#Honda brat style

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[boanerges20]

Lost & Found

[canonsinthehead]

What car would RGG/Yakuza/Judgement characters drive?

Kiryu (Your Grandfather’s Minivan):

pic: 1999 Dodge Caravan/ other ex: 1992 Toyota Previa, 1st generation Mazda MPV Even haruka is pleading with him to get rid of it since it almost exploded on the last orphanage trip. Regardless of what anyone says, Kiryu doesn’t want to get rid since he keep saying it’s a good format for the orphans (when they were younger maybe but not anymore) and how this dinosaur was the property of Kazama-San and we’re of good use when kashiwagi and him were watching over younger Kiryu and Nishiki. As always, another thing Kiryu remains hard headed on which doesn’t surprised his sworn brother since he see it as an extension of his lack of fashion sense. Majima keeps clowning him since seeing Kiryu walking out of this atrocity in burning anger is the most hilarious thing ever.

Akiyama (A Older model of a regular sedan):

pic: 1989 Honda Civic/ other ex: 2000 Toyota Corolla Regardless his pocket being stacked, he decided to get a regular car that common people get. Partly out of pure laziness, having to deal with expensive cars and their issues but he got it from a client who wanted to get rid of their old vehicle so he jump on the occasion. Hana doesn’t like it since it’s uncomfortable for her (for being so small and barely functioning right). She thinks he could’ve afford wayyyyyyy better than a (probably) discontinued second hand car with inexistent resale value.

  Haruka (A Regular Civilan Family Car):

pic: Red 2012 Toyota Corolla   Even if her uncles wanted to go all in and splurge for a ‘’luxury’’ or expensive a car for her , she refused and decided to go with something more simple. Also the simplicity of her also shows her current life as civilian and desiring a normal life like everybody else. While Kiryu is understanding of her choice, Nagumo and the crew (lowkey) expected her to take a larger (for more kids to come) but Kiryu shut down that idea and how its not happening before Mr.Yuta officially marries Haruka. BY THE WAY HER CAR IS RED just sayin…

80s Nishiki (Retro & Flashy):

pic: 1988 Mercedes 560SL/ other ex: 1988 Ford Mustang GT Convertible, 1988 Jaguar XJsAlong with the other car he had in Y0, he had another red convertible car he keeps for special occasions like showing off to his bosses, impress cabaret girls (remember image is everything) or for laid back road trip with his kyoudai. Slick Back Nishikiyama (Expensive & Conservative): ex: white porche or mercedes Changing his mentality, goals and outlook on life also affected his vehicle choice. Nishiki sold his all retro flashy car to separate vfrom his old image of being easy going and a (bitch) weak boss. By doing that he wants people to take him more seriously so he can climb the Yakuza ladder, so he goes for safe and conservative in many things including his fashion style. Yumi: doesn’t know how to drive.

Saejima (Thick car):

pic: 2005 Ford F-150/ other ex: 2005 Jeep Cherokee, 2021 Toyota Land Cruiser A big Heavy duty weather resistant car to fit his build (since he hates being uncomfortable). Also a big car to transport various things easily from camping equipment, drive well on dirt roads and snow and to carry Majima’s drunk body.

Daigo (what the chairman deserves)

pic: Rolls Royce Phantom VIII In all his Tojo-related activities, he usually get around by his driver in a limousine. He has a Black Rolls Royce that he almost never uses. Even though Mine and many of his subordinates encourage him to use it to match his boss/ex-boss status (or stature as man Mine would say). He doesn’t like too much the negative attention on him especially when he’s visiting Kiryu or doing personal things. All this goes with him being a shit driver (sorry daigo-chan) regardless owning a valid driving license. The brat side of his younger self remained since he prefers having a driver than doing it himself even after the disbandment of the Tojo Clan (which Mine and all his ‘’uncles’’ are glad to do so).

Majima: there are things he is actually cheap and lazy about. Taking after daigo, he doesn’t presently owns a valid driving licence, the one he previously owned (to destroy Shangri-La) got revoked and suspended ever since. He doesn’t want all the trouble and the paper work to get it back. since Saejima can’t drive his kyoudai around town on demand; he elected Minami and Nishida to be his personal drivers. Regardless he still sometimes takes some driving strolls by himself, we he does he takes Daigo’s Rolls Royce, which he himself gave to the fourth chairman as a birthday present. So that’s why he always tells him he has the right to use the car as he pleases. Daigo doesn’t mind and actually thinks his car finds Majima’s style better.

Ryuji (Ryuji being Ryuji):

car: HUMMER H2

motorcycle: Kawasaki VN2000 Class/ other ex: 2022 Indian scout bobberAt some he did own a HUMMER (before when it was still poppin) but Kaoru convince him to sell it because it was wayyyyy too big, waste of (gas) money and in all honestly looked RICICULOUS. He later converted to a motorcycle which he uses all the time.

Minami:

pic: Trap car Couldn’t wait to climb up the rank and earns enough funds to get rid of his trap to replace to his dream car to represent his status.

Nishitani (Wanna ride Majima-kun?)

pic: 1984 Cadillac Eldorado/ other ex: 1965 Pontiac GTO Mine (Bad and Boujee)

pic: 2021 Mercedes Mayback Class/ other ex: 2021 Porche 911Especially got a foreign model to make a statement as an accomplished Japanese businessman, that his pocket are stacked and he is not to be messed with. After surviving a suicide attempt (this is a headcanon remember mate). Now he volunteer to drive Daigo around to Kiryu’s opposition since he believes Daigo should drive for himself. He consider selling his fancy car (he already sold those he doesn’t use) because of Daigo’s desire of being discreet since the Tojo Clan’s collapse.

