#finally promoted to favorite boy

[flyingfish-in-a-boat]

proud dads watching their kids stand on the podium at the Belgian Grand Prix 2024

[gloomwitchwrites]

Thinking about…MMA Fighter!141 AU

MMA Fighter!Soap is a crowd favorite—especially with the ladies. He’s known for his wild behavior and high energy. The media consider him a “bad boy.” But that “bad boy” behavior has finally gotten him in trouble. If he wants to keep his career, he needs to find a willing good girl to help clean up his public image.

MMA Fighter!Price is a seasoned veteran to the sport. He’s well-respected. Admired. Ranked highly across multiple reputable sources. But he’s nearing retirement, and Price wants to move into promotional deals and coaching. He needs to go out on a final big win, and he needs the money. One last tournament is all he needs.

MMA Fighter!Gaz is brand new to the sport. He’s charismatic and confident but he’s the underdog. He works longer hours, trains harder, and does his best to remain humble in front of the camera. But he has a shadow hanging over him. His father once ruled this sport. A champion. A lot of people have their eyes on him. He plans on proving himself.

MMA Fighter!Ghost is the blood-beast of the sport. He’s brutal. Fights dirty. No one likes to face him. It gives him a bad reputation, but he doesn’t do much to soothe the public and media’s image of him. It’s a shield. A barrier. He likes to keep others at a distance. But this life is becoming a lonely one, and he thinks he might be ready to finally let someone in.

[unsteddie]

Steve and Eddie are on again off again for years after the events of st4. It's never too serious, they have basically opposite schedules. Eddie tends bar and plays with his band, existing mostly at night. Steve gets a degree and moves onto being a school counselor, late nights are the bane of his existence. It's easier when they live together, but over the years they've moved in and out of the little place they share with Robin.

Eddie's moved cities a few times, tried living with the band, has been on and off tour. Steve moved back home when his parents divorced for about a year to help his mom out, moved in and usually quickly out with partners. He volunteered a few summers to live in low income rural areas and help with the schools summer programs.

They just never quite get the timing right to try anything other than casual. It's honestly tearing Steve apart, it's been the source of every break up he's had since meeting the man. Eddie however seems entirely unbothered.

Steve knows for a fact he's Eddie's favorite person. Even when Eddie is "seeing" someone else, Eddie's relationships are never serious, he still prefers to spend his time with Steve. He just doesn't get why Eddie doesn't want something real, but he doesn't push, doesn't wanna lose what he has

It's a full decade of this nonsense before the song Quit Playing Games With My Heart by The Backstreet Boys comes out. Steve doesn't really care much about the band, he likes boy band music well enough. It's fun and catchy and danceable. But he's picking Eddie up from the airport, back from a three month stint in LA recording and promoting with the band. And the air is tense as the lyrics spill out of the radio, and it makes Steve feel heavy.

The song ends but he's still pretty misty, it's only ten minutes back to the apartment. He can hold it back, and when they're home he'll just excuse himself and cry quietly on his bed. He's done it plenty of times before, this is no different, he's got this, he's good.

"Stevie?" Eddie asks softly, and his his voice sounds strained, like something's got him worked up too.

Steve can't respond, not with his voice, so he just sort of nods, doesn't look at Eddie, but can feel the weight of Eddie's stare.

"What is it about me that you don't wanna stick around for?" He asks quietly, but there's a solid quality to his tone, like this is a question he's resolved to ask many times, and finally got his nerve up.

Steve doesn't respond for a long time, as pieces slowly move into place. Eddie has always seemed so unaffected, even congratulating Steve when things got serious with someone else. But if he looked closely at Eddie's reactions now, in retrospect, with the way he asked his quiet question, it clicks.

Eddie never liked any of Steve's partners, always gave Steve an out of he needed it, was always a little petty about Steve's ex's after a breakup. The thought that maybe, for all these years, a decade now, they'd been wasting their time keep things casual was just...well it was fucking hilarious. Terrible and heartbreaking, sure. But it kick started ridiculous sounding giggles.

Giggles quickly snowballed into full hysterical laughter. He glanced at Eddie who looked hurt, which was absurd. Steve's laughter became unhinged, and he had to pull off the road. Eddie didn't look hurt anymore when he looked back, he looked furious, and he was wiping his cheeks. Steve hadn't seen tears, but the idea that Eddie was crying over him did nothing to quell the laughter.

The moment the car stopped Eddie threw the door open, and climbed out. Grabbing his duffle from the back seat. He managed to stomp a good distance away before Steve could get himself together enough to chase after him. He was still giggling when he caught up enough to grab the strap of Eddie's bag. He pulled it back hard enough to knock Eddie off balance, and had to reach out to steady him.

"Eddie please," he paused to laugh and catch his breath as Eddie struggled to pull out of his grip. "Please, baby, give me a minute."

Eddie froze at that. They didn't use pet names like that. Nothing so relationship-y. It was enough to make Eddie wait for him. Steve didn't let go though, terrified Eddie might run off without a proper explanation.

He didn't know how to explain it, the years of longing, the way he'd wanted to ask the same question so many times, how he ached for him. He certainly didn't know how to explain his reaction.

"I don't know why it made me laugh like that." He started once he had his breathing under control. "Some stupid pop song-" and he was laughing again because this was stupid. He threw his hands up in frustration, immediately grabbing onto Eddie again when his hands came back down.

"some stupid pop song had me on the brink of tears, because my stupid, broken heart-" more laughter, and Steve was getting really tired of this. "Aches for you, when you've, I guess-" laughter, "been feeling the same way. God Eddie how stupid are we?"

And with that the giggles were gone, his insides had gone suddenly still, and he felt the loss of the time they could have had.

"how long?" Eddie asked, quiet again, he was never this quite. When Steve looked at him now his face was hard to read, tears still brimming in his eyes, but the anger and hurt were gone.

"since the boat house probably, at least since the hospital, for sure. When you woke up and you were cuffed to the bed. The first thing you said was some joke about being flattered they thought you were that dangerous. I knew for sure then, but I think it started in the boat house." Steve flushed, his face hot and pink.

"God, no, that's ..we can't have been feeling the same way so long. Stevie, what have we been doing?" Tears were falling, both men crying on the side of the road, and Eddie was holding onto Steve now too.

"Didn't think you'd want me for real. Didn't think anyone-" Steve coughed around the lump in his throat. "Tried to move on, so many times. Never could, it always came back to you."

And Eddie was suddenly in his arms, weeping, getting tight words out between sobs. "Never. Anything. Compare. No one. Even close. Just you. My Stevie."

"Didn't catch all that sweetheart. You'll have to tell me the rest later." Steve whispered into his ear, and Eddie melted in his arms, nodding emphatically into Steve's shoulder.

The time they waisted sat heavy on Steve's shoulders, but he had Eddie now. Eventually they would joke about it, about pining after each other for a decade before getting thier shit together, but it was gonna hurt for a while still.

[formulawolff]

"keep 'em comin'" - m.v.

pairing: girl best friend!reader x max verstappen

word count: 2.3k

warnings: alcohol consumption, light marijuana usage, cussing, max munching on some cooter! (that will come later in the fic), enemies to friends to lovers, typical men behavior (being creepy in a bar), mentions of physical threats, kelly slander, THINGS ARE MESSY BETWEEN KELLY AND MAX (so if y'all don't like light infidelity/gray areas then don't read) yadayadayada (y'all already know the vibes)

a/n: hellllloooo! <3 this is my first time writing for max so if this isn't quite like him, i apologize in advance. this fic is based off of a request and i had to write about it since i've been feral for max (he finally took off that damned cap!) this may end up as a two or three part series. we'll see, we'll see!

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"i see the decrepit hag decided to let you out of her clutches tonight. congratulations for being able to be out and about in public without her breathing down your neck!"

the figure standing to your left scoffs, muttering a few incoherent words under his breath. he slides into the booth, propping his chin up with a hand. the other finds the glistening glass, a bead of condensation rolling down, pooling onto the rigid table.

"about that."

"what about it?" you arch a brow, lips connecting with the rim of your own drink, "max, did something happen before you left?"

he shrugs, brows pinching together as he sips on his mixed drink, a decadent yet smooth concoction of his favorite liquors blended together, "it's nothing serious."

"max," setting your glass down, you lean forward ever so slightly, his name louder than normal over the overwhelming mixture of voices and volume, "what. happened."

"oh you know," he waves a hand, careful not to meet your piercing gaze, "she's upset that i was going out to see you. that's all."

the moment max mentioned her, you knew exactly who she was.

she was kelly piquet. max verstappen's beloved wag. the woman who scooped him up the moment that clock struck midnight on his eighteenth birthday.

the woman you loathed more than anyone in the world.

but you wouldn't tell max that.

after all, you couldn't. the pair had been dating for quite some time. and although max wouldn't say it outright, you were well aware that she was not going anywhere anytime soon.

no matter how much the two fought. no matter how much she wanted to make your relationship with max as strained as possible.

your friendship with max had a rocky start. tumultuous, even. the two of you met when you were both seventeen, as your parents were mutual friends. since max was involved in racing, and you aimed to pursue professional photography, max's father suggested that the two of you get to know one another.

of course, at that time, the last thing teenage max wanted was some nerdy girl following him around. especially when there were other teenage boys involved. cool teenage boys who enjoyed to fuck around with fast machinery.

he teased you relentlessly, tormenting you whenever he could. he ridiculed your photographic abilities, scorning the prints or slideshows you provided. often times, he stated that your pictures were, "absolute shit" and your clip compilations "were not going to get you anywhere in formula one."

of course, you matched his energy. after all, you weren't going to take anyone's shit. you knew you had to advocate for yourself. you weren't going to make it in the industry if you weren't assertive.

eventually, your snapshots landed you a job at red bull. well, max did have a part to play in that.

after a couple of years, the dutch driver apologized for the way he treated you at the time, requesting a truce. the truce would consist of you sticking around as his personal media manager.

in turn, he would promote your work to the world of formula one and assist you in your way up the ladder in any way he could. he would land your sponsorships. he would chip in some cash here and there to get you more advanced software or equipment.

the only stipulation was that you had to follow him.

everywhere and anywhere he went. every event. every interview. every grand prix.

no. matter. what.

of course, with the stakes involved, you knew it was too good of a deal to refuse. with max's rise to prominence in formula one, you knew it was now or never.

so, you accepted his offer.

oh jos verstappen, what a bastard you were.

cause now, here you were in vegas, sitting across from the man you loved. well, the man you were in love with.

hopelessly and utterly in love with.

"that isn't unusual for her," you scoff, hands reaching for your purse, "i do have something that could lighten the mood!"

"and that is?" max's gaze follows your hand, making note of the delicately wrapped joint between your fingers.

"my friend mary jane!"

"you of all people know i shouldn't be smoking," the dutch driver shakes his head, yet proceeds to scoot out of the booth anyway, "i'll still come out there with you. i won't be taking any hits though."

"yeah, yeah," you wave a hand, "that's what they all say."

as you slip out of the booth, you feel max's hand connect with your lower back, almost guiding you through the throng of locals. a few of them chirp greetings to max, others chattering, creating a buzz within the air.

well, there went any sort of anonymity.

so much for keeping a low profile for the weekend.

yet, when in vegas, that was almost impossible to maintain. especially when you were a man of max's caliber.

the two of you manage to slip out, just before fans started asking for autographs. of course, max obliged to a few, signing a cap here and an arm there.

even though it was quickly approaching december, the air was mild, dipping in the low fifties. max hovers to your right, shuddering as a breeze rolls through. you curse as it quenches your flame, motioning for max to stand closer.

"can you shield me for a moment, pretty boy?"

"pretty boy?"

from the way the words tumbled from his mouth, max seemingly was not to keen to the idea of being referred to as pretty boy. yet, he inches even closer to you, providing a barrier as the lighter comes to life, igniting your delicate pre-roll.

"what else should i call you?" shrugging, you exhale, the smoke billowing into the night, "or do you prefer world champion?"

"how much did you have to drink before i got here?" the dutch driver cocks his head, his stare almost picking you apart.

"enough," you respond, lips curling into a devious grin, "don't act like you didn't like that."

"i did," he counters, "that's the issue here."

"and why is that an issue?"

"because we used to fucking despise one another. we used to tear one another apart. and now here i am, going out for drinks with you when i shouldn't be. here i am, looking forward to your texts or your snaps when i know i should be thinking about someone else.

fuck, even when i'm with her, my mind wanders to you. we're together all of the fucking time yet i crave you. i miss you when we're apart. what are you doing to me?"

before your mind can even formulate a coherent response, an individual saunters up to the two of you, drinks in hand.

it's an older man, approximately in his early or mid fifties. he's balding, as a few of the greasy hairs were poorly combed over. he was well dressed, but poorly groomed, as there was quite the scruff plaguing his feautures.

"good evening," his words are directed towards you, yet you couldn't help but notice the way his eyes were fixated on your joint, "i was wondering if the pretty lady could exchange a hit or two for a-"

"she's not accepting shit from you," max's voice is low, the driver taking another half step toward you, almost to shield you even further.

"c'mon man," the man drawls, the words slurred, "i wasn't fucking speakin' to ya. i was talkin' to her."

"and i'm talking to you," max's jaw clenches, "get the fuck out of here."

"and you are?" the man arches a brow, "surely not her boyfriend."

"actually i am," the words are forced through gritted teeth, the driver's fists clenched to his sides, "i'm her fiancé. i suggest you leave before i-"

"got it," the man exhales, rolling his eyes, "it was worth a shot. what the fuck ever man."

as he turns to head back towards the bar, you feel fingers find yours, intertwining together. max squeezes your hand gently, "are you okay?"

"fiancé?" relief ripples as you notice his demeanor crumble, "what was that all about? were you manifesting something or-"

"come on," max tugs at your hand, "let's go to another place. get a few more drinks. keep 'em comin'. keep the alcohol flowin', you know?"

"max," clicking your tongue, you frown as your realize your joint was burnt out, "what is going on between you and kelly?"

"i don't want to talk about her right now," the driver won't even look at you, keeping his focus on the glow and ambiance of the city, "we can talk about anything else but her. please. i don't even want to think about her right now. shouldn't you be relieved? why aren't you relieved?"

"because you look stressed the fuck out!" you retort, "and it stresses me out because i love you and i can't handle seeing you all bummed about some hag who is only using you!"

max freezes, your hand flying up to your mouth. heat floods your cheeks, heart thudding against your rib-cage as you realize what just came pouring from your mouth.

"did you just tell me that you love me?"

his voice is soft. dangerously low. merely a whisper, barely audible over the bustling noise of vegas.

tears well up, shame setting your body ablaze as you nod, biting your lower lip, "y-yeah. and i know i shouldn't-"

"shut the fuck up," hands meet with your cheeks, bringing you in close, "just shut the fuck up and come here."

in that moment, max's mouth finds yours. the kiss is tender, brimmed with nothing but passion, breathing life back into your lungs. it was grounding yet exhilarating, waves of euphoria crashing over.

he pulls away, forehead brushing against yours, "why haven't i done this sooner?"

"because kelly-"

"i don't give a fuck about kelly right now."

"give a fuck about me then," you murmur against his mouth, relishing the way his hands explore, roaming along your back, trailing down to your ass, "you think we should take this somewhere more private? before someone snaps a photo of max verstappen making out with his media manager?"

"that's a good idea," he nods, "i'll arrange an uber."

although it was merely minutes in the time it took between getting into the uber and making it to your hotel room, it felt like an eternity. yet, with the way max's hand gripped your thigh the entire drive, you didn't complain. the other hand held onto yours, pressing gentle kisses to your knuckles.

if only this was your everyday life.

if only things were different.

if only he fell in love with you first.

once the two of you were in the elevator, he maintained his composure, as there were other people stepping in and out. there was even a little boy, in awe that his favorite driver was staying in the same hotel as him. max was kind enough to gift him one of his beaded bracelets, a small memento from a win during the 2022 season.

if only that child knew what his favorite driver was really up to.

once that light on your keypad flashed green, his mouth was on yours, tongue gliding along your lower lip, practically begging for access. his hands were all over, tugging on your clothes, desperate to see what was underneath.

"fuck," there's a rumble in his chest as he lays on you on the bed, pinning you to the mattress.

"what?" you can't help but wriggle a little, slightly flustered by the intensity of his gaze.

"you have no idea how much i've thought about this," a dusty rose hue tinges his cheeks, "i-i almost don't know what to do now. i've thought about it so frequently that i had it down to every little detail. and now i have you here, right where i want you but i feel like i'm going to fuck this up and-"

"max," tender fingers sweep locks of hair from his forehead, "do what you feel is right."

"i just want to show you how much i love you. i need you to know how loved you are."

"i think i have an idea," the tip of your nose brushes against his, "is there anything i can do to help?"

"will you let me taste you?"

instinctively, your hips buck forward, legs spreading so that he can have access. you can feel his cock stiffen in his pants, pressing against your inner thigh, aching for some sort of relief.

"yes," you nod, "you can taste me."

"f-fuck," his jaw nearly goes slack as you guide his hand through the waistband of your panties, the pad of his index finger circling your clit, "you're this wet for me? already? my poor baby. all soaked and desperate for me."

"m-max," the way his name falls from your lips is intoxicating, "i need you."

"are you sure this is okay?" he pauses, eyes meeting with yours, "if at any moment you need me to stop, just tell me."

"you are more than okay. i promise."

fingers delicately unbutton your jeans, rolling them down your legs. in the process, you peel off your hoodie and shirt, tossing them to the floor.

just the mere sight of you half-dressed had him coming undone, his inhibitions slipping away by the second. fuck, you were so stunning. someone who deserved to be worshipped and cherished.

far more beautiful than he could have ever imagined.

situating himself between your legs, max's mouth roams, placing wet kisses all over your inner thighs, hips, and abdomen. his tongue flattens against your heated core, savoring the way you squirmed under his touch.

