything to become the best musician she can, wouldn’t she?”

All eyes turn to look at the shadow demon, who meekly nods. “She would.”

“Eliza! That Marley of yours, wouldn’t poi love to become a well known, if not famous, scientist?”

Eliza tenses as the eyes turn to her. “I think so, especially with how much work poi has been putting into pois research.”

“Scotty, don’t think I forgot about your dear mother! Always trying to help people, yes? Wouldn’t she love to be able to help hundreds, if not thousands?”

“Hey! Leave my ma out of this!” Scotty snapped before pausing for a moment. “But yeah, she would.”

“And Claude-”

“Enough.” The fire demon snarled. “You’ve made your point. I’ll stay.”

“Fantastic! With that out of the way, I’ll give you eight some time to adjust and get to know each other! I’ll be back in a bit with your first challenge!”

Then the voice goes silent, leaving the group alone for now.

“Well fuck that. Scotty’s already here.” Rile finally speaks up, turning to go to the door to try to leave.

“Wow, thanks.” Scotty sarcastically replies.

The door knob rattles and clicks under rem’s hand but doesn’t budge, causing rem to groan and reach into rem’s pocket for a lock picking kit re kept on hand.

Re kneels down so re can pick the lock “It’s nothing against you Scotty, but if you’re already here then there’s nothing keeping me heRE-”

The metal tools and the door knob spark to life, sending electricity into Rile, and soon the smell of burning flesh as the tools burned into rem’s hands and the skin around rem’s piercings burned.

As quickly as it started, Rile falls to the ground, twitching, and various screams rang out from the group.

“Oh fuck-” Scotty coughs. “Is- Is re dead?!”

Sera slowly steps towards rem, reaching down to feel for any pulse in rem’s neck.

There was a brief silence, only to be broken by the confirmation. “Re’s dead.”

“We.. We can’t just leave rem there.” He hesitantly spoke, trying to prevent his voice from cracking as he stared at his friend’s corpse.

Sera looks over at Eliza. “Eliza, is it? You’re a healer angel, right? You’ve probably seen and handled death too. Help me carry rem to some other room.”

Eliza pauses before nodding. “Yeah, alright.” She responds, voice shaking, heading over to help Sera pick up Rile’s body to carry it to somewhere else in the house.

“Scotty? Are you alright?” Valerie asked.

“Are you fucking serious?! He just saw his friend die! No! He’s not alright!” Claude shouts.

“I’ll be fine.” Scotty speaks up, taking a breath. “I’m shaken but I’ll be fine.” Maybe repeating it enough times would make it true.

“How are you fine after seeing that?” Aina asked.

“I um.. I ride motorcycles. I’ve seen a lot of brutal crashes.” He explained. “I’m not fine right now. But I will be.”

Valerie walks over to him to wrap xer arm around him to guide him to a couch. “Come on, let's go sit down.” Xey hoped he couldn’t feel xer own shaking through his jacket.

“So Rile was killed for trying to leave, so we’re forced to play regardless?! What if we refuse to play? Huh?! Will we be killed for that too?? Will we be killed for losing?!” Claude shouts, as if trying to rally the others.

“Claude, stop. You’re not helping.” Ralf says.

“Oh shut up! Would you rather I cave your fucking skull in?!”

“Anger isn’t going to get you anywhere here. We need to wait to see what the voice wants from us. We haven’t even seen the rest of the house yet. Save your anger for when it’s actually needed.”

“He’s right.” Aina chimes in. “Rage isn’t helping, if anything, it’s just making this worse right now.”

Claude snorts before crossing their arms. “Whatever.”

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“We found some bedrooms.” Eliza says as both her and Sera walked down the stairs.

“We laid Rile down in one of them and used a blanket to cover rem. It’s not the best, but we thought it was the most respectful thing we could do right now.” Sera explained.

“Thanks.. At least re will be comfortable.” Scotty says, trying to find any sort of comfort in this situation.

“Comfortable? Re won’t be comfortable, re’s de-” Claude is cut off by the sound of static.