Tachibana (that car in Y0)

Oda:

pic: 2021 Chevy Express Van CargoWhite Creppy Van. Period. (and that’s canon)

Shimano & Sagawa (Work harder Majima-chan!):

pic: Japanese RickshawAlways used the cars provided by the clan and its drivers, if not he would make long hair Majima take him from point A to point B in a Traditinal Japanese rickshaw.

Kashiwagi (Fancy Refined)

pic: 1991 Lincoln ContinentalAt some point owned a expensive recent car model (Audi A4 2020), but after getting rid of it he dig out a older car who was sleeping in his garage (Lincoln Continental 1991). It is the car he owned while in the Tojo Clan, it would be natural for him to get rid of it but he seems to be satisfied with the older car (he can’t find another one who could as charming as this one). He does most of his travels by foot so its not like he can be seen in his car anyway. 

Yakuza 7/Like A Dragon Ichiban & The Crew:

pic: Redesigned Volkswagen The VW Van Type 2 It’s the first car Ichiban and Nanba got coming out of homelessness as soon as Ichi got his driving license from the vocational school. They got it from a scrap (a place where they stock old car they think are no good anymore) in almost perfect condition from one of Nanba’s homeless plugs. They got it fixed and upgraded by Sumire Sawa (the repairs chick). While Adachi was not the type to roll around in such flashy car, it officially became the LAD Crew’s official car. Saeko did some touchs up and decoration (with Seonghui funds) and VOILAAA! It’s now a place where they can both drive long distance and sleep (not all 7 but at least a few). Ichiban and Nanba like it the most since it’s reminiscent of their upgrade from the homeless life and can always be an option instead of bothering Kashiwagi at the bar (at least when Adachi does, he pissed him off so many times).

Zhao is less hyped about it. He keeps emphasizing on how he prefers hotels and a warm bed. He keeps repeating how he never been in a vehicle ‘’this cheap’’. He always find excuses to not go in it, deep down he’s just covering the fact that he is very uncomfortable sharing small spaces with many other people. Those scenarios brings up his uneasiness with everything outside the realm of lavishness or the comfort of the Liumang Headquarters. As for Joon-gi, while he constantly complains about not having enough space to breathe or the car being unconventionally ‘’tacky’’ and has never seen anyone in neither Japan or Korea driving a car like this. He low key likes it since it reinforces the family-like bond all the members of the party have. It also feeds into one of the deepest fantasies he had during his younger years which was to have siblings to quench his childhood loneliness.

They use this car especially for road trip and doing camping which ichiban succeeded to being everyone on their last camping trip.

Eri (Common Japanese Box Car)

pic: 2018 Nissan Dayz/ other ex: 2018 Honda n Box It’s the cheapest car, her and her grandmother could afford keeping their whole situation with the business. Since the success of Ichiban Confections, her grandmother moved on to better transportations method, she got a small (but expensive) car for herself, she even offers herself boat rides. On her side, Eri is satisfied with their old car and kept it.   Zhao

pic: Pink Lamborgini Aventador it's not that i needed it or even use it, it’s because I wanted it. AND I COULD AFFORD IT. Matter of fact i use the Liumang's limousine and its drivers for transportation.

Saeko:

pic: Fiat 500 She loves the car she shares with all her friends but for some reason would like to have a small cute car for herself.

Judgement/Lost Judgement/Judge Eyes Yagami (That Skateboard…):

Kaito:

pic: interior of 2019 Subaru ForesterI don’t know the model, but the insides are brown.

Tsukumo (Does he even go out?): mmhhh… just the few times he had to take public transportation since he started college (when he was attending, he then switched to do literally everything remotely, #Unaffected-by-Quarantine), it told him all he had to know about any forms of transportation. If it has to be necessary, then Sugiura will drive him around and is glad to do so.

Tesso (The Finest Electric Bike you can find):

pic: VanMoof X3 Intelligent Electric Bike/ other ex: Cowboy 4He prefers bikes because he thinks they are faster and more versatile.

Akutsu Daimu (I Made It):

pic: Lamborghini Aventador LP 720-4 / other ex: Orange 2015 Ford Mustang GT Finally realized one of his dreams by buying foreign sports cars to establish his image as a “feared” & accomplished gang leader. As flashy as it comes, Akutsu mostly use them to show off and imitates the rich and famous of the world (fake it till you make it). While his unique extravagance is showcased trough his vehicle choices, they are mostly reserved for a spectacular entry at parties and for the grams. It helps Akutsu since he always fantasized about being a rapper *play Zico’s VENI VEDI VICI* (especially the American ones he sees on TV/online) at least living the hip hop lifestyle (money, power & bitches) and being the face of RK helps him accomplish that goal.

Soma thinks all of this is completely foolish since his cars spend most of their time biting the dust in his garage and most of them are OBVIOUSLY too small for his 6’ 5’’ gigantic frame. WHAT ELSE TO EXPECT FROM A FLASHY IGNORANT FOOL ANYWAY?

[rosesinvalley]

Les styles de moto, un peu galère à comprendre

Chacun sa marque, sa ligne, Quel est votre style?

C'est pas facile ! 

Comme les voitures, les motos et les marques ont sorti une multitude de modèles. Des lignes sont reconnaissables d'une Honda à une Harley. Les styles des marques sont devenus des mythes. Et d'autres styles sont apparus encore, ce qu'on appelle la Custom culture, dans des garages de customisation dans le monde entier, pour personnaliser sa monture à son goût, une demande exponentielle et inévitable pour être anti-confomiste et unique.

C'est par la connaissance des modèles de moteurs,  des styles des marques et des époques que l'on comprend la richesse de l'univers de la moto et de la custom culture.

C'est aussi dans les films qui ont influencé cette culture, Easy rider par exemple et ses choppers customisés. En lançant des modes ou bien en vendant plus de modèles par les marques comme Marlon Brando dans "The Wild One" en 1953 et sa moto 650 Thunderbird ou bien Arnold Schwarzenegger et son Fat boy dans Terminator.