"you need me to taste you baby?" he coos, cocking his head.

"yes," you plead, skin hot to the touch, your clit engorged, folds slick with juices.

"hmmm," he hums, hands grasping your thighs to spread you open further.

"once i get these off of you, you're all mine. and only mine. got that?"

yet, there was one thing that happened to slip max verstappen's mind that night in vegas.

well, one woman.

the woman he referred to as his girlfriend, but the woman he was not in love with.

kelly piquet.

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Dad!Lee Minho x F!Reader TW : pregnant reader ; one child ; just fluff ; the fluffiest fluff ; Word Count : 2.3k Request : Anonny : Can we have more dad lee know 🥹 after the newest skz family ep dad lee know has taken over me A/N : Gonna make this in headcanon mode so that I can give multiple examples, I can't focus on just one. The Minho brainrot has gotten to me!

Dad Lee Know who announced your pregnancy through bubble and took an hour and half a bag of kitty treats just to line Soonie, Doongie, and Dori up around your positive pregnancy test. The only caption was “I’ve been promoted from cat dad to real dad.” 

Dad Lee Know who keeps the pregnancy tracker app on his phone because he wants you to have enough storage on your phone to take constant pictures of belly updates. He sends you a text every time a week passes letting you know what the baby is the size of. Your favorite text was probably the random “BASEBALL!!!” text, it took you a good five minutes to understand what it meant since he didn’t elaborate. 

Dad Lee Know who comes home from work every day and gives your belly kisses, telling his little baseball sized baby that he missed them dearly. He says it’s so that they get used to hearing it already and they’ll know what it means when they come out. 

Dad Lee Know who plans his entire schedule around your doctors appointments, making sure that he’s able to make it to each and every one of them. He and Chan almost got into a fight because Chan accidentally said the wrong date for practice. He even wrote the appointment dates on the staff calendar so they knew not to schedule anything for those days. 

Dad Lee Know who had playfully made a bet with the guys about the gender of his child. He said he had thought it was, and he had wanted a boy, but when it was revealed that he was having a daughter he had cried tears of joy and excitedly wrote in the group chat that he’d give the guys the money he owed them for the bet after he took you out to eat. 

Dad Lee Know who started decorating the nursery for his daughter the day after the appointment, declaring that the nursery would be fit for a princess… And then proudly stating that his daughter is a princess already. She was going to be spoiled beyond belief. 

Dad Lee Know who had bought a heart doppler just so that he could lay in bed at night beside you with his headphones on listening to the sound of his daughter's rapid heartbeat. (He had also googled on the first night if it was normal for a baby's heartbeat to be almost 170bpm in the womb… It is normal.) 

Dad Lee Know who took paternity leave 3 weeks before your due date because he had read that by that time the baby could come at any point and he didn’t want to take any chances of missing the moment. 

Dad Lee Know who put on a strong face when your water broke while you both were out shopping for more baby clothes. On the inside he was freaking out, but he was staying calm for you. 

Dad Lee Know who held your hand on the ride to the hospital, tears already pricking his eyes knowing that his baby girl would soon enter this world and he’d be able to hold her. 

Dad Lee Know who freaked out a little bit (a lot) when he saw his daughter's head crowning, he was about to faint, so he opted to stay up close to your head through the rest of the delivery because he wanted to be conscious when she fully came out. 

Dad Lee Know who told you that you were doing amazing and how proud he was of you even though you were being so mean during the delivery. He understood though, it looked like it hurted a lot. He was so proud to call you his wife. 

Dad Lee Know who’s hand was shaking as he cut the umbilical cord, his breath was held, but that was the moment that he truly felt like a dad, like a father. He finally let the breath out when the cord was cut. 

Dad Lee Know who cried harder than you when he heard his daughter’s first cries. 

Dad Lee Know who begged you to let him hold her first, and you were honestly so tired that you didn’t even have the energy to say no. 

Dad Lee Know who almost filled up his phone storage completely on his daughter's first day on earth because he couldn’t stop taking pictures of her. She was so beautiful, he had hearts in his eyes the moment he laid them on her. She was precious to him and he let the world know it. 

Dad Lee Know who sent a picture of her to the group chat with the caption “I made this! So did Y/N, but look at her! Look what we made!” In that moment he had created a team of uncles that would promise to protect her just as much as Minho would. 

Dad Lee Know who woke up every night with his daughter because he didn’t want to miss a moment with her. He also knew that you needed your sleep, you had done all of the hard work, the least he could do is let you get some rest. 

Dad Lee Know who introduced his daughter to his cats as their new sister. “She’s not old enough to play yet, so be nice. You can look, but don’t touch. Okay?” It seemed like they understood him though, they would sit around her swing and stare at her, almost like they were guarding her or watching out for her, and they would only move away when you or Minho picked her up. 

Dad Lee Know who would get slightly sad when you would breastfeed his daughter because it was one of the things he couldn’t do. He surprised you with a breast pump because he wanted her to know he could give the milk too, just… In bottle form. 

Dad Lee Know who immediately felt guilty about the breast pump because it looked painful and he didn’t want you to be sore. The only time you did it now was when you knew you were going out and you wanted to have the milk ready. 

Dad Lee Know who almost threw up the first time he changed her diaper. After he was done it looked like he had lost about 20 years which was hysterical to you. All of the guys heard about it and they clowned him for it for a good bit. 

Dad Lee Know who cried his eyes out the night before his paternity leave was over. He didn’t want to go back to work, he didn’t want to spend a single moment away from you or his daughter, the thought that he might miss something was devastating to him. 

Dad Lee Know who had attempted to sneak his daughter to work with him in the baby wrap carrier, and then crying even more when you caught him and told him he couldn’t, at least not until she was a couple months older. 

Dad Lee Know who refused to believe that his daughter was already five months old when the day came around. He was a softie and he didn’t like to think that his baby girl was growing already, he wanted her to stay little forever. 

Dad Lee Knowwho brought home a “Baby’s First Christmas��� ornament when he came home from work and then proceeded to cry his eyes out because “where did the time go? Tell her to stop growing.” 

Dad Lee Know who went all out for her first birthday party which he wanted to be princess themed because, alas, she was his princess. He took pictures and videos all day, and then that night when she was fast asleep, he laid in bed beside you, choked up and sniffling as he told you that he felt like he was missing too much of her life because of his job. 

Dad Lee Know who had been the one to see her take her first steps and jokingly flaunted that you had missed it… But then quickly apologized when he saw that it upset you and pulled out his phone because he had managed to record it. The group chat also got the video, they were constantly in the loop about everything that she did. 

Dad Lee Know who demanded that you and his daughter be allowed to go on tour with him and the guys, and then giving management the ultimatum that it was the three of you, or none of you at all. That was his daughter's first plane trip. 

Dad Lee Know who death stared at anyone that even looked slightly annoyed when your daughter got a little cranky on the plane. He kept her on his lap the whole time and bounced her and sang to her so that you’d have a comfortable flight. 

Dad Lee Know who talked only about you and his daughter when he had the chance to during concerts. If fans had a problem with it, he didn’t really care. You and his baby were the most important things in his life right now, and you always would be. If the fans didn’t like hearing about it, they could leave. 

Dad Lee Know who personally wrote a song about you and his daughter, and with the help of Chan, Changbin, and Jisung, he was able to have it finished just in time for your anniversary. 

Dad Lee Know who woke up every morning to make breakfast for his daughter and pack her lunch when she was old enough to go to school. 

Dad Lee Know who was the only father crying in a sea of mothers (including you) when it was her first day of kindergarten. He didn’t want to let go of her hand, and you had to practically pry his fingers off. 

Dad Lee Know who took an entire day off work that day just so he could cuddle up with you and cry to you about how empty and quiet the house felt without her there. 

Dad Lee Know who was the first parent up at the school every single day, waiting a whole hour out on the bench in front of her classroom door with a snack and a brand new stuffed animal. That’s how her stuffed animal collection began. 

Dad Lee Know who would sit on the floor next to his daughter's bed and read her bedtime stories, acting out parts of the stories with her stuffed animals because he knew it made her smile. 

Dad Lee Know who fell asleep one night in the middle of reading the bedtime stories, his head resting on the edge of his daughters mattress, and when he woke up she was sitting on his lap and sleeping as well. He didn’t move that night and he didn’t mind the backache that came along with sleeping that way either. 

Dad Lee Know who was the loudest person in the crowd when his daughter walked across the stage for her little award for perfect grades. “THAT'S MY BABY! YES! DADDY IS SO PROUD OF YOU PRINCESS!” 

Dad Lee Know who stayed up all night to help his 6th grade daughter with her science fair project, even after she headed off to bed, he continued to work on it just to make sure she got first place. 

Dad Lee Know who about lost his shit when she got second place, you and his daughter had to usher him out of the gymnasium where everything was set up so that he wouldn’t embarrass her. 

Dad Lee Know who took you and his daughter out to dinner after the science fair mishap and told his daughter that “it doesn't matter whether you got second place or first place, you’ll always be number one to me. You’re the smartest girl I know and I’m so proud of you.” 

Dad Lee Know who would help his daughter with her homework every night, even if he spent all day practicing or recording, he was never too tired to help her. 

Dad Lee Know who would still tuck his daughter in at night and make sure her closet was shut and her night light was on when she would fall asleep no matter how old she got. 

Dad Lee Know who got choked up when his daughter graduated high school, his voice cracking when she walked across the stage and hiding his face in your shoulder so that no one would see him crying. 

Dad Lee Knowwho you had to give a speech to when his daughter said that she wanted to bring her boyfriend over to meet you and Minho. “Don’t look at him like you want to kill him, Minho.” “But what if I want to kill him? He’s trying to take my baby girl away.” “Baby, she’s 19…” “Blah blah blah I don’t want to hear it! She’s a baby!” 

Dad Lee Know who threw a massive party when his daughter got accepted into SNU. He tried to uninvite his daughter’s boyfriend, but she insisted that he come or she wouldn’t show up. 

Dad Lee Know who taught his daughter to drive. He was terrified, and she almost crashed into the curb, but he told her she was doing a great job regardless so that he didn’t break her spirits. 

Dad Lee Know who would do anything for his daughter, she is his entire life, his whole world. He loved her with his entire heart. He’s the best father in the universe, he would lay down his life for her, he would give up everything for her. She’s the greatest thing to ever happen to him, and watching her grow has been bittersweet, sad but rewarding. He wanted nothing but the best for her, and he’d make sure that no matter how old he got, or how old she got, he’d always be there for her. 

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[oh-obrien]

GRID ACE 0.2

GAMER READER X Lestappen SMAU

Summary: Reader is a Red Bull e-sports athlete who happens to catch the attention of two particular drivers with her streams

PART TWO BABY WOOT WOOT. I've never seen anyone really mix twitch streams into these so let us see how I did!

And my requests for these are open!!

All pictures are from Pinterest!!!

Reader has various face claims!

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Xx.y/n.xX just posted

tagged @ maxverstappen1 @ charles_leclerc

Liked by landonorris, yourbestfriend, and 9,678 others

Xx.y/n.xX another race weekend or something like that

-> yourbestfriend she’s oh so casual about it too

-> Xx.y/n.xX they had good lattes I’ll keep going

-> Redbullgaming I'm sure there were plenty of Red Bulls also 😉

-> Xx.y/n.xX admin is going to lock me in a cage if I say espresso and coffee are actually my choice of caffeine intake.

-> Maxverstappen1 She took a sip of mine, I feel like that has to count

-> Xx.y/n.xX he did share his cooties with me so I could steal a sip

-> Landonorris with the way she behaved she needed to be locked in a cage

-> Xx.y/n.xX you're uninvited from game night. @ Danielricciardo there's a spot open now!

-> Danielricciardo I'LL BE THERE

User1 Is no one going to comment on the nails

-> Xx.y/n.xX they played rock, paper, scissors to decide what merch I wore and what nails I did.

-> Danielricciardo who won

-> Xx.y/n.xX me when I broke up the fight after cheating allegations got thrown around.

-> Maxverstappen1 @ danielricciardo I won.

-> Charles_leclerc no.

-> Xx.y/n.xX he actually did Charles...

-> Maxverstappen1 officially the favorite

-> Xx.y/n.xX OKAY I didn't say THAT

Redbullgaming those nails look like those of a traitor

-> Xx.y/n.xX I'm sorry admin but you can't get rid of me I carry too hard 🫡

-> User3 there hasn't been a stream in a few days I miss watching my queen carry daily

-> Xx.y/n.xX keep your eyes pealed 🍌

-> Redbullgaming 👀

User4 so is this a soft launch, or a hard launch, or a best friends launch?

-> User5 THATS WHAT I WANT TO KNOW TOO

-> User6 like no word from ANYONE on any of this

-> User7 I mean it could be contract related with RB Racing and RB Gaming but then why would they also be constantly hanging out with Charles? It seems like other drivers also now too.

-> User4 EXACTLY if it was just y/n and Max I’d be like oh RB is looking for some cross promotion to grow fan bases but 🫣

Scuderiaferrari please never wear Red Bull merch in our garage again

-> Xx.y/n.xX @ Charles_leclerc your admin is threatening me

-> Charles_leclerc It isn’t a threat you just look better in red

-> Maxverstappen1 wrong.

-> Xx.y/n.xX he's kinda right actually

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Landonorris just posted

Tagged @ Xx.y/n.xX, @ maxverstappen1, @ charles_leclerc

Landonorris Come watch me and y/n destroy Charles and Max in a custom match before we play some unranked.

User8 Lando finally gets to stream with y/n!!!

-> User9 this group keeps growing like weeds

-> User8 it’s actually really cool to get to watch the boys stream with a girl who’s just good at what she does?

Yourteammate1 so this is why she wouldn’t get on with us??? Traitor @ Xx.y/n.xX

-> Xx.y/n.xX bite me 😘

Liked by @ maxverstappen1 @ charles_leclerc

-> Yourteammate2 you probably taste bitter anyways

User10 Y/N collecting F1 drivers like they’re valo agents

-> Xx.y/n.xX I’ve still got some to unlock!!! (I want to unlock Carlos next he seems cool!)

-> Danielricciardo rude

-> Xx.y/n.xX oh I already unlocked you, learn how to play valo then we'll talk old man.

User12 I NEED to know who everyone mains!

-> Xx.y/n.xX tune into the twitch stream to find out 👀

Redbullgaming we're always looking for new talent to join the ranks

-> Xx.y/n.xX sorry admin he vroom vrooms for the orange team

-> User13 she calls McLaren the orange team she's so unserious

-> Landonorris @ Xx.y/n.xX we're actually Papaya

-> Xx.y/n.xX semantics

-> Landonorris I'm dyslexic

-> Xx.y/n.xX so am I and I know what that means...

Charles_leclerc come watch me and @ maxverstappen1 carry!

-> Xx.y/n.xX carry the bottom of the scoreboard maybe

-> Maxverstappen1 if you're this mean all the time you're never staying with me again

-> Xx.y/n.xX your cats like me too much, I am one of them

-> Charles_leclerc she did blend in with them rather well napping in the sun.

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User13 SHE STAYED WITH MAX IN MONACO???

-> User14 DETAILS 👏

-> User15 y/n is totally going to spill the beans on her stream

-> Xx.y/n.xX or will I?

-> User14 PLEASE, she strikes again.

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Xx.y/n.xX is live on Twitch!

Y/N: I beg of you, I am on my knees BEGGING you both, please don’t embarrass me this time.

Lando: You know they’re going to.

Max: I take that very personally.

Y/N: And I take you going 4 and 20 last game very personally.

Charles: How do I put out my teleport again?

Lando: Remind me why we let him play Chamber?

Y/N: He’s French, Char insisted I’m afraid. It’s E Charles, you press E. Okay Max and what does Omen’s blind do?

Max: It blinds teammates too.

Y/N: Lando stop laughing!

Lando: I'm sorry! It's too good!

Y/N: You are not sorry and we both know it.

Yourbestfriend: I’m just here for a good time not a long time.

Y/N: No you are in this game for the long haul! I’m going to take the spike and push on to A and if I’m not drinking by the end of this half or if more than two of us make it to the end of the round god has performed miracles.

Lando: I’ll flank!

Charles: Can I go with Lando?

Y/N: Sure, ba- Char.

Max: I’ll go with the girls!

Yourbestfriend: Roadtrip to A site!

Y/N: I’m going to go get the alcohol shortly I can feel it.

Max: I fell off the side.

Y/N: Im definitely going to get the alcohol now.

Lando: New drinking game, take a shot every time Max falls off abyss.

Y/N: I like being tipsy not dead, thank you very much.

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Y/N: Someone in chat has asked what I am doing in Monaco and where I am staying.

Lando: Creepyyyyyyyy

Max: Judging by the cat in her lap I would assume she's staying with someone with cats

Y/N: Judging by the two men in the background of my stream I am staying with Max and Charles is over.

Yourbestfriend: and she didn't invite me, rude

Y/N: Someone needed to watch my cat, thank you very much

Max: I want to try another character.

Lando: No.

Y/N: No.

Charles: Can I try someone new?

Lando: Try sitting in spawn this game Charles

Y/N: Here

Max: For those unaware Y/N has now gone to look at characters with Charles

Charles: Oh she's cool!

Y/N (through Charles' mic): I play her or her if I don't play Neon.

Charles: First one!

Lando: For those with no eyes Charles has now locked in Fade and he is in his goth girl era after not being able to get more podiums yet this season.

Y/N: Be nice or you're not coming out to brunch tomorrow!

Lando: Is no one going to comment on that

Max: I’m definitely not

Yourbestfriend: She’s always like that I’m not surprised

Y/N: Don't test me Norris

Charles: I really wouldn't

Max: Yeah please don't

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Y/N: Max please stop staring at the ground you literally play video games somewhat professionally. And I know, it’s not this game but for the love of god LOOK the fuck UP!