“Well, it looks like someone learned that all locked doors here are electrified!” The unknown voice chimes, despite the peppy tone there was an underlying coldness. “Too bad that Rile will miss the first game. Speaking of, the first game is The Floor Is Lava! Everyone has 10 minutes to get ready and then the game will begin! Good luck!”

“We don’t even get time to try to pick ourselves up after a death?” Aina asks, sounding shaken by the thought.

“It doesn’t sound like it.” Ralf comments. “Come on, let’s try to move some stuff around to make the game easier."

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General: @emmettnet @blackberry-bloody

#flies in a web #whump #whump tag #rile tag #scotty tag #claude tag #valerie tag #eliza tag #aina tag #sera tag #ralf tag #major character death #multiple whumpees #unknown whumper #threatened loved ones #electrocution #ask to tag #this is hella experimental so please expect it to be rough! <3 #owe writing

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realboutfatalfury · 2 years

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ooooh they love each other :3 (also happy birthday clark!)

#doodles #kof #clark still #ralf jones #the king of fighters #king of fighters #ikari warriors #<- sure let's tag that as well #when i was drawing this i kept like going 🥺 they looove each other ooooh

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occult-roommates · 8 months

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bold the facts tag

I was tagged by @bastardtrait, thanks a lot le epic sir (im so sorry for making you read this)

I have decided to make two rounds, cause um...it's a silly tag game I can make two characters if I want. First I'm gonna do Audrey, cause my post popular post is her in a bathing suit so she's getting her special moment as a congratulation gift 💅. The second will be Ralf, cause it's white boys wednesday I miss his dilfy ass and also we're finally meeting his family in season 3 #selfpromotion.

Also I just wanna give my secondary characters some love.

The Rules are simple! Tag people and name a character you want to know more about! If you want to let the person you tagged decide who to showcase, then don’t name a character and they can pick somebody. Easy! The person who is tagged will then bold the remarks below which apply to their character &, if they want to, include a picture with their reply!

Putting this all below the cut cause it's long as fuck and I don't wanna clog the tag.

Featuring the world premiere of Audrey's season 3 look. Showcasing a bold direction for the character: a major part of her outfit is NOT pink.

[ PERSONAL ]

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty (I mean she 100% grew up wealthy but now that she lives on her own in bumfuck nowhere she's closer to moderate though she still has money)

✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other

✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other - on the job )

✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ FAMILY ]

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between

♦ disorganized / organized / in between

♦ close minded / open-minded / in between

♦ calm / anxious / in between

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between

♦ cautious / reckless / in between

♦ patient / impatient / in between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between

♦ leader / follower / in between

♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between

♦ cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown

♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown

♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

❀ Philosophical: yes / no

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable /naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic

☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater (she's a busy woman she ain't got time for cooking ok)

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic

♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

Part zwei babyyyyyy

Ralf's pilot stache era in his early 30s was a fucking crime I swear to god. Also Ralf is the blond one, ignore that dude with purple hair this ain't about him.

[ PERSONAL ]

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other

✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other - on the job )

✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ FAMILY ]

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between

♦ disorganized / organized / in between

♦ close minded / open-minded / in between

♦ calm / anxious / in between

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between

♦ cautious / reckless / in between

♦ patient / impatient / in between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between

♦ leader / follower / in between

♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between

♦ cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown

♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown

♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic (He was raised and still consider himself culturally Jewish, but he lost all faith in God a long long time ago)

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

❀ Philosophical: yes / no

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable /naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic (ok this has never been said explicitely but like...it has been heavily implied more than once and was waiting the right moment to reveal it...wouldn't expect the right moment to be a tag game but eh)

☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict (he probably tried some sus stuff at parties while younger, but never got into anything in particular)

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater (dude is in shape cause he works out a lot, but like, as shown here, he eats like crap especially in between flight without his wife to cook for him)

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic

♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

Um...I don't know who to tag, cause like everyone I'm feeling comfortable tagging have already done it, and most of my mutuals nowadays are the aviation girlies not the simblr folks...So the classic "if you see this you can do it blah blah blah have fun go wild". Anyway, meme baby drinking a milkshake.

