#he listens to tokyo drift while driving

[kindlykolorful]

seojun brainrot + my friend loves him so i had to

ok but pedrita (my cat) fell in love too:

[satoruhour]

GO!

a/n: racer jjk men …….. mmgfnghgn..gg.f.. if u can tell i’ve never watched f&f, you would be correct. i only watched tokyo drift for research 😭 also im talking out of my ass by using random car terminology !!!! i don’t even know whether anything i said was possible so just close one eye please :3

warnings: essentially car sex & pet names & unprotected sex for everything, fingering, clit stimulation, praise, public sex, geto listens in on a call, riding, implied p → v penetration, implied creampie / breeding, implied threesome w/ stsg (gojo), clit stimulation, handjob, semi-public sex, p → v penetration, doggy, geto asks and then takes a pic of you, creampie / breeding (geto), praise, oral (f receiving), fingering, pleasure dom nanami, squirting, clit stimulation (nanami), age gap (reader’s early 20s, toji is forty), oral (m receiving) while driving, facefucking, semi-public sex, clit stimulation, daddy kink, implied p → v penetration (toji), n*sfw under the cut

✶ GOJO

“my, my,” gojo smirks as he looks over to you in his 1999 Nissan Skyline R34 when your hand makes contact with his thigh, “couldn’t wait till we reached there?” on the way to the races that gojo loved to bring you to, it was a silent rule that gojo was one of the people that ruled the underground racing scene in tokyo — that means leaving his opponent sighing at the steering wheel and being the object of your kisses at the end of it.

gojo was talented, but he knew he wouldn’t sit well in the driver’s seat if he didn’t share the victory with you. the racer speeds at any opportunity, but today he takes the time to drive his baby just so he could have more time to fuck her.

sometimes gojo rubs off on you in terms of disposition, because you’ve become fairly good with composing yourself into times of tribulation with your constantly-horny boyfriend. your calmness could be commended, but your breaths still give off your aroused state, his fingers continuing to draw a faint line up your legs which are rubbing and squeezing against each other. even with the aircon on full blast, you still feel undeniably hot.

“so wet…” gojo hums as his hand feels the wet patch that’s pooling in your panties before slipping it to the side, driving unaffected while he keeps his eyes on the road. he’s fucked you so many times already, memorised the feel of your body that it doesn’t take him much to insert his fingers and find that sweet spot. you squeal, hands flying to grab at his forearm. your pussy clenches around his fingers, and it makes him hum, pushing him to adjust his pelvis in his seat. no doubt your cute sounds are affecting him.

“s-satoru! the race?” you panic and hope to distract his attention elsewhere, but gojo’s a master at multitasking.

“what’re you talking about? we’re on the way, princess.” he’s right, taking you through the familiar streets of shinjuku before switching to a lane that takes the car into an underground tunnel. it’s a route you can remember, but you hardly give a shit currently where you can feel your juices pool below you.

“sato—” you whine, your squeezing thighs doing nothing to deter him, “your s-seat’s getting soaked.”

“s’fine, i’ll clean it up later,” gojo grins, sparing you a quick glance where he likes you the most: lips parted with moans escaping, knuckles white from clutching onto the seat and your pussy leaking your juices all over his palm. “c’mon, you’re a good girl, aren’t you? don’t you want to cum?” gojo knows all of your habits, so he taunts you, teases you by slowing down his fingers just a little and plays with your clit. a ringtone doesn’t distract him, easily accepting the call from his phone on the dashboard.

there’s a soft on the way? from the caller, seemingly whispering into the phone like he was hiding from something and you’re struggling to keep from moaning too loud by keeping a hand to your mouth. you’re hyperfocused on your boyfriend’s fingers that you don’t exactly hear what they’re talking about, but you do faintly make it out to be geto on the other end. you’re so close that you might’ve left bruises on gojo’s forearm.

“satoru, you might wanna camp out in a nearby parking lot before comin’ over. officers are patrolling around the starting line.” it wasn’t weird for races to be pushed back, by engines malfunctioning, by police officers doing their nightly patrol but while the black-haired racer is just a little agitated at the delay, you’re surprised to see your boyfriend sporting a shit-eating smile.

“good, that just means i have more time,” gojo pauses to groan when you start to clench around his fingers. he knows you’re close and you want to fucking kill him when he easily reaches the spot that has you seeing stars, all the while having his best friend on the line, “to fuck my lovely girlfriend.”

“oh f-fuck… satoru! ’m cumming mmf…!” you don’t bother holding back on your mewls and whimpers, then, not exactly caring if geto hears cause he’s shared you with him before. gojo fingers you through your orgasm, your pupils blown wide and jaw dropping as you seek refuge in the hot pink seats gojo got for you while you continue to cry out his name.

within minutes, he’s pulling into an abandoned parking lot and swerving the car into a secluded spot before making use of the modification he made to his Skyline, reclining his driver’s seat (courtesy of your suggestion and he was driving off to the mechanic the next day) and beckoning you over with a smile.

you could only return his sly smile as he removes his pants, cock already hard and weeping from its tip from all the teasing he’s done to you, hard from knowing he’s the only one to get you moaning like a bitch in heat. and when you sink down easily, it’s like heaven on earth, the adrenaline giving the both of you a high.

it’s no surprise when gojo easily wins the race later, receiving you with open arms and a sloppy kiss, all while his cum’s leaking from your panties and your cunt still feels a little empty — so when you both receive a message from geto asking for a late-night drive with just the three of you, you’re quick to leave the scene to get stuffed full again.

✶ GETO

“suguru!” you smile as you enter the garage that’s housed suguru’s cars since he was a high school student, the familiar gold and black accents spread throughout the large space. he was lucky to have a father who’s a manufacturer, and despite the many engines and parts he’s gone through, it was a wonder his dad hasn’t exactly uncovered his rising fame in the tokyo racing scene, even if he comes home with some cuts and a roughed up car to match.

“hey princess,” he calls out, still focused on the minute parts of the 13B-REW engine and switching out his outdated intercooler for the Blitz, something that he had to persuade his father with with good grades and exemplary behaviour in his after school activities. “just making some changes to the Mazda. how’s my baby doin’— oh wow.”

your immediate reaction is to grin at him, heat blooming throughout your face as you descend the steps to where his vehicles were, sporting a cute little miniskirt and knee high boots. it’s not that you haven’t dressed like this before, but every time you do, it manages to make his breath hitch. that’s not the main attractive point today, though, eyes dropping to the fat of your thigh where a new tattoo had found its home — a black widow weaving chinese knots and it looks so damn good on you that your boyfriend wastes no time in removing the hood strut and slamming the hood close.

you don’t usually sit on his 1997 Veilside Mazda RX-7 much, but geto is determined to change that when you’re propped up like a doll on the sleek black design of the car, wandering hands slipping under your skirt as you’re humming into the deepening kiss. the other groans against your lips when he finds your clit, rubbing languid circles into it and you spread your legs further to accommodate his fingers, exposing your neck for his lips to suck on while his free hand gets busy with your perky tits.

“you’re so… fuckin’ wet,” geto mumbles into your neck, stifling your moans with yet another kiss. the way he’s rubbing at your bundle of nerves is so distinct, you couldn’t even replicate it if you tried, usually left dissatisfied after cumming on your own fingers. “my pretty angel.”

“yeah? you like me on your Mazda?” you say with a lilt to your voice, and although the pet names bring another wave of shyness and fire to your cheeks, your hands speak otherwise as they trail down his torso to the trousers he’s got on. it’s you against him to see who makes the other break first — geto moans when you fish out his dick, already semi-hard from all the teasing and your hand’s warm like how your pussy usually feels, stroking him in a pace that matches the hand on your clit.

“fucking love you on it,” geto laughs breathlessly, hot breath fanning against your lips and hips bucking into your palm, “love your hands on my cock, too.”

“ditto, baby,” you reply in a breathy whimper, but geto mutters something else along the lines of too bad i need my cock in you now before a surprised yelp leaves you when you’re flipped over suddenly. with hands flat on the hood and a knee propped up, he’s careful not to bring any discomfort to your new tattoo. bit by bit, he’s sheathing himself into your dripping cunt, pleas and obscenities flooding the spacious garage as you beg him to move.

your boyfriend’s a racer, ’course he knows how to do that, but he takes pride in teasing you, letting you feel every last bit of his dick as he bottoms out. “suguru… fuck me, please.”

“planning on it — shit, you’re so tight — let me enjoy your cute lil pussy for a bit, princess.” geto has both hands move down the expanse of your back, appreciating your attractive arch, and then then down to your ass and folds where he’s filling you with his fat cock. and when he starts to move, your mewls become incomprehensible and your fingers grasp at anything, but you’re afraid of scratching the smooth finishing of his Mazda, settling for holding onto his forearms.

“suguruuu… oh my g-god!” you love the way your obscene noises fill the space, juices flowing freely down your thighs as the other finds a steady pace. “right there— f-fuck…”

geto is no different, hypnotised with how his length disappears into your heat that he doesn’t notice your twitching body, but he still knows you’re close by how your clamp around him like a vice, pussy tightening up to make sure he gives you all his cum. by this time, you’re delirious from the squelching noises of your cunt and the slap of his hips into yours that your orgasm comes unexpectedly.

“cumming, cumming, suguru—!” your thighs shake and shiver through the euphoric feeling, still riding the wave of the orgasm before geto wraps his arms tight around your middle, mumbling confessions into your ears until he’s spilling deep into you, too. geto cums so much, and you moan at the feeling of being filled up, body slumping forward. between geto’s help and an aching question, you’re content to lay on the stunning car as he snaps a photo of you before cleaning you up.

it’s not until later when you’re at getting pounded again by him when you see his phone screen light up — the screensaver photo being the one of you on his car with legs pried open and cum spilling out your pretty pussy — that you know you’ve got geto wrapped around your finger.

✶ NANAMI

“mr. nanami?” your father calls out in the deserted shop, empty apart from the clang of metal against metal and the late night radio droning on about some love story sent in by a listener. despite how it’s almost 11 at night, your father was always happy to help with people’s cars due to a love for them since he was young.

even if that someone’s car was a 1968 Dodge Charger with a LS3 engine that he only knew the US had. when he comes around the back, he merely rubs his fingers together.

“this guy’s got money money,” you burst out laughing, landing a hit on your dad’s shoulder at his comment, but he wasn’t exactly wrong. looking out from the supply room, the man standing near the entrance of the shop looked exactly like the part: rich, tall, blonde, hot, and donning an annoyed look as he scolds someone named gojo who’s on the other line.

there’s a firm expression set into his features before he lunges forward at the sound of his surname and his pondering expression melts away to make way for a smile, and you swear you feel your knees buckle. but you have no time for daydreaming, also emerging from the room to collect money and complete the transaction like you usually do with clients.

“my daughter here will take your payment,” the older man nods his head toward you after explaining the changes he made to the engine, specifically the crankshaft which contained newer journals with older webs — this particular combination made the oil system faulty and rigid, and even for a tamer temper like nanami’s, it still irritated him to no end when the Dodge Charger wouldn’t start properly.

this would’ve been a piece of cake to solve, though, if it wasn’t for your dad’s japan-only parts, which function minutely different to american engines. so your dad had promised another day to fix nanami’s car after the parts had arrived, even refusing to accept nanami’s apologies and offers to pay for the america-based engine the first time he came to you guys.

it’s like the initial demeanour had faded, bowing profusely at the kind-hearted nature of your dad and he waves it off, passing it off as a passion that still burned strong within him; he only wrote a receipt for the repair of the engine, after all.

“collect the nice man’s payment and close up shop, okay?” your father places a kiss to your template and bids farewell to nanami as well who’s feeling still a little flustered, “i’ll head off to bed first.”

“thank you, truly,” nanami bowed again to you as he felt around for his card, producing a black card for you to process the transaction.

“it’s nothin’. dad’s usually like that, always so generous with his services and then blames it on his passion,” you laugh a little and nanami does too.

“i understand, tell him thank you again.”

you shoot him a thumbs up and a smile, handing him back his card with clammy palms and fidgety fingers. you both know you’re not exactly ready to say goodbye to this fine-ass man so you strike up conversation with a terribly stupid opener.

“so… you drive?”

“i would think so,” nanami chuckles as he makes his way over to his Dodge Charger, loving the way you almost want to dig yourself a hole from what you asked, “i race. actually.”

and you swear you can hear the pulse in your pussy quicken, swallowing a lump in your throat at the vision of being spread out on the hood of nanami’s car, blonde head of hair hidden between your legs.

you just didn’t know that vision would come true today; well — tomorrow, since one question led to a conversation past twelve, led to advances from the both of you and now you’re moaning out nanami’s name as your sensitive core is being devoured by the racer, kneeling at the front of his own car like the hood of his car is your throne.

you voice your concerns about being ate out so shamelessly with the garage door open, voice breaking as he eats and laps at your dripping cunt like a starved man, sucking hard on your clit as he plays with your hole, teasing his thick fingers around your entrance just enough for it to clench around nothing.

“it’s past 12, don’t worry your pretty little head about someone watching,” he reassures you, palms spread out against your stomach. “plus, you taste divine,” nanami groans from your core before he plunges a finger into you, causing you to jerk in shock at the intrusion — it’s so good you forget about your worries. “so tight too, shit.”

“nanami…” you drag out the last bits of his name in a whine, hips bucking up to take in more of his needy tongue and his replied hum sends vibrations throughout your body. you’re so wet that you’re able to take another finger. “just like that. oh my god, your t-tongue.” your hand naturally pulls at his blonde locks, pushing him deeper into your centre; he likes it, squeezing your ass in the process.

“can i cum, nanami?” you plead for it, the unexpected obedience has nanami reeling and he gives you the green light.

“’course you can, such a good girl, aren’t you?” the shop is filled with your moans and the dirty, sopping sounds of your pussy as he flicks his tongue, memorising the way your thighs clench around his head and how sweet you smell and taste. he’s definitely not letting this pussy go, “good girls get to cum.”

“i’m gonna— ooh shiitt…” nanami lets your hips go on their own accord and another groan from the racer is enough to have you cumming on his fingers and tongue, “fuuck, i’m cumming-!” he praises you like you’re his royalty while you gush all over him, squirting your release all over his face as he happily downs your juices like he’s done it before. he’s sure to do it again in the future.

“attagirl,” both the metal of his car and his affectionate names for you sends tremors throughout your body and legs, orgasming so hard you see white and it’s clear he enjoys giving head like his life depended on it.

you catch your breath briefly, brushing your fingers through his hair and admiring the sight before you until he returns to his intimidating and looming height, helping you to sit up and patting your thigh affectionately

“hope that’s enough payment for the parts. or would you prefer instalments instead?” he says the cheesy line with such a calm face you’d think he was in a business meeting, but the stoicism makes you stifle a giggle.

it’s not long before you’re returning your dad the money nanami had insisted on, but more importantly, being all dolled up in the passenger seat, his teasing hand on your thigh and a full pretty lace set underneath your miniskirt.

✶ TOJI

it’s not uncommon to find a veteran on the racing scene. fushiguro toji had his time of fame in the 80s, but now he’s back for more after fathering a whole child — something his close friends back then didn’t think he could do. it was an endearing sight, a large, burly man carrying something as precious as megumi but it didn’t halt his drifting trips on the mountains, taking his 1966 Chevrolet Corvette for a ride every time he needed to clear his mind; on a less safer note, megumi as a toddler was sometimes in the passenger seat.

megumi was already set to follow in his footsteps the moment he was born, showing a keen interest in cars more than robots or barbies (toji did buy one when megumi reached for a doll dressed in all black, though) and that only increased when he accompanied his dad on his drift trips, many times imagining himself in front of the wheel, gliding through the corners easily. even if the corvettes in the 60s weren’t exactly drifting material, he learned to do it perfect. plus, it still held memories for toji.

“who’s that?” your friend could hardly stop her jaw from hitting the floor after her comment, clearly a little flustered at seeing a forty year old stroll through the underground car parks like he owned the place. he did, 20 years ago, but his name seems to still precede him when hushed whispers and murmurs follow him. although he’s here to support his son’s first drifting race, he’s still fairly popular to be getting enquiries from curious mechanics and avid car enjoyers.

“megumi’s dad,” you grin with a hidden sense of satisfaction, because you didn’t just know him from afar. how his hips swayed when he walked or how he loved that stupid compression shirt, that was everyone’s perception of him, but you knew how his hips felt as it grinded against you. you always never fail to recall the raspiness of his voice against your ears as he mumbled the dirtiest things, only for you to hear. it’s why you revel in the way your friend’s jaw drop past the concrete into hell when the older man catches your eye (he always liked to look for you in crowds), and winks, prompting the gossip to only increase in volume.

“you’re in cahoots with megumi’s dad?” you didn’t care much if people suspected something going on between the two of you. even megumi didn’t exactly care, who was a few years younger than you in his last year of high school. he was content enough that his dad wasn’t alone after giving so much of him to raise megumi. anyway, you always had his trust fund to rely on and if anyone fucked you as good at toji did, you wouldn’t give two shits either way.

“hey doll,” toji’s grin matches yours, planting a sloppy kiss to your temple as you both wait at his Corvette, all roughed up from the race the day before. he hasn’t had time to fix it up, driving the familiar route to the mechanics before you sent him a text about how megumi’s got challenged to a race by some newbie at school — it was laughable so much so that it even prompted toji to use those emojis he hated so much.

it was a race worth seeing, especially if one of the contestants was the tokyo drifting king’s son. toji doesn’t need to say much, waving off megumi with a salute before the countdown begins like clockwork. the increasing revs of their engines draw you from your stupor, the newbie looking wrongfully excited despite the failure that’ll befall him in a few minutes. once go is signalled, they take off, giggling at you feel toji’s arm curl around your waist.