Max: You’re dead stop talking

Y/N: I’m dead because you blinded me as I was pushing on to site and I ran straight into like three of them!

Charles: You’re still dead!

Lando: SO ARE YOU! Max why are you shooting at their fucking feet?

Max: Fuck, I died.

Y/N: YOU DIED BECAUSE YOU’RE SHOOTING AT THEIR FEET! Okay, new round, we can do this.

Lando: Y/N is no longer using her inside voice, it has now gotten serious.

Charles: What gun do I buy?

Lando: Nothing you’re going 2 and 10

Y/N: You can’t buy what you need. Here, I’m not buying this round.

Charles: It’s pink! This is the cat one!

Max: Can I have a cat one?

Y/N: No we’re both poor. I’m poor because I bought Char you’re poor because you’re bad.

Lando: They’re going to think he’s your pocket Sage with that skin.

Y/N: They both might as well be. I’m gonna ult.

Max: You’re gonna what?

Charles: Pocket what?

Lando: She’s going to run around and electrocute the other team.

Max: Oh that one!

Yourbestfriend: It's like she's your sugar daddy but the girl version and with kills not money.

Lando: A Valo sugar mommy.

Y/N: One, I'm going to scream soon, two.

Charles: oh she’s good at this.

Lando: You’re just bad mate, and it's her job.

Y/N: three, shut up this is literally my job, four.

Lando: See! It's her job!

Y/N: LET ME ACE PLEASE MAX YOU ARE SHOOTING THEIR FEET AGAIN AND- FUCK

Max: I GOT ONE!

Yourbestfriend: HE GOT ONE!

Y/N: Yes, yes you did an amazing job.

Lando: I’d like to announce to the world that Max is officially going, drumroll please, 3 and 11!

Y/N: Would you like to share our KDA’s Mr. Norris?

Lando: Why of course Y/N! While Max and Charles have a collective five kills our lovely top frag is going 28 and 3 while I am going 15 and 5.

Yourbestfriend: I’m going even!

Lando: ahh yes our middle frag who still has more kills than Max and Charles combined!

Charles: I’m getting better!

Y/N: sure Char.

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User16 NO BECAUSE SHE COVERED IT UP SO FAST

User17 I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO CAUGHT IT

-> User18 NO! I totally caught it also

-> User17 and then she called him Char?

->User18 NICKNMAE BASIS ALREADY

User19 I wanted to talk about her staying at Max's while she's in Monaco!

-> User20 Or whose WAG she wants to be

-> User16 If you watch Y/N's streams she doesn't need to be anyone's WAG

-> User20 All I'm saying is it's suspicious that she had been to two GP's and is taking a little trip to Monaco and they haven't seemed to be friends that long

->User21 just because they only recently started streaming together and just because Y/N only just went to her first GP's doesn't mean they haven't been friends behind the scenes

User22 Max was in her liked starting almost a year ago

-> Xx.y/n.xX the devil works hard but fangirls work harder!!!

-> User16 OH MY GOD

-> Xx.y/n.xX I'm everywhere, no one seems to remember that!

[beomcoups]

F.U.C.K.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ex!bf Seungcheol x fem!reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst, smut, small fluff, lovers to exes au, 18+

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You've been on and off forever and you couldn't leave him alone if you tried. You have an itch only Seungcheol can scratch.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, oral, missionary, riding, praise, dirty talk, creampie, clit stim, multiple orgasms, a bit of overstimulation, Coups is a lover boi, angsty feelings about the relationship

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It’s complicated. Your Facebook relationship status has been that way for over a year. If someone asked, you wouldn’t know how to define your relationship with Seungcheol. You can’t say you’re just friends when the love is still there, but you can’t stay together longer to just work. Something happens, and you argue and split up. Months, sometimes years, can go by, and you feel like you’ve finally moved on, but all he has to do is call, or you have an itch that needs scratching, and there he is, ready to make it go away.

He stands there in front of you, his dark hair clipped and trimmed perfectly, highlighting the handsome features on his face: his dark, round eyes, high cheekbones, and plump pink lips. He comes dressed in a simple white tee and sweats, with an overnight bag in hand, as he knows he is staying the night. Seungcheol smirked as he walked in, placing a small kiss on your temple. 

“Well, hello to you too,” you say, shutting the door behind you. You watch him take off his shoes, walk into your living room, and admire the view of the city through your picture windows. You just moved into your high-rise condo a couple of months ago, and your job promotion allows you to level up in life and enjoy nice things for once. Your place looks straight out of a movie, with your tastes added. Your favorite color is blue, and you included it in your decor. 

“You kept the couch?” Seungcheol points at the royal blue sectional sofa with matching gold-trimmed throw pillows you bought from your favorite thrift store. “Yes,” you say proudly. “That couch is my pride and joy. We’ve been through a lot together.” Memories about the many times you spent together on the couch, clothed and unclothed, cloud your mind. He chuckles as you sashay to the kitchen, grabbing a bottled water. You offer him one, and he shakes his head, returning his attention to the city's shining lights. He’s been in your life for five years, meeting at a grocery store with both of your hands on the last bag of cherries. He relented, letting you have them in exchange for your number. You didn’t give it to him, hoping that you would see him again. At the time, you just moved to the city, and if you were meant to meet again, you would give him your number. A couple of weeks later, you did when you went to a birthday dinner with your former roommate. His eyes twinkled when you exchanged glances, and you felt like it was fate.  “You did it,” he felicitates you. “You did everything we talked about doing all those years ago. I’m proud of you.”

You would have late nights with him in your shitty old apartment, eating Chinese takeout in bed and talking about your hopes for the future. Seungcheol wanted to have it all: a nice house, cars, and riches beyond his dreams. All you wanted was a good life. You grew up poor, raised by a single mom who worked two jobs to ensure you had a roof over your head. You understood each other in that way, and it worked between you two for a while… until it didn’t.

“You got your high rise before me,” you appear beside him. “What does it feel like, being the top broker in your firm?”

“It’s nice,” he nods. “It keeps me busy.”

You knew that all too well. One of the reasons you broke up was time. His work felt more important than maintaining a relationship with you. You swear if someone called in the middle of the night, he would answer in a heartbeat. It’s not like you aren’t busy; you work on Wall Street. But you still made time to be with him at all important events and when it mattered most. The energy wasn’t reciprocated.

“I see nothing has changed,” you say, taking a swig of your water.

“Yeah,” he mumbles. “I think I am ready for it, though.”

“Are you now?”

“Yeah. There is no point in having all of this if there is no one to share it with, right?”

You didn’t have to say anything back because he was right. What is the point of working hard, making more money than your parents could ever dream of, traveling, and having life experiences without having someone to share them with? It also incredibly frustrates you. Why did it take five years for him to get to this point? The back and forth, blocking each other on all accounts. Was it worth it?

You two are silent, watching the city lights twinkle in the distance. His fingers slip in between yours, pulling you closer to him. Just being near him makes your heart skip several beats. No one like him can melt you just by his touch and presence. Yes, he can irritate you to no end, but he also makes your soul smile.

“I missed you,” he says, gazing at you. 

“I know.” 

You kiss him, the magic stirring in your chest as he returns your feelings; sparks all around you two like fireworks. Your hands explore him fervently, pulling off his shirt and throwing it on your couch. He unhooks your bra, helping you out of your shirt and exposing your breasts. He bites his lip as he palms his growing bulge, the very thought of his lips all over you making you hot.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers. 

You take his hand and guide him to your bedroom, climbing over your king-size bed. He follows you closely, his index finger sliding up your thigh. It feels electric, having him touch you again after so long. You have tried moving on, going on dates, and having one-night stands here and there. But deep down, those people weren’t him. Seungcheol knows your body, what makes you tick, your boundaries, and what drives you crazy. It’s exhausting trying to find that chemistry with someone else. Too bad you can’t just make it work. 

He slides your shorts and panties off with one hand, your naked body being illuminated by the moonlight. He notices your sheets, trying to hold it in before succumbing to a belly laugh. 

“Cherry sheets? Really?” He says in between breathes.

“Come on now,” you chuckle. “You know I love my little house on the prairie sheets.” “I swear you were born in the wrong generation,” Seungcheol expresses, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “Yeah, maybe,” you muse over his words. “I’m glad I met you in this lifetime, though.” He admires you, his thumb caressing your cheek before he kisses you again. This time, it’s more heartfelt, your bodies hungry for another as each minute passes. His hand travels down to your inner thighs, spreading your legs apart and slowly entering a digit into your wet core. Seungcheol licks his lips, watching your eyes roll back as you unravel his arms. “Shit,” you moan. “Keep doing it just like that.”

“I’m going to do more than that,” he whispers in your ear. 

Seungcheol was already great with his fingers, slipping one more in you as his tongue played in circles on your neck, your sweet-smelling perfume intoxicating to him. He loves the way your brows furrow when he goes deep, your mind focused on nothing else but cumming all over his hand. You play with your clit, drunk on the pleasure he’s giving you, with your wetness pooling onto your sheets. You two are connected in a way, in your own little bubble surrounded by ecstasy.

“Fuck baby,” you pant as pressure builds up in your stomach. “I’m almost there.” He pulls his fingers out of you quickly, snapping you out of your zone, and you whimper in protest. He aggressively pulls down his pants and briefs, revealing his hardened cock already leaking with precum. He slides down to your entrance, his face nose deep in between your legs before he dives in; his tongue attacks your sweet nectar. Sensational couldn't even begin to describe how you feel. He eats you with an enthusiasm that almost makes you laugh despite the deep pleasure he brings you. “You taste better than I remembered,” he mouths. “Cum for me.”

Your body is at its brink, ready to fall, when Seungcheol slips his fingers in, working together with his tongue to make sure you hit that pool of ecstasy. Your hands grip his hair, and your orgasm hits you like cool water on a warm day. You feel him smirk against your thigh, leaving you with lasting, small kisses before lifting his face and revealing your essence on the lower half. You cover your mouth to hold back your giggles, and he rolls his eyes, leaning over and kissing your lips. “I’m not sorry,” you breathe. “You knew what you were doing.”

“You shouldn’t be,” he smirks. “Especially when I’m going to make you do it again.”

Seungcheol lifts your leg, pulling himself back as he rubs his throbbing dick against your entrance. Your eyes grow wide as he taps your sensitive, swollen clit, a mischievous grin on his face. 

“Don’t worry, baby,” he says as if reading your thoughts. “I’m going to start slow.” “You don’t want me to blo—” you start to protest. “No, I’ve waited long enough,” his deep and velvety voice serves as a warning. FUCK.

He enters you inch by inch, stretching you out the way you like, your fingers already gripping the sheets. You look at him through a hazy daze, his focus on burying himself deep inside of you, bringing you a deep satisfaction. You enjoy watching his Adam’s apple shift when he moans, his voice barely audible while he dives into you. You remember the first time you slept together; he had your legs over his shoulder, fucking you long and deep on top of your blue couch at your old place. You both didn’t intend for it to happen that way; you were caught up in the highs of seeing a band you both enjoy, and one thing led to another. His dick is long with a bit of a curve, fitting perfectly like your pussy was molded and made for him. No one has even come close. 

“Give it to me,” you breathe. “Please, I need you bad.” Seungcheol loves it when you beg for it, and he obliges, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. Maybe it’s because you love him, but he is the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen. The way his hips roll as he snaps into you, watching him come in and out of you with your wetness coating him, turns you on. Your hands grasp his face, your thumb slipping into his mouth as he fucks you silly. You can barely form words in your head, let alone say anything else but “fuck” and “make me cum”. He fucks you in a way that makes you have wet dreams and leaves you with a puddle in your sheets. If he were a Greek god, he would be Eros, the god of love and sex. That’s how bad he has you. “Turn over,” you grit your teeth. You lean up and flip him over, his throbbing cock still inside you as you are on top of him. You let your body take over, riding him while his hands are placed firmly on your breasts. You set the pace, and he follows, a harmonious rhythm between the two of you, your senses heightened to another level. You are on this incredible high, sliding on his shaft while you vigorously play with your clit, ready to cum. “Did you miss this?  He teases you as he grinds harder into you. “Did you miss sitting on this dick until you cum?” You nod fervently, your hand still playing with your clit, and you are ready to explode. 

“Fuck,” he grits his teeth. “I’m close. Let’s come together like we always do.” You erupt, screaming his name while he sloppily pumps into you, his hair sweaty and his succulent lips red from biting. He leans up and kisses you hard, your moans and words of praise swallowed and digested. Whatever you were going to say, he felt it more, your hearts beating in unison powered by your feelings for each other. He talks you through it, helping you come down from your high before he releases his own, spilling into you until he is completely spent. You’ve been on birth control for years, and Seungcheol is the only person you’ve let hit without a condom. It just feels so right with him. You roll off of him, collapsing on your pillow as you try and catch your breath. His breathing is relaxed, and when you gaze at him, his eyes are closed, already half asleep. You attempt to get out of bed, but he grabs your arm, pulling you close to him. 

“Stay,” he kisses your shoulder. “I sleep better when you’re with me.” 

You can’t deny him when he is in this state, pulling on your heartstrings like that. 

“Fine, you win,” you say without much effort. 

Glancing at the time, it’s after 12, and fatigue finally hits you at least. Snuggling into him, you fall into a deep sleep, but not before admitting that you still love him and would do anything for him. 

The sunlight is not kind as it peers through your windows and wakes you up a little after 9. You had forgotten to draw the curtains before you fell asleep, but you didn’t have much energy left after the night you had. You woke him up after three, sucking his cock until he exploded down your throat, and he returned the favor by eating you out until you were ripe from overstimulation. You made such a mess that you had to change your sheets and listen to him teasing you about your ���old lady” sheets. Whatever, you liked them.

You rolled over, and Seungcheol was already awake, scrolling through his phone. He notices you and kisses your forehead before removing your blanket and smacking your ass.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he says, leaning back against the headboard.

You chuckle as you get out of bed, grab your silk robe, and walk into the bathroom. You feel sore; last night’s shenanigans are indeed catching up with you. You just want to lay in bed and relax, but you have this nagging feeling in your stomach. You could brush it off and deal with it later, but knowing you, you will overthink, turning it into something it's not. You have to know how he feels.

Finishing up in the bathroom, you leave to find him setting orange juice on your nightstand with a couple of ibuprofen. He is only dressed in his sweats and nothing underneath, your center aching for him despite the tenderness you feel.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, reading your look. You have never had a good poker face.

You sit down on the bed, take your two pills, and wash them down with orange juice. You allow yourself to get your thoughts in order. You're unsure what to say, but you know the conversation needs to be had.

“What are we doing?” you blurt out. “I love you, and you never stopped loving me. Why can’t we just get it right?”

The silence is too deafening for your liking. It would be like you to tear the band-aid off first thing in the morning. But you hate being in the dark, not knowing what the future will hold. You’re not saying that you have to jump the broom, but you have to know if there’s any chance he feels the same way you do.

“I-I-m sorry,” you shake your head. “I shouldn’t have sprung that on you first thing in the morning. Forget I said anything.” 

You attempt to leave the room before Seungcheol catches your arm and motions for you to sit down. Grudgingly, you do, sitting on your ottoman and facing him. “You didn’t even give me a chance to respond,” he complains. “You can’t always assume how I feel is something bad. Give me a chance.” You nod, knowing deep down he is right. “You are right,” He admits. “I love you, and this song and dance we’ve been doing for years is tired. I came to you last night because I missed you and I need you. You’re the only one in my life who has always kept it straight with me, even when you get on my nerves.” You smirk at his comment, knowing it’s true. “But we have also been apart for a long time, and as much as I want to jump back into our usual routine, I recognize we have grown up a bit and need to get to know each other as our different selves.” You nod slowly, mulling over his words, unsure what to say. “I also don’t want to see anyone else,” he breathes. “You are the only person I want to see, to do this with.” He points at the sheets, and you roll your eyes. It would be like him to somehow bridge it back to sex. 

“So…” your voice trails off. “What are we then? We are more than friends but not together? I don’t understand.” “I want to be with you,” he grabs your hands. “If we fight and storm off to our houses, I’d rather it be that then we break up and don’t talk for months at a time. I hate that.” You nod, finally understanding what he is saying. He is scared of the future, just like you are. But in this life, you would rather go through it with him than anyone else. You have too much time and feelings just to throw it away. “Maybe we can try talking to someone about it this time around?” You say. “A therapist or something? I want to be with you, and maybe working through our issues to understand each other better sometimes is what we need.” “Yeah, I’m open to that.” He hugs you, embracing you tightly before leaving sweet kisses on your face. You are deathly ticklish, and he knows it. He moves his kisses elsewhere until you find yourself in your bed, his body towering over yours. He leaves you one more kiss on your lips before laying his head on your chest. “We’re going to be okay,” he whispers.

You look down and smile, caressing the dark stresses in his hair.

“Yeah. We will be.”

[scarletwinterxx]

unconditional - jeong jaehyun imagine

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Three rings.

It took three rings before you answered the call. It was late so he thought you might be asleep, but he knows you always sleep late so he gave it a try. Just before he was about to hang up he hears your voice from the other line

"What?"

"Not even a hello?" Jaehyun chuckles

"What do you need, Jae? Aren't you rehearsing right now?"

A few hours ago he sent you a text while he was at the practice room, complaining about how he wanted to go home already but he still had a lot of songs to rehearse. It's now past midnight and he just got back home and the first thing he did was call you.

"Nah, I'm back home. I need to wake up early though. I'm going to dye my hair for the fanmeet"

"What is it with you guys and dyeing your hair before enlistment?" you teasingly ask him, referring to your older brother who did the same before shaving his head full of damaged hair just a few months ago. "Are you gonna go bald too?" you ask with a laugh

"Yea no, Jungwoo's not going anywhere near me with a pair of scissors"

"Aw, I was looking forward to that"

"May I remind you how you cried when you saw Taeyong hyung after shaving his head" he reminds you, recalling that emotional night.