Le style bobber fut la première customisation underground Harley après guerre dès 1920 jusqu'à 1945 par les GI revenus fraîchement du front pour se démarquer. On simplifie l’arrière, on enlève le garde boue pour la rendre plus légère. Le style bobber est aujourd'hui plus qu'à la mode.

Le Cafe racer est la customisation de Triumph, BSA principalement par les gangs des Rockers dans les années 50 en Angleterre. Pour les rendre plus rapides et plus personnalisées au détriment du confort.

Le style Brat style n'est pas ancien, tire son nom d'un préparateur japonais. C'est reprendre n'importe quelle base de moto et la simplifier au maximum, selle plate, style épuré, la moto est plus légère aussi. voir le site

Beaucoup de garages d'aujourd'hui qu'ils soient au Japon, en France, en Angleterre reprennent ces styles, se les approprient, apprennent la manière de les customiser et les réarrangent à leurs sauces pour créer des machines exceptionnelles de bases anciennes et/ou nouvelles. 

Le culte de la vitesse fut aussi un élément déclencheur du custom pour rendre les motos plus légères donc plus rapides. L'événement "Sultans of sprints" montrent bien cet engouement où les filles ont aussi leur place comme chez  Lucky Cat Garage, français que l'on apprécie beaucoup. voir la vidéo et le lien

Très belle video de The Arsenal Media pour découvrir les plus beaux garages du monde entier sur  https://thearsenale.com/

Nous espérons que ce petit aperçu de style vous en a un peu appris sur ce monde passionnant, trouver le vôtre. Nous c'est le chopper qu'on préfère.

[moment-japan]

HONDA CB450 Brat Tracker

[bikebound]

Baby Burgundy: 1978 Honda CB550F2 by Clive Coombe, a retired bricklayer who bought the bike as a £300 insurance write-off that spent 12 years under a sheet in someone’s garden. “After staring at the bike for a while I decided that rebuilding to factory spec would be a bit too safe (read boring), and after searching the internet for ideas, I decided an attempt at the street tracker/ brat style for the old 550 to combine classic looks with a modern twist.” Clive did all the work himself besides the powder-coating. Full story / builder interview today on BikeBound.com! ⚡️Link in Bio⚡️ https://instagr.am/p/CjiF6ULraXu/

[sapphireemeralds]

Dude, I'm super curious about your spicy Yugiho takes for the fandom post lol

You got it! <3

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most) - Yugi Mutou, my son, sweet bean, best boy, fictional light of my life!!! I AGGRESSIVELY adore this character, always have, always will.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped) - I could also put Yugi here, honestly (as the previous answer demonstrates, lol), but to mix things up and try to give a different character for each answer, I'ma say Mokuba! He goes from an awful little gremlin in his first few manga appearances to a disarmingly charming little brat for the rest of the series. Rock on, funky lil' dude. Also the style upgrade he got for Darkside of Dimensions was A+. The twins Lua and Luca from the 5Ds spinoff are also absolute darlings. <3

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave) - I have to go with Anzu/Tea for this, cuz I hated her as a kid but have really grown to appreciate her! She and Honda/Tristan may not be the most important characters to the plot, but they both have good heads on their shoulders and balance out some of the, uh... bigger personalities in the cast. Tempted to also put most of the 5Ds cast here cuz I. Actually love 5Ds??? And don't see it getting as much love or attention as some of the other series???? Maybe I'm just looking in the wrong places, I dunno. All I DO know is when the series first aired I was fully prepared to hate-binge-watch it, but I fell in love with it instead.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week) - There's this classmate of Yugi and co. in the manga, called Tomoya Hanasaki; he shows up in a couple of chapters where Yugi and Atem (the latter still a morally-knackered mess, more alter-ego than distinct entity) save his ass, and he's even name-dropped in GX as an easter egg, I think? But he completely disappears from the story after Duel Monsters hijacks the plot, and I think that's a damn shame. It would've been fun to see the main cast interact more with their classmates, make more friends outside their tiny little tight-knit group, and do more more normal teenager shit. Also! I have questions about Ushio from 5Ds, namely whether or not that's actually the same Ushio from the first chapter of the original manga... because if that IS the same Ushio, that has some interesting (i.e., HORRIFYING) implications for the timeline of the Duel Monsters-through-5Ds continuity and the fates of some of the characters from Duel Monsters and GX. Oof.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave) - Okay. Jounouch/Joey is a divisive, love-him-or-hate-him character, I know, and the anime did him dirty - not just the dub, the anime in general. Dude's actually kind of a badass. Imperfect, still annoying sometimes, but much more interesting than he gets credit for being. At least that's my opinion. Fully prepared for people to not agree, that's a-okay.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason) - Part of me wants to give Shadi a taste of his own cryptic medicine, but he's a little too powerful and also True Neutral to an extent that... unsettles me. Fucking with him would backfire badly, I'm sure. Fucking with Kaiba would ALSO backfire, because he has too much money and NO chill. Also... kid's got issues. Even if by some miracle Kaiba didn't retaliate, I'd feel a little guilty. So I'll go for the low-hanging fruit: Insector Haga/Weevil Underwood. Fuck that twerp.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell) - Oh, what's-his-nuts, Dartz, I think??? and literally the entire Atlantean biker gang from Season 4. Their greatest sin: being boring as hell, which is an unforgivable offense for villains in a series this goddamn weird. I know there are people who love Season 4 for the sweet, sweet angst it inflicts upon Atem, but I am most distinctly not one of those people. Nothing else about that season vibes for me, at all.