“he’ll win,” he’s as nonchalant as they come, but it rings true when he’s the one who had megumi going 15 rounds ’round the docks and mountains every week. with screeching tires, a RB26DETT engine and years of drifting lessons to back him up, megumi finishes the race first. he rolls his eyes when his friends and fans crowd his car like moths to a flame, but he can’t help shoot a wave to his father who smiles genuinely. it was unspoken that megumi was silently thanking him inside, before he drives off to celebrate the easy win.

“c’mon, baby. we’ve had our share. say goodbye like a good girl,” you pull your friend into a side hug who’s still barely able to wrap her head around the two of you, but she’s able to muster a brief goodbye before the rev of his Corvette draws eyes once again, speeding off into the night. it’s clear toji’s on a high from watching his son race and win, seeing it in the way he goes full throttle past shibuya square and down inokashira street with a laugh.

the fire in his eyes, the coy grin he’s got on reminds you of times you’ve experienced the feeling of toji deep in you, clutching onto the sheets on the tatami mats and face shoved into the pillow as he bullies his fat cock into you. the thoughts have you feeling up his thigh, and he doesn’t notice your wandering, needy hands until they come incredibly close to his cock. he shifts gears before grasping onto your wrist, shooting you a look of warning.

but you do anything but listen, rejoicing in your small victory when you feel the car slow down from his speeding spree so it’s safe for you. palming his bulge, you gasp at how hard he already is and he adjusts his lower half, clearly uncomfortable with his tightening pants.

“let me make you feel good, toji,” you mumble, hands fumbling with his belt and zipper before you pull his dick from his boxers, looking so pretty with its mushroom tip that leaks pre-cum. toji pulls lightly on your hair as a second warning before you’re able to twist your body to lean down, eyes flitting up to look at him in faux apology. “sorry, daddy.”

toji sighs once your mouth descends on his cock, eyebrows furrowed and hand squeezing your nape in pleasure. no matter how many times you get his length in his mouth, the size always catches you off guard and it causes you to choke when the car runs over a speedbump. you have to take a second to cough.

“sorry, babylove,” you wordlessly shake your head as a way to say it’s okay, because toji takes care of you without you needing to ask him; it’s only fair he deserves his own fair share of care too. “but your mouth— shit. feels so fuckin’ good on daddy’s cock.”

you suck in your cheeks and pump the places where your mouth can’t reach, sides already aching from the uncomfortable position but you continue to bob your head. toji’s groans and bucking hips has got you soaking your panties, spit and pre-cum dribbling down the sides of his length and you waste no time to lick a stripe to clean up, settling for circling your tongue around his tip.

toji moans out with a number of profanities and a fist tightly clenched around the steering wheel — your mouth is so soft and warm that he decides that he needs to pull over at a quiet parking lot behind a bar so he can focus on fucking your mouth and imagine it’s your tight pussy he’s plunging into, not that he has to imagine. your lips are still on him when the car halts and you feel more stable than ever, both hands pulling apart his thighs to take him deeper into your mouth.

“cock’s so big,” you babble and ramble like a little slut, slurping up your messy job with the help of your hands. just like your walls, the ridges along your mouth feel lovely and when his tip meets the back of your throat, he throws his head back. “need your cum down my throat…” 

“yeah?” toji breathes out, hands tangling themselves in your hair before tapping your skull, a discussed rule for the two of you: two taps on your head when he wants to facefuck you, and two taps on his thigh if you can’t breathe. “i’ll have ta fuck your little whore mouth first, can daddy do that?”

you nod lazily, steadying yourself on the compartment housing the stick shift before his hips lift off the seat and he starts a pace that even he can’t keep up for long. one look at your cute doe eyes has got him whining and mumbling about how pretty you look right now, clutching on your head so hard that it has his knuckle turning white.

toji’s thighs are flexing and contracting from the movement, but you can point out when he starts to fumble and tremble at the mercy of your mouth. his thrusts are getting sporadic, just like how you’re reaching your limit, too, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. “g’nna cum down your throat, baby, ya want that?”

you sound a hum of agreement before toji’s hips still and he shoots his load down your throat, thick blobs of cum that spill from his tip, “that’s it, doll, take it all like a good slut,” and you swallow at least twice to get it all down. you show him a small amount of cum left on your tongue before he brings you up to kiss you harshly, giving your ass a firm smack and then you’re plopping down onto the seat again, wiping the side of your mouth like a good meal well devoured.

the wind is immediately knocked out of you as he brings up the speed with a hand inching towards your core, and you’re so glad he’s switched out his 327 small-block for a 427 V8 engine, the lampposts speeding past you and his fingers playing with your cunt enough to give you an adrenaline high to last throughout the night, cause toji’s far from done with you.

okay i digress. / pt. 2 here

[softstraykidshours]

~skz when they're stuck in traffic ~

pairing: none, just ot8 stray kids

genre: fluff, headcanon

length: 375

warnings: none (other than traffic and low key road rage lol)

chan

he is so prepared for this situation, like this man has basically all the emergency supplies you could possibly need (this includes a water bottle to pee in just in case)

already has spare snacks for basically any type of craving

he’s a big “listening to podcasts to kill time” guy

he will usually save the newest episode of one of his favorite podcasts for when he's stuck in traffic as a way to make waiting forever more enjoyable for himself

minho

the silence is so loud

he doesn't really talk when he's stuck in traffic, but he’s the kind to use aggressive hand motions

will white knuckle the steering wheel out of unadulterated rage

once traffic clears enough, call him vin diesel with the way he just tokyo drifts through lanes to escape

changbin

he becomes a total dad when stuck in traffic

he's checking google maps to see how much farther ahead traffic will last

he’s also the one that will report accidents or traffic to google so other people know about it

making dad comments like “gen z doesnt know how to drive,” “i remember when there wasn't this much traffic” literally the entire time

hyunjin

sooooo dramatic

this is quite literally the worst moment of his life and no one can convince him otherwise

how dare traffic be bad while he’s on the road??? disrespectful

will not stop complaining and whining about it the entire time he's stuck and for at least an hour after the traffic clears up

jisung

he is so loud out of straight fear

he doesn't like stopping on the freeway so the second he sees brake lights, he's yelling as if the world is about to implode

“please don't hit me please don't hit me please don't hit me”

he turns off any music and makes anyone in the car with him stay silent for the entirety of traffic because it "helps him focus"

felix

the nicest person you will ever be stuck in traffic with

he is sooo nice, like he is letting 4 people in ahead of him to merge

everyone behind him hates him (i can't blame them)

will be apologizing to the other car if someone almost hits him

likes being stuck in traffic because it gives him more time to talk with whoever is traveling with him

seungmin

his road rage just gets worse as the time goes on

he absolutely hates traffic and blames everyone else but himself

will keep the same even tone of voice with his comments, but will get so much meaner

“this wouldn't happen if everyone knew how to zipper”

“you stupid idiot what the hell are you thinking?!”

jeongin

he's not driving

he’s the passenger princess so he’s having a pretty good time while stuck in traffic because he doesn't have to navigate any of it

but he is 100% side seat driving

everything you do is wrong and he could have gotten you out to traffic ages ago if he was the one driving

[bubble-dream-inc]

TOO SLOW!

tokyo revengers street racing AU hcs + what cars they drive

⤷ feat. Draken, Baji, Souya, Nahoya, Koko, Ran and Sanzu

a/n: this is extremely specific and self indulgent bc i have 0 car enthusiast friends so i'm forcing y'all to listen to my ramblings thanks

KEN RYUUGUJI → Nissan Skyline GTR R32 

☆ I can picture Draken with any modded up Sedan with a wide body kit tbh, in fact, his car is the most modified of them all, both in performance and cosmetics, since he does own an automotive shop.

☆So he spends his free time tinkering on his envied dark pink Skyline, and he’s arguably one of the most skilled drivers out there, even if not the most competitive one.

KEISUKE BAJI → Mazda RX-7 

☆ Baji is a menace, and his car reflects that perfectly. His black and red Mazda makes the other racers quake in fear just by looking at it and knowing the amount of raw skill its driver has, but, while Baji does enjoy a good ol’ fashioned sprint race, it would be a shame to have such a classic car and not master the art of drifting, so that’s exactly what he did.

☆You can find him in the most dangerous corners, the loud exhaust and the sound of the screeching tires being heard from miles away. A bit of a hoonigan.

SOUYA KAWATA → Subaru Legacy GT Spec B

☆Angry doesn’t really care that much for competition, he’s more of a casual racer/cruiser, that’s why he has a more casual - and less modded - car.

☆His blue Subaru might not look that intimidating or fast, but he makes up for it with skill, deceiving any rival who decides to underestimate him. His car is the textbook definition of a sleeper.

NAHOYA KAWATA → Toyota Supra A80

☆Like his younger brother, Smiley is never at an event that much for the race itself - that’s just an afterthought -, no, he’s much more focused on showing off his tuned Supra whose looks can make any head turn.

☆Sure, he loves winning, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the attention of the crowd fawning over his red, neon-and-audio-system-in-the-trunk clad car, especially once he revs up to show off his extremely loud exhaust and backfire.

HAJIME KOKONOI → Stock Rimac Nevera

☆Listen, Koko doesn’t actually give a shit about cars, he just likes to win, hence why he’d rather fork out an ungodly amount of money to import a supercar instead of modding a normal one.

☆That’s also why he prefers drag racing, since he knows he has no skill, winning them shouldn’t be a problem against more skilled drivers as long as he has the most horsepower - and money - in the room.

RAN HAITANI → Lotus Exige Cup 430

☆Ran values luxury and elegance more than anything, so it makes sense he would have one of the most well known Lotus models. Sure, it might not be your usual street racing car, but, at the starting line, it’s always the sleekest, and its sheer power makes everyone look his way and whisper about it once he arrives in any race.

☆ Granted, much like Smiley, he would rather stay on the sidelines feeding off the attention he gets off onlookers gushing about his expensive vehicle.

HARUCHIYO SANZU → Mitsubishi Lancer Evo I

☆When it comes to driving aggressively, Sanzu is worse than Baji. He doesn’t mind playing dirty to win, and will ram into any car that dares stand too close for comfort at the track, even if it’s at the expense of his own car.

☆He just really loves the adrenaline rush of crashing his opponents and seeing the fear in their eyes first hand once they spot his baby pink Lancer at the starting line.

tags: @mikeys-bike-slut

[lahotelbellamuerte]

𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮 - iv. i love you [愛してます]

— ❀ series masterlist ❀ — eternal love [永遠のラブ] — ❀

paring; han seoul-oh x amara ! oc warning; fluff, alluded sexy time, language, death, plot, not proof read word count; 9.2k notes; well that's the last of Tokyo drift at least, then it's the other movies lol. it's done I just have to actually edit it, bare with me.

DRIVING CAME SOMEWHAT NATURAL TO THE BLONDE BEAUTY. But not in the way everyone thinks. Amara knew how drive like everyone else that had a license. Turn signals, light stops, parking, the basics of what it meant to be a driver. She had yet to experience the real rush of racing. The feeling of winning a race better yet. Amara had that infatuation with cars, due to her father already, but it wasn’t until Han that she grew that love of cars. 

It wasn’t until on of Han’s rare races. Where the man actually had something to win. Something not many saw. He was still relatively knew to Tokyo, but had quickly become a big name in the underground. An American-Japanese man that had a deep pocket. No one knew where he got his fortune, but no one cared enough to find out. So, he quickly bought out a lot of locations to really begin his life in the bright lit never sleepy city. 

On the day of his race, he made Amara become passenger in his well known Nissan Silvia, or he liked to call her, Mona Lisa. He made her listen to all the sounds. The engine and how it roared to life, the tires and the screeches they made as they made drifts or even a simple turn. He had shown her the feeling of that high every racer gets after winning. 

So, when he taught her to race, he cringed every time the scar scraped was added. But he believed in her, and he was to do so. By the time she started winning races, all those scratches, crashes, burning, and building cars from the ground up no longer mattered. Amara had gained her title as a racer, and he couldn’t be more proud. 

Now she sat leaning on her Skyline on the side of a mountain. The very ones she, Takashi and Neela would sneak off too when they were younger. The very one Han showed her how to drift. All to come to teach Sean to do the same. Or at least to attempt to drift. 

"There's no ‘wax on, wax off’ with drifting. Learn by doin' it. The first drifters invented drifting out here in the mountains by feeling it. So feel it," He told Sean and pat his back walking back to Amara who was leaning against her Skyline.

Sean looked over at Amara, “Any words of wisdom better than your boyfriend?” 

The blonde lowered her glasses down the tip of her nose, “Nothing he has already said cowboy,” she smiled, “I’ll give you a kiss if you learn by today.” 

The American teen’s eyes widened, “You got it lady,” he replied and ran off to the car. 

She went back to lean on the car and noticed Han’s staring, “What?” She asked with a shrug. 

“Are you actually going to kiss him?” Han asked. 

Amara snorted, “Did I get it on the first day?” She asked looking up at him. 

At the statement he narrowed his eyes at her, “You almost did, and he has half the resolve that you did, I’ll have to witness you making out with him.” 

Amara snorted once again, “Honey, you give him too much credit. It’ll be a long day,” she finished and leaned back against her car. 

And like usual Amara was right. Sean did not learn how to drift in a day, but you could he really wanted to. Said a lot about his character and how he wanted to show Han that he was capable. When the night had ended the blonde just pat his shoulder and laughed. 

The pattern began, the group all joined to help Sean learn. Which he did when he wasn’t running business for Han. He still owed him money after all. No one get out wrecking his shit for free. But all the while he ran along with Han, he couldn't help but notice dodgy behavior behind the scenes. He wondered if Amara knew about it since he heard her warn Han about that type of work. But he always brushes her off saying he knows what he's doing.

Back on the mountain, the group sat around eating lunch before they would start up again. Amara and Earl looking over stuff on the computer. 

After the hundredth time of hearing Han repeat again. He was tired, not wanting to fail again then hear the word again. This time the then rolled his eyes, “How about you and Amara race for a change,” he said getting out the car and watched the to freeze on the spot. 

Han shook his head, "We're not—" he started but was cut off by Sean before he could decline the offer. 

"—Yes you are unless you’re scared Amara might win,” he paused and looked at the others who were nodding at the idea, “Plus what better way to learn then to watch two professionals?” 

Han and Amara looked at each other as they listened to the others mutter in agreement.

Giving up Han sighed, “You up for it, Princess?” He asked knowing what her answer would be. 

The blonde walked up to him with a smirk, “Sure, but what are we racing for?” 

Han smiled remembering something he’s always wanted to mention the minute he heard her name, “If you win, I’ll take you to a vacation to Los Angeles my old home town.” 

Amara had never in her life been out the country, and it sounded all the appealing, “Okay and if you win you get me a new car,” she replied with a smile. 

The two shook hands and made their way towards their respective cars. The anticipation already jittering in their system. The need to win and race all in one. 

Some how along the way, Sean was forced into the race with the two. He knew he wasn’t winning, but it felt thrilling when he was given a head start by no other than Twinkie. 

Then the two were signaled off, cars racing down the mountain without a second thought. Amara switched gears as the car was begging to go faster, Han was just a second quicker. The two sliding past the curvy mountain in sync. Until eventually they reached Sean who was already stuck in a turn. 

He was left to dust as the couple continued their fight down the mountain. As the two cars raced next to each other. The group who had left trackers on the car screamed as they passed one another each passing second. 

Sean who had caught up by a miracle passed Amara. He laughed out loud when he did, but it fell short when noticed the road getting narrower. With the fear of what happened the first time he raced he slowed down. Leaving the Skyline to fly passed him. 

Worry grew onto his face as he watched the corner get closer. But like the group had said, they knew what they were doing. He watched in awe as her car car drifted the corner and was back on the road catching up to her boy friend. 

He knew there was no way he was catching up now, not after that turn. 

In his rearview, Han could see the Skyline getting bigger, meaning she was nearing him big time. He smiled knowing this was going to be a good race.

Nearing another sharp turn, the two in sync slid across the road. Quickly changing gears to get back on the road. Stepping on the gas, by a second she was able to pass Han, and make her drift effortless once again.

It was Han and Amara first then not, time and time again. She smirked lastly and faked running into him, causing him to swerve and brake to slow down. Allowing Amara to drift one last time reaching the finish line. Hand seconds after. Getting out of the car she jumped around.

"Ha! I win! I win!" she yelled running around the ground, “I’m going LA aha!” She laughed hearing Han get out of his car. 

Sean arrived minutes later, and noticed the blonde happily still celebrating. "Didya win?" he asked a wide smile on his not all upset that he had lost. He got to watch a clean race between to real racers. She squealed and ran into his arm. The American twirled her as she won against her boyfriend, “I had no doubt you’d win sweet cheeks. 

"I win!" She screamed and faced her boyfriend with a shit eating grin. 

Han rolled his eyes, "I almost had you, you won me by a quarter-inch," he said shoving her face, not believing he had almost 

"Wining is wining!" she laughed still cheering, her friends doing the same.

The man watched the blonde's excitement in her winning, so he let her celebrate. Plus, he couldn’t wait to see her face when he would eventually take her to California. 

Sean's training didn't end there, time and time again at the harbor he continued. Either with Han or Amara in the car giving him pointers on how to do it better. Even in the mountains.

"Amara please wear the seatbelt," Han asked as she had gotten in the car with Sean.

Sean gave the man a look as he watched Amara listen, "Do you not trust me?"

