#starter:riley

[fxckupmusings]

open to: f/m/nb

muse: riley sullivan. 31. security for the mob/hired gun.

plot: Your muse’s car breaks down in a bad part of the city. Riley just finished handling something nearby. He doesn’t want to get involved… but he does.

It's too quiet for this part of the city. Riley notices things like that. He's halfway down the block when he sees the hood of the car popped open and hazard lights blinking weakly against the dark. Wrong neighborhood. Wrong hour. He considers walking past. He should. He doesn't need complications. But then a car slows down at the corner. Lingers. Riley changes direction, approaching the front of the car. "Car problems?" He asks, stopping a few feet away. His tone is neutral. Calm. Not unkind, but he doesn't smile either. The idling car at the corner pulls forward slowly. Riley glances at it once, then back at the owner of the car. "I can take a look. Trust me, you don't want to be out here alone."

[bicvrious-a]

open to: male, nb

There was something special about attending a wedding ceremony, even though Riley was doing that almost every weekend because of his job as a freelance singer. Despite being a happy single himself, he loved watching two people promising each other forever, even though the statistics certainly weren’t in their favor. It gave him goosebumps, but in a good way. Yes, Riley Seong was secretly a sentimental sap like that. Don’t tell anyone. 

Tonight, he was booked by an elderly couple, two widowers who had managed to find love again, which he thought was simply adorable. The majority of the crowd were seniors, and half of them dozed off in the middle of the ceremony, but that didn’t discourage Riley from giving his best effort as he performed for them. There was also someone in the audience who caught his attention, and who he was hoping to impress. The guy stood out because of how much younger he was than the average person attending, but also because he just so happened to be Riley’s type. Singing all these cheesy love songs had put him in a mood, and whilst flirting with a wedding guest wasn’t very professional, he figured that it couldn’t do much harm. 

“So, you’re the grandson I keep hearing about?” Riley inquired, cocking a curious eyebrow.  “A darling boy. Kind and handsome. Good with computers, and somehow still single, that’s you?” His lips curled up into a cheeky smile. “My, Gertrude certainly didn’t lie about your shoulders.” 

[it-started-out]

Riley had been hunting down those with superpowers now for three years. Growing up she had always believed that those with powers were the heroes, every comic, book and film made them out that way. Then her eyes had been opened by her ex. He showed her that not only did people with superpowers exist but that they were bad people - and Riley believed him. Not just because of his word, but because of what she had seen. Riley had never encountered a person with superpowers that made her think differently, that contradicted her belief that all of those with superpowers were evil and that they wanted to hurt those who were without such powers. She had come into contact with a group of people who also dedicated their lives to hunting them and Riley often joined them on missions, and they had requested her help on this particular one. Apparently, there was a bunch of them living and working in an abandoned building. The mission had been going well until Riley got separated from the group. A flash of blonde hair caught her attention and Riley had followed the person into a dark and boarded up room. She stepped in cautiously with her weapon raised, not knowing what this person was capable of. 

@escxping-fxte

[palepassives]

@ ohmaybc // inspired by this

     riley raised his right hand to his lips, pads of his fingertips trailing along the wet substance that had been gushing out. the boy rarely found himself down during a match, but his opponents final blow nearly knocked him over, sending him face first into the asphalt. “fuck!” the blond muttered out, holding his hand up in the air, fingers extended as a way to tell the rest of his crew that he needed a second. though much to his dismay the guy he was paired up against didn’t seem to care that he needed a minute, trying to take another swipe at his face while he was already down. “give me a fucking minute, we aren’t even in the fucking ring.” he spat, getting up on both feet so he towered over the other. and another straight hit, this time to his eye, head shaking as he realized that he was off his game. but before he could speak again the shrill of a voice, much higher than anyone who was out fighting for the night echoed throughout the alley. the boy shifted his gaze, squinting his eyes so he could make out the figure that seemed to be running in their direction.

[thosecrazyxkids]

"Fuck. I am so hungry."