[motocrunch]

[et-lesailes]

alibi

pairing: ransom drysdale x reader

word count: 2485

summary: the death of harlan thrombey is being investigated, and while ransom seems to be the perfect suspect, he also has the perfect alibi.

themes: mentions of murder, drama, fluff

taglist: @evanstush​, @chibi-crazy​, @tanyam93​, @bval-1​, @wonderwinchester​,  @patzammit​, @rohaintahquil​, @deidrashouseofpain​, @sammyslonglostshoe​, @mizariomi​, @jadedhillon​, @bohemian-barbie​, @marvelouspottering​, @sebabestianstan101​, @lille-kattunge​, @peach-acid​, @heyiamthatbitch​, @cptn-sgrogers​, @heyyouwiththeassbutt​, @bangtan-serendipity​, @troublermalik​, @beardburnsupersoldiers​, @hannie-stark​, @bookish-shristi​, @kind-sober-fullydressed​, @whores4thor​, @gingerninjaprincess16​, @straightforwardly​, @danathewitchywoman​, @denisemarieangelina​, @mango--mango​, @frencchfries​, @xlanawriter​, @littlemoistcarrot​, @pottxrwolff​, @arianatheangelworld​, @ifuseekamyevans​, @southerngracela​, @nsfwsebbie​, @rororo06​​, @almost-had-the-stars​, @sebastian-i-stan​, @whysparker​​

notes: this was based on an idea given to me by @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory​ and i absolutely loved it! i did change it up a little, and no i did not reveal who the actual killer is-- because i don’t know how to write mystery fics for shit, and i wanted to focus on ransom and reader’s relationship rather than solving an entire ass murder. anywho there are references to scenes from the movie so if you’re sensitive to spoilers then don’t read! and thank you to @thewritingdoll​ for the graphic!

“You think I killed my Granddad.”

Ransom looks at Detective Benoit for a few seconds before scoffing, even smirking as he looks to the window of the elegant room lined with bookshelves. “And why exactly do you think that?”

“Now I didn’t say that.” The detective drawls, leaning forward and looking at the younger with intense crystal hues. “But you left his party early, right after a rather serious fight with him, and you don’t bother to show to the funeral… seems a little suspicious. I’d like to know where you were.”

Ransom looks at the detective for a few moments before leaning in as well. “Where I was,” he lowers his voice, “is none of your goddamn business. It’s not even relevant to anyone in this goddamn family, so you can go ahead and get your Kentucky Fried ass out of it right now.” He stands up, looking at the detective almost challengingly. “Maybe you should find another occupation, Detective, because you don’t seem all that great at this one.”

Benoit watches as the man turns around and walks out the door. A few seconds later, he stands up as well, walking outside. He gets into the passenger side of a waiting car, the headlights turned off.

He nods towards Detective Elliot sitting in the driver’s side. “Follow him.”

TWENTY-FOUR HOURS EARLIER

“Interesting how you’ll show up at the reading of the will and not at your grandfather’s actual funeral.” Walt Thrombey comments as Ransom strides into the room, his expression bored as he tucks his sunglasses into his pocket. He barely smirks in amusement upon his uncle’s comment, sitting himself down on one of the couches and crossing his legs. “Had another commitment. Unlike you, I wasn’t stuck up his ass my whole life.”

Walt widens his eyes, immediately shooting up from his seat through struggling slightly with his limp. “What the hell did you just say to me? That’s not true, w-we worked together, of course we had to spend time together!” His wife quickly grabs his arm, giving Ransom a dirty look. “Just sit down, sweetheart.” Ransom notices his father barely chuckle out of the corner of his eye. 

What a family.

“You shouldn’t be here, Ransom,” Meg hisses, glaring at her older cousin. “You never appreciated Granddad. All you did was fight with him all the time.” Her mother Joni bites her lip but murmurs, “Up until his very last night…. Seems a little suspicious.” Linda immediately turns on her. “Excuse you? Are you trying to imply something here concerning my son?” 

“Oh come on, Linda,” Walt scoffs, “I bet you wouldn’t put it past him either. Kid’s a sociopath, always has been. We’ve been telling you to get him help for years.”

“My son does not need help!” Richard raises his voice, standing up infuriated. “And do you really want to talk about damaged children right now? Have you met Jacob?”

The young teenage boy looks up from his phone, clearly offended. “What’s wrong with me? Besides, I told you guys, I heard Ransom basically threatening Granddad! He clearly did it!” His mother quickly rubs his arm. “Nothing’s wrong with you, Jacob.” The fight only escalates from there, insults directed towards all the Thrombey children firing back and forth. 

Ransom can’t help himself. It starts out as a grin, then a low chuckle, then finally a loud cackle of laughter. He’s practically thumping the armrest of the couch, shaking his head to himself. “Oh, God. You guys are too funny. We should do this more often.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Meg practically screeches, “What is wrong with you? How are you getting enjoyment from this?” Over her voice, other comments can be heard-- “He shouldn’t even be here!” “Can he just fucking leave already?” “Do something about your son!” “Why do you guys suck as parents?” “He should be removed from the damn family!” “Fucking spoiled brat!” “Cut him off already!”

Ransom scoffs, his face still full of amusement. “How about… eat shit,” he points to Meg, then Walt, “and you eat shit,” he continues, then chuckles seeing his parents reprimanding him, “you definitely eat shit…” 

He’s still going as everyone’s telling him how “classy” he is, the uproar becoming louder and louder. Perhaps anyone else in his position would be affected by this-- it normally isn’t easy for most to be so hated and despised by their own family, and it’s generally quite stressful to be in a yelling match with at least seven other people. Not for Ransom, though. He’s lived with this dysfunction his whole life, and now, he only finds it hilarious how uptight and irritable his high strung family gets. They make it so damn easy for him to have some fun.

“Hello? Excuse me!” a loud voice rings above all the fighting, and everyone falls silent, looking towards the doorway. An old man is standing there, looking at the family in both shock and disgust. “We’re ready to read the will now, if you all are done.” Everyone immediately gets up, nodding their heads and forgetting all about the drama Ransom’s started.