"It's not that, I just want her back in one piece," he said tapping the top of the car letting them go off again.

It was until he was able to get it, that Amara smiled and gave him a high five, "Now that cowboy is racing," she leaned in and kissed his cheek. Unbuckling herself from the car and walking off.

Sean got out of the car, "Han your girl was flirting with me, I think you got competition," he said laughing.

"You could keep her if anything happens to me," Han joked as he kissed her forehead. Smiling as she giggled hugging his torso. 

After much improvement on racing, Sean was able to race Morimoto. On the rooftop of the parking structure. Han and Amara leaned on his car, lollipop in her mouth. 

“Do you think he’ll win?” Twinkie asked Amara who sucked on her cherry lollipop. 

She turned over to look at him, “No doubt about it,” she replied with a wink. 

The girl had her hair nice and wavy to match her usual short skirts and cropped sweat jacket, “You always dress to impress don’t you?” Han mumbled in her direction as they waited for Sean’s race to come to an end. 

She turned to look at him, “Of course, have to look pretty for you sweetheart,” she said leaning to peck his lips. 

Han could’t help but smile against it, placing an arm around her shoulder. Ever since the two had gone public, he noticed the burning glares he got sent. All the boys who wanted a chance with Amara all now annoyed that she’s taken. The only reason he’s thankful none of them have ever approached her was due to her friend Takashi. While he was possessive over Neela, he was just as mindful of who wanted to have the title of Amara’s boyfriend. 

The only reason he had yet to be barked at by the infamous drift king, was because of Amara. One of the few who has the freedom to talk back towards the older man. And his uncle was afraid of her knowing the blonde was resourceful and would be his downfall if she tried. 

So anyone in the reach of the blonde were on still waters, a safe haven from the Yakuza pursuance. 

The couple didn’t wait long before Sean’s Evo came in donuts, claiming his win for the night. Morimoto on the other hand, was devastated to have lost, screaming the in anger as he watched the cars flank around Sean’s car. 

She lifted her hand as Takashi walked passed and placed a pair of keys in her hand. Neela nodding at sight of her friend. 

As the background all gave whistles and hollers for his win, the couple stayed in their own little world, “Let’s do something tonight,” she offered. 

He hummed at her suggestion, “Oh yeah, what do you have in mind?" He asked as they headed into his car. Leaving Sean to enjoy the night for himself. 

Following in suit she opened the door and stepped in, “How’s dinner at my house sound?" She offered.

Pulling out of the parking lot he looked at her, "Nothing sounds better," he replied making his way to her home.

“What’s LA like?” She suddenly asked, remembering that they had yet to make plans to fly overseas. 

For a moment he froze, “It’s bright, sunny, full of so many different types of people,  he started. 

“More than here?” She asked as the only people she had ever known were Japanese, and a few stranglers of different areas. But mostly the pale, dark eyes, and dark hair. 

He nodded weaving through the traffic with ease, “You’ll be shocked once I take you. I’ll let you meet some important people that I know you’ll love.” 

“Oh yeah?” She said softly, her eyes settling back on his side profile, “What else?” 

“The different foods will make you explode,” he added, “Oh and they have Disney too.” 

Amara then smiled at that, “I love Disney, that has to be a place you take me.” 

He briefly turned over to and smiled, “I’ll take you everywhere and anywhere,” he said reached to grab her hand and planting a soft kiss on it. 

Amara blushed at the sediment, “I hate you,” she mumbled looking away. 

Han laughed at her statement, “No you don’t,” he said to her, one hand still on the steering wheel. 

And he was right, she didn’t hate him. Because even though she was young, and never had that many boyfriends. She knew that Han was the one for her. The minute they met he showed that he was to be trusted. 

Not long after the couple arrived at her home, Han pulling up next Amara’s Skyline. Stepping inside the house the girl raced to her room to change into something a little more appropriate, just in case her dad came a little early. 

"So what are we making?" he asked watched her come back in sweats and a baggy t-shirt. 

The blonde looked over at him and smiled, "I wanted to really try American burgers, so I got Twinkie to get me some ground meat," she explained, flicking the lights on to the kitchen. Walking towards the fridge where the meat sat. 

He sat on the counter as she pulled out all the fresh ingredients and began washing them. Then bringing out a knife and began slicing all of it and setting it on a large plate. He couldn’t help but have a glimpse of what normal life could’ve been with Amara. The life of just having a normal job, and coming back to having a nice meal be the end. He could envision the smaller voices calling out to them. 

“Mommy!” A tiny voice called, as its bare feet patted along the wooden floors. 

Han would only smile getting up and picking the child up into his arms. Resulting in the giggling of the child, “I’m here, what do you need kid?” He asked the little dark blonde-haired boy in his arms. Reminding him all that much, of an old friend. 

The little boy held his father’s shoulders and grinned, his missing teeth made him look all that more adorable, “Mom is making sushi, and I want it now,” he whispered. 

“Okay let’s go see mom,” he replied walking himself and his son over to the kitchen. And indeed that his wife stood, looking as perfect as ever. Her delicate hands cutting thin slices of cucumber and carrots. 

The blonde looked up to see her husband and son in hand, “Hello you two, I told you I’d call when it was ready,” she said putting down the knife. 

“But I wanted to see if sister was okay,” he then called pointed at her tummy. Han followed his finger and to his word, her stomach swelled against her pink apron that she wore. 

Amara brought down a hand to her stomach, and rubbed it, “She’s doing just fine Megumi,” she said bringing the knife up to cut vegetables again. 

Megumi smiled in the delight at the news, “Can we name her Kyuri?” 

At the question Han laughed, “Why would you want to call your sister that?” He poked the boy. 

He shrugged, “I like cucumber,” he said and looked at his mother with pleading eyes. 

She paused her cutting and winked, “I’ll think about it,” then looked at her husband, “Get some gloves you don’t want to get your hands dirty.” 

Han rose a brow at the question, she was making sushi, why would he—“Han did you hear me? Get us gloves please,” Amara’s clear voice came through, snapping him out of his day dream. 

She stopped what she was doing an looked at him, “Do you not want burgers?” 

Han shook his head, “No, no, princess I do, I was just in my head,” he said reaching to kiss her forehead, then reached for a drawer and got them their gloves. 

Amarar smiled and took them gratefully, the two then started to make the patties, while the pan behind them got prepped. After a good amount was made, she threw them onto the pan, placing a cheese slice after it was good well enough. The watching as the meat sizzled and turned in color.

After his little day dream of what the future could be he smiled, “You know I love you right?” he asked as she watched the food.

The blonde nodded, "Of course, why the reminder?" she asked, her smiling falling, "You're not in trouble are you?"

He chuckled shaking his head, "No, no, I just needed to remind you that," he let her know.

Amara nodded, "Well then I love you too," she reciprocated.

Turning the fire off the stove, she removed the patties onto their plate.

"Well bon appetite as you Americans say," she said opening a bag of Buns.

He watched as she added mayo and ketchup to one side of the bun, then the patty and all her vegetables, except onions. She hated onions for a passion. He remembered the day he found this little detail.

It had been after her first win, and he had taken her out to a restaurant she hadn't been to yet. Ordering some obscure food she had yet to try. Ready to dig in he watched her face contort with this disgust.

He chuckled, "Are you alright?" he had asked her as her face didn’t change at the sight of her food. He saw her move her fingers into the food and pick out the onion and place it on his plate, "Yuck," she said shivering.

Amused he looked at her survey her food if it had any more onions, "You don't like onions?"

The girl frowned at the word, "Absolutely hate Han, haaaate," she dragged on, then digging into her food knowing there was no more.

He loved the fact that he had seen her grow to become the young woman she was now. A badass racer with a good heart. He knew if anything went to shit, she was the one who would help him, no questions asked. 

"Well aren't you going to eat your burger?" she asked snapping him out of his trance, once again stuck in his day dream. 

"Yeah," he replied and added the things he wanted onto his burger, joining her at the dinner table.

The two idly chatted about all things, school, Sean, cars, and even joking around. Cherishing each other's company.

As the sun rose above the cities of Japan, a new day started for the citizens of the said country. Everyone hustling to work, school, and even the tourist rushing everywhere at once to find locations to spend their time in. Just the same for the Han crew who were stationed at the docks, once more. 

Sean of course had gotten substantially better, but practice never hurt. Especially for a racer as fresh as he was. 

Han sat reading a hulk comic in his chair, as Amara beside him read some Vouge magazine legs slumped over his lap, all while sucking on a lollipop. And for most it looked like another day for the two, but not for Han. He did his best to ignore the blonde beside, he really did. Pausing from his comic all to look at her pretty pink lips sucking on the candy. He was a man after all. 

It wasn't until he got tired—horny—of it and snatched it out of her hand and flinging it behind him, "Hey! I was eating that," she whined putting her glasses on top of her head, not realizing why the man had just done that. 

“Yeah? Well I don't like it," he told her as he continued reading his comic. Huffing she returned to reading her magazine, her lips pouting in annoyance.

A while of Sean moving around in circles, stopped. Getting out of his car, "Hey, Twink, I'm gonna grab another set," he told his friend on the couch near Amara.

The teen stood and rushed to yell at Sean for the third time that week. But they didn't seem to get far as the screeching and revving of cars came into the harbor. Han and Amara turned to see it was Takashi's crew.

The two got up and removed their sunglasses, and watched as he unhappily strutted into the area. She moved forward in hopes of calming whatever he was angry about. 

"Tashi! Good to—" he brushed her to the side, "—see you," she finished as she watched him head directly to Sean. Oh shit, what did he do now?

Not missing a beat he sent a fist flying directly to the side of his face causing him to fall on the ground. When he didn't get up he continued throwing a fist at the poor American boy. Causing him to bleed from his mouth and face.

Amara tried going forward to help her friend, but Han held her back, shaking his head.

Takashi lowered himself to the ground, "Stay away from her, or the only thing you'll be driving is a wheelchair," he threatened, glaring at the teen boy. 

He then left and looked at a couple, "Find yourself a new driver," he said and left the scene quickly, with his crew. 

Amara then walked and lowered to ground, to assess his injuries. She gripped his face to see turning it in angles to have a better look, “Come on, up," she said pulling him up.

He shook his head, "I'm alright," he tried to reassure his friend but she didn’t listen and continued to pull him up. 

Han didn't look phased, "What'd you expect? You didn't just play with fire, you soaked the matches in gasoline."

Amara turned to glare at him, but didn’t say anything. Rather she just turned and looked over at Sean, "Come I have a first-aid kit in my car," she said pulling him to the car.

Opening the trunk, she got the kit out, and grabbed an alcohol pad to clean it, "Why her?" he asked her not knowing what was so wrong. Neela was just a girl why did he care so much about a girl. 

Amara sighed, “Listen Sean, Neela’s case is different. You could go after any other girl, but she’s complicated. They were friends when they were younger, but as you can see he became possessive over her.”

Sean hissed as she cleaned his wound, “What happened?” He asked curious as to why Neela is so off the menu. 

“That isn’t my story to tell, but if it wasn’t her, it would’ve been me. All three of us were great friends when we were younger. But he changed, and now we’re not as close,” she told him carefully dapping the pad. 

His eyebrows furrowed for a second, “But if it was you, Han would’ve fought for you right?” 

The blonde passed her work to look at him, “Once you’ve been claimed by that family, it’s difficult to get out Sean. Han wouldn’t be able to do anything for me.” 

His eyebrows furrowed, “Right.”

"Just keep your distance," she warned him and put her kit away, “It’s dangerous.”

After several days of keep it somewhat on the down low. At least that’s what Amara hoped, since the girl hadn’t told her any more about have interactions with the American boy. 

The crew were all hanging around Han’s shop, Sean, Reiko, and Earl servicing the Evo. While Amara sat enjoying a steaming cup of coffee watching her boyfriend who was also woking on one of his own cars. 

Han felt the staring but let it go on for a while, until he got a little curious, “Why are you watching me?" he asked not looking up from his work.

Amara put down her cup, "Because I can, can't I?" she asked walking closer to him.

Finally turning his and seeing her up close, "What do you need princess?" he asked watching her closely, putting his full attention on her. 

She looked down at her boots then looked back at him biting her lip, “Well, you know,” she whispered pressing herself onto him, lips close to his ear. The man shivered as he felt her teeth tug slightly on his ear, “you, me, alone…” she trailed off dragging her hands up his chest up to his neck. 

Han chuckled moving his hands to grab her hips, "Alright, alright," he accepted turning her face to look at him, “You are a seductress,” he mumbled leaning down to kiss her quickly, before pulling her to his office, and making sure it was locked. 

Sean had been getting tools when he had noticed Amara stand from her seat, leaving her coffee behind. He cringed when she got a little too chummy with Han. Then rolled his eyes when Han fell for her little trap, and gave into her desires, dragging the blonde behind them. Worse part, was she turned around meeting Sean’s eyes, and winked. 

Scoffing he turned around and grabbed the rest of tools he needed and ignored whatever was happening in that room. He shivered every once and while remembering what was happening. But it wasn’t until after an hour and a half that the two returned back outside. Trying to to act as if nothing had happened. 

Their messy hair and Amara’s swollen lip and smudged lipstick, rosy cheeks, somewhat shiny skin. And not forgetting a hickey barely showing on Han’s neck.

With the couple’s return, they were leaned over an engine doing minor repairs. The group all in silent chatter in their own little world. Until Neela showed up. While Amara was happy to see her friend, she knew having her around Sean would just cause problems for the rest of them. But she did her best to comfort the poor girl, knowing Takshi was hard to be around, especially now. She just hoped he didn’t show up here, but that wasn’t the case, it never is. 

The all-familiar screeches became louder. Takashi had returned. Han and Amara worked on a car while Sean was with Neela.

The couple turned and as he came out determined. His eyes were not even on Neela but Han instead. Amara begged with all gods that it wasn’t what she thought. 

"Hey, brother," Han greeted, but this time he got the end of the punch. Pushing him against the car.

"Han," she called, but he put a handout, stopping her from getting any closer. 

Takashi shoved him in the car, "I vouched for you! Put my reputation on the line for you! We were partners! You think you can keep your side deals from me?" He yelled eyes teary from the betrayal, grabbing his collar. 

Han pushed him off him, "Come on, We ain't in the Boy Scouts. This is what we do,” he tired to tell him, knowing this day would come, but he had just hoped Amara wouldn’t be there to see it. 

Neela reached the bottom of the stairs, "Takashi!" she called catching his attention only for a moment, but his anger was directed else where. 

“Takashi, please calm down,” Amara called trying to get closer, but like everyone else he ignored the girl. 

Before anyone else could say anything, he pulled out a gun and pointed it at Han. 

Amara’s eyes widened at the sight, “Han!” She called wanting to get closer, but Earl was quicker to keep her away from the line of fire. 

Han didn’t worry too much about his own life, but Amara’s instead, “Am, don't move," he told her as he looked at the barrel of the gun.

"What about now? Hmm? Is this what we do?" Takshi said still not moving from his place.

Han smirked trying to remain calm, "Man you need me. You'd still be shaking down teahouses for chump change if it wasn't for me." he said trying to get somewhat in order.

But Takashi wasn't in the mood to listen, he loaded the gun, his finger ready to pull the trigger.

"Takashi! Don't shoot!" Amara hysterically yelled still being held by her friend, doing her best to keep her from running off. 

But before he could do anything, the doors to the shop all slammed closed, catching him off guard. Giving Han a chance to move the gun out of his face and punch Takashi.

Han turned to look at Amara briefly for the last time, before he began running as fast as he could. His heart hurt as he heard her screaming after him. She told him to careful. She told him. 

Earl grabbed onto Amara shaking her shoulders, “You’ll be killed Amara, think straight!” 

“I don’t care!” She hissed and pushed him finally off her, running blindly towards her car. Roaring it to life, she slammed on the gas breaking the garage door. Changing gears she made a quick turn to listen to Han’s car not far from the club. 

Her hands and body trembled as she drove. She had warned him something like this would happen if he didn't pull back soon. He didn’t need to do business with men like them. They could’ve moved and she would’ve followed, but he always brushed it off and told her everything was fine.

The girl spotted Han's car and followed it. Seeing in her rearview mirror that Sean wasn't far. The three quickly and easily managed to get out of the tight driveways and into the streets of Tokyo. Her only mission was to keep Morimoto and Takashi from getting close to Han. Weaving in and out of the moving traffic the five of them tried their best not to hit anyone.

She watched in her rearview as Morimoto started attacking Sean's car. Quickly decreasing her speed she signaled him to go ahead, that she would take care of it.

Just as he had been doing, Amara bumped her car into his multiple time. Just to decrease her speed once more and let her front left tire hit his back one. Causing the car to go flying in a different direction. Not worrying too much about it she quickly changed gears and caught up to Sean and Han. Still acutely aware of Takashi, nearing them. 

Swiftly drifting to turn the corner, she followed Han into the busy streets of Tokyo. Aware that they were dangerously close to civilians.

Takashi was able to begin attacking Sean, so Amara slammed on her breaks to cause him to break as well. Letting the Evo, run forward past Amara and Han.

Leaving herself vulnerable to attacks, but this is what she was willing to put her life on. For a chance for Han to get away from Takashi, from danger, even if it meant getting into trouble herself. 

As they neared the Shibuya crossing, she hoped Sean thought of something to clear the way. Not thinking too much about it, she kept on Han's trail. Quickly drifting across the open space that was cleared. Quickly changing gears to be back on straight road. Unlucky for Amara, Takashi was able to pass her and turn around in front of Han, shooting at him.