The two of you met through your brother, his leader, Taeyong. Through the years you and Jaehyun grew close since you're the same age and used to attend the same school. What he likes most about being friends with you is how you treat him like a normal guy, not some famous boy group member.

To you, he's just Jaehyun.

As for Taeyong, he knows there's something more but he doesn't say anything about it to you. He'll let you figure it out on your own. He already had that talk with his member and even though Jaehyun may be his bestfriend, when it comes to you it's a different conversation. Though Taeyong already knows that Jaehyun's priority is very similar to his, your safety and privacy. Your brother knows you're in safe hands.

"So why did you call again?" you ask your bestfriend

"What's your favorite hair color that I did?"

"Huh? You called just to ask me that? I dunno, blonde? Like your hair during Perfume promotion? Ooooh but pink suites you too"

He listens to you list down all the colors, waiting for you to finally pick one. He lays down on his bed, staring at the canopy above while your voice fills his ears

"Okay I think it's blonde" you say with finality like it's such a serious discussion

"Are you looking at pictures of me?" he asks, a teasing hint in his voice

"I need reference, just to be sure. Why are you asking me anyways?"

"Nothing, just curious. Anyways, I got the tickets for you for the fanmeet"

"Oh shit, didn't I tell you I can't come? I have this thing I can't miss"

Jaehyun immediately sits up on his bed, mood already deflating. It's the last time he'll perform before his enlistment and he was hoping you'd be there. You're always there to watch the group and even the individual members' concerts, in a way you try to show your support while your brother is away.

"Really? You can't reschedule the other thing or maybe come the second day?" he asks, voice still hopeful

"I'll ask my supervisor, no promises though. Sorry, this was scheduled since last month"

"No, don't worry about it. Guess I'll just see you after? I still have your gift from Paris"

"You didn't need to get me anything, I told you! Anyways I need to go, talk to you tomorrow" you hang up the call before he can say anything else.

There's really no other agenda, you weren't about to miss your bestfriend's first solo event. You were going to be there no matter what, rain or shine. You just wanted to surprise him.

The two of you still messaged back and forth before the event, until the morning of the fanmeet Jaehyun was hoping for a change of plan from you but it's been hours since he last heard from you.

"The fans are coming in now, you're going on in less than an hour" his manager tells him "Some of the members are here too, just waiting for the others"

"Okay"

He scrolls through his phone, singing quietly to himself while he waits. People are going in and out of the dressing room so he didn't pay much attention to whose coming in through the doors, little did he know one of the staff member was guiding out just outside the door while you hold a big bouquet of flowers.

"Did I overdo it?" you ask his manager, earning a chuckle from them "I think he'll like it" he tells you

"He better, I spent a good amount of money for these. He's in there right?"

"Mhm, he's alone now. You can go in, maybe he'll stop moping around"

You thank staff for helping you before stepping in his dressing room, he's sitting on the couch with his back to you so he still hasn't seen you.

"Heard you were moping around, maybe this will cheer you up"

Jaehyun turns his head so fast, almost gave himself a whiplash. Checking to see if he heard that right, if it was really you. And there you are, standing a few feet from him with the biggest bouquet of flowers

"Thought you were busy today?" was all he can say.

He really thought you weren't coming today, he was feeling really down despite looking forward to this event for weeks. He just really wanted to share this day with you and now you're here.

"I was lying, forgive me but I wanted to surprise you so you can't be mad at me" you tell him, walking over to where he was. He stands up from his seat to meet you in the middle, you give him the flowers smiling so big your cheeks hurt.

"You really think I was going to miss this? How little did you think of me?" you tease him, there you notice his blonde hair recalling your conversation from a few nights ago "You look cute, I like your hair"

He still hasn't said anything, just looking at you like he can't believe you're here

"Yah, what's with you? You okay?" you ask

Instead of saying anything, he pulls you in for a hug. One arm around your waist while the other holds the flowers you got for him.

"Thank you for coming" he whispers against your hair. You smile at his words, you throw your arms around his shoulder to give him a proper hug "Wouldn't miss it for the world. Are you going to sing my song though?" you jokingly ask as you break from the hug

He looks down at you, now mirroring the smile you had. His previously somber mood making a complete turn for the better now that you're here.

"Which one?" he teases back, even though you think he's only joking there's truth to his words. His songs is his way of confessing his feelings to you. It's not as easy to say the words outright but when he sings them, it's much much easier.

He remembers how much you liked it when he made a cover of 'Like Me Better', that was one of those rare moments he's seen you fangirl over him. When he found out one of your favorite movie moments ever was the one from 10 Things I Hate About You, the scene where Heath sings for Julia, he decided to do a cover of that two. The smile you had on when you first heard his voice singing it is forever etched in his mind.

From then on, you've been referring to it as 'your song'. He performed it too during his birthday event, you were there in the crowd of course wearing a disguise but he didn't forget to throw a smile your way as if to let you know that that song is indeed for you and only you.

"Wait and find out, I'm not gonna spoil it to you"

"So you are singing it" you grin at him, already getting excited

"I'm singing my songs too, aren't you excited for that"

"I am, shut up" you give him a punch on the shoulder, "Oh and Taeyong oppa said goodluck" you add, walking to where he was sitting before. He puts the flower down, following you on the couch while the two of you wait for his manager to call him on stage

"Are you gonna cry tonight? Promise I won't make fun of you... a lot"

He knows you would, like he knows how you would probably take a video if ever do cry. "If I cry, then you'll cry too"

"I'm a sympathetic crier, sue me"

"Your brother will kill me if I make you cry so you better not, oh now that you're here" he takes a paper bag from his stuff, passing it over to you

"Ooo goodies from Paris, is it a keychain? fridge magnet? Wait what the hell, Jaehyun?! This is expensive" you say as you open the cartier box

"Early Christmas gift" he shrugs

"You said that was the Prada bag you got me last time you were in L.A"

"That was your birthday present"

"I can't accept this, Jae. This is too much" you tell him but he's already taking the love bracelet out of the box along with the little screwdriver to put it on for you

"Add it to your stack, it will look good" he mumbles, his focus on putting the bracelet on your wrist

"You gave these too! You're spoiling me too much" you laugh, watching him struggle a bit

"Good, so now other guys won't impress you that easy while I'm gone" he mumbles, finally the bracelet locks on your wrist. He looks up at you, sending you smile then lets go of your hand. You shoot him a look, as if asking him what he meant but he choose to ignore you.

"Hey, we need you out there now. Let's go" his managers peeks his head inside, calling for Jaehyun.

He stands up, you follow behind him but before he steps out the door you hold him by the arm "We're going to talk" you tell him

"About what?" he asks, blinking back at you

"You're insufferable, you know that"

He chuckles at your statement, taking the hand that was holding his arm to hold it in his instead. Intertwining his fingers with yours. You look down at your linked hands, it should feel weird. He's your bestfriend for goodness sake. But instead it feels right, like your hands were molded to fit together.

Hoping he doesn't notice your cheeks getting warm, you keep a straight face while looking up at him.

"Told you, my songs are about you. Didn't you hear the part I said I've been crushing on you but I've just been keeping it to myself"

"How was I suppose to know that was about me?!"

"Who else would it be about?" he asks back, still smiling at you. His dimples on full display

"My answer is always you" he teases. Another song lyric, you know that one too. Rolling your eyes at his comment, you give his side a pinch using your free hand

"Jaehyun we need you backstage!" the two of hear his manager shout from outside

"You have so much explaining to do, Jeong Jaehyun" you tell him, letting go of his hand to push him out the door but he don't budge.

He smiles at you again before swooping down to give you a kiss on the corner of your mouth, catching you totally of guard.

"I'll tell you everything there is to know, later. For now I got a show to do. Gonna make sure my girl won't take her eyes off me" he winks then he opens the door, leaving of behind in utter shock.

You walk out the dressing room, watching Jaehyun's back as he makes his way to the stage. Before he turns to the corners, he looks back at where you're standing sending you a quick smile and a salute. You smile back at him, waving your hand to send him off.

[tired-biscuit]

farmer boy!kiri driving me insane as per usua

he’s everyone in town’s favorite guy!! big and dependable and so funny!! local housewives make it a point to wear their prettiest dresses to go and visit his stand at the local market.. but he doesn’t fall for it..

doesn’t fall for anyone until you move into town.. you work at the local bakery and sometimes visit him when the bakery needs an expedited egg delivery..

he’s so smitten with you, you’re pretty, smart and he can’t take his eyes off of you.. makes it a point to lift the heaviest things when you’re around in an effort to impress you..

little does he know how smitten you are with him.. how you purposely promote custards and egg tarts just so that your bakery needs more eggs and milk.. and you have an excuse to go see him again <3

all these meet-cutes until he finally works up the courage to ask you on a picnic.. where he lets you feel his muscles like you’ve been dying to from the start.. where he lets you take off his overalls and lifts up your skirt..

where the sun warms his and yours’ skin and where only the flowers know what happened next :3

(he ate you out and bred u <3)

18+ / fem!reader

you’ve been dying to touch and feel his biceps for the longest time now because you’ve seen the way they tighten and turn exceptionally prominent whenever he picks up and tosses those big sacks of flour that you keep ordering for your bakery from him and him only.

he always greets you in the friendliest way possible whenever he swings by to deliver you the goods; a polite nod of his head and a warm “hey there, darlin’” never fail to make you weak in the knees. the combination of it, that’s sometimes even accompanied by a rather playful wink, turns your brain to goddamn mush. goodness, you’re so into him that it’s getting kind of absurd!

but to be fair, how couldn’t you be? he’s pure eye candy, with his sharp facial features, fiery eyes and messy hair of the exact same shade that he keeps tied back with the help of a single elastic, and that exposes the sides of his neck, as well as the nape, in the most delicious of ways.

his skin is tan and sun-kissed from many days spent working outside under the blazing sun, and his back is broad; he carries any kind of weight with seemingly no trouble at all. the faded, well worn jeans that he usually throws on whenever he drives to town make his ass and thighs look absolutely divine as they hang off his hips.

the sight of them makes you feel like a sleaze from the way they coax you to ogle at him so openly again and again. stealing glances as he moves around your little storage room where you keep all your ingredients, all you can see is his tight physique, his big hands, how appealingly thick his fingers are; coated with a thin layer of white powder coming from the flour.

he’s a working man, oftentimes dirty with sweat and grime whenever you just happen to be passing by his land and spot him coming back from the fields, but surprisingly enough, he keeps his nails clean whenever he comes to see you.

and it doesn’t stop just at the nails. even his face lacks the sheen of sweat his line of work usually tends to induce, because unbeknownst to you, he doesn’t leave the house before he scrubs it clean. his signature white t-shirts — each one usually adorned with a logo of his favourite sports team — are crisp and constantly smell of pleasant laundry detergent; like they’ve been freshly washed every single time. and if his hair just happens to be a mess that day — stubborn strands, bedhead and whatnot — he makes sure to hide it underneath his trusty baseball cap just so you don’t have to see it.

altogether, it shows that he’s trying to impress you. that he’s putting in the effort.

and that effort is almost enough to make an already smitten girl like yourself admit defeat and fold right then and there; in the storage room of your little bakery. to make you rest the flat of your palms against one of the shelves, and bend right over at the middle.

until the fat of your ass is peeking from underneath your pretty sundress, no panties in sight, and he’s got drool nearly dripping from his mouth at the discovery. until his fat cock is nice and snug, sheathed inside your soft cunt, and his heavy balls are tightening from the way you’re invitingly wiggling your hips against him and hurrying to make him all sticky and wet with your arousal so that he can slide in even further, even deeper.

just by looking at him, you know he’d fuck you nice and slow, and so deep that it’d make hearts form in your eyes right before they’d cross. quiet grunts would fill your ear, his breathing ragged as it tickles the side of your neck and cheek. his calloused hands would be warm against your hips; dusting flour over your dress and skin, and providing a steady weight that you could lean on and rest your tired body against any time you’d wish.

there’d be constant pressure in your lower belly — overhelming but the good kind nevertheless. the slapping of skin against skin, the stretch, the sweat coating both of your brows. the pounding, the pleasure, the passion that’d be so intense that you’d end up feeling it in the goddamn marrow of your bones even.

and then, the climax. the white noise and bliss as every nerve end buzzes with electricity that’s powerful but mellow at the same time. the feeling of warm cum eventually leaking from your poor little pussy, down your thighs, dripping onto the floor; causing a mess you both chuckle at whilst cleaning afterwards.

his forehead pressing against your spine as he hunches his back because of the prominent height difference and waits for his cock to slowly soften whilst it’s still inside of you, still stretching your velvety walls. your clothes sticking to your salt-riddled bodies as you attempt to catch your breaths and not say anything too brash or embarrassing to each other.

you want him to rail you and fuck your brains out in this tiny storage room so bad. he’s just such a… man. bulky and strong, simple and endlessly kind. his heart is as big as his tits are, and much like the rest of him, you can’t help but leer at them, too as the mixture of the summer heat and your baked delights turns too much for him to bare in that exact moment and he swiftly loses the crisp white t-shirt just so that he can survive it.

watching him as he throws it over his shoulder and keeps it there, you start to think that you could take such good care of him. that he could take such good care of you. you can already see it; a cozy house, a couple of kids. hard work, animals and endless love. fresh lemonade and cookies. creaky wooden furniture and movie nights on the world’s comfiest couch. domestic bliss.

he’s the type to kiss you goodbye and hello again whenever he walks through the front door.

your daydreams end abruptly when he tosses the last sack of flour onto the neat little pile and turns around to look at you with a face that’s all of a sudden vividly red like a tomato; from his neck to his forehead, from one ear to the other.

you’re still blinking, sweetly batting your eyelashes up at him by the time he finally gathers enough courage to ask you a question you’d thought you’d never get the chance to hear from him.

he wants to take you out on a date, huh?

[svt-rosalie]

*person one* can’t stop watching *person two* with a fond smile on their face even though ( hint Rosie & Coups 🤭 )

. . . ♡ ROSIE ! ? 🍒 DRABBLE ★ ﾟ๑

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content warning / this sucks, fluffy seungcheol and rosalie, rosie gets upset, bad grammar, angel you requested this so long ago and i had no ideas until now :’( sorry

let's become the same light, the same shadow

in whatever place, i'll hold you

shadow, seventeen

The stadium was filled, to the brim. If you were to walk to out on the stage you couldn’t even hear your own footsteps that’s how loud it was. Carats from around the world had come to see this 2 nights only event were buzzing with anticipation.

It made Rosalie anxious — the girl was holding a solo concert/showcase in Seoul, South Korea in promotion of her new full album ‘Seoul Searching’. She has never performed by herself for such a large amount of people.

“Ugh, I can’t get my hands to stop shaking Unnie. I’m so nervous.” The young girl spoke to her makeup artist, Minji. You could clearly hear how upset and nervous the poor girl was based on her tone of voice. . . and the pout on her face.

Minji slightly chuckled only pushing Rosie to pout even more, “First of all, stop pouting you’re going to ruin your makeup. Second of all, there’s nothing to be nervous about — you’ve performed for this amount of people how many times? You are going to do amazing.” The older girl stated in a firm but reassuring voice.

The pout did disappear from Rosie’s face but not in her tone.

“Yeah, but I’ve never performed without 13 other people on stage and apparently all of them have schedules so they can’t come tonight.” She sighed clearly upset, and if she wasn’t getting her final touches of makeup she would’ve started crying at this point.

Minji finished putting a shimmer of eyeshadow on Rosalie’s eyelids and stepped back.

“That’s more of a reason for you to do your absolute best tonight. Your brothers aren’t here to see you perform but you and I both know that they will be watching clips and videos taken by the managers and fans so you have to show them everything that you’ve been working so hard on.” Minji pulled the younger girl into a tender yet loving hug, being careful not to ruin her makeup and hair, “Show the world who Rosalie is.”

Said girl smiled brightly and nodded her head. Even though her favorite people couldn’t be here for her showcase for support she would work extra hard to make sure they saw the best version of her.

An hour and half later Rosalie is having the time of her life on stage, her nerves she once couldn’t shake are now no where to be found and she’s smiling from ear to ear.

Somehow she hadn’t notice her eldest member watching her from the 2 level of the arena as she performed her song ‘New Dance’ and apparently Carats’s didn’t notice either, way to invested on capturing every moment of the concert, which is kinda of surprising seeing as how he was decked out in pastel colored clothing (as all the other petals were), was screaming the fan chants and everything in between.

The moment they noticed was when the camera man decided to finally out the man on the big screen and show Seungcheol smiling proudly at the youngest member. Carats started to scream even louder and point to the leader to show Rosalie that he was here. (She had spoken in her earlier ment that she was upset that the boys couldn’t be here due to schedules but knew they were cheering her on from afar).

The loud screams gained Rosalie’s attention as she turned to the big screen and saw the best surprise in the world.

“OH MY GOSH!” was screamed into the mic by Rosalie on accident. She couldn’t contain herself but remembered that she was in the middle of a song and continued to singing, though she contained to sing as she ran to the side of the stage Seungcheol was on, waving and sending hearts his way.

Cheol sent hearts her way back, while mouthing that he was proud of her. He didn’t know if she could make out what he was saying or not but either way, he couldn’t have been happier that he could see her perform on stage.

He was so going to brag to the other members tonight when he got home.

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[raguiras]

One of Deuce's old delinquent "friends" was being weird with Yuu (Allen)...

Reblogs are extremely appreciated! 👉👈

Allen suffers from major insecurities and trauma caused by people commenting on him and bullying him for his rather feminine appearance, and Deuce, who's already quite protective over casual friends, DEFINITELY ain't taking it.... That said, these two have a massive "cute mutual protectors" dynamic and Allen protects/defends Deuce equally much!