#ts4 #simblr #tag game #occult roommates #audrey newberry #ralf montag

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kinomiya · 11 months

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This is fucking unhinged, I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.

I’m going to put myself in fucking jail for this.

There was a sharp knock before the door to Ralf’s office swung open as a tall figure entered through the threshold without gaining permission, his eyes trained on the small stack of papers in his hand.

“Hey, do you think you’d be able to make copies of some items from the special collections?” Hitoshi asked, flicking the paper stack with his free hand as he looked up and was greeted by the sight of the other man sitting at his desk, book in hand, wearing a pair of rectangular glasses with a well trained frown on his face.

He paused as he watched Ralf correct the slight slouch in his posture, before gently placing a page marker between the novel's yellowed pages before shutting the covers with a sharp thump.

Hitoshi’s eyebrows furrowed as he tried to recall if he’d ever seen the archivist wearing glasses before. He often prided himself in his attention to details, and he found himself deeply unsettled at the idea he’d miss something so obvious. Especially when he’d spent the better part of the school year fixating on the new addition to the libraries support staff.

Not that it was that big of a deal.

“It would depend on what you’re looking for, Dr. Kinomiya,” Ralf replied, his voice flat except for the familiar German lilt Hitoshi had recently become hyper aware of.

Hitoshi exhaled, silently marching over to the large oak desk, covered in books and neatly organized stacks of paper. He gingerly held out the small bundle of papers he’d been carrying to the man who sat on the other side.

Ralf accepted the papers, adjusting his glasses as he scanned through the document, his face emotionless as he shuffled the pages top to bottom, scrutinizing every requested item down to the page number. It made Hitoshi feel like a timid student again, standing before his academic supervisor waiting for them to tear his research to pieces and tell him to start all over. Realms away from the reality that he was a permanent lecturer at one of the oldest, prestigious universities in the world.

He watched as the younger man gently slid the final sheet of paper to the bottom of the stack before quietly setting the pages on the desk in front of him. Ralf intertwined his long slender fingers together. He exhaled almost inaudibly, closing his eyes as he was consumed by a quiet, contemplative thought.

Hitoshi shoved his hands into his trouser pockets and looked up at the office's plaster ceiling. He would never admit he was too scared to interrupt the archivists' thoughts.

Because the last thing he wanted was for Ralf to tell him to fill out a special collection request like everyone else had to, and then he’d no longer be able to admire the old oak furniture, the endless books, or the way his long fingers readjusted those glasses…

“—should be reasonably accommodated.” Hitoshi’s gaze moved from staring at the office's gothic plaster ceiling design back to Ralf, hearing only the latter half of his words.

“Great, just email me when it’s ready,” Hitoshi said, feigning nonchalance as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his hands still in his pockets.

“Of course,” Ralf replied simply, picking up the book he had abandoned earlier. Gingerly opening it to the marked page and removing the bookmark from between the pages. When Hitoshi failed to leave the office he looked up, an eyebrow raised slightly. The two stared at each other in silence for a moment, before Ralf finally asked: “Is there something else?”

“Have you always worn glasses?” Hitoshi asked unceremoniously, before promptly clenching his jaw and internally berating himself for being so boorish.

“No, my new contact lenses were delayed,” Ralf said simply, his eyes moving to scan the novel in front of him, disinterested in the conversation.

“I see,” Hitoshi replied, as he continued to linger in the dimly lit office.

“Why?” Ralf inquired indifferently, as he flipped the page of the book.

“Oh… you know,” Hitoshi started, nervously backing towards the doorway, resting his hand on the brass knob before turning it and pushing it open before adding awkwardly: “You look good that’s all.”

As quickly as Hitoshi uttered those words he bolted out of the office, leaving the normally indomitable man with a bewildered expression on his face.

Ralf grimaced as the office door slammed shut with such force the windows of the office rattled and he had to wonder.

What on earth had gotten into him today?

#The Beyfic Tag #Beyblade #Bakuten Shoot Beyblade #Ralf Jürgens #Hitoshi Kinomiya #just some good old fashioned gay panic for pride month #No one talk to me about this (but actually do)#aren’t we all just Hitoshi here???

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