For now, anyways.

Detective Benoit Blanc can’t help but study Ransom as the will is being read, taking in how calm and collected he is. He has not eliminated any suspects, and God knows this entire family is a mess of dysfunction and motive, but he has at least had the opportunity to talk with them and get to know them a little better. Ransom is still a mystery, and he finds this suspicious.

It is not long before the family is in an uproar again, this time over the will. Even Benoit is shocked. All of Harlan’s inheritance, gone to Marta Cabrera? He looks to Ransom, who’s simply sitting there grinning like an idiot- even beginning to laugh hysterically.

Ransom appears to be the only one who knew of Harlan’s plans before anyone else in the family. Benoit takes note of this. Perhaps it will help him later on. 

PRESENT TIME

“There’s two cars in the driveway.” Lieutenant Elliot notes, the two of them watching as Ransom gets out of his. “A Honda Civic. Nothing flashy, expensive-- certainly not Ransom’s.” Benoit murmurs, keeping his head slightly low as he keeps an eye on the man from their spot behind a tree. He walks into the modern style home, and Elliot barely chuckles. “These giant windows sure help. Jesus, he must not care too much for privacy.” He raises an eyebrow, adding, “Not that this is going to give us anything, Benny, come on-- the guy killed himself. That’s all there is to it.”

“There’s just something about this boy.” Benoit sighs, looking to the house calmly. “He’s… hiding something. From his entire family. I’d like to make sure it doesn’t involve Harlan’s death.” 

What the two see in the next five minutes is definitely unexpected, to say the least. Elliot watches the living room window in shock, scoffing slowly. “Unbelievable. This is what he’s hiding? How-- how could his family not know?” 

Benoit watches, his expression unreadable for a few moments before the corner of his lips slowly tugs upwards. “I see.” He murmurs, more so to himself. “I suppose the kid could be innocent, after all.” 

“Why am I here again?” Ransom raises an eyebrow at the man before him, crossing his legs. “We’ve already gone over this. I didn’t kill my Granddad, and I’m not answering any questions as to where I-”

“Anette Harper Drysdale.” Benoit cuts him off, looking at an open file in his hands. “Born November 22nd at 11:42 AM.” He looks up at Ransom’s shocked expression, tilting his head to one side. “During your grandfather’s funeral.” He looks back down at the file, flipping to another page. “It appears her mother arrived at the hospital the night before, though. Early contractions. You checked in to see her at 9:23 PM and didn’t check out until after the baby was born.”

“How do you have those?” Ransom immediately hisses, shooting up from his chair and reaching out to grab the file. Benoit lets him, having suspected he would do as much anyways. “We had reasonable suspicion, and so the hospital was required to give it to us. I’m only confused as to why you didn’t just tell us all of this from the start. You clearly had no part in your grandfather’s death. Why not prove yourself innocent with this?”

“Because my family can’t know about Y/N. And they especially can’t know about Anette.” Ransom sits back down, teeth grit from frustration. “Fine. You got me, alright? I’m married. And now, I have a daughter. A daughter who isn’t even a week old. That’s all I’m hiding here, and I want to continue hiding it. I’m not introducing my real family to this fucked up bunch.”

“I won’t tell them.” Benoit replies after studying the other for a few moments. “I have to admit, I had you all wrong.”

“Yeah, most people do. Look, being with Y/N- I’m not the same person I was before. I mean, sure, I’m not a fucking saint. And I’ll still take any chance I can to see my parents, cousins, uncles, aunts-- to see them get screwed over just because of how damn entertaining it is. But I’m never, never going to do something to jeopardize my wife, and now, my daughter. Do you get that?”

Benoit looks at the intensity in Ransom’s features. He’s sure the boy knows how to lie like a pro, but he can tell he’s not lying now.

“You can go, Ransom. I’ve officially eliminated you as a suspect from this case.”

You’re sitting at home in the nursery and cradling your sweet baby girl to sleep when Ransom walks in, his loud sigh echoing through the spacious living room. “Oh!” you whisper, wanting to call to him that you’re upstairs but definitely not wanting to wake little Anette. You carefully stand up, holding her close as you walk out of the nursery, coming to the banister that gives you a view of the front door so you can wave to him to come up. He immediately grins upon seeing you, taking off his coat and scarf tossing both on the nearby couch before making his way upstairs. “Hey.” He mumbles lowly, wrapping one arm around you and kissing your head. “How is she?” You smile, leaning into your boyfriend’s hold. “A little angel. I can’t believe how lucky we got, she barely cries-- only when she’s hungry.” 

He stares down at his daughter’s face, almost in disbelief with himself. He never cared for babies, or for people for that matter. After living with such a shit family like his, he had never really learned what loving or caring for someone was like. He watched them use others, use his grandfather’s money for their own success, and so that’s what he did. People were puppets to be manipulated, and he could bend them to his will however he wanted because of his family’s money.

And then he met you. No, it wasn’t love at first sight, no bullshit like that. He hates to think about it but in the beginning, he saw you as he saw every other female companion he came across. Someone to play with, someone to throw money at for a couple of weeks just for the hell of it, someone to satisfy his sexual needs. 

At least, that’s what he had wanted from you. And you were certainly not giving into it. 

He remembers how shocked yet intrigued he had been. You wouldn’t accept any money from him, and you didn’t fall for any of his charming flirtations. He even had to watch you date other men right in front of him before finally realizing this was driving him crazy. It started out as simply wanting something he couldn’t have. As he got to know you, it turned into just… wanting you no matter what. It stopped becoming some type of challenging game to him. It became reality. 

He thought he was the master manipulator in any relationship, but damn, you managed to twist him into all sorts of shapes and forms without even trying.