"Han!" she screamed from her car watching as she pushed Takashi's car away, to avoid being shot again.

Sighing in relief it only lasted for a second before Han was crashed into by a different car. The car did not stop until Han's car was on the floor.

Amara's Skyline swerved to the side in a halt. Leaving the car she ran towards the wreckage, "Han!" she cried desperately tried to run towards the wreck.

"Amara get away!" Sean called as he reached her pulling her back the car exploded.

"No! Han!" she screamed as tears came from her eyes, wanting to get closer, "Let me go, Sean! Let me go!" she hysterically yelled as tears ran down her face endlessly. Leaning forward to grab onto the asphalt, tears not one bit stopping. 

Her love, her life, her everything was gone. She moved to grab her chest as it ached at the loss of Han. It felt painful to say the least, she couldn’t breath, or even think. Han was dead, all because of gangster business, “I told you hand, I told you,” she said on her knees watching the car burn in flames. 

"Amara we have to go! Get in your car and drive!" he called to her, picking her up and pushing her towards her car, knowing that she wouldn’t move if it wasn’t for him. 

The girl was numb, driving off the scene, tears fell down her face as she drove. He was gone, she had no future now. The future she wanted dying in the accident. 

The only place she could think of going was her favorite restaurant. Parking her beat-up Skyline, she walked into the restaurant and ordered her usual.

Tears fell down her face as stared at nothing. The owner of the restaurant noticed this and left her a bottle of sake next to her noodles.

She looked at the older man in shock, "You look like you need it more," he told her patting her shoulder.

Amara bowed her head, "Thank you," she said and dug into her noddles as she cried, picking the bottle and drinking directly from it. 

This was a very full-circle moment. She was back in the very restaurant she met Han. All by sitting next to him because he was in her seat. She could remember his goofy smile as he had met her teenage self. 

Taking another sip the, she took the largest sip she could. Her tears just kept running as she drank her sadness away. All the memories between them ran through her mind.

He said he would take her out for dinner his treat. She had rolled her eyes, the man had never let her pay, so it was always his treat. But little did she know he planned something with the owner of her favorite restaurant. The old man had seen Amara grow up, coming in all those times with her father, and friends. Then it was only her for a long time. Until Han came along and sat in her seat.

"You're taking me to the place where I usually go to eat?" Amara asked laughing, tucking her hands in her coat as they walked in she gasped.

There was no other customer in the restaurant, only in the little bar area that she always sat in was lit up. Candles and a vase of roses sat on her desk.

She looked over at him and teared up, "I hate you," she murmured pulling him into a hug as she cried happy tears.

Han chuckled at her reaction and rubbed her back, “No you don’t, now, stop crying, we came here to eat," he mumbled onto her head. Placed a soft kiss on her blonde head.

Amara pulled away and brushed her tears away, "You're right," she laughed lightly.

Walking in the two sat on the island and out came the old man with the trays of ramen. Just the way she liked it.

"Thank you," she bowed towards him. Added all her hot sauces and lemon to her nodded. Using her chopsticks to stir it all up.

The two ate in peace once in a while bringing up a topic in their life, filling the empty restaurant with their voices.

Shoving a load of noodles in her mouth she could feel Han's eyes on her, "What?" she said her mouth full.

He smiled at the sight, never getting tired of it, "I love you," was all he said watching as her eyes widened. He chuckled when he watched her try to slurp all the noodles in her mouth.

When she did and cleared her throat, "Sorry, that was unattractive," she mumbled, "But I love you too," she said with a smile a blush tinting her cheeks.

"There's nothing in this world that you do that is unattractive," he let her know brushing his hand over her cheek.

Taking another sip as she drank the memories away. Getting up she shuffled to find her phone in her pocket. Dialing was the only number she could right now.

"Pumpkin?" her dad's voice rang, “What’s up?” He asked obviously not knowing what was wrong. 

Amara broke down in tears again, "Pops he's gone," she sobbed putting her head in her hand.

"Where are you?" he asked her worriedly.

"The only place you brought me to when I was younger," she told him.

"Okay, I'm coming, don't go anywhere," he told her hanging up the phone.

Amara put her head down as she sat back down. Her eyes stared at the empty seat beside her. The one that once occupied Han.

Somehow she could see the man sipping his tea sitting beside her, turning to look at her with a smile. 

Her eyes blurry as she looked at nothing in reality, until them a blob appears, “Han?" she whispered.

"No, hun, it's dad," he told her, pulling the stool chair to sit beside her, “Oh hun,”

Amara sat up and threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly, "Dad he's gone," she repeated sobbing again into his shoulder. 

Ryder rubbed her back soothingly, "Pumpkin what happened?"

She pulled away, "Uh Han got in trouble, we were trying to drive away before Takashi could get him. But he was crashed into—" she paused as her voice cracked, "—and we didn't get to him on time, and the car went up in flames— "she finished and started crying again, “And Sean made me drive away before the police would come get us.” 

The man pulled her into a hug again, "Oh pumpkin, I'm sorry, but he wouldn't want to see you like this," he told her slowly calming her down.

"Come on let's go home. Give me your keys," he said offering his hand.

Amara gave him the keys and walked out with his help, not before he paid for the meal. Carefully he put her in the passenger seat and got himself on the driver's.

Starting the car, he pulled off and drove home quietly. He looked over and his heart churned at the sight, she looked defeated, exhausted, and empty all in one. Eyes staring ahead almost as if no one was home. Tear stained cheeks, but every so often a new tear rolled down, making her sob all over again. He knew it had been her worst nightmare that day, and he didn’t wan’t to make it worse, he just kept silent. 

Getting home, Ryder parked the car and removed Amara from the car. Carefully bringing her to her room. Laying her down, he tucked her in just as he use to. Kissing her forehead, “You’ll be okay,” soon after she fell asleep. 

And that became her pattern for the next few days, she would take a bath, sit there until her skin became wrinkly. Then she would get dressed in sweats and a large t-shirt that belonged to him. Laying on her bed staring at nothing. 

There was a knock on her door, but she didn't respond, but the door opened anyway.

"Amara, it's Sean," his southern drawl came into the room.

The blonde turned around in her bed and pet the place in front of her. He moved to lay in front of her. His face facing hers. He looked at her dull brown eyes, a piece gone and not shining like it use to. 

"I miss him," she whispered knowing if she spoke any louder her voice would crack, then tears began to well up in her eyes.

Sean nodded, “I know, I do to, he loved you so much, Am,” he said pulling her into a tight hug. Her face snuggled into his chest as he ran his hand soothingly over his back, “But we all miss you too, you can’t stay in here for ever and you know that.” 

The blonde let out a shaky breath and nodded, “But it hurts so much knowing he’s not here,” she let out voice cracking, his face still vibrant on her mind. 

Sean leaned down to kiss the top of her head, “We need you right now, Am, I’m racing Takashi, and I need to know you’ll be there with me.” 

She pulled away to look into his eyes at the name, “What are you racing for?” 

“He leaves town for good,” he said hoping she would join him. 

She shut her eye tightly, Sean and the others were apart of her crew. And shutting down because one of them was gone was selfish, “I’ll help you Sean,” she paused to look at him, “Just promise me you’ll win.” 

Sean gave her a grin, “You taught me Amara, there is no way in hell I’m loosing.” 

He smiled as he heard a soft laugh from her, “Can you stay the night with me? I don’t want to be alone.” 

Sean nodded, “Anything for you,” he replied and hugged her through night as she cried, or spoke if she wanted.

The following days Amara got up and got dressed, something she had no need to do. But she knew she had to help Sean win this race. Driving she parked in front of Han's shop. The hole was still there when she broke out a few nights prior.

Walking in she noticed the crew wandering around, "Sean!" she called out.

The American turned around and smiled at the sight of the girl. She looked just as she did before. Wearing outrageous outfits. Today she wore a black vest top with a matching skirt and her baby pink converse.

"They took all the cars," he told her as they were left with almost nothing, knowing the police raided all the garage. 

Amara smirked and shook her head looking at Sean, "Not all of them they didn't," she said walking out to the back where the Mona Lisa had been left. Her scraps made her look unusable. She walked up to it and opened the hood smiling slightly. Looking over to Sean who grinned in return.

"You're a genius," he drawled knowing he at least someone who had the same amount of experience on her hands. 

She rolled her eyes, "The only one it seems," she said, "What car is it going in?" she asked.

"'67 Ford Mustang," he told her watching as she made a impressed face. 

“American muscle in the streets of Tokyo, you don’t see that everyday,” she said opening her phone to make calls.

Another perk of knowing Han was the connections that she was able to get. And in this case, she was using them for Sean.

As the car was brought to Han's shop, she carefully checked the car out before any of the others, writing a list of everything they would need. And delivery after delivery, each part came.

"This is going to be an expensive fix, Sean, if you don't win, I'll use this very car to run you over," she said as put in part of the car, "My labor isn't free," she told him.

Sean nodded, "You got it," he replied now really seeing why Han liked her so much. He never really had seen Amara work on cars before today, but with her extensive knowledge he saw that Amara O’Conner knew her shit.

After hours of labor when the car was finally running, she looked over at Sean, "Well you need to give it a run, if you want to win, you have to know how to drift in it."

And that's exactly what he did. Revisiting the mountain where he first learned to drift, he took the ‘stang for the same drive. Not only was he practicing but also making sure the car would run. Working on it while practicing.

Amara's labor was not free. Sean never knew that such a small girl like her would know so much about cars, "Check the spark plugs, with the sound this thing is making, they're either toast or about to be."

And much to anyone’s surprise the blonde was right, “Well I'll be damned," he said as they removed one and noticed it burnt state.

Out in the mountain, Amara looked at Sean, "The stallion isn't far from being done Sean, meaning your race is coming close,” she stared sunglasses on as they looked over the mountain, “Word of advice, this mountain is Takashi’s and if you’re not careful, you won’t make it out alive,” she told her friend. 

Sean didn’t doubt her for a second, Takashi wasn’t the only one who knew this mountain like the back of his hand. Amara warned him to learn the turns like his life depended on it, there would be no mistakes at the race. 

True to the blonde's word, the car wrapped up quickly. Almost everything about it was new. All Amara and the crew hoped is he would make it out alive.

It was the night before the race. Everyone had gone home, except Amara and Sean. The last two of what was once a trio. 

"Listen Sean I believe in you more than you'll ever know. Ever since you arrived you've grown as a racer and a person. And I'm glad to call you my friend," she told Sean.

He listened to the way she spoke, "You're not coming tomorrow are you?"

She nodded, "No, I won't. But I don't doubt you'll be the one surviving this," she told him pulling him into a hug.

"Thank you, Amara, for everything. You helped me even after everything that's happened," he mumbled into her head, “You’ll be alright” 

“Eventually I will, but for now I’ll be grieving over a friend,” She smiled and nodded, "Tell me about your win afterward alright?"

Sean nodded and watched the blonde get into her newly painted Skyline. The engine roared to life as she pulled off the parking.

She headed home seeing a black Escalade parked in front of her house. She didn’t know a soul who owned that American brand. Pulling into her parking, she quietly entered the house. Hearing voices in the living room.

Walking in she noticed a man in a suit talking to her father.

"Hey dad, who's this?" she asked crossing her arms at the sight of him. Not trusting the older looking man in the room. 

Ryder cleared his throat, "Uh pumpkin, he's here for you,” he said motioning the older man, 

Amara rose a brow at the man, "Yes?" she asked sitting down beside her father. 

Sitting down he smiled sadly, taking out an envelope, "Hello Amara O'Connor, you can call me Mr. Nobody," he stated, "I'm here on behalf of Han Seoul-Oh, your late partner."

She clenched her jaw at the mention of him, "What about him?” She asked not over the fact that he wasn’t here anymore. 

"You were the only one written in his will. Leaving you everything," he said passing her the envelope that he left behind.

She picked up the bright orange package, taking out the form and noticed a bank security code holding a large number of money, "Where did he get six million dollars from?" she asked in disbelief, reading over the lines that he had signed, confirming in case of a timely death she would get all of it. 

"I don't know but it's yours," he told her with a shrug, “I’m sorry for your loss, may we never see each other again,” he told her grabbing his sunglasses and headed out the door.

Amanda was frozen she couldn't move, her eyes then moved to Ryder, “Dad,” she paused remembering a recurring thought that she has had over the past few days after Han’s death. 

"—You're leaving," he guessed with a sigh, he knew his child better than she thought. 

She nodded, "There's nothing for me here anymore," she told him with tears in her eyes, “And don’t get me wrong, I love you pops, but after—’’ she couldn’t say his name, “what happened to him, I can’t stay here.” 

Ryder moved to sit next to her, letting rest her head on his shoulder, "I know pumpkin, and you should know if you ever need anything from me, I'll be here," he reassured her, “When your mother passed away, I couldn’t stay either, it hurt to be reminded,” he paused turning to brush her hair behind her ear, “Now it’s time for you to find the place that calls you. You need to find more out there, and I believe there is."

Suddenly he got up and searched for something in the drawers of the living room, "Dad what are you looking for," she asked watching him shuffle a lot of things.

"Well the last time you left to school, and you left Han here to take the heat..." he began.

Amara's eyes widened, "Dad I swear nothing happened," she tried telling him, it’s not like it mattered, he was gone, there was no one for him to yell at. 

The man laughed, "I know that," he countered, "We ended up speaking that day. I wanted to know his intentions with you. And well turns out the man really liked you, Amara. Not that I didn’t know that.” 

The blonde was confused about why he was telling her this, it was a little late since she couldn't nag him about it.

Ryder made a sound of accomplishment, "Found it. Well anyway, he asked for my permission to one day take your hand in marriage.”

Amara's eyes began to well up with tears again, "He did?" she asked, never in her life did she think he would be up to that. The two never really spoke of it, and assumed they would happy together forever. 

The man nodded, "Yeah, and I had given him my blessing, and offered a ring for him. The very one I was going to give your mother before she passed," he told her passing the little black box to her.

She took the box and opened it and began crying more. The ring had an oval cut emerald with smaller diamonds surrounding it. The band itself had a few diamonds on either side of the oval.

Ryder smiled at her reaction, knowing in his mind that she would've said yes to Han when he did ask, "It's rightfully yours now Amara, I don't think I'll have a use for it."

She delicately took the ring out and placed it on her left ring finger where it should be, "Thank you pops, I love you more than you know."

The two hugged tightly knowing it might be one of her last times they'll ever get a chance to do it again. She was leaving and nothing was holding her back now. Not even her own father.

It had been a few days after the race with Takashi. More the loss of Takashi, as he was banned from the town. And Neela was stripped from her ties to the possessive man. And the last day of Amara in Tokyo, as her life would begin elsewhere.

"Amara!" called out the voice of Sean.

The girl turned to her friend, "What's up?" she greeted finding it weird. He had just lost to an American in an American car. She had heard how impressive it had been, unlucky for her she arrived after the race.

"Someone wants to meet you, come on," he waved motioning her over.

Amara excuse herself, away from her other friends. Following Sean to the end of the parking structure, overlooking the city a bit. Her eyes spotted a tall bald buff man, his back to her when they walked.

"Dom this is who you're looking for," Sean said to this Dom guy.

The man tired with a smirk and looked her over. He nodded and chuckled, "Amara O'Connor," he greeted with a smile, his voice deep that made her insides tingle. 

The blonde returned the smile, "Pleasure," she said with a small head bow.

"Han didn't say much about you when he left, but the last time we spoke, he went on and on about a girl named Amara," he started looking off to the city, "A name familiar to one of my friends."

"One of your friends knows me?" she asked confused, not knowing what he could mean. 

He chuckled all knowingly, "Yeah, a man by the name Brian O'Connor," he dished out to her. He watched as confusion came over her face, "You're father Amara, had another child before you. And he wants to meet you."

The girl looked over at him, "He does?" she asked curiously, not knowing how to feel about a brother she never knew about. She knew her father was in a relationship before her late mother, but he never mentioned having another child. And now that said child wanted to meet her? 

He nodded, "He does, and Sean here told me you were leaving the country, so why not have an adventure. You'd be a perfect addition to the team."

Amara's face put on a genuine smile after a while, "Yeah okay, where to?" she asked smirking.

Dom returned the smirk, “Los Angeles, where you belong,” he said watching the light in her eyes return at the sound of the city. 

The location made her heart stammer as he said it. It was the very location that Han had told her he would take her after Sean had done his race. Now after the Han’s death he wouldn’t be the one to show her around. She wondered it Brian was the one who he would introduce to. 

But now hopefully knowing that she had family in the States, she would have a start with a new life. After losing Han she didn't see the point of continuing in Tokyo. So Dom offering her a new life was right in time. 

The world better be ready for Amara because they were about to meet her.

[offbookkeeping]

1. shrugging destiny with paul f thompkins

plot summary:

on the night of their kid's production of Godspell, a bunch of parents take control of their lives by finally telling all the kids they're terrible actors and abandoning them to go listen to sensual jazz in their cars. the kids go to an orphanage where a bunch of cockney children insult them. the one talented kid amongst them who wasn't abandoned by his parents, Devin, becomes a youtube star with his hit song Dang Dang Dang (dang dang dang dang dang dang you know) and performs for the orphans. while he's performing mumps mumphrey, an orphan, dies. Devin signs a contract with some producers and the creators of fyre fest. immediately after he signs the very sketchy contract one of the three football twins (kyle, kevin, and steve) begs Devin to sing at his brothers' funeral because they died Tokyo drifting. Devin is torn between fyre fest and the funeral but he makes the right choice and performs at the funeral. the producers tell him it was all a big test and they send hundreds of press people to the funeral before they fly away. devin tokyo drifts to the funeral and performs for all the orphans and his old friends. he went on to become the greatest musician of his generation. the adults finally let their kids drive home with them

best quotes:

• "do you have a. moment where you remember getting recognition from your parents?"