YEAHHH the third part of my Allen x Deuce ship introduction is here!! I'm brainrotting so hard—

Previous parts: part 1 // part 2

Next up is most likely the ship event post I mentioned before 👀

Below is the second part of Allen & Deuce's relationship timeline! Its first part can be found here.

SPOILER WARNING for Book 5 & Book 6!

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BOOK 5:

Between Book 4 and 5, Allen finally had his top surgery (he's intersex & used to wear binders). Deuce not only accompanied him to the hospital, but also stayed in the next room for the entire duration of the surgery and made sure to immediately visit Allen once it was over. He sat by the blonde boy's bed, his mere presence comforting Allen and making him feel at peace. The following days, Deuce spent even more time at Ramshackle and strictly slept over every night as he wanted to be 100% attentive and take perfect care of Allen all around the clock. Needless to say, Allen constantly thanked Deuce for being there for him, and it only intensified his own feelings... Allen had never been taken care of this much before, and it was probably more than what an average friend would do for you, right...? Did this mean...? No, Deuce couldn't love him. Nobody could. That's what Allen had been taught all those years, after all. And if so many people had said it, it had to be the truth...

Unfortunately, the VDC got announced shortly after Allen's surgery, and his recovery included a strict prohibition from sports or anything exhausting. Allen, being an aspiring musician and good dancer, cursed to himself — this would've been THE opportunity to go viral — and the Heartslabyul freshman listened to him rant. That's when Deuce ultimately decided that he'd audition... he wanted to support his mom with the money and keep an eye on Epel anyway, and now, he could not only fulfill his recovering crush's dream for him by performing and hopefully promoting Allen through it, but also impress him...

Little did Deuce know that Allen didn't need to be impressed. Watching Deuce practice — yes, even when he didn't get a single step right and tripped over his own feet — was super cute and gradually attractive to Allen, not to mention that the blonde boy really liked Deuce's voice as well...

Training was hard for Deuce, but knowing that Allen was watching certainly helped... He did his absolute best and followed Kalim and Jamil's guidance as closely as possible. Couldn't mess up in front of his crush, right!?

When Deuce got selected to be a performer and Allen became the manager, both of them celebrated in joy. While neither of them mentioned it, this meant that they'd get to spend even more time together...

...and when Vil decided that everyone would stay at Ramshackle for the preparation period, these two mentally celebrated even more. Now they'd officially live together for a couple weeks...

In order to prevent shenanigans and an angry Vil, Allen searched for sugar-free alternatives of Deuce's favorite snacks as well as food tasting similar to them. However, Allen would occasionally let Deuce snack on his own secret reserves whenever the two were together in Allen's room, away from prying eyes.

Deuce had problems sticking to Vil's prescribed skincare routine, so Allen decided to help him with it. He reminded Deuce of the routine every morning and evening and also helped him apply the products.

Deuce also struggled with the set bedtime and asked Allen to remind him to go to bed early. Considering that Allen had been struggling with his own sleep schedule for some time and would often stay up until past 3 am on the worst nights, the two decided to simply share a bed on most days so they could "force" each other to sleep on time. Not only did this intensify their relationship even more and excite both of them, but it helped Allen fall asleep much sooner... Deuce's presence was soothing to him and distracted Allen just enough for him to not overthink his life prior to going to bed.

During the preparation period, Allen offered to help Deuce with his vocals, which the Heartslabyul student excitedly accepted. Not only could he improve his own singing through it, but spend even more time with Allen and listen to his beautiful singing voice a lot, too... Additionally, Allen was able to efficiently teach Deuce due to being a self-taught singer with little knowledge on technical terms and theory, resulting in extremely easy and comprehensible explanations that could actually be understood by Deuce.

On occasion, Allen also taught the blue-haired boy basic makeup skills and sometimes even did Deuce's makeup for him. Needless to say, there were TONS of eye contact and blushing involved...

In addition to this, Allen kept helping Deuce with his gradually improving self-control and school work. Deuce, too, assisted Allen with the rest of his recovery and was super attentive.

Due to the combination of the shared dorm, their close friendship, their study sessions and the intense VDC preparation, Allen and Deuce were quite literally spending the entirety of every day together by now. While they had always been around each other a ton, this was what ultimately made them come off as inseparable.

You would've thought it would be impossible for Deuce to fall any harder, but oh boy... with every passing day, it only got worse. Deuce basically had heart eyes like a lovesick puppy at the mere mention of Allen.

While Deuce tried to hide his ginormous crush, it was impossible to deny. Everyone could see the way Deuce looked at Allen with nothing but admiration and love in his eyes, and Ace even started getting concerned due to how down bad & out-of-character Deuce appeared to be.

Whenever Allen wasn't around, Deuce would even ask Vil and Rook for advice on his appearance and compliments. He was desperate to impress and woo Allen and awkwardly admitted this to the two Pomefiore housewardens, too. Neither were surprised as they had already Deuce's crush on Allen, and they ended up actually giving the boy some advice.

When Deuce once came over to visit friends and pick up some things at Heartslabyul, Cater was blown away by the strong scent of his cologne. The fact that Deuce had suddenly bought something like that sure was surprising, especially considering that the boy was usually more of an Axe guy...

Not only that, but Deuce practiced the dance in front of his mirror extremely often, too. It had to perfect... HE had to be perfect for Allen. After all, the blonde boy was way out of his league...

Being around Deuce so much made Allen's feelings grow quickly, too. However, unlike Deuce, Allen absolutely HATED them and tried to get rid of them out of fear of being rejected and hurt again. All those years, he had been taught that nobody could ever love him and that developing a crush on him was basically impossible, so why would Deuce of all people like him back?! Allen actively denied his feelings... he couldn't risk this friendship or the possibility of having a broken heart again. He'd just wait for this phase to pass...

Grim noticed that Allen was suddenly spending even more time with Deuce and that the two also got progressively touchy. He confronted Allen with something along the lines of "Why're ya spending SO much time with him?! Do you have a crush on him or somethin'? Myahaha!". Shit, Allen thought to himself. His cat knew.

Vil knew, too. So did Rook. So did Jamil, Kalim, Ace, Epel and even the ghosts! The only ones who somehow didn't know about each other's feelings were Allen and Deuce...

Allen tried his best to deny the way he felt whenever Deuce would flash him a smile during practice performances. Deuce, on the contrary, would melt internally at every proud grin Allen gave him...

The fact that Deuce was now a better singer allowed him to approach one of Allen's favorite impulsiveness control methods with more confidence: singing and rapping out one's feelings and frustration.

Additionally, Allen admired the fact that Deuce was now trying his hand at ballet in order to overcome the last few traces of his old internalized toxic masculinity. Allen, struggling with some toxic masculinity himself and having been ashamed of his curves and rather androgynous appearance all his life, saw this as an inspiration to try his hand at more feminine fashion. He had wanted to do this for a long time, but held back out of fear of being seen as even less of a man because of it... and now here Allen was, wearing more feminine clothing for the first time and making Deuce fanboy even harder than usual.

Deuce was not the only one fanboying, though. During the entire VDC performance, Allen was cheering like a madman and couldn't keep his eyes off Deuce. So what if they had Vil, Epel and Jamil? To Allen, Deuce was the star of the show.

When Deuce finally discovered his Unique Magic, Allen was not only incredibly proud and happy for the Heartslabyul student, but was also reminded of an old character he had created as a younger teenager who had had the exact same skill as Deuce. Was this a sign...? ...nah, he must've been delusional.

BOOK 6:

During the invasion, Deuce immediately jumped in front of Allen in order to protect him, but got hit himself instead. When he got injured and passed out as a result, Allen absolutely panicked. He wasn't even really concerned about how the dorm was being damaged — only Deuce's wellbeing was on Allen's mind. Additionally, he felt overwhelming guilt that this had only happened because Deuce had protected HIM...

Instead of going to S.T.Y.X., Allen decided to stay at NRC in order to take care of Deuce. He spent most of his time in the infirmary, sitting by Deuce's bed and waiting for him to wake up. Why was he doing this?! Out of guilt only? Certainly not... Was he crazy?! Deuce was just a friend... just a friend... just a friend who he loved a lot and had undeniable feelings for. No matter how much Allen tried to fall out of love, it was impossible. Deuce had given him so much and it was the most Allen had ever been cared for...

When Deuce finally woke up, Allen immediately pulled him into a relieved, loving lung-crushing hug and didn't want to ever let go. Deuce felt as if he was about to pass out again due to the happiness caused by Allen cherishing him so much.

Deuce and Allen kept doing their usual activities — hearing each other out, helping each other, spending fun time together — while hoping for Grim and the housewardens to finally return.

Considering how often Deuce stayed at Ramshackle anyway, him and Allen decided that he could simply leave some of his belongings from the VDC preparations at the dorm. This only prompted Deuce to visit Ramshackle and sleep over even more...

Every night before going to bed, Deuce wrote about Allen into a little diary. Hell forbid Ace found it, but at least it allowed Deuce to openly express his feelings without being judged or teased. As he kept reading through the words he had written already over and over again, Deuce realized even more just how much Allen had helped him with various highly important things over the past 5-6 months of knowing each other... and that's when he decided to buy the giant Shiba plushie Allen had recently mentioned as a thank-you gift. Sure, he had already occasionally gifted Allen stuffed animals before, but maybe this huge Shiba would convey his gratitude and crush even more...

Needless to say, Allen was blown away by the gift and pretty much jumped Deuce out of joy. He had wanted this Shiba plushie for weeks now, and receiving it as a surprise gift from his crush was an indescribable feeling. However, Allen strictly viewed it as a platonic thank-you gesture and didn't (want to) get the hint. After all, why would Deuce be pining after him...?

Near the end of Book 6 [= during the time when the game's canon Yuu is still at S.T.Y.X.], Deuce suddenly received a call accusing him of highly offensive vandalism in his hometown. Both Allen and Deuce were absolutely furious at this unreasonable accusation, and it was a no-brainer for Allen to prove Deuce innocent. While Deuce broke down and complained about never being able to escape his past no matter how much he tried, Allen not only encouraged him and told him that he had become a much better person, but was also determined and already had a plan. Having excellent manipulation skills and a way with words, Allen got Crowley to give him access to all private cameras around the school to prove that Deuce had been at NRC the entire time and couldn't possibly have been the culprit. He mailed the recordings to the police station in Deuce's hometown, managing to prove that the Heartslabyul student was innocent. Allen also suspected that the person blaming the vandalism on Deuce was likely the culprit or one of their friends, encouraging the police to continue their investigation with them. Deuce, on the other hand, couldn't have been more grateful that Allen had successfully cleared his name and stood up for him like that. A week later, a call informed the two boys that one of Deuce's former friends had admitted to the crime and had tried to blame it on Deuce out of anger that he had distanced himself from them. Hearing how his old "friend" had betrayed Deuce only made him cherish his current friendships and especially the relationship he had with Allen even more...

BOOK 7:

[I haven't played Book 7 yet, so I'll either update this section later or share it in a separate post! Until then, we're assuming that they realized just how much they loved each other even more.]

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That's everything for now! The final part of their relationship timeline (post book 7), including when they FINALLY get together, will be in my next Allen x Deuce introduction post!

However, my next overall post is likely going to be the announcement for my ship art/writing event 👀

Thank you for the support on my previous Allen x Deuce posts! It means ridiculously much to me 🥹🥹🥹

[haodarling]

Like the Movies

about: a series of my favorite movies reimagined with (some of) the boys of seventeen.

notes: the movies inspired the fics, please don’t expect it to be an exact word for word reenactment of the films; i had a couple of ideas and decided to roll with it. unfortunately i will not be doing all of the boys as some of them are key side characters unless specifically requested! the stories are interrelated in some way; it won’t be explicitly stated but try and look for crumbs!

also! most if not all the y/ns in the fics are directly stated to be female due to some of the stories heavily relying on y/n’s biological sex to be female.

currently working on: pretty girl !

Pretty Girl

based on: Legally Blonde

pairing: law student! joshua x heiress! reader // ex boyfriend! wen junhui x reader

synopsis: the youngest of 3 successful sisters, no one expects you to accomplish anything save for sitting still and looking pretty, but after your boyfriend dumps you for a much more educated girl, you get your eldest sister to pay your way into harvard law where you meets joshua hong, who does not seem to appreciate how lightly you takes things.

tropes: opposites attract, popular girl x nerd boy but with a twist, they start off at the wrong foot, it gets resolved, joshua will say hurtful things along the way though

A Sweet Haven

based on: Notting Hill // Maid in Manhattan

pairing: golden retriever!mingyu x single mother!y/n

synopsis: never in your wildest dreams did you expect acclaimed actor, kim mingyu, to stumble into your quaint bakery and ask you to hide him from the onslaught of paparazzi. what began as one chance encounter turns into constant visits to you and your daughter. but just as you begin to see a future between the two of you, the reminder of his fame and reputation hovers over the both you.

tropes: forbidden romance, single mom! reader, mingyu’s an actor, secret relationship

Hot and Cold

based on: Pride and Prejudice // Emma

pairing: wonwoo x reader, seokmin x oc

synopsis: as the eldest child of your family, you have only ever wanted the best for your siblings. so when your sister confesses to being in love with someone— you do everything you can to make sure they both end up together… but the infuriatingly handsome brother of your sister’s beau seems to be against the union altogether.

tropes: enemies to lovers, they really don’t like each other at first, just two people being protective of their younger siblings, elder sibling trauma written by an only child LOL

Mr and Mrs. Choi

based on: Mr. and Mrs. Smith

pairing: agent!scoups x agent!reader

synopsis: you and seungcheol (code name: scoups) have a bit of a work place rivalry going on, and the agency wants to put you both to the test by pairing you up with each other in a mission that would determine who gets the promotion… the catch being that you both would have to play a married couple.

tropes: rivals to lovers, technically also coworkers to lovers, fake marriage au, a lot of back and forths, cheol is a teasing lil shit with y/n, will very much include the old “the target is gonna notice we’re tailing him hurry let’s make out”

Love Me Tomorrow

based on: 2 week’s notice // flipped

pairing: jeonghan x reader

synopsis: your friends and coworkers say you’re foolish for harboring a crush on the worst man ever; aka your boss. yoon jeonghan is a successful ceo, and he is well aware of the hold he has over you; often using you to perform minute and tiresome errands. but what happens when you finally draw the line?

tropes: unrequited love (initially), she fell first but he fell harder, hannie’s an asshole here ngl, he gets better i promise, y/n is on a path to self love, when hannie realized he loves her he’s so pathetic i swear

Something Borrowed, Something New

based on: My best friend’s wedding

pairing: minghao x extraverted!reader, slight vernon x reader, and slight minghao x oc

synopsis: you love your fiancee you truly do, and you were very sure he felt the same long enough to propose to you; but he’s quiet, and well- you’re not. you know this, and so you always make sure you are not too spirited in days where he doesn’t feel it. but when he runs into his old college friends, you could not help but notice how he becomes a lot livelier with his childhood best friend.

tropes: established relationship, opposites attract, golden retriever y/n and black cat minghao, angst, like a lot of it, hao has a girl best friend :(( , two people who don’t communicate because of their own personal reasons

[jxwl4k]

Maybe This Time

Plot: Bakugo and Y/N are childhood friends in Musutafu, sharing dreams of becoming heroes together. When Y/N's family relocates overseas due to a job opportunity, they promise to keep in touch.

A/N: this story is kinda inspired by the Filipino song called Maybe This Time by Sarah Geronimo, also while reading I recommend listening to the song.

In the bustling streets of Musutafu, Bakugo and Y/N were inseparable childhood friends. They spent countless afternoons chasing each other around the neighborhood, sharing secrets under the old oak tree in the park, and dreaming about their future as heroes. Bakugo, with his fiery determination, and Y/N, with her unwavering kindness, formed a bond that seemed unbreakable.

But life had other plans. Y/N's father received a promotion that required the family to move overseas. Tears flowed freely as Bakugo and Y/N stood on the familiar street corner, their hands tightly clasped together.

"I don't want to leave," Y/N whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

Bakugo clenched his fists, struggling to hold back his own tears. "I'll miss you, idiot."

They promised to stay in touch, to write letters and call each other whenever they could. As Y/N's departure date approached, the days seemed to blur into a whirlwind of packing boxes and tearful goodbyes. On the eve of her departure, Bakugo stood alone on the rooftop of their favorite hangout spot, staring at the city lights below.

"I won't forget you," he vowed silently to himself.

Years passed. Bakugo threw himself into his hero training, his fiery determination only burning brighter with each passing day. He became known as one of the top heroes in Musutafu, his explosive quirk matching his explosive personality.

Meanwhile, Y/N adapted to her new life overseas, but thoughts of Bakugo never left her mind. She kept her promise, sending letters whenever possible, sharing stories of her adventures and asking about his hero exploits. Each letter felt like a lifeline, a connection to the boy she had left behind.

One fateful day, a letter arrived for Bakugo, the familiar handwriting bringing a rush of memories. Y/N wrote about returning to Musutafu for a short visit, her father's work bringing them back to Japan temporarily. Excitement and nervousness gripped Bakugo's heart as he read her words.

The day of Y/N's return finally arrived. Bakugo waited anxiously at the train station, scanning the crowd for a familiar face. And then, amidst the bustling crowd, he saw her — Y/N, her smile just as radiant as he remembered. Without a moment's hesitation, he rushed forward and enveloped her in a tight embrace.

"I knew you'd come back," Bakugo muttered gruffly, his voice betraying the emotions he had kept buried for so long.

Y/N laughed softly, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I promised, didn't I? I couldn't stay away forever."

They walked together through the streets of Musutafu, catching up on lost time and sharing stories of their separate lives. The park where they used to play was their first destination.

"Remember how we used to climb that old oak tree?" Y/N asked, pointing to the tree that had witnessed their childhood adventures.

"Yeah, and you were always scared to jump down," Bakugo teased, a rare smile gracing his lips.

"I was cautious!" Y/N protested, laughing. "Unlike someone who jumped without thinking!"