“She gets it from you, you know.” He mutters playfully with a scoff as he carefully walks you back into the nursery, eyes still fixated on his sleeping baby’s face. “Can’t even imagine having one like me running around.” You laugh softly at the thought, gently setting the little girl down into her crib. She barely frowns and you hold your breath, worried that those blue-green eyes might open along with a wailing mouth, but she simply settles down again and resumes sleeping. “Well, that might be a possibility in the future,” you remark as you step back, looking up at him with an amused smile. “Aren’t you the one who said you want us to have at least three?”

“Mainly because you look so fucking sexy when you’re pregnant.” Ransom mutters, leaning down to bury his head in your neck and start kissing at every inch of skin he can. “It’s just so hot seeing you carry my child.” You smile as you tilt your head, reaching your hand up to stroke his hair. “Well my handsome baby daddy, you can calm down for the time being because I have no plans of being pregnant again right after giving birth.” He sighs dramatically as the two of you leave the nursery, closing the door but leaving it slightly cracked open. “Mm, fine, we’ll talk when Anette’s one.”

You chuckle softly but bite your lip, holding his hands as you stop to look up at him. “What did he ask you?” Ransom pauses before sighing, looking down at you seriously. “He knows about us. About Anette. But he promised he wouldn’t tell my family. He just cleared me from the case, I’m officially not involved anymore.”

You sigh in relief, squeezing his hand lightly. “That’s great, baby. But... what are you going to do?” you ask, a little worried. “Sooner or later you’re not going to have their money anymore. I don’t mind being the only one working, babe, but with a single income we might have to move out of this place…”

Ransom looks down at you more seriously, reaching out to stroke a strand of your hair behind your ear. “If I have to get a job at my mom’s stupid real estate agency, I will. No matter what, we’ll figure this out. I’m going to do whatever I can if it means providing for the two of you and giving you the best damn life possible, got it?”

You smile and nod your head, standing on your tiptoes to peck his lips. “As long as you’re here with us, we’ve already got the best life.” 

[boanerges20]

Honda CB600F Hornet "Elise" by Nicola Manca

[lolanamotos]

Honda CB400 1978, Bratstyle No 63

[dunnogarage]

[moment-japan]

HONDA CB350 Brat Style

[to-write-ornah]

Thanks, Idiots

Word Count: 3104

A/N: fluff. Lots of fluff. Hella fluffy Sweet Pea just adorableness okay? (Readers personality is lowkey inspired by me cause I’d rather be at my gym than a party any night. Well, unless Sweet Pea was actually there then I might make an exception lol 😂)

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, Fangs being a sneaky boi

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To put it simply, you hated parties. People were loud and got drunk and did stupid shit, and the only way you could forget it was if you drank. Unfortunately, drinking to forget results in a massive hangover, which is almost worse than the party itself.

Your best friend Fangs, on the other hand, loves parties. It was one of the only things you both disagreed about; he saw them as a fun way to get drunk for free and have a good time. And you, well, you’d rather be at your gym, pounding a punching bag or sparring with one of the coaches.

That being said, tonight Fangs had managed to drag you out of the gym and to Toni’s trailer to get ready for a party. You were friends with Toni, but you hadn’t known her since birth like Fangs, so you were slightly uncomfortable when she told you to strip and tossed you an outfit.

‘Damn,’ you thought as you looked yourself over. You fingered the black suede skirt Toni had lent you. She’d paired it with a black brallete and a sheer long sleeved crop top, black ankle boots, and she’d let you keep your leather jacket.

Toni pushed you into a chair and fussed with your hair and makeup for a good fifteen minutes before declaring you party ready. She already looked great in thigh high boots and a tight red dress.

Looking in the mirror, you couldn’t help but gasp. Your hair looked fantastic and your makeup was on point.

“Thanks Toni,” you said, grinning. She offered you a smirk.

“You look great, girl. Let’s go kill it.”

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“Damn, what happened to my tomboy best friend?” Fangs teased, reaching out to ruffle your hair. Toni grabbed his wrist and gave him a death glare.

“I spent forever doing her hair. Touch it, and you’re dead.”

You giggled at Toni’s dramatics and straddled your bike. “What rich Northsiders house are we invading?”

“Reggie Mantles’.” Fangs nodded as your jaw dropped. “Apparently he’s cool with the Southsiders now that Sweet Pea’s on the basketball team.”

“I still haven’t met Sweet Pea,” you remarked as you fastened your helmet.

“Ooh, I’ve gotta introduce you,” Toni gave you a look you couldn’t quite read before starting up her bike. You and Fangs followed suit, and Fangs took the lead, you and Toni following him to the Mantles’ house.

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Several other bikes were already there when you pulled up. Fangs led the way again, parking next to a brat style cb550. You parked next to him, and Toni beside you. You let out a low whistle.

“Nice bike.”

Toni and Fangs shared a smirk.

“They’re gonna get along great.” Toni said easily as she dismounted her bike. You got off yours as well, taking a moment to adjust your skirt as you stared in wonder at the huge house in front of you. Well, house was hardly the word for it. It was practically a mansion.

“Hey,” you snapped at Fangs, “you’re not ditching me tonight.” He smirked.

“I won’t leave you alone. Promise.”

You rolled your eyes, following Toni up the steps toward the noise of the house. She pulled the door open and the noise hit you hard. Music, people, yelling, laughing. Loud would be an understatement.

The smell of cheep alcohol invaded your nose as you followed your friends to the kitchen. Although you knew other Southside students would be there, the amount of Serpents in the house surprised you. And the amount of leather.

Fangs grabbed your hand as he dragged you through the crowd, Toni breaking away from your group when she saw someone she knew. Fangs led you around the island, which was loaded up with cans of beer, red solo cups and a punch bowl that was probably spiked. He pressed a cup into your free hand.

“Drink up!” He called.

The kitchen was crowded and the lights had been lowered. The space was instead illuminated by a disco ball on top of a cabinet and a LightIn The Box, which was currently blue. You wrinkled your nose as you narrowly escaped collision with a drunk boy who reeked of beer.