"sure dont!"

• "steve! wow! i thought all you knew about was football!"

"no, i also know about ayn randian philosophy"

best songs:

• sometimes you gotta crush a kid's dreams

• collaborative and humble

• football twins fluffy funeral song

• dang dang dang (reprise)

thoughts overall:

this is the first of many off book episodes where jess references oliver and i love it so much. paul f thompkins laughing and wheezing every five minutes is also great. overall this is a pretty average off book episode and there are definitely better ones but paul f thompkins is a delight and i really enjoy jess playing stereotypically british orphans

[pjobroadwayslut14]

thinking about the losers having their drivers licenses and bill being busy so he texts the group chat to see if someone could pick georgie up from school?

so here’s what a car ride with each of the teen losers is like

ben: not much talking, mostly just him playing his music and every ten seconds going “OH! this parts my favorite, listen to this,” and then georgie just nodding confusedly, georgie always ends up staring at the tiny plastic framed picture of the losers hanging from his mirror

bev: literally just a therapy session, is so ass at driving it’s insane, always reaches over to mess up georgie’s hair in the passenger seat WHILE SHES DRIVING and immediately swerving off the road, has one of those funky little zebra print steering wheel covers

stan: asks georgie how he’s doing with his homework, perpetually telling him he’s too young for a girlfriend when he gets a new one every week, is fully lecturing this 10 year old mf about college as a 17 year old idiot, car is pristine at all times with no accessories whatsoever, makes georgie use hand sanitizer when he gets in the car because “school is gross”

richie: pulls up to the school in sunglasses and music blasting everyday with EVERY SINGLE WINDOW DOWN, fixes his mirror like he’s in fucking tokyo drift every time he’s about to start driving to the denbrough house, which immediately makes 2 sets of fuzzy dice fall off, making him stop to put them back and getting honked at by all the parents, makes jokes about being a single mother trying her best, swears and immediately goes “oh shit- FUCK- SORRY, ‘dang’” , scream singing at all times, calling georgie a pimp every time he gets a new girlfriend and calling stan a loser whenever georgie says stan said not to have one, fist bumps all the time

mike: treats georgie like a person instead of a baby which he likes a LOT, asks georgie what he’s reading at the moment with that winning smile of his, is a very conscientious driver, has to help georgie get into his truck every single time and makes jokes about how he has to do the same thing for bill, georgie’s favorite car to ride in is the truck because it makes him feel tall

eddie: makes an effort not to talk in the car because it’s “bad practice”, but always ends up ranting for the entire car ride over something bad that happened to georgie at school, makes georgie internally ask himself how it is that richie and eddie are dating, 10 and 2 at all times, never any music playing because it’s “distracting to the driver” but is humming a song whenever there’s no conversation going on, has no decoration in his car except for a post-it note that says i love you on it and then a crudely drawn heart at the bottom on his dashboard, georgie asked what it was the first time he saw it and eddie fucking MELTED and explained that richie gave it to him

through all of this, if you asked georgie who he likes driving with the most, he’ll always tell you his brother

[marsbutterfly]

Can I please request HCs about cuddling with the Tokyo Revengers boys? Mikey, Draken, Chifuyu, Baji, and Hanma? <33 - 🦦

Headcanons: Cuddling With Chifuyu, Baji, Hanma, Mikey and Draken

- Chifuyu is a cuddle bear.

- He enjoys cuddling with you more than anything else in the world.

- He will get home after a meeting and throw himself on the bed. He will open his arms and patiently await for you to come to him.

- The two of you would giggle all the time because he would be doing something stupid just to hear you laugh.

- And also because he would bring up inside jokes between you two.

- He will mindlessly rush his thumb through waist, drawing invisible circles alongside your skin as he watches tv or read a book.

- He melts into you every time you are cuddling and that is a fact.

- Chifuyu also likes to play something like asmr or some sweet songs while you cuddle to help you fall asleep.

- His favorite cuddling position is when you are all tangled together in a big mess of arms and legs.

- When you don't know where one body ends and the other one begins.

- He would never let you get up. Not even once.

- "Baby, I have to go pee." You would say, trying to detangle your arm from his waist.

- "Pee the bed, you're not leaving." He would reply, tightening his grip around you.

- It would always make you laugh but he is dead serious. He is not about to let you go.

- I've said this before and I will say it again, Baji's favorite cuddling position is when you face each other, legs wrapped together while his hand goes through your hair.

- His eyes meeting yours as he talks to you about his day and he eagerly awaits for you to tell him about yours.

- Cuddling with you is all he thinks about during the day.

- Like he will be counting the minutes during a meeting so he can rush home and share the bed with you.

- Baji loves to get lost in your eyes while listening to your voice.

- He could do that every single day and never get tired of it.

- He also likes to be big spoon for the sole reason that he loves to bury his face in your hair.

- The smell of your shampoo combined with the natural smell of your skin is enough to drive him mad.

- Not in a horny way, he is just madly in love with you.

- He loves whispering to you, telling you how much you mean to him and how much he loves you.

- "I love the way you move in your sleep or the way your breath smells before bed."

- "Tell me more things you love about me." You ask, beginning to fall asleep.

- He continues in a soothing voice, "I love the way you wake me up in the morning with kisses and I love the way your body looks so relax when you are next to me."

- "I love you." You whisper before drifting away in your sleep and he whispers against your lips before giving you a goodnight kiss:

- "I love you so much more."

- Hanma doesn't really like to cuddle but he will always make an exception for you.

- He will never admit it but he actually enjoys cuddling with you and he especially loves to be little spoon.

- You will catch him dead before he says anything about it though.

- He would do something dickish like put his cold hands on your boobs.

- He will get home after a rough day and throw himself on the bed, extending his arm to pull your head onto his shoulder.

- He will play with your hair for a little bit before his hands get too tired for him to continue.

- "Keep doing that." You ask, half asleep in his arms and he will shift on the bed, placing your head on the pillow.

- "Nah, my hand hurts." He says, shaking it very dramatically.

- "Can you at least keep cuddling me?" You ask with a pout.

- He doesn't say anything in response but he turns around to spoon you.

- Eventually he does start to play with your hair once again and you smile.

- In his sleep, he will pull you closer to his chest, making sure there is no amount of space separating the two of you.

- He hates it when you move a lot so, even though he snores a lot, you remain still, as if you were his personal teddy bear.

- You also hate when he can't stay still, so you will kick him gently when he start to move a lot.

- You two are a perfect match for each other.

- Mikey is really blunt so usually he will just flat out tell you when he wants to cuddle.

- He is also inpatient as hell so when he wants cuddles, he wants you to drop whatever you are doing and cuddle with him.

- Though he doesn't ask for cuddles until he knows you aren't doing something important, like homework or something to help him with the gang.

- Mikey likes to cuddle especially during the winter.

- He will wake you up in the middle of the night in case you shifted too far away from him.

- He will pull you back into his arms and place kisses on your face and forehead.

- Every night before bed, he will give you a forehead kiss and tell you it's to keep bad dreams away.

- Mikey will also promise you that he will protect you during the night in case someone comes in or in case you have a nightmare.

- When he has trouble falling asleep, he will lay his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat closely.

- He also enjoys it when you play with his hair, fingers detangling the blonde locks.

- "I love you so much." He whispers, half asleep.

- "I love you more." You reply and he scuffs.

- "Shut the fuck up. I love you more." He says and covers his ears, feeling as your arm pulls him closer.

- "Okay Mikey." You say with a pleased smile, placing a kiss on the top of his head.

- You would ask Draken to cuddle and he would immediately drop whatever it is that he is doing just to pick you up and throw you on the bed.

- He will jump on top of you but still making sure he isn't hurting you in any way.

- Draken may look like he is scary to other people but when it comes to you, he will love nothing more than to hug you from behind and stay like that.

- You will be standing in the kitchen trying to cook and he will wrap his arms around your waist, head buried on your hair while he plants kisses along your skin.

- He will stay like that until you ask him if he wants to cuddle and, in response, you will feel his head nodding.

- You like to cuddle him while being able to touch his hair, feeling his braid against your fingers.

- Usually you will lay on your back and have Draken place his head on your shoulder, wrapping his arm around your waist while his leg is wrapped around yours.

- It's not every night that you cuddle.

- Some nights he will get home kind of late and will find you asleep in his bed.

- When that happens, he is just more than happy to hear your breathing or your snores while he plays with your hair.

- "Draken? I'm so glad you are back." You say, trying to pull him in for a hug.

- "I'm going to go shower and get a snack, when I'm back I'll give you all the cuddles in the world, ok?" He whispers, kissing your right temple.

- "Do you promise?" You ask, already falling back asleep, not noticing the bright smile on his lips.

- "Cross my heart."

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𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧 𝐀 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 | 𝐇.𝐋 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬:

𝐒𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: You worried too much. That was what he always told you when you brought up a nasty feeling in the pit of your stomach. Sometimes you were right though, and that’s proven when the two of you run into him during your drifting session.

𝐀/𝐍: I’m literally in love with this gif. In-fucken-love. Also, sorry this request took me yonks, I’m back on my bullshit where I literally forget that writing is a thing that I do and love? So yeah, it ain’t much but it’s honest work.

Cars had never been something of interest to you.

Obviously when you saw a decent car you could stop to appreciate it, but other than that you never noticed the hype about them. Your family hadn’t brought you up with cars, none of your friends had ever been into them, and the one girl you hated throughout high school who thought she was ‘not like the other girls’ had never shut up about them.

So yeah, they never caught your interest.

It wasn’t until you had a gap year in Japan, traveling the world and meeting new people, that you finally started to notice them, admire them, and grow a passion for them after the first proper job you could find in Tokyo was working in some bar by a garage.

Listening to them, looking at them, seeing the adoration in their owners faces every time they looked at their cars, whether it was a Supra or a Civic.

That was how you met him.

Han was mysterious at first and never really opened up to you, but the more drunk nights he spent sitting in front of you while you slid him bottles of corona across the rustic bar top the more he opened up to you.

The two of you bonded and grew closer, gradually transitioning from just talking at the bar to actually going out together and spending time with one another, not that the two of you would ever admit they were dates.

You learnt all about his past, his family, despite him telling you how afraid he was you would leave him for it. But you proved him wrong, and now some two years later the two of you were still together.

“You comin’?” He called out as he carefully shut the door of the s15. ‘Mona Lisa’ as Twinkie liked to call it.

“I dunno, I just...” You trailed off as you got in beside him, also careful to shut the door knowing you would never hear the end of it if you slammed it. “I have a bad feeling about tonight.”

Han’s eyes widened and he turned in his seat to face you.

“Baby we do this like every week.” He reassured you, his voice soft. “We’ll be fine.”

“Yeah I know but like, it’s just this feeling in my stomach.” You tried to explain.

“Y/n, you’ve had a stressful month with work and everything. You’ve been worrying about everything, and this is a time for you to just let go and relax.” He placed his hand on your knee. “We’re gonna be fine. Promise.”

You swallowed and nodded, pushing down your anxiety.

Han was right, it had been a crazy stressful month for you with your job, you had been busting your ass off for a promotion, and when you finally got it you realized just how many new responsibilities you had.

Sitting passenger with Han while the two of you went drifting up some mountain or along some abandoned road somewhere was one of your favorite things to do, and of course it would relax you rather than worry you even more.

“You’re right.” You smiled, placing your hand over his. “Let’s go.”

As much as you had convinced yourself that the two of you would be fine, throughout the drive you couldn’t help but feel the anxiety creep back into the pits of your stomach.

A grin made it’s way onto your face as the two of you find a familiar road a good half hour or so from the city.

You close your eyes as Han drives, drifting perfectly, loving the feeling and just leaving your worries behind. You were also exhausted, and it was only just now hitting you as your coffee was wearing off.

You had almost thought you were about to fall asleep when Han slammed the breaks, jolting you awake.

“What the-” You began to ask but he cut you off.

“Stay in the car.”

You watched, mouth agape as he left you alone in the Silvia, walking in front of the car to a parked 350Z on the other side of the road, and your eyes widened at the familiar face who was also getting out of the car.

DK.

You watched, your heart beating faster and faster until it was almost going through your chest as the two men argued, occasionally giving the other a shove to the chest.

You watched as Han said something to DK, clearly pissing him off and turning around to walk back to you.

Your breath stopped as you watched DK pull something out of his waistband, pointing it at Han.

Panicked, you opened the car door and stormed out, ignoring the bite of the icy air as you stared down the man in front of you.

“Put the fucking gun down before I call the cops.” You said harshly, your voice cold and calm despite your erratic heart beat and breathing.

He scoffed at you, glancing up and down at your figure with an impressed grin on his face, licking his lips much to Han’s dismay.

“I control the cops princess. But nice try.”

“No, that’s your uncle DK.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest. “And last time I checked, your last meeting with him didn’t go too great.”

His face fell at that.

“So put the fucking gun down or you’re going to have a huge damn problem.”

Begrudgingly, he stuck it into his pocket, placing his hands up in mock surrender as you turned and walked back to the car, Han following silently with one last dirty look at him.

“Hey!” DK called out to the two of you as you were about to slide into the passenger seat. “Next time your girlfriend won’t be around to help!”

“Just get in the car.” You whispered to Han, answering DK with a loud door slam even though it killed you.

Han followed suit, the two of you sitting in silence until DK’s car had long disappeared.

“Don’t say it.” He said as you opened your mouth to speak.

“I told you so.”

[anonymous-dentist]

Rating Dream SMP Characters Based on Whether or Not They Should Be Allowed to Drive

This is the correct list and should not be contended in any way, shape, or form.

Dream- No. Ignores traffic laws and drives on the sidewalk to try and run children over. Speeds prolifically.  DreamXD- No. Asks where the horses are in the engine.

George- No. Falls asleep at the wheel. Ignores traffic lights.

Sapnap- Yes. Has a bit of road rage, but at least he knows the law. Probably has a Tesla.

Callahan- Yes, but not when Foolish is in the general vicinity. Does not listen to music when driving.

Sam- No. Blames passengers if he gets lost or crashes, but does follow the law by technicality. Sam Nook- Yes. Probably tried teaching Tommy how to drive. Is also a car.

Ponk- Yes. He may not actually know how to drive, but he would do a better job at it than others would.

BadBoyHalo- Yes. Probably speeds at all times, but keeps both hands on the wheel. Only occasionally drives while under the influence of the Egg/Mike’s Hard Lemonade.

Tommy- No. Tokyo Drift mf. Fuck the speed limit, he is the speed limit.

Tubbo- No. Can never remember which side of the road to drive on, keeps the brights on at all times.

Fundy- No. Furries are not allowed to legally drive on the SMP. Probably texts and drives.

Punz- No, but is the SMP’s Uber driver. Has committed vehicular manslaughter at least three times. 

Purpled- Yes. Drives the speed limit occasionally. Has tried running Slime and Quackity over on five separate occasions, though.

Wilbur Soot- No. Do not let this man near heavy machinery. Threatens to crash the car on purpose. Ghostbur- No. Do not let this man near heavy machinery. Forgot how to drive a car, has no interest in relearning.

Jschlatt- No. Drives under the influence. Runs people over and tries to gaslight them into thinking it was Wilbur’s fault. Glatt- No. Too busy trying to lift the car up with his Muscles. Still drives under the influence.

Skeppy- No. Dear God, no. Probably swerves around the road at random to freak out passengers. Can’t reach the pedals.

Eret- Yes. Both hands on the wheel, one foot on the pedals. Probably drives stick.

Jack Manifold- Yes, but only when Tommy isn’t around. A surprisingly safe driver, but claims he doesn’t need a license to drive.

Niki- Yes. Some road rage, probably justified. Has a custom license plate.

Quackity- Not at the moment. Drove a car into someone’s house one time trying to get them to join Las Nevadas. Used to drive Sapnap and Karl to go stargazing in the middle of nowhere. Mexican Dream- No, but that won’t stop him. Speed demon, speedrunner supreme. Stole Dream’s car.

Karl Jacobs- No. Does not remember that he is legally allowed to drive. Ignores traffic signs.

HBomb- Yes. Is probably the safest driver on the server. Has cat ears on the roof of his car.

Technoblade- Absolutely not. Drives anyway because the government can’t tell him what to do. Has a tally of people he’s run over.

Antfrost- Yes. Usually a pretty calm driver. Cannot actually fit inside of a car.

Philza- No. Does not know what a car is. Drives twenty-five under the speed limit at all times.

Connor- Yes. Uses a stolen drivers license. Drives exactly at the speed limit to avoid suspicion. 

Puffy- Yes. Drives people around if they can’t drive. Will run Bad and Ant over without hesitation.

Ranboo- Yes. Goes just under the speed limit. Zones out on the highway. Boo- Dear God No. Will drive off a cliff to show passengers the thrill of death. Speeds at all times.

Foolish- No. Somehow built his own car out of redstone and sand blocks. Currently trying to see if he’s immune to car crashes.

Hannah- Yes. Very cautious driver. Listens to podcasts.

Slime- No. Thinks that traffic laws are just suggestions. Keeps trying to drive, anyway.

Michael- No. Drives like a fucking maniac. Encourages Dream in running over minors.

Eryn- No. Will run people over. Keeps trying to get Foolish to drive him off of a cliff to see what it feels like.

Tina- Yes. Has a specific playlist for driving. Drives people around even if they are literal criminals, she doesn’t really care.