Their laughter echoed through the park, blending with the rustling leaves and distant chatter of other visitors. As they sat under the oak tree, the conversation turned more serious.

"Do you remember the first time we talked about becoming heroes?" Y/N asked softly, twirling a blade of grass between her fingers.

Bakugo nodded, his gaze distant yet thoughtful. "Of course. We were just kids then, but even back then, you believed in me."

"I still do," Y/N said earnestly, her eyes locking with Bakugo's intense stare. "You're going to be an amazing hero, Katsuki."

Bakugo looked away for a moment, a mix of emotions swirling inside him. "And you, Y/N? Are you happy where you are?"

Y/N hesitated, a small sigh escaping her lips. "I miss home. I miss everyone. But I'm making the most of it. My dad's job keeps us moving, but Japan will always be my home."

They sat in silence for a while, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. Finally, Bakugo spoke, his voice softer than usual. "Promise me something, Y/N."

"Anything," she replied without hesitation.

"Don't forget about me," Bakugo said, his eyes intense and searching.

Y/N reached out and took his hand, squeezing it gently. "I could never forget about you, Katsuki. You're a part of me, no matter where I go."

And as they walked through the park once more, hand in hand, Bakugo realized that some bonds are truly unbreakable, no matter the distance or time apart. Maybe this time, their childhood promise would lead to a future filled with shared dreams and endless possibilities.

[yoongis-property]

ATEEZ FIC RECS 

last update: 09.06.2023

m- mature , f- fluff , a- angst , ☆- personal favorite

e2l- enemies to lovers, s2l- strangers to lovers, f2l- friends to lovers, bf2l- best friends to lovers, cf2l- childhood friends to lovers, fwb2l- friends with benefits to lovers, ex2l- exes to lovers, i2l- idiots to lovers

MASTERLIST

PARK SEONGHWA

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KIM HONGJOONG

⇢ A LITTLE SOMETHIMG MORE by @flurrys-creativity (established realtionship!au, a, m)

❝ Why didn’t you pick up your damn phone?” Hongjoong hissed, on the verge of exploding, “I called three times already.”.. ❞

⇢ MARIGOLD by @yoongiseesawmp3 (frat boy!hj, bf2l, f, m, light a)

❝ annoying frat boy!hongjoong. your best friend and the bane of your existence is probably the love of your life, and you’re not sure how to tell him. your mutual friend seonghwa knows about your true feelings for hongjoong, and he does everything in his power to get you two together. one halloween party, one rainy car ride and one emotional rollercoaster later, you finally get a taste of what you’ve been waiting so long for. ❞

⇢ PIRATE KING by @cybrsan (pirate!au, m)

❝ You are playing a dangerous game with an even more dangerous man, and you don’t know how much longer it can go on before everything falls apart around you. ❞

⇢ TELL ME TO STOP by @tenelkadjowrites (bf2l, m, ☆)

❝ Having been best friends with Hongjoong since childhood, you thought a camping trip might help breach the growing distance between the two of you. However, when a storm sweeps Hongjoong’s tent away, you find yourself in rather cramped quarters with him when he has to share your tent. ❞

⇢ THE BEST FRIENDS CODE by @tenelkadjowrites (m, bf2l) feat. hwa

❝ Hongjoong swears up and down that if you don’t touch each other, it won’t ruin the friendship...and what is the harm in blowing off some steam? ❞

seonghwa is in part 2 and part 3

⇢ THIS WORLD by @hongism​ (dystopian!au, m)

​ ❝ What he’s given you is essentially one chance and night. Nothing more and nothing less. ❞

⇢ TOUCH ME NOW by @slut4hwa​ (m)

❝ it wasn’t on purpose of course. the topic was already there so it kind of just slipped out.“yeah i’ve always wanted to know how squirting feels-” you blurted it out. fuck. ❞

⇢ WHAT HAPPENS IN A BLACKOUT by @tenelkadjowrites (kinda e2l, m)

❝ Stuck in an elevator with Hongjoong, the person you hate the most, you aren’t ready for when things take an unexpected turn. ❞

YOURE HONGJOONGS BIAS by @jnginlov​ (idol!au, f)

❝ when you and your group go on idol radio to promote your latest comeback, you don’t anticipate one of the hosts to be completely enraptured by you ❞

JEONG YUNHO

⇢ KILLING ME by @yoongiseesawmp3 (frat boy!yh, m, a) 

❝ after last year, yunho swore he would never live in a frat house ever again. that doesn’t mean he’s leaving the frat, though, so he moves into an apartment just down the street. and you? well you need somewhere cheap and walkable to campus, and yunho is leasing a room. so that’s how you end up living with the human embodiment of sunshine and puppies, but the more time you spend with yunho the more you realize he may have a darker side lurking beneath the surface. ❞

⇢ LIKE A DREAM by @cheollipop (established relationship, m, f) feat. mingi

❝ with only the orange hues of the lamp illuminating the room, they have you for the first time, and it feels just like a dream. ❞

⇢ OUT OF THE WOODS by @sluttywoozi (vacation!au, one bed trope, f2l, f, light m, ☆)

❝ You’ve been driving Yunho nuts lately and he just can’t figure out why. He hates being annoyed with his friends, so he’s been avoiding you. It’s difficult to stay away when you’re locked together in a cabin with seven of your closest friends, though. ❞

pt. 2

⇢ SUMMER NIGHTS by @honeyhotteoks (roommate!au, bf2l, m, f)

❝ he's your best friend and roommate, but during the heat of summer and the confinement of quarantine, you just can't seem to help yourselves. ❞

pt. 2

⇢ THE DRILL by @byuntrash101​ (m)

❝ yunho cant seem to pick up anyone at the club. for two main reasons, two problems if you will. the first one: his rizz level is negative and the second one... well it's bigger. much, much bigger. a huge problem wooyoung has named "the drill" ❞

⇢ THIS NIGHT TOGETHER by @honeyhotteoks (werewolf!au, m, f, a) feat. mingi

❝ you’re finally getting your dream job, working with some of the best dancers in the business, but a job change means a break in your healthcare coverage and suppressants these days are expensive. going into heat at the studio pretty much seems like the worst case scenario, but you find yourself in the care of two alphas who won’t let you go through it alone. ❞

unfinished!

⇢ TUTOR BOY by @cas-skz (m)

❝ After begging your tutor to help you with your last assignment, he agrees to help in return for a favor. He proves that even the most innocent looking people, aren’t so innocent. ❞

⇢ TWO IS BETTER THAN ONE by @songmingisthighs (f2l, m) feat. mingi

❝ Mingi’s sweater felt comfortable on you, it was warm and it smelled like him. Not just his perfume, but his own scent.. ❞

⇢ YOUR FAN, YUNHO by @hwaightme (game developer!reader, f)

❝ a bulletpoint-style wordstream of what it would be like if yunho was stanning you. ❞

KANG YEOSANG

⇢ FREAKS by @mingigoo (bf2l, m, a)

❝ after being friends for ten years, your triad friendship with Yeosang and Wooyoung is falling apart, all because of a simple game—spin the bottle. ❞

⇢ I´M IN LOVE by @anyamaris (m)

❝ You wake in a dream to be met with a dream inside a dream. ❞

⇢ OBSESSIVE by @mingigoo (e2l, fwb!au, college!au, m, f, light a)

❝ You tried to pay no mind to your brother’s friends and their flirty antics, but it always confused you when only one of them seemed disinterested in you. Even though you’d never admit it, he intrigued you—to the point where when you kissed drunkenly at party, you wanted more. And you were going to get it. ❞

CHOI SAN

⇢ FIRST THINGS FIRST by @sluttywoozi (college!au, f2l, m, f)

❝ San had hoped you were coming to the party tonight but he never expected it to end like this. ❞

pt. 2

⇢ HEARTWORM by @atinyidea (college!au, f2l, f, light a, light m)

❝ n. a relationship or friendship that you can’t get out of your head, which you thought had faded long ago but is still somehow alive and unfinished, like an abandoned campsite whose smouldering embers still have the power to start a forest fire. ❞

⇢ HEISTS AND CELEBRATIONS by @cheollipop (criminal!au, m) feat. woo

❝ with the stolen necklace secured around your neck, wooyoung slumped back in his seat, fingers gripping the steering wheel while his eyes remained focused on the overhead mirror, watching his two partners celebrate another successful heist in the back of his van. ❞

⇢ IN THE QUIET SPACES by @honeyhotteoks (established realtionship!au, f, m)

❝ a quiet morning snowed in at the cabin with san ❞

⇢ IT'S SWEATPANTS SEASON, OH MY! by @thisthatpinkvenom​ (jock!san, established relationship!au, college!au, f, m)

❝ autumn has arrived; the season of pumpkin spice lattes, corn and—unfortunately for you—grey sweatpants. those pesky little things have attached themselves to your boyfriend's legs like glue, and you're having a hard time keeping your mind out of the gutter. ❞

⇢ LET`S FUCK by @ughsimpp (m)

❝ hearing your close girlfriends talk about how their mans made them orgasm is an interesting topic but you couldn't really relate with them. in your past relationships (like 2), none of your ex's could ever make you reach that high. you kept quiet and listened as your friends continued to talk. ❞

⇢ MILKY WAY by @ad0rechuu (sm!au, idol!reader, f, a) feat. hwa & mingi

❝ It’s not everyday that your friends childhood friend turns out to be the girl that you literally have a fan account for, but for Seonghwa, San and Mingi it’s become a reality. being able to get close to your bias is great! even if she does have a raging crush on someone else… ❞

⇢ ODD EYE by @luvteez​ (sm!au, soulmate!au, college!au, f, a)

❝ when the public finds out that rookie idol choi san has a soulmate, he’s forced to retire from the entertainment industry and stays low as a full time university student and part time barista. never does he intend on finding his soulmate, but fate seems to have other plans for him. enter: you. ❞

⇢ OH HE´S GOOD by @yoongiseesawmp3 (m, f, ☆)

❝ san, a non-believer, has one of the best voices in the church choir, and maybe one of the best voices in the world. fresh off a break up, you’re not looking for anything serious, and he isn’t either... but someone definitely falls faster and harder than they should. ❞

⇢ ONE MORE REP by @cheollipop (personal trainers!au, f2l, m) feat. woo

❝ san got a little too excited watching you exercise in purple – his favourite colour – and wooyoung was nothing if not a tease. turning their attention back to you, they didn't expect to see you equally worked-up. ❞

⇢ PARTY OF THREE by @cybrsan (established realtionship!au, m) feat. woo

❝ Things take an unexpected turn when Wooyoung walks in on you and San. ❞

⇢ POP QUIZ by @yoongiseesawmp3 (college!au, f)

❝ who knew being late to class one day would lead to you kissing the cute ta a few days later? not you. but who’s complaining? also not you. ❞

SONG MINGI

⇢ AFTER LIKE by @sluttywoozi​ (plug!mg, light a, m, f)

❝ Mingi has been your plug for nearly three years now. You've always liked him well enough, but something has changed between you. What happens after like? ❞

part 2

⇢ ALL IN by @tenelkadjowrites (bf2l, m, ☆)

❝ A night of drunken debauchery with your best friend in Las Vegas leads to something you never could imagine. ❞

⇢ DITTO by @sluttywoozi (f2l, f, m)

❝ You've liked Mingi for a while now, but every time you try to hang out one on one, it turns into a group thing. Will you be able to act normal now that you've finally gotten him alone? ❞

⇢ DREAMER by @mingigoo (college!au, bf2l, m, f)

❝ you couldn’t live without your best friend, Mingi. You did everything together, and whenever you needed a shoulder to lean on, he was there. But when something suddenly changes how you see him, you’re not so sure you can stay friends. You wanted more. ❞

⇢ LIKE A DREAM by @cheollipop (established relationship, m, f) feat. yunho

❝ with only the orange hues of the lamp illuminating the room, they have you for the first time, and it feels just like a dream. ❞

⇢ MILKY WAY by @ad0rechuu (sm!au, idol!reader, f, a) feat. san & hwa

❝ It’s not everyday that your friends childhood friend turns out to be the girl that you literally have a fan account for, but for Seonghwa, San and Mingi it’s become a reality. being able to get close to your bias is great! even if she does have a raging crush on someone else… ❞

⇢ MIND OVER MATTER by @mingisaddctn (bf2l, m)

❝ the two things you can be sure in life is that 1. you will die and 2. you've never wanted to suck a dick so bad. ❞

⇢ ONCE by @tenelkadjowrites (roommate!au, m)

❝ After accidentally sending a naked photo of yourself to your roommate Mingi, things take a turn. ❞

⇢ ONE QUESTION by @tenelkadjowrites (best friends!au, m) feat. hwa

❝ I was wondering how long it was into the friendship before the two of you realized that you want to sleep together?” ❞

⇢ SHY CAPTAIN by @rosy-wooyoung (basketball captain!mg, college!au, f, ☆)

❝ “Are those credits really unavoidable?” you asked your friend as you counted the number of credits you earned for the past two years. “Yeah,” she answered and you huffed. “If you don’t take part in any extracurricular activities, you won’t get enough credits to pass the year. It’s written in the rules.” ❞

⇢ SLOWLY, I´M GOING DOWN by @yutasbellybuttonpiercing​ (college!au, m)

❝ mingi hates studying, but what he hates way more than that is being perceived as stupid. what mingi loves on the other hand, are pretty people getting flustered about his voice.

or mingi shows you exactly what he hates and loves. ❞

⇢ THIS NIGHT TOGETHER by @honeyhotteoks (werewolf!au, m, f, a) feat. yunho

❝ you’re finally getting your dream job, working with some of the best dancers in the business, but a job change means a break in your healthcare coverage and suppressants these days are expensive. going into heat at the studio pretty much seems like the worst case scenario, but you find yourself in the care of two alphas who won’t let you go through it alone. ❞

unfinished!

⇢ TWO IS BETTER THAN ONE by @songmingisthighs (f2l, m) feat. yunho

❝ Mingi’s sweater felt comfortable on you, it was warm and it smelled like him. Not just his perfume, but his own scent.. ❞

⇢ USE IT by @a-soft-hornytiny​ (m)

❝ Mingi has a huge dick but is shy about it and has no idea what to do with it. ❞

⇢ WE FELL IN LOVE IN AUGUST by @mingigoo (best friends brother!au, m, f)

❝ Believing that you were destined to be with your best friend seonghwa all your life, his little brother Mingi was never a thought in your mind. After reuniting with the brothers after years of being abroad, you had your mind set to get together with seonghwa—until Mingi stole your heart without warning. ❞

JUNG WOOYOUNG

⇢ GENTLE by @cheollipop (hybrid!au, m, f) feat. hwa

❝ desperate and whiny, your heat pheromones triggered wooyoung's feral instincts, forcing seonghwa to step in and teach him how to treat you properly. ❞

⇢ HEISTS AND CELEBRATIONS by @cheollipop (criminal!au, m) feat. san

❝ with the stolen necklace secured around your neck, wooyoung slumped back in his seat, fingers gripping the steering wheel while his eyes remained focused on the overhead mirror, watching his two partners celebrate another successful heist in the back of his van. ❞

⇢ MADE FOR THIS by @yoongiseesawmp3 (f2l, f, m, ☆)

❝ you’re volunteering for this year’s vacation bible school, and wooyoung’s little brother just so happens to be in your group. is it wrong of him to use kyungmin as his wing man? eh, who cares. wooyoung is just determined to get you to fall for him before the week is over, and he’ll do whatever it takes. ❞

⇢ MIDNIGHT KISSES by @mingigoo (bf2l, single parent!reader, m, f, light a, ☆)

❝ you weren’t sure how well you could raise your daughter as a single mother, but your best friend, Wooyoung, has been there every step of the way with no strings attached. When you decide that it’s time to try and date again, he realizes too late that his love for you doesn’t just stop at friendship. ❞

⇢ ONE MORE REP by @cheollipop (personal trainers!au, f2l, m) feat. san

❝ san got a little too excited watching you exercise in purple – his favourite colour – and wooyoung was nothing if not a tease. turning their attention back to you, they didn't expect to see you equally worked-up. ❞

⇢ TRY ME by @tenelkadjowrites (coworker!au, m, f, light a)

❝ Having to work with Wooyoung while your marriage is crumbling is frustrating. He’s a cocky brat and barely completes what he needs to. But when you find out your husband cheated on you, Wooyoung proves his worth in another way. ❞

⇢ PARTY OF THREE by @cybrsan (established realtionship!au, m) feat. san

❝ Things take an unexpected turn when Wooyoung walks in on you and San. ❞

⇢ PILLOW TALK by @jungkxook (fwb!au, m, f)

❝ so maybe asking your best friend to take your virginity is wrong for a number of reasons, but you swear you’re still just friends. nothing more, nor less ❞

⇢ SMILE FOR THE CAMERA by @yoongiseesawmp3 (youtuber!woo, brothers best friend!au, f)

❝ wooyoung is best friends with your brother, yeosang, so you get to see him a lot. that would be fine if you weren’t totally head over heels in love with him. now yeosang is onto you and you have to keep him from running his big mouth to wooyoung about your big fat crush. ❞

CHOI JONGHO

⇢ GET CLOSE TO ME by @honeyhotteoks (kinds e2l, m)

❝ you’re pretty sure he hates you. and you know you hate him, until a night out turns upside down. ❞

⇢ ...RAMEN BEFORE YOU GO by @mingigoo​ (neighbor!au, m, f)

❝ you thought things couldn’t get worse after finding a cat in the dumpster behind the liquor store, but now here you were, alone in your new apartment, staring at that damn cat that somehow got stuck behind the washing machine. You needed some strong hands….but the minute you met him, you didn’t want him to leave. Do you want some ramen before you go? ❞

⇢ PATIENCE by @sxcret-garden (established relationship, m)

OT8

⇢ HOTEL CALIFORNIA by @mint-yooxgi​ (yandere!au, a, m , f)

❝ You can check out any time you’d like, but you can never leave ❞

[pommpuriinn]

hii!!! I love your Athena oc!! I wish that there was more so im going to send in an ask! I would love to ask for moments at fan signs with en-!! maybe like Athena getting a marriage proposal and the boys being protective and saying no, the gifts and interactions she gets, or/and moments with en- at the fan sign! ty ILYSM!!!