“Fangs, where are we going?” You shouted, trying to be heard over the noise and music. You doubted he heard you until he looked back and flashed you a grin.

“Almost there!”

You followed along blindly as you were led down a staircase at the back of the kitchen, doing your best to drink without spilling red punch everywhere. The downstairs was a giant den with a tv and several couches. Over the crowd of people you could see open double doors on the far side of the room, leading to the pool and backyard.

Fangs stopped next to a small kitchenette you hadn’t noticed, which a group of Serpents seemed to have claimed. A short blonde girl was pouring drinks and handing them out; a dark haired boy was slamming back jello shots as his friends cheered him on.

“See. Fun, right?” Fangs asked, pulling you to stand next to the counter. You gave him a disapproving look as you finished the rest of your drink.

Fangs squinted as he glanced around the room, looking between you and the counter before motioning for you to sit on it. You quirked a brow but did as he asked.

“This way I won’t lose you. Shorty.” He said, smirking. You glared at him.

“I’m not short. You’re just tall.”

“Whatever you say, munchkin.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I’m gonna go grab more drinks from upstairs and find somebody. I’ll be back.”

“No,” you whined. “I don’t wanna be alone.” He held up two fingers, your silent way of letting each other know how long you’d be gone. You pouted as he grinned and turned, starting toward the stairs. You lost sight of him only a moment later when a moving wall blocked your view. Okay, maybe not a wall. A person. An extremely tall person.

Your eyes moved up, and up, and up, taking in a leather jacket, dog tags and a Serpent tattoo. You finally found the face of the person in front of you and you had to remind yourself not to let your jaw fall open. Dark messy hair, dark eyes and high cheekbones.

‘Hot damn,’ you thought. His mouth curled up into a smirk and you almost wondered if you’d said it aloud.

“Can I help you?” You asked. He moved to lean on the counter, crossing his arms.

“You must be Fangs’ girlfriend.” His voice was gruff and had a slight tone of annoyance to it. You blinked a few times in confusion.

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah, just saw him kiss you then go upstairs. You’re not together?” If he didn’t stop looking at you like that you weren’t going to be able to control your blush. His words finally registered and you let out a laugh.

“No, we’re not together. He’s my best friend though.”

“Well that’s good. I didn’t wanna have to fight my friend for your attention.”

This time you couldn’t control it, and you felt your face heat up, which made the boy chuckle.

“So, you’re a Serpent?” You asked, desperate to move the conversation in a different direction. He tilted his head to the side, exposing his tattoo even more. You forced yourself to look away from his neck and keep talking.

“So one of those bikes out front is yours?”

“Yeah, it’s a Honda.” Your eyes lit up.

“It wouldn’t happen to be the cb550, would it?”

His yes widened in surprise as an impressed look took over his face.

“Yeah, actually. It is. So I take it you know a thing or two about motorcycles?”

You laughed. “You could say that. I’ve got a ‘72 Harley, and I work at my brothers shop on the Southside. We mostly fix bikes.”

“Well then, my respect has doubled. That’s not an easy job.” He said as his gaze took you in. “Imagine that. A beautiful mechanic who cleans up pretty damn good.”

Your face flushed again, but before you had to say anything, Fangs appeared with a drink in each hand. You gratefully took one, gulping the alcohol as Fangs greeted the other boy.

“Hey, Sweet Pea! You met Y/n.”

You choked a little. “Wait, this is Sweet Pea?”

Fangs gave you a half confused half smug look. “Yeah, why? Did he not introduce himself?”

“He didn’t, actually.” You gave Sweet Pea a pointed look. He held his hands up.

“Hey, don’t blame me. I didn’t know I was that important.” Fangs scoffed.

“Sure. Well, you both seem to be getting along great. I’m gonna go...find...someone.”

Fangs turned to leave again but your hand flew out and caught his arm.

“Excuse us for a second, Sweet Pea.” You set your drink down and hopped off the counter, dragging Fangs a few feet away. The noise of the party covered your conversation well enough that no one would be able to hear you.

“You said you weren’t going to ditch me!” You accused, smacking his arm.

“No.” The smug look was back. “I said I wouldn’t leave you alone. You’re not alone, you’ve got Sweet Pea!”

You groaned. “Fangs, I barely know him. And besides, I think he was hitting on me,” you pouted.

“Yeah, well look at yourself, Y/n! You look hot. I’d be more worried if he wasn’t hitting on you. That might be a sign of a concussion.” He said seriously. You groaned and hit him again.

“Not helping!”

Fangs rolled his eyes. “Well I’m gonna go hit on someone, so if you wanna be around for that you’re welcome to come with me.”

You screwed up your face. “Gross. No thanks.”

“That’s what I thought.” He squished your face with one hand before rushing off, leaving you there with Sweet Pea. You rolled your eyes at your best friends retreating figure, grabbing a drink from the island and walking back to Sweet Pea. His eyes were still on you as you returned, but he now had a drink in his hand.

“Sorry about him.” You both said together. You both began laughing, and you had to put your drink down to avoid spilling it.

“No really, he’s being weird tonight,” you said between laughs. Sweet Pea nodded, a grin still in his face.

“Yeah, he was acting weird yesterday too. I wonder what’s up with him.”

You shrugged. ”I have no idea. He never tries to make me come to parties, but he was insistent on this one.”

Sweet Pea wet his lips. “Well I’m glad he was.”

You took a step back and looked up at him in surprise. A soft smile formed on your lips. “I am too.”

Conversation flowed easily after that. You were now, more or less, pretty tipsy. Sweet Pea caught on once you started to take a little longer to answer him.

“Okay,” he chuckled. “I think you’ve had enough alcohol.” He grabbed your cup from you and put it on top of the cabinet, barley having to stretch to reach it.