Boomer- Yes. Asks his hat for directions. Did cheat on his license exam.

[lavienjin]

cruise control (teaser) | knj

PUBLISHING: 14TH AUGUST

summary: Clumsy by nature, Namjoon often comes into your hospital for the smallest of injuries; results from his foolish driving as he races in the streets or from his job at the auto body shop. You remind him often enough to be careful, but never — not even in your worst nightmares — could you imagine that the limp and bloodied figure lying on the operating table is the same one that had just asked you out on a date.

↠ part of the BTS meets 50s collab!

pairing: street racer!namjoon x doctor!reader

word count: 1k (actual fic 12k?)

genre/au/rating: 18+ | street racing, s2l au | smut, fluff, & v lil angst

warnings (for the teaser): mild depiction of injury, swearing

author's note: funny how i'm writing about the only member that doesn't have a fucking driver's license lmao

playlist: tokyo drifting // vroom vroom // big black car //

credit for the gif!

m.list | ao3

“Kim motherfucking Namjoon!”

He winces when his full name is thrown in the air with such annoyance - at the shrill voice muttering phrases no patient should be hearing in the hospital. The curtains around his bed is yanked away, revealing you in a lab coat with a furious glint in your eyes, mouth turned into a deep scowl. Namjoon can’t help but smile warmly at your irritated figure as he waits for the tirade with a chuckle.

“What’s the problem, doll?”

“The problem is that you’re here. Again. And I should be asking you that question,” you remark pointedly, glaring at his sad state. "What the hell, knucklehead? How did you get hurt this time?"

Despite your brusque tone, your hands are busy inspecting his body: listening to his heartbeat - "124 bpm," you note - and measuring his temperature (though Namjoon isn't sure why you go through such lengths). When you prod your delicate fingers along his sternum while trying to locate the injury, he hisses, face scrunching up and muscles locking instantly as he tries to breathe through the pain.

Instantly, your face morphs into one of concern, knitted eyebrows and soft eyes as you snatch your hand away to stand beside him, rubbing his back soothingly. As the pain ebbs turning into a dull ache, Namjoon can't help but turn towards you, a strained smile on his lips as he relaxes from your touch. He wonders silently if you do this for all your patients or just him. He hopes it's the latter.

“Hey, are you okay?” you whisper, pushing his shoulders gently to have him relax on the bed again. “Seriously, what happened this time, Joon?”

He looks momentarily at your hand resting on his shoulder; at the warmth that's spreading all over his body. He chuckles, but it's caught in his throat, sounding raspier than ever, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead as he clutches his chest, preparing himself for another onslaught of nags. “Oh, I just… umm… crashed the car and I knocked my chest against the steering wheel pretty hard. Thank god the airbag didn’t deploy and break my nose or anything.”

“You crashed your car!?” you half-gasp, half-yell, eyes bulging out of your head before whipping around to make sure no one in the ward heard anything. Your voice drops to a whisper, mouth forming a thin line as you continue your examination. “I can't believe this. Lift your shirt up.”

“The least you could do is to take me out to dinner first,” he teases.

An eyeroll is your only response as you order him again. Sighing, Namjoon does as he’s told, shrugging his shirt so it wraps around his neck. There’s a blueish mark on the centre of his chest and the way your warm fingers brush against it makes him sigh, craving more of your touch despite the ache. You’re silent as you continue to press and prod along his abdomen before you finally lean back, letting him pull his shirt down with a nod as you scribble silently in your clipboard.

“Good news,” you singsong playfully, before sighing and slightly shaking your head. Anger forgotten, the corners of your mouth turn upwards into a lopsided grin. “You should be fine. The damage is all epidermal – surface level, and I don’t feel any broken bones nor do I detect any laboured breathing. Please do come back if you start experiencing those symptoms. It’s going to hurt like a bitch, but I think you’ll be okay after a few days.”

Namjoon stares at you; observing the way your shoulders seem to sag with relief, at the storm leaving your eyes when you realise that he’s going to be fine.

“You’re free to go, though. I can prescribe you with some painkillers if you need them?” Your voice breaks through his thoughts and he’s forced to look at those glimmering eyes.

Hiding the blush of his cheeks with a cough, Namjoon quickly shakes his head. “No need, doc. The whole reason I came here was to take a gander at your pretty face anyway.”

Subtle.

You falter at that and Namjoon doesn’t miss the way you tuck a strand of hair behind your ears, eyes shifting between your clipboard and the floor. Cute.

“A-Anyway, I have other patients to attend to, so if there’s nothing else…” you trail off, still resolutely looking at your shoes instead of Namjoon.

Wincing at the dull ache in his chest, he circles your wrist with his hand, tugging gently to get you to look at him. Tongue turning into lead, he opens and closes his mouth, trying to push out the question that's been on the tip of his tongue for a while.

Now or never.

“There is one thing… You've been taking care of me all this time. Let me take you out to dinner, yeah? As thanks.”

His heart is the sound of a roaring lion, commanding his attention. The silence doesn’t treat him gently – his palms are beginning to sweat as he waits for your answer, smile faltering with every second ticking where you’re not looking at him. Finally, you turn around and Namjoon smiles wider, dimples flashing when you agree with a quiet ‘yes’ and a nod of your head.

“I can’t this week. Maybe the next?” you reply meekly, avoiding his gaze.

“Sounds like a plan, Stan.” Namjoon swings his legs from the bed, the pain already ebbing away with how excited he is at the prospect of finally taking you out. “See you later, alligator.”

You think he’s out of earshot, but Namjoon catches you mumble under your breath, voice barely audible among the beeps of machinery. He forces himself to walk normally, despite wanting to jump for joy and pump his fist in the air.

“Not for a while, crocodile.”

[mymegumi]

drifting lights

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x fem!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 2.0k words

warnings: late night drive, sad thoughts, idk, driving and swears

note: another repost from zumis, but anyways giggles i hope you like it bc i wrote a bit more and edited it!!

dedicated: to @tetsustation as an apology for saying i hoped furudate’s least fav char would be kuroo </3 it was a joke /lh

“hey,” kuroo’s words are soft in your ear, volume turned down on your phone to make sure your roommates don’t wake up, “did i wake you?”

“mm,” you’re still groggy from sleep and his voice is a soft timbre against your ear, “s’okay, what’s up?

“can’t a guy just call his girlfriend?��

you hum as you think, turning in bed as you tuck your blanket underneath your chin. across the room, your eyes are blurrily trying to focus on the blinding red letters sitting idly on your analog clock. “not when it’s almost two am, ‘suro.”

“well,” he at least has the decency to sound as apologetic as he can over the phone, “i really did just miss you, wanted to hear your voice.”

it’s only kuroo’s fault when your phone slips from your hands, pillow pressed to your face with your hands as you scream as silently as you can into it. without meaning to, he makes butterflies erupt in your stomach and you try to gather yourself as you bring your phone back up to your ear, hand loosely against your mouth.

“it is way too early for you to be doing this to me,” your scolding is light, and from his faint chuckle, has most likely fallen on deaf ears, “is there anything you want me to do for you?”

there’s a pause and you can hear a little bit of shuffling around from kuroo’s end of the phone before his voice is back, slightly softer than before, “you could come outside.”

“what?”

“you heard me, sweetheart,” you can practically hear the teasing smile that’s on his face as you sit up in your bed, pushing the curtain away from your window to look outside. sure enough, you can recognize the silhouette of your boyfriend faintly illuminated by the streetlight, “come outside.”

“you’re so lucky,” his laughter is cut short as you hang up on him. you climb out of bed and grab a hoodie off of your desk chair, shoving your phone in your pocket as you open your door as quietly as possible.

sneaking downstairs isn’t an issue, and while you shove your shoes on carelessly, you take the quick minute you’re standing still to shove the sweater you had stolen from kuroo over your head. it hangs low, but you’re pulling the heel of your shoes back into their rightful positions as you’re leaving your house.

the door closes with a soft click, and a pair of hands end up resting on your hips as a familiar weight is pressed against the top of your head. it’s not long before kuroo’s arms are wrapped around your waist firmly, and you know you’re not getting out of it until he feels like letting you go, so you lean back into him.

your eyes close as you place your hand over his hands. you keep your voice low as you turn your head to try and get a glance at him, “are you okay?”

the silence itself is enough of an answer for you that you just run your thumb along the ridges of his knuckles. kuroo is one of the best communicators you’d ever dated, and it was always a bad sign if he was being too silent about what was going on inside of his head. you’d learned that unlike many of your friends, kuroo preferred the silence of your presence rather than small talk if he wasn’t feeling his best.

you turn your head backwards at an odd angle to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw as he holds you gently, the only light being the moon over your heads and the warm yellow glow coming from the streetlight a few feet away from your front steps. he’s still quiet when you end up turning in his arms, nose tucked into the warm spot where his pulse rests, steady and loud as you stand on your front step for a few seconds. it reminds you that he’s real and is a tangible reminder of the man you love.

kuroo’s car is parked on the side of the road a little ways away, lights off and engine running as he starts running his hands through your hair. it’s light, right by the outside of your ear and he kisses the crown of your head with soothing touches.

“wanna go on a drive?” his words are barely above a whisper and you can only nod against him, not wanting to move too much before you have. his hands leave your hair as he steps back to look at you.

most of his face is just shadows, the light illuminating the outer edges of his hair but you can still manage to distinguish the handsome lines of his face. despite covering an eye, he’s always had the type of face that you always want to look at and even almost two years into your relationship, that fact still hasn’t changed. when he offers you the smallest of smiles, you can see the exhaustion lining his expression, laced between the adoration he has for you in his eyes.

his hands find their way to your cheeks, cupping carefully as he rubs a finger along the curve of your cheekbone. he leans down to rub your noses together for a second, eyes slipping close and he looks at ease for a brief moment before sealing your lips together.

your hands hang off of his forearms as you press close together, warmth finding you in each other’s embrace. kuroo’s kiss is slow, unhurried, and it steals the sleepiness from you as he turns his head to the side slightly. he tastes like laughter on a summer day, endless nights filled with your hands shoved outside of the sunroof of your too-old-to-be-on-the-road car, and the citrusy tang of clementines and oranges you’d stole from your neighbor.

in the next few minutes the two of you share a few more kisses, each as quick and as dizzying as the one before. as he pulls away, you’re relieved to see some of the stress shed from his expression, eyes bright and awake as he looks back at you. his hand winds with yours as you start the walk to his car, lazily making your way there.

he pulls the door of his car open for you, waiting for you to get in before walking around the front to his own side. when he gets into the car, he double checks to make sure you’re buckled in before he puts his car into drive, pulling out onto your street as he fishes his phone out of his pocket for you.

“any preferences for tonight’s playlist?” unlocking his phone, you’re somewhere on his spotify—scrolling through the amalgamation of absolutely atrocious study playlist names he’d crafted over the years—when he finally settles on something a bit more relaxing than his most recently played playlist.

together, the two of you enjoy the passing scenery as you start to slip into tokyo’s nightscape. the lights are bright and you can’t help but be mesmerized by them as kuroo drives, no end destination in mind, just wanting to enjoy each other’s presence for the moment.

kuroo has always been spontaneous like this for as long as you have been dating. in fact, he had asked you out on a whim, coming off the high of winning a volleyball game in high school. you were in the crowd because he had asked you to come watch him. you wouldn’t get the privilege of wearing his jersey until you became official, but you still decided to represent your school in a borrowed sweater you had stolen from him.

he was sweaty, but his smile was so radiant when he looked up at you leaning over the railing protecting you from falling. he waved with both hands, and you had waved back with matched enthusiasm.

kuroo had ended up yelling up to you, asking you out for the very first time in front of everyone who had come to watch. while you hated the attention, you had nodded hurriedly before making your way down to the court to get enveloped in a big, sweaty kuroo hug.

you distinctly remember kenma thanking you later for saving him from having to hug kuroo that night.

“love,” your hand finds his where it rests near the shifter, “what brought this on?”

your head is leaning against the headrest as he sighs softly, turning his hand over to twine your fingers together in a warm grasp, “i just, i couldn’t stop thinking.”

you make a noise of acknowledgement, knowing that he would know that you were listening, but just letting him take his time to tell you what was going on. while very spontaneous, kuroo wasn’t one for staying up too late, citing that a good night’s sleep was one of the first and best steps you could take for a better education. his dedication was one of the things you admire about him, even if it meant you were missing your boyfriend for a good hour at night

“i’m just worried,” his admission is barely audible over the music playing and the soothing rumble of his car’s engine as you change lanes on the highway, “about everything that’s changing.”

“i know that things have to change,” while he talks, you just watch, the lines of stress crossing over his face almost disappearing in the darkness, “but i don’t want to leave school. i’ve made so many friends and i met you, and i just can’t help but feel scared for what’s going to happen when we don’t have it anymore.”

you tighten your grip where your hands rest as you smile at him, despite the fact he’s focusing on the road, “‘suro, you know how you made a lot of good friends in school?”

he nods ever so slightly, voice cracking just slightly as he answers, “yeah.”

“just think about all the friends you’re going to make when you go into the real world,” you’re worrying your thumb over the back of his hand, “you’re very charismatic, and you’re good with other people, smart, too. you’re not lacking in great qualities, and people will recognize that.”

“not to mention,” you’ve adjusted yourself in your seat, tucking a leg underneath yourself so that you can face him more directly, “kenma, yaku, nobuyuki, and myself will always answer when you call or text. you’ll be away from home, but we’ll all be available for you, ‘suro.”

“we’re leaving school,” you start, eyes tracing the skyline of the city as you feel a small smile spread across your lips, “but life won’t end, and our friends won’t stop being our friends, and i’ll never stop being yours.”

you’re pulling up to a stoplight when he turns to look at you, side of his face bright red from the light as he gives you an easy going smile. you press the palm of your free hand to his cheek, and his eyes close, savoring the moment. he pulls your joined hands together to kiss your knuckles, featherlight before pulling away to lean across his center console.

“i love you,” his words are a mumble against your lips as you enjoy the quiet moment.

it’s almost three am, now, so when the light turns green, the pair of you are unconcerned as kuroo doesn’t press his foot against the gas, instead just content to be with each other. the changing colors of the stoplight is a backdrop to the press of his lips, a hand curling into his hair as he pulls you closer to him over the center console.it digs into your side a bit, and the seatbelt presses into your chest at an uncomfortable angle, but it’s all very you and kuroo so you don’t mind it.

kuroo’s worries won’t disappear overnight, and you know that you can only begin to soothe the deep seeded insecurities he holds. you’ll be content as long as he knows you’ll always be there to drive with him and watch the sunrise together, your fingers laced with his.

[faraum]

Driver's License -- Eli Pepperjack x Steve Palchuk

I'm on mobile so I can't do a read more link sorry :P

A/N: yes this is inspired by Driver's License by Oliva Rodrigo... i heard it and instantly thought of Eli and Steve because im a sap and i have a lot of feelings for those boys. This is set in a world where ROTT never happens. Enjoy some Steli feelz(it has a happy ending i promise). Also, this can be platonic or romantic!(i headcannom Steve as poly)

Its a bit angsty, lots of anxious Eli.

I hope you all like it! :D

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He did it, he finally got his license and he was on his way to pick up a used Miata from the dealership. The excitement he felt could not be contained, he was so ready to Tokyo Drift that bad boy. But, the excitement didn’t last once he was sitting at the wheel. Eli reached for the radio, remembering what Steve had said a few weeks ago... “Bro, you HAVE to play the tape Krel and I made when you get that car.” At the time, things were still somewhat normal, well, as normal as things were in Arcadia. Steve wasn’t completely consumed by his relationship with Aja back then, but now it seemed like Eli was fading into the background. 

His hand wavered by the radio still, his bag of car trinkets- and the tape -sat on the passengers seat. All of his joy sunk to the floorboards as he looked over at the bag. He let out a sigh as he reached his hand over, grabbing the hanging air freshener to put on his rearview mirror. As he reached into the bag again, looking for his GunRobot figurine, his fingers grazed the tape. He decided to pull it out, flipping it over to read it. “Creepslayerz mix” it was written in Steve's handwriting, he frowned as a small tear threatened to break through his tear duct. Sniffling back the emotions, he tossed the tape to the side and started up his engine. He would listen to the sweet purr of his new baby’s engine for his first drive. Anything to get his mind off Steve, but it didn’t work.

He drove through downtown Arcadia first, rolling his windows down so everyone could see Eli Pepperjack and his sweet ride. After taking it through the canals for some drifting, he found himself driving through the suburbs. He couldn’t help but think about what it would be like if Steve was with him. Maybe he should have sent that text before leaving and he would have come with. But he couldn't help but worry that it would have annoyed him, or that he was out on a date with Aja instead. Eli pulled over by some mailboxes and shut the car off before resting his head on the steering wheel. His doubt and anxiety was consuming him in the small vehicle. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, and then the tears came.

Why couldn't he just text his best friend?

Why was his brain making this so difficult?

He tried to convince himself that it was no big deal, that Steve was still his best friend..... but the fear and hurt still came. Was he being delusional?

Was Aja really stealing Steve away?

Or was he just being an insecure buttsnack about it all?