꒰ᥩ ྀི ´ ˆก ꒱ ATHENA FANSIGNS

synopsis- exactly what the ask is

A/N- I’m finally actually back y’all🎉 I got a new job had 2 weeks to get better bc I also got sick while I was in my breaking point and after the 2 weeks I started my new job which I like. July was a ROUGH month for me, but I’m glad to be back to writing. Thank you to this person requesting 🫶🏼

𖤐 after the successful release of ‘xo’ it was time for fansignings which Athena was really excited about seeing engenes again and getting to know new engenes, along with catching up with previous engenes

𖤐 engenes were excited to talk to a flirty Athena including seeing her new hair for the era up and close, and they didn’t hold back on all the gifts they prepared for her

𖤐 “unnie is so happy to see you!” Engene couldn’t help but cover her big smile with her hand seeing her cat like eyes. “Mm, me too~” Athena gave a playful pout with her head cocked to the side while sliding her hand over to interlock their hands together. That action definitely caught the poor engene by surprise, making them flushed

𖤐 “I see that Athena-ah is having fun teasing her members this new comeback.” Athena had been way too playful with the members that even the staff are a bit curious with their relationship. “I am,” Athena chuckles. “They’re like my toys.” Athena gently pats Jungwon’s head who was sitting next to her with a jokingly scowl on his face

𖤐 “I’m happy that you colored your hair after a while.” Athena was really happy with all the reaction she got with her white highlights after not dyeing it since the dark blood era. “I’m relieved that engenes like it. Since you guys loved my dark red hair I had for ‘bite me’.”

𖤐 even though Athena is happy to see k-engenes she truly loves seeing international engenes since they might not have as many chances as k-engene to see the group. “I flew from France to see the comeback promotions.” Athena gasped hearing that this engene came from her birth place. “You’re from France?! I’m so glad you were able to come. I’ll definitely try to spot you wherever I can.” Athena held her hands tight while expressing her gratitude towards the engene

𖤐 many engene gave Athena many cat accessories making her laugh with how much engenes associate Athena with a cat. Some gave Athena different crowns since she’s the princess of Enhypen. Athena’s favorite of getting gifted the ratatouille headband where he hold to pieces of your hair

𖤐 is was getting to the end of the actually signing part of the event and since Athena was the last member to sign the rest finally got up and stretch around waiting for Athena to be done. The last fan was a male engene which the members didn’t really sense anything weird about the guy until Heeseung notice the guy gifting Athena a wedding veil. It’s like if one member sense something it sends signal waves to the other members because they all turn their heads in unison.

“Oh, for me?” Athena nervously laughed. “Yes for you. I wanted to propose to you before I’m about to serve my military duty.” The fanboy started to sweat a bit. “I-”

“She can’t.” Sunghoon leaned on the table. “She’s too young.” Jay stood by Athena’s left side also leaning on the table. “Noona is too precious for us to let go yet.” Sunoo came from behind Athena while wrapping his arms around her shoulders. “But have a good military service.” Niki smiled while he closed the album for Athena and handed it over to the poor guy, who was in shocked with how they all came around Athena. “O-oh…thanks.” He slowly stood up from the chair. “Thanks for the gift and have a healthy and safe duty.” Athena did a little salute at her fanboy

𖤐 “You’re ours.” Jake mumbled, while taking the veil off of Athena and placed a cute set of cat ears making Athena laugh at their protective side

𖤐 Athena is quite nosey when it comes to gifts that engenes gift to the other members, so you will always catch her looking into the other members’ boxes to see what she can find

𖤐 a favorite activity that engenes and Athena enjoy is when she plays dress up with her members. She would grab different items and get her victim (mostly Heeseung) and start dressing him up.

𖤐 always has to get Jungwon and Jay to wear cat ears with her so they pose for pictures, and if one tries to get out of it Athena would point a toy gun to their heads making the group burst out laughing at Athena threatening them. “You guys need to stop gifting her toy guns. It gets to her head!” Jay yelled

𖤐 mischievous Athena starts to annoy Niki on purpose like getting in the way when he’s poses acting like she didn’t know, or slapping the plushie his has out of his hand. Ends with her in a headlock while Niki is ruffling up her hair, so when she finally gets out of his headlock her hair is all messed up and puffy

𖤐 Sunghoon to the rescue with fixing whatever Niki has messed up. After he’s done Athena looks up and tries to kiss him making him panic and engenes scream. Engene sees it as Athena would never actually do it, but Sunghoon knows she would if only he didn’t back away

𖤐 with causing chaos to the other members she is an angel to her one and only Sunoo. They both act like models giving iconic poses, using gifts as props and going as far as Athena fully laying on the table giving their best poses for free

𖤐 the boys sometimes get jealous at their fansites taking photos of the other members, but when it comes to Athena they will literally offer to take the photos for them since they can get close to Athena and not them

𖤐 fansigns are mostly lets spoil and takes pictures of our princess Athena and protect her at all costs



[hoeneymilktea]

deciphered ✧ tooru oikawa chapter 1 | downtown tokyo

Your cousin, Hajime Iwaizumi—whom you haven't seen in a long time, invited you to support him at the largest street racing event in Tokyo. He told you he was a part of the Seijoh Brawlers, one of the notorious top five gangs affiliated with the underground street racing scene. Once he introduced you to his leader, Tooru Oikawa, a.k.a. Cypher—your interest piqued, curiously wanting to understand the true meaning behind his alleged nickname.

✧ pairing — tooru oikawa / afab reader ✧ genre — erotica/smut, action romance, crime romance, dark romance (absolutely no dv/sa), psychological thriller, crime/detective mystery ✧ rating — very explicit, 18+ mdni ✧ chapter word count — 17.1k ✧ content warnings — violence, street racing, references to drugs, explicit sexual content, heavy angst. see below break for chapter specific warnings ↴

author's note — This fanfic is inspired by the beautiful and amazing fanart of Street Racer AU Tooru Oikawa. Artist is @aikk00. disclaimer — I do not condone the romanticization of the yakuza or the reality of gang life as I intended not to portray that kind of interpretation, nor promote the activity of illegal street racing. Do not seek out these types of experiences as this work is just a piece of fiction. Please remember to read at your own risk.

downtown tokyo ⇢ cypher's condo ⇢ ramen & racing

✧ chapter specific content warnings: smoking, vaping, references to drugs

“I’d love it if you could come to my race tonight. It’s the largest one in Tokyo.”

You placed your right hand on your heart, clutching the fabric of your shirt while letting out a half sincere mutter of endearment, laughing directly after. The sound of a loud cackle echoed through the phone on the other side as you tilted your head, staring straight into Iwaizumi’s eyes.

“Aw. I’m flattered, Hajime. I’ll support you no matter what, anything for my favorite cousin.” You smiled brightly at him, showing off the front of your teeth with the edges of your mouth curled up; the same smile you always gave him when you both were younger.

He shyly chuckled and grinned through the video call, rubbing the back of his neck with his left hand. “I’m so excited to finally see you again. It’s been so long since we were kids.”

“Yeah it has,” you replied, placing your phone back on your desk while propping it up behind a water bottle. As you looked back to your laptop, your hand scribbled down another drawing from your organic chemistry lecture slides carelessly onto your notebook.

Iwaizumi’s mother was your father’s older sister, which made you first cousins. The two of you would play and hang out all the time until a disagreement between your aunt and your father made it impossible to see him anymore, completely disconnecting you both for years. Over a decade had passed by since you had last seen him, recognizing he was not the same cousin you once knew during childhood.

He was always into cars ever since he was younger, given your father was a car guy himself—showing off his prized 2006 Mitsubishi Lancer to Iwaizumi, always letting him help fix the car alongside your help. He explained he was studying to be a mechanic at the University of Tokyo, and that street racing was a side hustle that he was a part of to earn some extra cash for tuition.

“So when I get there, where should I go? I’ve never really been to a street race before,” you asked while writing down the last bit of information from your lecture onto your notebook.

Iwaizumi looked up and pondered for a moment before replying, resting the crook of his hand beneath his chin. “You can be my special guest for the race, so you'll be able to stand with the guys in the Brawlers pit. I’ll make sure one of the Seijoh boys can keep you company.”

You weren’t sure what he meant—while squinting your eyes, you made a confused face, showing you weren’t very knowledgeable in his street racing lingo. “Brawlers pit? Seijoh boys?”

“Oh yeah, sorry about that. Don’t tell my mom, but I’ve been initiated into the Seijoh Brawlers. Have you heard of them?” Iwaizumi’s eyes quickly widened as he held his breath, making you skeptical of his intentions.

“No,” you immediately replied, cocking your left eyebrow up. “Are they like the best racers or something?”

“Yeah kind of. The Seijoh Brawlers are part of the top five gangs associated with the street racing scene in Tokyo.” Iwaizumi shamefully explained while looking down from the camera.

You looked up at your phone with an astonished expression, pursing your lips to the side of your face. Scolding him through the phone, you pinched your eyebrows together. “Gangs? Hajime, come on. How’d you get yourself involved in something like that?”

“Please, don’t tell your dad or my mom,” Iwaizumi begged through the phone. “They’re my boys—my ride or dies.”

You smiled at his remark, chuckling under your breath as you glided your pencil along your notebook, the graphite leaving tiny smears on the paper. “I won’t, don’t worry. I haven’t really talked to my dad in a while anyways.”

“I hope so because if I win this race, I get about a million yen in cash. This is a huge deal for me, it could help pay for university.” Iwaizumi placed his phone closer to his face and zoomed in the camera. You could tell how he was excited about tonight as he smiled brightly through the screen, peering straight at your face.

“Oh that’s actually really convenient,” you responded, quite shocked at the amount of money he would be able to win. “That’s basically a semester’s worth of tuition.”

You heard a few voices mumble through the call as Iwaizumi lowered the phone down from his face. Only the bottom of his chin could be seen through the screen as his head nodded in agreement to the voices in the background.

“Oh shit—I’m sorry, I gotta get going. I have to meet with Cypher before the race starts,” Iwaizumi rustled through the phone, facing it towards himself one more time. “Remember, meet me at the race in Downtown Tokyo! Just go to the Brawlers’ pit when you arrive, you should see us wearing white and teal. I’ll see you when I get there, bye!”

Iwaizumi hung up the phone immediately without explaining any further, leaving the microphone cutting off with the beep at the end of the call. You were slightly irritated at him for not giving you any more information than he provided, not sure what to do, except meet him at the race. He only gave vague details—the address of the car meet and the colors of the Seijoh Brawlers, not even any information on what kind of car he drove.

By the time you finished up your chemistry homework, there was about an hour and half left in order to get ready and leave before Iwaizumi’s race had started. You still questioned why he nonchalantly mentioned he was part of a gang, as most members usually do not disclose that kind of information so suddenly. Time really did fly as you acknowledged how much you both had changed since the last time you saw him, now confirming he wasn’t the same cousin you once knew.

It was around the twenty-third hour of the day when you arrived at a packed parking lot filled with people crowding around different types of cars, recognizing a few popular models such as the American-imported Ford Mustang and the Nissan Skyline. Most were customized with large decals of their car clubs, gang names or lewd female anime characters, all surrounded by people dispersed into smaller circles. A lot of them were men, but you were able to spot a few women hanging around the larger crowds as well.

You were not able to find Iwaizumi or the colors of the Seijoh Brawlers he mentioned, aimlessly wandering around the larger crowds, not sure where to walk to. While scanning through the parking lot, you saw groups of men dressed in red, yellow, grey and black—yet you couldn’t manage to find the white and teal colors he had told you to look for.

As you pressed down a green button on your phone, you tried calling Iwaizumi again, yet no answer every time it rang. You blew up his inbox by sending repeated text messages of ‘Where are you?’, ‘What car are you driving?’ and ‘If you don’t respond I’m telling Auntie!’.

You gave up knowing he might have been with the Seijoh Brawlers preparing for “the largest street race in Tokyo”, or at least that’s how Iwaizumi advertised it as. Looking down at your phone as you sent the hundredth text to him, you accidentally bumped into a large figure, almost knocking you down onto your feet.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” you apologized as you dusted off the dirt from your black dress. While picking out an outfit, you weren’t sure what people usually wore to a street race. In your closet resided your father’s old denim jacket he used to wear in high school, thinking perhaps you could commemorate his presence.

You looked up at a muscular man in a black tank top and red cargo pants smirking to himself as he took off his black shades. Staring into his hazel eyes, you questioned to yourself why he was wearing sunglasses at night.

“I apologize, shawty.” The man with spiked black hair bent down and reached out to grab your hand. “Whaddup girl, how you doing? The name's DK, who’re you?”

“Um,” you hesitated as you dodged his question, placing your hands inside your oversized denim jacket while firmly looking at him in the eyes despite his intimidating gaze. “I’m just here to see my cousin. He’s part of the Seijoh Brawlers, do you know where they are?”

“Oh, them.” The man scoffed and laughed before he whistled and waved for a woman with long black hair and large gold hoop earrings to come forth. She had a nasty scowl on her face when he called her over, but as soon as she walked up to the both of you, it faded away and changed into a sweet smile when she saw your face.

“Hey baby,” her voice was enticing and smooth, almost like a harmony in your ear. She looked at you with a closed grin on her face and her hands in a red bomber jacket labeled Nekoma Crew across the left side of her chest. “What’s up?”

“Shawty here says her cousin is part of the Seijoh Brawlers.” The man placed his left hand on your back and slightly shoved you toward the woman. “Take her to them, Leia.”

“Whatever you say, DK.” She rolled her eyes and placed her hand on your back as you both began to walk in the opposite direction.

She strolled ahead of you; the label DK on the back of her Nekoma Crew bomber jacket flashed proudly from one side to the other. The woman turned around and looked back with a smile on her face, the fake contact lenses around her irises glistening underneath the passing streetlight.

“Hey, my name’s Leia. What’s yours?” She stopped walking for a moment and placed her right hand out to greet you.

You replied with your first name, grabbing her hand and shaking it firmly. Despite her short and petite stature, Leia exuded a strong sense of confidence and boldness within her posture, wondering to yourself if she was a racer as well. Though noticing the gloves peeking out from her pocket and the scuffs of soot on her knees, you presumed she could have been a mechanic instead.

“Is this your first time attending a street race?” She tilted her head and raised both of her eyebrows, her long black hair slicked over to her left shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m here to support my cousin.” You placed your right hand back into your pocket as Leia took off the red bomber jacket on her shoulders and tied it around her hips. It rested atop her high waisted booty shorts, uncovering her black lacy bralette and a beautiful yakuza-style koi fish tattoo on her left shoulder.

“So your cousin is in the Seijoh Brawlers? Eh, they’re alright,” Leia slowed down a bit to walk alongside you as she crossed her arms and turned her head. She shot you a charming smile and winked accordingly as her straight long black hair flowed over her shoulder, exposing her orange koi fish tattoo yet again. “They’re not as good as the Nekoma Crew, but you know I’m being biased.”

You smiled to yourself, continuing to walk alongside her in a direction you weren’t sure of. The sound of music blasted throughout the parking lot, multiple speakers going off playing different kinds of American hip-hop and rap from all the groups of men dressed in matching bomber jackets. Turning your head to face Leia, you quickly pointed back towards the crowd with your thumb before placing your hand back into your pocket.

“So, who are the best racers here? I thought street racing was an individual thing, so what’s the deal with all these teams?” You looked down at your white shoes gliding along the asphalt before looking back up at her again. The sounds of noisy chatter and car engines revving filled the silence between you and Leia as you both walked past a crowd of men surrounding a vintage American-imported car.

“You want the long answer or the short answer?” Leia slyly asked.

“I guess the long answer,” you replied, looking up at the street lights right above your head. “I don’t really know what’s going on here, I guess you can say I’m clueless. My knowledge in car culture is pretty much limited.”

Leia smiled excitedly and clasped her hands together as she stopped right in front of a pink Honda S2000 and sat on top of it, motioning for you to come and sit on the hood right next to her. You looked at her worryingly before checking the time on your phone, noticing it was thirty minutes before midnight.

“The races don’t start for another half hour. We have time,” She stretched out her arms and yawned as you sat next to her and kept your hands in the pockets of your denim jacket. You looked around the parking lot, noticing more cars starting to roll in through the entrance connecting to the main street.

You were slightly worried about trailing off with a random stranger instead of searching for your cousin, still adamant on looking out for the white and teal colors around the crowds. The underground culture of street racing was familiar to you, yet it never crossed your mind in these recent years because it had been awhile since you’ve worked on a car. The only reason you knew some basic car models and just the bare minimum was from conversations with Iwaizumi and your father.

“Obviously you met DK,” Leia looked up at the street lights above her parked car. In the distance you could see part of the bright Tokyo skyline, the overpass of several highways towering above the large area of the car meet. “His real name is Tetsurou Kuroo. Everyone calls him DK, though.”

You continued to stare at the horizon, the city lights shining brightly against the night sky. “DK? What does that mean?”

“Drift King,” Leia responded with a large smile on her face as she swung her legs back and forth. “All the girls call him Dragon King because of the dragon tattoo on his arm, but if you’re lucky enough to sleep with him you’re able to see the full thing on his back.” Leia hummed as she looked up at the highway overpass, watching cars speed by.

“Drift King?” You pondered while raising an eyebrow, knowing the word sounded familiar, yet not familiar enough for you to remember.

“He’s the best drift racer in all of Tokyo. You know when cars do donuts around in a circle?” Leia swirled her finger in a circular motion to mimic a full revolution. “It’s like that, but cooler.”