“Hey!” You protested, laughing. Your face heated up as you caught yourself staring at his chest and arms.

‘Dammit,’ you thought. ‘What is wrong with me?’

You snapped back to reality just as Sweets turned back to you.

“Hey, do you wanna go dance?” He asked, gesturing you toward upstairs where the music was coming from. You smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

Sweet Pea grabbed your hand and led you upstairs, past groups of drunk teenagers and around piles of empty solo cups. The music got loud as you approached what you assumed was normally the living room. Another string of lights was the only thing lighting up the room. The lights flickered and changed with the beat of the music, going from blue to purple to red. The effect threw shadows across the crowd of sweaty teenagers dancing in time with the music.

Sweet Pea pulled you into the middle of the dance floor, letting go of you as you turned around, pressing your back against his chest. His hands settled on your hips as your body moved with the music. He whispered a stupid joke in your ear and you laughed loudly, turning to face him as you danced.

By the third song, you were both breathing hard, and Sweet Pea suggested you go get drinks. You gratefully agreed, following him into the kitchen. You hadn’t even made it out of the living room when you got separated in the crowd. You could see Sweet Pea but you couldn’t get to him; too many people were pushing against you as you found yourself back in the living room. You groaned in frustration, ready to try and push your way into the kitchen again when someone’s large hand slipped into yours. You looked up to see Sweet Pea with a soft smile on his face. He held up your intertwined hands.

“Now I won’t loose you,” he said. With your hands laced together, Sweet Pea led you to the kitchen again. This time you made it without getting separated.

Sweet Pea poured you a drink from the punch bowl before making one for himself and taking your hand again. He brought you out to the deck, and you were surprised to find it empty.

Someone had left a few picnic blankets folded on top of the covered hot tub in the corner. Sweet Pea set his drink on the rail of the deck and quickly made a pallet on the floor. He grabbed his drink and took your hand, helping you sit down before joining you. Even sitting up with his back against the house, Sweet Pea’s legs were still longer than the blankets and his feet hung off the pallet, which made you giggle.

“What’s so funny princess?” His words were finally becoming a bit slurred, which made you laugh more.

“You’re so tall, Sweets,” you laughed. “And you’re getting drunk.”

“I’m not as drunk as you are,” he countered, taking a sip of his drink. “But I am a little tipsy.”

“Well I think you’re cute when you’re drunk.” You took a sip of your drink, completely missing the blush that was covering Sweet Pea’s face.

“Well then I’d happily be drunk anytime.” He murmured softly.

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You weren’t sure what time it was. You and Sweet Pea had finished your drinks and laid down a long time ago. First you had looked at the stars and pointed out constellations, Sweet Pea finding some kind of snake nearly every time. But now you were just talking. About anything and everything. And you were impressed. Sweet Pea was insanely smart, and pretty much any topic you could think of, Sweet Pea could talk to you about.

All the drinks you’d had had died down to a faint buzz; just enough to make you think all of Sweet Pea’s jokes were funny. (Although you were sure you’d think he was funny even without the alcohol.)

The night had cooled off since you had gotten to the party, so Sweet Pea insisted that you snuggle him. For warmth, of course.

So there you were; curled up against the giant Serpent boy, with your head on his chest and his jacket draped over your legs. (He has worn a long sleeved shirt, so he insisted you take his jacket when you started to shiver.)

You breathed deeply, taking in his scent. He smelled a little like your shop, leather, and an earthy smell you couldn’t place. You curled in a bit closer to him. Damn, you could get used to this.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked quietly, fingers tracing patterns on your shoulder. You tilted your head up at him and your lips curved into a smile.

“Just that I really like you. And how I could get used to this cuddling thing.”

He chuckled. “Well I really like you too, princess. And the cuddling. This is nice.”

You snuggled into his side again. “I agree.”

He was silent for a moment, and you looked back up at him to see his brows drawn together, deep in thought.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked his question back to him, putting an emphasis on the word ‘you’.

A smile crossed his face as he looked down at you.

“Just that...well...okay this is gonna sound kinda dumb,” he looked at you hesitantly and you sat up. Sweet Pea sat up too, ad you took his hand, giving him an encouraging nod.

“It won’t.”

“Okay,” he sighed. “So...shit, this sounds so cheesy. Okay, I know we just met, but I really like you, Y/n. And, I’m not the kind of guy who’s good with casual hook ups whenever it’s convenient to be in each other’s lives. I want a real relationship. And I don’t mean to scare you,” his eyes searched yours quickly, and your heart hurt from the amount of fear they held. “But, I’d like to ask you out. If you’d like to.”

You gave him a gentle smile, cupping his cheek with your hand. He immediately leaned into your touch.

“Sweet Pea, I’d love that.”

He grinned. “Really?”

You nodded, leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss to his lips. You pulled away quickly leaving a dazed smile on his face. He laughed.

“Wait a second. That definitely wasn’t long enough.” He said, grinning. You smiled, brushing your thumb along his cheek.

“Well you’re in luck, Sweets. I agree with you.”

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“I knew it. You owe me five bucks.”

“No way, we both called this. Let me see?”

Toni handed Fangs the binoculars and stepped back as Fangs pushed through the bushes to get closer.

“Damn,” he said after a minute. “We’re great at this. High five!”

He and Toni laughed as they high fived one another.

“Get outta here, you two!” Sweet Peas deep voice called from the balcony, making Toni and Fangs jump before taking off, running toward their bikes.

“Next time, we’re doing a stealth operation!” Fangs called to Toni.

“How about there isn’t a next time!” She retorted as they both hopped on their bikes, starting them up and racing out of Reggie’s driveway.

Up on the balcony, you and Sweet Pea were still laughing.

“We should send them a thank you card,” you mused, leaning into Sweet Pea’s side.

“Yeah,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Maybe we should.”

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