Eli wiped the tears and snot away from his face and reached over to find the tape again. He always loved the music Krel made, and rapping with Steve always made him feel good. But he couldn't bring himself to put the tape in the player. He put his head on the steering wheel once again, looking down at his lap where the tape sat. A few blank moments went by, and he heard a tap on his window followed by a familiar, "Pepperjack?" He lifted his head up suddenly, jumping at the noises. Right outside the driver's side window stood Steve, beaming with excitement. "You got a car and didn't tell me!?" His muffled voice yelled from outside. Eli turned the key to roll the window down, "Hi Steve." His voice was sad and rough from crying only moments ago. "Come on buttsnack, let me in!" Steve exclaimed before running around the car to get in. He nearly sat on Eli's car decor that was still sitting in the bag in the passenger's seat. "Hey watch out," he mumbled, while hastly grabbing the sack and pulling it close to his chest. "What's all that junk?" Steve asked while closing his door. Eli looked at him and held up the bag, "It's not junk, it's stuff for my ride I'm gonna pimp it out." Steve slapped his hands on the dashboard, "Then why haven't you decorated yet, bro? Let's get this puppy swagged out, whatcha got in there?" He reached over and grabbed the bag from Eli's hands, peering into it. "Hey!" Eli whined out, reaching for the bag only to be swatted away. "Dude you have a lot of nerdy stuff in here." Steve said, pulling out the GunRobot figurine and examining it. "Where do you want this?" He asked finally, Eli pointed at the dashboard. Steve took the figurine, pulling duct tape out of the bag, and taped it to the center of the dashboard. "What else do you have?" He thought out loud, digging through the bag again. Despite having Steve around, Eli still felt melancholy. They took turns pulling things out of the bag and decorated the interior. Once the bag was empty, Steve buckled himself and slapped the dashboard once again. "We are ready to roll!" He yelled out excitedly, "C'mon Pepperjack, lets take her for a spin!" Eli sat back in his seat, "It's a he." He said softly. "Oh," His friend replied, "Well, whatever. Let's take him to the canals!" He threw his arms out as if he was holding a steering wheel and was jerking it back and forth. Eli looked over at him, a smile slowly forming on his face. "You.. you want me to take you for a drive?" His voice squeaked more than he wanted it to. "Heck yeah, LET'S GOOOOOO!" Steve laughed and gave his friend a good slap on the shoulder. Eli shrugged before starting up the car, and they drove back towards the canals.

After some top teir Tokyo drifting, they parked in the shade of the bridge and giggled the adrenaline off. "Oh man, that was awesome!" Eli laughed out, beaming and happy. "Heck yeah bro, give me some!" Steve laughed back, holding up a hand for a high-five, which Eli returned. They sat for a moment, gathering themselves and calming down. Then Steve noticed something on the floor by Eli's feet, "Hey is that my tape?" He asked, reaching down between his friend's legs to grab it. He held it up to his face to check if it was the same tape he gave him a few weeks ago. "Have you listen to this yet?" He asked Eli, while sticking the tape into the player. Eli just shook his head, his smile fading. "No, I was too sad to." He finally admitted. Steve turned towards him sharply, "What? That's such a good reason to listen to it, why didn't you?" He asked sincerely, concern growing on his face. "Well I- You- I don't know." Eli muttered back, embarrassed for having such an anxious thought process. "Pepperjack, talk to me." Steve's voice was level, and serious, which was a rarity. Eli sighed, letting his head fall forward onto the steering wheel with a thump. He mumbled a little "Ouch." before picking his head back up. When he looked over at Steve, he was staring at him, eyes completely focused. "I thought that," Eli started, taking a minute to think about how he wanted to say this. "Well, since you and Aja were getting so close... I thought you we're leaving me behind. We've been through so much together and its like, all of a sudden I didn't exist anymore." He finally admitted. Steve laughed, "Are you jealous, Pepperjack?" He asked, consumed by his laughter. Eli put his head on the steering wheel yet again, "Maybe?" he shrugged. Steve was still laughing, and it only made him feel worse. He just rolled his eyes and stared down at his lap. Finally, Steve caught his breath and stopped laughing. He put a hand on Eli's back and spoke softly, his voice still ringing from laughter. "Eli, you're my bro, my homie, my best friend, we're partners. You'll always be my number one, dude." Eli tilted his head on the steering wheel to look at him. "You mean it?" He asked, insecurity oosing out of his voice. "Of course I mean it," Steve responded, a huge grin plastered on his face. "So you're not jealous, right?" He asked, pulling his hand away as Eli sat up again. "No," he started quietly, "I think I just need more attention." The last word came out more mumbled than the rest, but Steve still understood him. "Alright," he said giving Eli a pat on his shoulder, "I'll make more time for you, bud. Especially now that you have this sweet ride." Steve ran his hands over the dashboard and gave Eli a smirk. He smiled back, feeling much better about the day now that he could get over his insecurity, and have Steve around again. "Thanks, Steve." He said, starting the engine and turning up the radio. "Creepslayerz?" He asked, pressing play on the stereo. "Creepslayerz." His best friend replied back, holding his hand up in a C for him. He did it back, making thier hands form an S.

For the rest of the afternoon, they drove around downtown Arcadia blasting the mixtape for all to hear.

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Thank you so much for reading! This is my first fic so I hope it goes well >.<

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Reignition (Kozume Kenma x Reader)

Word Count: 2,147

Anonymous said:

Hi! I love your work so much! I was wondering if you could do a Kenma x reader? Where theyre really good childhood friends, but she moved to miyagi (karasuno) for highschool. So then they meet at the training camp and have rekindled feelings?? Sorry if yhis doesnt make sense! Again, I love your work so much!!!!

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I don’t know why I made this one so long lol. This was a lot of fun to write, anything that has to do with the training camp makes me so happy lmao. I hope you like this one anon! I hope I was able to write it how you wanted!

Another reminder that requests are closing on Saturday! I’m going through them all slowly but surely, after I finish these requests I probably won’t be taking them again for a while, so I can write up some other stories of mine to share with you guys! Anyway, I hope you guys are having a good week!

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You sighed in exhaustion as you walked through the doors with the chaotic duo. You were never going to babysit these two ever again, no matter what Daichi or Sugawara said.

 If it wasn’t for them you would have already been at the training camp with everyone else, helping Shimizu and Yachi with the manager duties. But fate just wasn’t one your side this time, fearing that the two would ditch their supplementary exams and try to go to Tokyo on their own, Daichi had requested that you stay with them until the exams were done.

 Which meant that you had to also suffer through a crazy drive with Big Sister Saeko, and as much as you loved her, you just so happened to love your life just a tad bit more to never want to suffer through that again. 

 Now you were just exhausted, luckily from the looks of it the practice matches were going to be wrapping up soon, which meant food, showering and a good night’s sleep.

 You sighed once again, your eyes flickering over to your team, you could feel multiple pairs of eyes on you as the three of you walked further into the gym.

 “Thanks for watching them Y/n-chan.” Daichi called out as you approached everyone.

 “You owe me senpai.” was all you said as you walked passed them towards Shimizu and Yachi, wanting to get caught up on what happened while you were gone; completely oblivious to two pairs of lingering eyes coming from the Nekoma team.

 “Must be nice having three managers,” Kuroo muttered, his eyes focusing in on your small figure. “I wonder if that one is new like the blonde one.”

 Of course, everyone’s eyes lingered on your figure a tad bit longer than necessary, curious as to why Karasuno managed to have three managers, and well, because you were incredibly cute. It was fitting that you too would be part of the team, considering there were already two other cute managers.

 The lucky bastards. 

 “Shoyo had mentioned earlier that they convinced one of their managers to come back to the team…” Kenma said quietly, his cat-like eyes following your every movement. “That’s probably her…”

 Of course, Kenma had noticed how good looking you were, but the air of familiarity was too much. He couldn’t help but wonder if he had met you before.

 “Why must the universe be so cruel!?” Yamamoto cried out. 

 Kenma sighed to himself. There was never any peace.

 ***

 “Ne, ne Shoyo! Who was that other manager that walked in with you!?” Inuoka asked curiously.

 Even though Kenma never removed his eyes from his game, he couldn’t help but to sit up straighter, ears perked up. Of course, he was curious too, you seemed incredibly familiar to him. 

 “Oh Y/n-senpai!” Hinata grinned. “She’s a second year at Karasuno, she’s been a manager since her first year.”

 “How come I didn’t see her at the practice match?” Inuoka pondered aloud.

 “Y/n-senpai’s health is very fragile! She was sick for a while and her parents made her quit. But she loves volleyball so much that she begged to come back to the team. Plus, she’s really pretty and a good manager!” Hinata gloated, eyes shining brightly.

 Y/n… Kenma ignored the sudden race to his heart. He knew that name, he knew that name very well. In all honesty, he had never expected hearing it again, much less seeing you again.

 It had been years.

 He couldn’t help but wonder if you remembered him too. 

 Of course, he would remember you, his first love. The one that got away, the other person that he used to play with when he was younger other than - oh that’s right, Kuroo.

 Did Kuroo recognize you too?

 You did look different from when you were younger now that he thinks about it. 

 But then again, he looked different too. Kuroo maybe not so much. Just bigger, still just as annoying though.

 “Well I should get going. We’re playing you guys first thing in the morning!” Hinata said, waving goodbye.

 First thing in the morning?

 Then maybe… he could see you again, right?

 ****

 It was too early, way too early; especially with how rowdy the boys were already being.

 It wasn’t just your boys either, but four extra teams on top of yours? 

 How were you going to survive this training camp?

 “You’ve been sighing a lot this morning, Y/n-chan. Are you feeling okay? Do you need to go rest?” Shimizu asked, a slight concern to her voice.

 “I’m fine senpai; I’m just thinking about how lively everyone is. It’s going to be a long trip isn’t it?” You grimaced, eyes scanning the sea of boys that were currently eating breakfast right now and -

 “Oi! Yuu! Leave Tsukki alone before you break his glasses!” You called out to the libero, pointing the ladle in your hand at him accusingly, eyebrow raised as if daring him to challenge you. 

 The said male apologized, releasing his grip on the tall blonde and sitting down.

 You sighed again, ignoring the giggles of the other managers around you.

 “Y/n-chan is the best at handling our first-year duo and second year duo. They always listen to her, and she’s always looking out for them.” Shimizu explained, a small smile grazing her lips. 

 “Unwillingly.” You stated, “apparently my title as a manager has ‘babysitter’ in it. If I knew Daichi-senpai was going to make me watch those four when he can’t I wouldn’t have come back.” You started saying as you began serving the boys that finally came in for breakfast.

 “I guess I do have some practice,” you begin saying, eyes fixated on the food in front of you as you serve. “when I was younger, I used to play with these two boys that were -” your eyes widened as you looked up to the next set of boys you were about to plate.

 Kuroo looked at you in shock for a moment before a wide grin stretched across his face. While Kenna stood there frozen, although his heart rate was through the roof. 

 “Oya oya oya. If it isn’t little Y/n-chan. I didn’t even recognize you the other day. Who would have thought you’d be a manager at our rival school?” Kuroo said slyly.

 “Tetsu… You look the same.” you grimaced.

 “Oi why are you making that face!?” Kuroo huffed angrily before his eyes slid over to Kenma who was just… staring at you.

 The sweetest smile grazed your lips, your eyes wide and bright and… were you blushing?

 “Kenma.” You said softly.

 He could have died right there, it felt like all the bars in his health evaporated into nothing as soon as you looked at him and said his name. 

 He definitely died and went straight to heaven; especially with a smile like that. 

 “Y/n.” he mumbled softly, eyes flickering away from you, burning holes into his food, ignoring the two pair of eyes that were now staring at him.

 “You’re still just as shy as before.” you laughed softly as you served your childhood friends.

 “We’ll have to catch up sometime Y/n-chan.” Kuroo said before walking off to find a table. 

 “Kenma.” you called out before he could scurry away with Kuroo. He glanced at you once more, pausing for you to continue.

 “I’ve missed you. We should catch up soon.” you said quietly, a soft blush beginning to coat your cheeks.

 “Yeah.” he nodded at you once more before walking off, leaving your heart racing and your cheeks flushed.

 Even after all these years... could that be considered true love? You wondered, ignoring the giggles, and pointed looks all of the other girls were giving you.

 But internally you were squealing as well.

 ****

 The next couple of days you did exactly what you said you would do; you caught up with your childhood friends. 

 When you had finally returned for the week-long training camp, you were glued to the Nekoma team, much to Karasuno’s annoyance.

 Right now, you were handing out watermelon, a sweet smile glued to your face as you made sure your boys got some and then making sure that Nekoma did as well. 

 “Do you want seconds Kenma?” you asked, sitting next to the pudding haired boy. His eyes slid over to you before he shook his head and took out his phone, pulling up a mobile game.

 You scooted closer to him, your head finding his shoulders, eyes glued to the screen.

 You felt Kenma stiffen at the sudden contact, but soon relaxed as you guys drifted into comfortable silence. 

 This was all too familiar, you would always watch Kenma play video games when you were younger, it was entertaining and it didn’t involve strenuous work, which meant it was great for you due to your fragile health. 

 Plus, you got to be close to him, that was another bonus.

 Kenma ignored the racing of his heart and tried to beat down the smugness that filled his body as he received envious looks from the others. 

 The two of you were always close, you were the one person he didn’t mind receiving affection from, although it never really appeared that way.

 “Oi Y/n-chan, can you fill up our water bottles before the next match?” Kuroo called out. 

 “I’m not your manager Tetsurou. But I guess.” You rolled your eyes at him, heaving yourself up and dusting off your shorts.

 “I’ll go with you Y/n.” Kenma said quietly, putting his phone back into his pocket as he stood up.

 You couldn’t help the blush and smile that spread across your face at his offer, that just meant you got to spend more time with him, you’d fill up Nekoma’s water bottles any day if it meant more time with Kenma.

 Kenma was quiet as you talked about everything and anything as you guys walked towards the water fountains.

 It wasn’t that he was ignoring you, rather, his head was consumed by thoughts of you. He wanted to voice his feelings, he could only assume that you liked him too, from the way you acted around him, the way you treated him.

 Even though you guys were apart for years, it felt like you had never left his side. Everything was familiar, everything was comfortable, he liked that, he liked that a lot.

 “- As much as I admire and respect my senpais, it’s just not fair that they want me to teach those two on top of babysitting them and -” 

 “Y/n.” Kenma interrupted your animated storytelling, his slender fingers gently grabbing at your hand that held a water bottle.

 You looked up at him in surprise. 

 Why…. why was he looking at you like that? You could feel heat beginning to creep up into your cheeks, your stomach twisting with butterflies.

 Kenma’s piercing eyes bore into your own, there was a softness to them, but there was also a hardened look of determination.

 “What’s wrong?” You asked quietly, placing the water bottle down and you turned your body towards him completely. 

 He grasped both of your hands in his, eyes flickering down to stare at them before they softly trailed up your arms until they rested gently on top of your shoulders.

 “Do you like me?” he asked, peering down at you.

 “W-What are you talking about?” you asked nervously, eyes flickering away from his intense gaze. “O-Of course I like you Kenma, you’re my best -”

 “That’s not what I mean.” He cut you off. “If you don’t like me then you can push me away, but I’m not going to hold back anymore.” 

 “What do you mean hold back -”

 Oh.

 Oh.

 He was kissing you. Kenma’s lips were surprisingly soft and slightly cold, but they fit perfectly against your own. The kiss was lingering and gentle, hesitant almost.

 But it was your first kiss.

 Your first kiss with your best friend, your crush since childhood, your first love. It was… it was perfect. 

 This was perfect.

 All too soon he pulled away, taking a small step back to give you some space.

 Both of your faces flushed.

 Someone cleared their throat loudly, causing you guys to jump further away from each other.

 “I was wondering what was taking you guys so long.” Kuroo grinned wickedly. “If I would have known you guys were sucking face, I wouldn’t have come.”

 “Shut up Kuroo.” Kenma scowled.

 “So… did you guys finally confess to each other?” he asked, ignoring him completely.

 “Y/n is mine.” Kenma said simply, finishing up the last water bottle, grabbing your hand gently and tugging you away. “Since you’re here Kuroo you can take the water bottles back to the gym.” 

 A soft giggle escaped your lips as he tugged you away, causing a small smile to erupt on his face.

 “Damn you Kenma!” Kuroo yelled out. 

[sweetestjade]

Okay so I go throughout my everyday listening to music. I have playlists for EVERYTHING! And it got me wondering how would the boys react to an MC who constantly listens to music?

Lucifer

- I imagine Lucifer generally listens to classical music but I love the idea of him listening to jazz.

- Like big band/swing music

- Okay so for this scenario I imagine MC and Lucifer working on paperwork/school work together

- MC is loosing their mind cuz it’s so quiet and they put on a jazz playlist.

- Lucifer is shocked at first because he’s like what does this human know about jazz?! (✨yk just old people tings✨)

- But he starts to softly hum and tap his foot

- MC notices and queues up a few of their favorite songs and eventually starts to sing

- Lucifer loves the way MC sings along to their favorite songs but doesn’t wanna bring attention to it because he doesn’t want them to stop.

- As MC and him get closer he starts looking forward to their work/music sessions together.

- If MC catches him on a good day that doesn’t have a lot of work sometimes he’ll ask MC to dance 🥺❤️

Mammon

- Okay so I imagine Mammon really likes going on drives. The guy has a whole car in his room...you’re gonna tell me I’m wrong?

- ANYWAYS

- On these drives he likes to bring MC any chance he gets because it’s time with just them and no brothers to ruin it.

- MC really does enjoy these car rides because it reminds them of times in the human world when they would drive around with friends or family and just vibe.

- You best believe that because of this MC has a few car playlist full of vibey songs for any occasion.

- MC is the CEO of “can I have the AUX?”

- Mammon and MC feel like being in their feels? MC’s gotta playlist.

- Need a playlist to listen to while speeding down the highway pretending to be in Fast & Furious?

- You know that one song from Tokyo Drift is on that playlist 😌

- Mammon ADORES MC and their car playlists. Theres never a dull moment, even when they’re in their feels haha

- God(or Diavolo rather??) help you both if Lucifer finds out the amount of times you two have out run the police to Fuck Tha Police by N.W.A (listen i don’t know if there’s police in devildom but imagine it for the scenario 😤)

Leviathan

- Okay so if MC knew anything about tiktok they would have a playlist full of tiktok audios

- Especially the ones on anime TikTok - those are really *chef kiss*

- I imagine that Levi wants to ask MC if he can have a manga or CD back and he over hears her jamming to one of his favorite anime openings

- But the song ends before he gets to MC’s room and THE TikTok song comes on and MC starts singing.

- Is that Touch You from Yarichin Bitch Club?! No it couldn’t be...

- MC let’s out THE MOST PASSIONATE 🎤sawarasenai🥰kimi😸wa⛓shoujo👻na💅no?✨böKù🌸Wâ🧚ÿARiçHiñ🤴BįCChī😾ńO😩oSû🚣Dà🎉YO💦

- Levi gets SO red he feels like he’s gonna get a nosebleed or faint or some cliche anime reaction.

- He can’t bring himself to confront MC after hearing them sing. But he would be lying if he said he didn’t wanna join them lolol

- After that Levi will most definitely invite MC to his room for weekly karaoke or to karaoke bars in town

- Bonus points if MC knows the lyrics to his favorite anime openings/closings

Satan

- You can’t tell me that Satan isn’t punk rock as hell

- HAVE YOU HEARD THE MUSIC TRACK THE DEVS PLAY WHEN THE STAGE IS WRATH?!

- I feel like this is where Lucifer and Satan differ, because Satan was most definitely an angsty, rebellious “teen”

- While his attitude isn’t as bad as it used to be his music taste hasn’t left

- MC has the most PERFECT 90s/2000s emo playlist haha

- But if Satan wanted some of the old stuff rest assured they have some classic rock on there too

- I think Satan would invite MC to his room whenever he felt like pissing Lucifer off to blast rock music thats on MC’s playlist

- This honestly sounds SO OOC but I like to imagine when Satan is with MC he would let loose a little and start singing/dancing along

- And the feeling MC would get when they see Satan singing along to one of their favorite bands?!

- HUBBA HUBBA 🥵

- Satan knows this and lives for their flustered reaction

Asmodeus

- Okay I don’t know if y’all know who Spencer is on tiktok, but he does this thing where he will put on music to make him feel sexy and get all dressed up and just walk towards the camera in slo-mo.

- And do I think Asmo would do that??

- Yes absolutely 😂

- I think Asmo would have a shared playlist with MC called “brb doin hot girl shit”

- Ashnikko is DEFINITELY on this playlist

- But it is just songs that MC and him play when the two wanna feel confident, when you’re both getting ready to go clubbing/partying, or whatever hot people do that they might need music for

- But also I think MC would have a winding down playlist

- This one is played when you’re both doing skin care, or getting ready to take a bath, or just general self care

- This maybe a little OOC but I like to think Asmo would love to hear MC sing the calmer playlist because of how peaceful it makes him feel

- Imagine that after a night of partying and you’re both getting your makeup/party clothes off and putting on face masks and just winding down

- And MC is in the bathroom just gracefully signing while doing whatever self care task they’re doing

- Asmo overhears and just loving/longingly stares at MC from his vanity or wherever he is

- I just think Asmo would appreciate the gentle moments MC and him share along with the rowdy ones 🥺

Beelzebub

- Would LOVE IT that MC listens to so much music

- He’s always at the gym or practice and would love to listen to MC’s playlist when he’s apart from them

- I do think that if MC went to the gym with Beel you two would have a shared playlist called “Gainz😩💪😤” or something goofy like that

- It’s full of high energy songs, that match how hard you two go at the gym(at least how hard Beel goes lol)

- Image that he asked MC to make him a special playlist so that he can listen to it right before his games/matches to motivate him 🥺

- It would remind him to do well for not only for himself, his team, or his brothers, but his lovely MC who he doesn’t ever wanna disappoint

- On the other hand when the two of you cook/bake together and there is music playing I think it would be cute if Beel danced with MC in the kitchen

- MC is the only thing that helps with his hunger, right?

- So image you two are cooking dinner listening to la festin from ratatouille or something similar

- And outta no where he grabs MC from behind, spins them and starts dancing with them

- I’m not saying it’s any good, but he’s trying because he knows how much MC enjoys listening to music and wants to show his appreciation

Belphegor

- Last but not least! Sleepy boi 🥺

- MC has lullabies for daysss

- Or those white noise/rain/ambience sounds

- It’s just a playlist that helps the two of you sleep

- Not that belphie would have issue with that

- At first Belphie kinda shrugged it off and was like “whatever thanks I guess..”

- But on the inside was so soft because omg MC thought to do this for me?!🥺

- Like I said he doesn’t really need it but loves that MC thought these sounds or soft tunes will help him sleep better

- After a while I think he grows to actually need it though so MC has to send him the playlist when they aren’t together

- The playlist not only helps Belphie sleep but I think sometimes Beel would ask for it too as he’s so used to hearing it

- I think the twins favorite thing on the playlist is the rain noises and the random soft instrumental tracks of modern songs

[fantastic-rambles]

The Snakes’ Deception

Fandom: Haikyuu!! (@aikk00's Racing AU)

Characters (in order of appearance): Kozume Kenma, Kuroo Tetsurou, Yaku Morisuke, Sakishima Isumi, Daishou Suguru, Fukunaga Shouhei, Yamamoto Taketora, Haiba Lev, other Nekoma members (not mentioned by name)

Warnings: Physical Violence, Language

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: When the Snakes, led by Daishou Suguru, come to challenge Kuroo for the title of Drift King, the Nekoma Crew isn’t going to take that lying down. But when the Snakes start to play nasty, the stakes are raised even further, and Kuroo has to fight to stay calm and prove that he’s the undisputed champion.

[A/N: RIP my dozen other drafts for other stories. I actually was planning to write this a few days before the Daishou art (also by aikk00), except I knew practically nothing about drift racing so I needed to do research, lul. I watched Tokyo Drift, some Initial D, some Grand Tour, and did a lot of reading online on drift racing and drifting in general, but tbh, I still don’t quite understand the mechanics (I don’t drive stick and I can’t go out and learn how to drift), so I apologize if this is horribly inaccurate. :P]

"The road condition looks good today, but it's still a little wet from earlier. Watch yourself going into the turns so you don't end up spinning out. The Snakes will probably do something though, especially since they asked you to race with Sakishima before Daishou. It should be okay when you're in the lead, but be ready to take defensive measures when you're chasing. My guess is that they'll try to take advantage of your skill at closing the gap and your power-over drift to orchestrate some sort of accident," Kenma commented quietly without looking up from his laptop, his fingers tapping away as he inputted a continuous stream of data. He seemed oblivious to the roar of the crowd outside the car, and Kuroo reached over to tousle his black-and-gold hair affectionately.

"Got it, Kenma. Anything else?"

"I know you won't listen, but you should just go all-out from the start. Not your usual way of racing. But if you do end up chasing, just do a normal drift and keep space between you and Sakishima. If they are aiming for an accident, it's more likely to happen when you're on the outside, so it'll slam into your side and Sakishima will be safe. But your numbers look good. I'm just going to tell Yaku-san to put a little more air into your rear tires," Kenma replied, closing the lid on his laptop and pushing open the passenger-side door, letting the sound of cheering and taunts into the vehicle. After he'd left and closed the door, Kuroo rolled down his window to light a cigarette, letting the smoke drift out into the night sky. Kenma hadn't said anything that he hadn't expected--especially with regard to the Snakes--but it was always reassuring to get their analyst's perspective before a race. Kenma wasn't the type to get fired up like the rest of the crew, but that cool-headed analysis was part of the reason they were able to climb so high in the rankings despite not always having the best cars or the best drivers. The ridiculous title of "Drift King" that he'd somehow ended up with was the result of Kenma's work as much as his own.

Still, Kenma was right. Even if it meant getting into an accident, Kuroo didn't intend to change the way he drifted. Part of the thrill of these races was the pure adrenaline high from going fast, especially when there was the risk of injury or even death. It was the reason why he'd mastered the power-over drift so that he could keep accelerating through the turn, and swung close enough to his opponents during his chases to make them panic. Even against the Snakes and their underhanded dealings, he'd show them that his way of fighting was still better, no matter what they threw at him.

He looked up when a shadow fell over him as Yaku leaned over his open window, the electric pump in his hand.

"You're good to go, Kuroo. Go ahead and show off," Yaku shouted over the din. Kuroo nodded, flicking his cigarette out the window and rolling up the glass. Yaku stepped back as he revved the engine, pulling up to the starting line where Sakishima was already waiting. Unlike most racers, Kuroo preferred chasing from the start to throw his opponent off his game. Before he'd inherited the title of Drift King, he'd been known as the Comeback Kid for his knack for overcoming what was traditionally seen as an unfavorable position. But the psychological benefit of overtaking the opponent and the pressure it put on the other racer, in addition to his skill with his clean lines and sharp angles that allowed him to do so consistently, had eventually shot him to the top of the Tokyo drifting world.

At the signal, Sakishima peeled past the starting line, and Kuroo quickly shot after him, staying close to his tail as they sped down the course. Even though his heart was racing, his head was completely clear, every sense focused on the view just beyond his windshield. Both he and Kenma were confident that Sakishima wouldn't try anything until the turn, but that was no reason to relax, especially at the speeds that they were going. Still, nothing happened when they reached the first clipping point, and Kuroo's eyes narrowed as he quickly estimated the distances and speeds between their cars, making his calculations swiftly and throwing himself into a drift just a heartbeat after Sakishima.

And it was perfect. His hand rested casually on the wheel as his tires squealed, sending up plumes of smoke as the tail of his car whipped around the curve, flying nearly parallel to Sakishima. The Snake seemed rattled as he spun into the next turn, turning slightly wide as Kuroo effortlessly stuck to him, their cars nearly touching as Kuroo grinned. It was pretty clear already which of them was the better drifter, not that it had ever been a question.

He let the car carry itself into the third point with just a few adjustments on his side, almost laughing as Sakishima had to drag on his own wheel to make the turn. The perfect chance presented itself almost immediately, and he aimed for the gap in Sakishima's barely controlled swing. But then, suddenly, the other car was spinning out as the Snake overcompensated, an out-of-control, two-ton wrecking ball flying toward him.

Kuroo jerked his wheel, pulling himself out of the drift and spinning out himself, the two cars making donuts on the road until he couldn't tell left from right. But the ominous crunch of metal never came, and when his car finally screeched to a stop, Kuroo slapped himself out of the harness and kicked his door open, stepping out onto the asphalt and casting his glare out at the spectators, looking for one specific slit-eyed face in particular.

"Daishou!" he bellowed, stomping toward the crowd and seizing the Snake by the collar, dragging him over the barrier. "What the fuck was that?"

But the other man just stared at him, all wide-eyed innocence. "'What the fuck' was what, Kuroo-san? Isumi made a mistake. Everyone saw that. He's not used to wet roads, but that's why I asked you to run with him so he could get some practice, because you're the only one good enough to not get hurt if he really fucks up. Like he did."

"Don't give me that bullshit!" Kuroo spun and slammed Daishou onto the ground, making the Snake wince as his back made contact with the asphalt. "That trick had your slime smeared all over it. You wanted to use Sakishima to take me out so you'd win the next run by default. If I hadn't been expecting something like that from you, I'd probably be in an ambulance on my way to the hospital right now."

Sakishima had caught up to them and was now clinging to Kuroo's arm, trying to pull him off while babbling insincere apologies. Kuroo shrugged him off impatiently as Daishou's hands landed on his wrist, trying to make him let go, but Kuroo shook him like a terrier with a rat, the adrenaline and testosterone giving him an incredible high.

"Really, Kuroo-san. Ask anyone. They would all say that it's a normal accident," Daishou protested. "You know these kinds of things happen all the time. But you're okay, Isumi's okay. No harm, no foul, right?"

The crowd was murmuring in the background, but Kuroo couldn't hear what they were saying through the blood pounding in his ears. He was just drawing his fist back to punch that smarmy smile off the Snake's face when a deluge of water crashed over both of them. Sputtering, he looked up to see Shouhei holding an empty bucket, Kenma standing beside him.

"Cooled off, Kuro?" Kenma asked in his deadpan voice as he approached them. "Or should I ask Fukunaga to get another bucket?"

Kuroo grimaced, shaking the water out of his eyes and hair as he leaned back slightly, still not letting Daishou go. Kenma crouched beside him, speaking softly, so that the crowd couldn't hear.

"You know that the Snakes are just like this. To everyone else, this does look like a normal accident. If you go any further, you're the one that's going to get a bad reputation. Right now, we can still pass it off as the heat of the moment. Let him go, Kuro."

"Yeah, listen to your girlfriend, Kuro," Daishou taunted. Kuroo's expression shut down, and he drew back his arm again. But this time, Kenma clung to it, still hissing in his ear.

"Stop it, Kuro. You know that everyone says that. They've been saying it for years. It doesn't mean anything. Stop letting him get to you!"

Kuroo grimaced again, but he listened to Kenma, letting his friend quietly talk him down until he was calm enough to shove Daishou away and get up. Accepting a towel from Shouhei, he tousled his hair dry while glaring at Daishou, who got back to his feet with as much dignity as he could muster.

"Sakishima-san forfeited the run," Kenma continued, still talking in his flat, measured tone. "So you'll be up against Daishou later. Are you up to it?"

"Fuck yeah, I'm ready to beat his ass," Kuroo snarled, and Kenma nodded at Shouhei, who ran across the asphalt to retrieve Kuroo's car. They'd probably replace the rear wheels to be safe, and then Kenma would have to run his checks again, but when they were done, his car would be better than new and more than ready to run the cheating bastard into the ground.

He reached into his pocket to pull out his pack of cigarettes, bending over to accept Kenma's offer of a light, and took a deep drag to steady his nerves. Being emotional during a race was the fastest way to get a ride to the morgue, so he needed to re-center himself. By then, the rest of his team had caught up to him, and Tora's particularly heated spiel about Daishou and his team helped bleed away most of the anger as they walked back to the starting line. Kenma had slipped away at some point, and Yaku was nowhere to be seen, so they were probably working on the car while he settled down. Really, he didn't deserve his friends.

By the time they arrived back at the beginning, the cool night air had washed away the rest of his irritation, which was probably Kenma's intention in making him walk back with the others. Shouhei and Yaku had just finished installing new tires, and Kenma was hunched over his laptop again on the curb, only looking up briefly when Kuroo sat down next to him.

"Thanks."

Kenma shrugged, his face bleached by the light from his screen. "I'm just doing my job."

"I mean earlier."

Kenma shrugged again, and a comfortable silence settled between them, broken only by the clicking of the keyboard. The rest of the team was huddled around the car, making checks and occasionally bringing Kenma more numbers, gradually shifting to sit around their captain and his brain, filling the silence with their chatter as other drifters made their runs.

"Hey, wait! You're playing a game, Kenma!" Lev protested, peering over Kenma's shoulder. "What about the race?"

"Kuroo will be fine," Kenma replied calmly as Kuroo looked over at his screen too, which seemed to be displaying the view through a sniper's scope. "His car's fine, and Daishou wants to beat Kuroo. If he tries the same thing, it'll be suspicious, and even if he did, if Kuroo doesn't spin out again, then Daishou will lose. And Kuroo is better than him, so if he does try anything else, it'd be more likely that he'd mess up and Kuroo would still win. His best chance at this point is a fair fight, and that means Kuroo could drive laps around him all day."

Kuroo grinned, standing up and stretching. "Well then, I guess that's my cue to get ready. I'll see you all at the finish line."

He walked over to his car, standing by the driver's door and just running a hand over the shining, red exterior for a moment. Then, taking a deep breath, he got inside, strapping himself down. The familiar feeling of exhilaration that he got just before a run made him smile as he pulled into place behind the next pair of cars, watching out of the corner of his eye as Daishou pulled up next to him.

And then, soon enough, they were flying down the road, Kuroo chasing again, keeping the pressure on his opponent. As Kenma had said, there was no way for Daishou to beat him, and he proved that as he took the lead at the very first bend, hitting the edge perfectly while gunning his engine through the whole course, making the best run that he'd probably ever done and leaving Daishou in his dust. If it was possible, he was even sharper on the turns than he had been against Sakishima, pushing himself and his car to the utmost limit. And there was no better feeling than watching the Snake come up to him to shake his hand after his loss, smiling like it hurt his teeth.

"As expected of the Drift King. But it won't last forever. Someday, someone will knock you off that throne."

And Kuroo had smiled back, the smirk that he knew infuriated Daishou more than anything else.

"Come at me whenever you want. I'll beat you down every time."

[A/N2: This isn't KuroKen. They're just really good childhood friends, so Kenma knows how to calm Kuroo down because they've been part of each other's lives for so long, and Kenma in particular is good at paying attention to people. Kuroo gets pissed at Daishou for calling Kenma his "girlfriend" not because of the implication that he's "whipped" (because Kuroo is perfectly secure in his masculinity), but rather because I have a headcanon that Kenma got teased a lot for being "girly" (weak, thin, kinda androgenous, etc.) growing up, so Kuroo still gets upset when that's used to insult his best friend (even though Kenma honestly doesn't give a fuck). But they're not in a romantic relationship; they just spend a lot of time together.

Of course, if you wanna interpret it as KuroKen, that's your prerogative, but that wasn't my intention in writing this.]