You both looked back at Kuroo leaning against the side of his bright red Nissan 350Z, flexing his right bicep while proudly showing off the dragon tattoo across his arm. Another guy with dyed blonde hair tied back into a small bun came up to him, handing a wrench from the toolbelt around his waist.

“That guy right next DK is Kenma Kozume, a.k.a. Snake Eyes.” Leia mentioned, motioning her finger to his direction. “He doesn’t race, but he’s the best mechanic on Nekoma, the absolute mastermind behind DK’s excellent drifting. If your car gets tuned by Snake Eyes, you’re bound to win the race.”

“Nekoma,” you looked towards the label on Kuroo’s bomber jacket that Leia had around her waist. “Is that your car club?”

“Yeah, kind of. We’re part of the top five gangs in all of Tokyo for street racing,” Leia explained with her head leaned back. “The others, not as good as Nekoma, but also in the top five—Seijoh, just like your cousin,” She turned her head to face your body, the ends of her lips curled up against her cheeks. “Fukurodani, Inarizaki and Karasuno as well.”

“Damn,” you exasperated. “That’s a lot of names to remember.”

“I’m sure your cousin can probably help you out on it,” Leia whistled. “Just know their names and color associations and you should be fine.”

You both heard a boom of laughter, followed by the revving of a loud car engine. A grey Mitsubishi Eclipse with yellow rims on the tires passed by Leia’s car as it blasted a song with heavy bass—you recognized it as Drake’s Nonstop.

A man with spiky grey hair sat in the driver’s seat as you both watched him pull over and back into an empty parking space, diligently hopping out of his vehicle. He enthusiastically chuckled with other men dressed in grey around him, the bright yellow font of their nicknames plastered on the back of their bomber jackets.

“That’s Kotarou Bokuto, a.k.a. Blackjack.” Leia mentioned with her head tilted and a smile on her face. “You can hear him and his car from a mile away.”

You looked back over at Bokuto who stood proudly in his grey bomber jacket, talking to another guy in the same one with the words Fukurodani Squad labeled on the front. He immediately slapped the man’s back, another laughter erupting from his mouth as his eyebrows raised up in an enthusiastic nature. They all surrounded silver cars with yellow accents, their side of the parking lot blasting upbeat drum and bass music.

“Bokuto is extremely popular around here and makes an interesting rival for the racers. He doesn’t drift, but somehow always seems to give DK a hard time when they race.” Leia pointed to a man talking to Bokuto with short black hair and blue eyes, a toothpick resting in between the corner of his lips. “Keiji Akaashi, a.k.a. Spades—also an excellent mechanic. Not comparable to Kenma, but always comes up with new tricks for Blackjack’s Eclipse.”

“What about the others? You mentioned Inarizaki and Karasuno, right?” You questioned while placing both of your elbows on top of your knees, slumping your body forward on top of Leia’s car. “Sorry if I keep asking too many questions, I just wanna make sure I’m understanding everything correctly. So far, everyone seems pretty interesting.”

“Oh it’s no problem. I always hate that feeling of never knowing what’s going on, so I’m glad I can help you out. There aren’t that many of us here in a male-dominated subculture, so I always get excited when I see another girl out here enjoying her time, taking an interest.”

She scanned across the parking lot and spotted the corner with a group of men surrounding all-black cars as sleek as the night—looking the most intimidating out of all of the gangs in the car meet. Although all of them had black hoodies and black jeans covering the majority of their bodies, the snake tattoos on all of their necks stood out clear as day. Cigarette smoke and vapor clouds surround their section of the parking lot, making it impossible to see their faces clearly.

“Those guys right there are the Inarizaki Bois. They’re extremely pretentious, but they deserve to be by how amazingly fast they are on the track.” A man with silver hair and black tips rested against a Nissan Silvia S15 with a cigarette in between his lips, chatting with another member.

“Shinsuke Kita, their main racer, a.k.a. Sly Fox. He always starts off at last place, but by the end, easily jumps up to first. He catches up to you within a second, it’s fucking ridiculous.” Leia crossed her arms and stared straight at the two identical twins arguing right next to Kita—one leaning against another black car as the other yelled in his face.

“Those are the Miya Brothers. They have the exact same car, color and model. When they’re both in a race, you can never tell which car is which,” Leia scoffed, obviously annoyed by something. “Atsumu Miya, a.k.a. Thrasher—the blonde one, fucked up my car once during a race. He’s a prick.”

You nodded your head in agreement, giving your pity. “That seems annoying.”

In an instant, Leia swiveled her body towards you with an annoyed face. “It cost thousands to fix my car after that. What a fucking pain.”

A large crowd roared as you noticed a sleek black Lexus LFA with electric blue accents across the body roll up from the entrance of the parking lot, the sound of their engine rumbling low to the ground.  Following behind was an orange Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution, the same model of car your father used to have.

“Oh look here, it’s the Tyrant, Tobio Kageyama of the Karasuno Killers.”

Leia pointed to the driver of the Lexus LFA, watching him give a distasteful scowl to the crowd. His black hair slicked back against his forehead while his dark blue eyes matched the aura of his car. You both watched him roll up to the section of the parking lot dedicated to the Karasuno Killers, noticing all of the members wearing orange, while he wore all black.

“Kageyama’s new to the scene, yet he’s placed first in every single race he’s been in. He overthrew the reigning champion of drift racing in all of Tokyo, actually. Yet, he’s still fairly new, so we call him the Tyrant.”

You looked towards Kageyama again as he let out an exhale of clouds from the vape he took a hit off of, passing the mod to a man with a shaved head. “He’s pretty much an outcast, but he knew that joining a gang had to be the only way for him to get recognition in the underground racing scene. He’s pretty much the main racer on the Karasuno Killers for now.”

“You sure do know a lot about all the racers here.” You turned your head to the left, noticing Leia had aimlessly looked up into the sky. “Are you close with everyone?”

“Mmm, you can say that.” She closed her eyes and continued to lean her head back, placing her left hand against the hood of her car. “I just have connections to a lot of people. DK is beloved by basically everyone here, which also means I’ve gotten to know all the top racers.”

You both jolted up from the boom of several engines roaring near the front entrance of the parking lot as the crowd in front of you cheered. Your eyes followed a line of bright white cars from different companies and models, all with teal accents on the edges of the side skirts.

They all followed a single white Mazda RX-7 Veilside Fortune with black accents and teal stripes on the edge of the windows. Every single car in the queue had their windows tinted dark, making it impossible to see who was driving in any of the vehicles. You assumed by the colors that it was the Seijoh Brawlers, which meant one of the cars belonged to Iwaizumi.

“Ah, just in time. Speaking of the top racers, the Seijoh Brawlers definitely hold some of the best.” Leia propped her feet up onto the hood of her car and rested her chin on her knees, bringing her legs close to her body. “Your cousin should be in that lineup.”

A crowd of people gathered around the Seijoh Brawlers as the drivers backed into their parking spots and stepped out of their vehicles. All of the men had white t-shirts and teal bomber jackets, bright lettering of their nicknames plastered across their backs.

The man that was leading the pack in the Mazda RX-7 Fortune stepped out with his back turned against the crowd, his right hand pulling back his bangs. Instead of a bomber jacket, he wore an open Off-White button down shirt with his sleeves rolled up, the customized moniker Cypher written across the back. The minute he turned around, your interest piqued—although you were across the parking lot, his eyes fixated in the direction of where you and Leia were sitting.

“Tooru Oikawa—a.k.a. Cypher,” Leia mumbled as she continued to rest her chin onto her knees. “Reigning champion of the street races, best in Tokyo. Recently overthrown by the Tyrant.”

Oikawa continued to look in your direction, yet you could not tell where his eyes were fixated on. You saw an expressionless yet intimidating look plaster across his face before he turned around back to the Seijoh Brawlers. “Interesting nickname. Why’s he called Cypher?”

“There’s two meanings,” Leia clarified. “He’s called Cypher because when he drifts, he makes perfect zeros into the road. There is never a moment where his drifts and spins aren’t calculated perfectly. If Kuroo wasn’t already established as the Drift King, Oikawa would definitely claim that title.”

You immediately recognized your cousin the moment he walked out of his white Subaru WRX STI, going up to Oikawa and whispering something into his ear. You stared intently at Iwaizumi, hoping he saw you across the parking lot.

“The other meaning,” Leia continued as she stared directly at Oikawa. “Cypher’s a blank slate. No one knows what kind of person he truly is. Sure, he puts on a front—everyone has to. But under that intimidating act, he’s impossible to crack.”

A Seijoh Brawlers member handed Oikawa his white bomber jacket with Cypher written across the back. In one swift motion, he effortlessly slid both of his arms through the sleeves with a smug look on his face. It appeared that he was the leader of the gang with his contrasting colors and confident demeanor.

“He spent several years leading a faction under a yakuza clan called the Kitagawa Daiichi down south in Osaka. He made some serious money off the kinds of businesses he did, that’s how you know he was able to afford his luxurious custom Veilside RX-7.”

“Oh, so these gangs aren’t just car clubs,” you continued to stare at Oikawa, observing him prop open the hood of his car as he let one of the members of the Seijoh Brawlers inspect underneath. “The yakuza is involved.”

“With anything illegal, the yakuza will always be involved.” Leia pursed her lips, squinting her eyelids. “Even with underground street racing, you can never seem to escape them.”

“What kind of person is he?” You nodded your head and pointed your chin towards Oikawa, swinging your legs off the edge of the car. “Just by first glance, he looks like the kind of person to take up two parking spots.”

You both began to chuckle together as Leia grabbed onto your arm, leaning in to rest her head on your shoulder. With her eyes closed and a large smile on her face, she let out a loud high pitched wheeze—for which you could not resist laughing along to as well.

“You know what, I really like you. You’re pretty funny.” She took in a long deep breath before staring back towards the Seijoh Brawlers, looking back straight in the direction of Oikawa.

“But honestly, it beats me. Cypher’s pretty much your run-of-the-mill bad boy, if you also include he’s the top racer in the underground street racing scene. But unfortunately, no one—including me, knows a thing about him, only his business. No one can decipher the great Cypher.”

You noticed Iwaizumi talking to him, noting back when he mentioned having to meet with a guy named Cypher before the race. After the information Leia had disclosed about Oikawa, you couldn’t help but speculate about how Iwaizumi was able to involve himself with a guy like him. You crossed your legs on top of Leia’s S2000 while peering straight at your cousin, still hoping he was able to notice you.

“The guy talking to Cypher,” you pointed towards Iwaizumi peering underneath the hood of Oikawa’s car. “That’s my cousin.”

Leia whipped around the hood of her car and got extremely close to your face; the shocked expression in her eyes revealing it all. “Indigo is your cousin?!”

“Fucking—who?”

“Hajime Iwaizumi, he’s your cousin?” Leia reiterated, switching back to formalities.

You backed away just enough to put some distance between you and Leia. “Yeah, is he a big deal around here?”

“He’s pretty much the entire package,” Leia explained. “An amazing mechanic and a pretty fucking good racer. Girls would kill to sleep with your cousin.” She winked her left eye at you, obviously swooned by Iwaizumi’s underground street racing reputation.

“Ugh, I don’t want to hear about that.” You crinkled your nose with a scowl on your face, disgusted by Leia’s remark. All she did was shoot you another playful smile in return, tapping her fingers along the hood of her car. “I didn’t know he was pretty popular around here.”

“You should probably go see him before his race starts, let him know you’re here.” Leia stretched out her arms up in the air before placing her feet back onto the ground, grabbing your hand right after. “Here, I’ll take you to them.”

You hopped off the hood of her Honda S2000 and fixed your dress before placing your hands inside the pockets of your denim jacket again. As you walked alongside her in the direction of the Seijoh Brawlers, you held in your breath, trying your best to slow down your rapid heart rate. In a few moments, it would be the first time you and Iwaizumi had seen each other in over a decade.

As you approached their section of the parking lot, almost all of the members of the Seijoh Brawlers noticed you two immediately, eyeing you both up and down with skeptical looks on their faces. Iwaizumi and Oikawa didn’t take notice, yet one man with spiked black hair almost in the shape of a mohawk approached in your direction, shaking his arms in a crossed motion.

“Sorry ladies, we’re busy preparing for the race.” The man suddenly grabbed Leia’s arm, almost pulling her away from you.

“Fuck off, Kindaichi.” Leia swatted his arm away from her body, causing him to retract back. “Don’t ever fucking touch me again, onionhead. Anyways, this is Indigo’s cousin. She’s supposed to be here.”

Iwaizumi and Oikawa looked back at the mention of your cousin’s nickname, observing his eyes widening as his face gleamed in joy. He dropped whatever he was working on and rushed to greet you, leaving Oikawa behind.

“You made it!” Iwaizumi’s muscular figure swallowed you into a giant hug, his arms squeezing behind your back. You were so glad to see your favorite cousin again after a decade, and this moment made it seem entirely worth it. Here you were, now both adults, hugging and celebrating just like when you both were kids.

When you opened your eyes again, you noticed Leia walking away, swinging her keys along a single fingertip as her work boots clicked against the asphalt. Without looking back, she lifted up her left hand and waved goodbye.

Iwaizumi gave you one last tight hug before retracting back. You noticed how the ends of his smile lifted up his cheeks high to the point where it overshadowed his eyes, almost completely mirroring the one he used to give when you last saw him. No matter what his reputation was in the underground street racing scene, you would never see him other than his childish and loving self.

“Here, let me introduce you to Cypher. He’s pretty chill.” Iwaizumi put his hand on your shoulder as he began to walk over in the direction of Oikawa, who already turned his head to look at you both. His intimidating expression stared straight into your eyes, making you slightly uncomfortable.

“Cypher, this is my cousin. She’s the one I was telling you about.” Oikawa smirked and nodded his head, acknowledging your presence. In front of him, the hood of his Mazda RX-7 Fortune was propped up against its support strut as he prepared his car for one of the races. His hands were placed firmly against the edge of his front bumper, holding up most of his upper body by both of his arms.

“Hey.” You raised your hand to wave as you stated your name, quickly shaking your palm with a soft smile on your lips. “Nice to meet you.”

The smug look on his face transformed into an intimidating and malicious stare, assuming like he was trying to read right through your front. He looked up and down your figure with his right eyebrow raised and a pouty lip, scanning every inch of your body.

“You got a pretty cousin, Indy.” Oikawa shut the hood of his car and placed his left hand inside the pockets of his black jeans, turning his body towards the both of you. A chuckle escaped under his breath as he ran the fingers of his other hand through his bangs, pulling back the wispy strands of hair against his head. “She’s basically perfect like you said, a total fucking cutie in my eyes.”

“Bro, shut the fuck up.” Iwaizumi retorted through his teeth with an irritated tone as he attempted to slap Oikawa’s arm, causing him to slightly jolt back in order to escape. “Don’t hit on my cousin right in front of me ever again.”

You lowered your eyelids and buried your hands deeper into the pockets of your father’s oversized denim jacket, looking away from Oikawa’s gaze. The ends of his mouth curled up into his cheeks before he chuckled to himself in a playful manner, shaking off his complacent demeanor—yet, you couldn’t tell if he was being sincere.

“Relax, Indy. I was just stating the truth.” Oikawa began to walk towards your direction, sliding right next to Iwaizumi in order to teasingly slap his back hard, insinuating a reaction from the both of you.

“Uh, okay. Whatever, Cypher.” Iwaizumi spat as Oikawa laughed quietly, bringing up a fist to his lips to silence himself. In a matter of seconds, you observed him quickly sneak up behind you, placing his right hand on your shoulder.

You turned around and backed up for a minute, startled by his sudden approach. Instinctively, you swatted his hand away from the top of your shoulder without saying a word. An uncomfortable expression grew on your face as you stared at him in irritation, the corners of your mouth slightly turned down.

“Woah,” Oikawa offered you his hand to shake. “I apologize if I came off too rude, let me introduce myself properly.”

You took notice of a similar yakuza-style dragon tattoo across his right arm, the tail extending to the inside of his wrist. An ominous grin formed on his face as you fixed your eyes towards the head of the dragon placed on the right side of his neck, observing its mouth wrapped all the way around his nape. Assuming it was related to his affiliation down in Osaka, you raised one eyebrow up in curiosity.

“The name’s Tooru Oikawa. Everyone here calls me Cypher, but you can call me anytime.”

“You’re such a menace to society.” Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.

You crinkled your nose and hesitantly shook his hand, noticing the grip on his handshake was gentle and light. His hand was surprisingly faint and nimble, something you didn’t expect from someone who frequently worked on cars. Though, his fingers were quite long comparative to the size of your hand, watching his palm completely swallow over yours. Oikawa’s brown hair looked soft as it curled so easily at the ends, sticking up behind his head like he had just rolled out of bed.

Yet, it was his brown eyes that caught your complete attention—his pupils enlarged as he stared straight into yours, absolutely hypnotizing you into a trance. Although you wanted to deny it at the moment, you couldn’t help but admit he was extremely attractive. You weren’t sure if it was the tattoos, the upfront cocky attitude, or the hard-to-crack demeanor, but something about him intrigued your interest.

“You don’t have to be scared of me, I won’t bite.” Oikawa reassured as he dropped his hand back into the pockets of his jeans, tilting his head to the right before shooting you a wink. “Unless you want me to.”

You were all interrupted by the sound of several car engines revving, hearing someone in the distance exclaim the second race was about to begin and the racers should line up at the base of the road above the parking lot. Iwaizumi slapped Oikawa’s back, causing him to jump up.

“I gotta move, Cypher. Take her up to the spectator platform and keep her company, yeah?” Iwaizumi patted your shoulder gave you a kind smile before turning his head back to Oikawa. “Don’t try any shit, or I’ll break your neck. Got it?”

“Loud and clear, Indigo. I quite like my neck, so I won’t try anything that isn’t up to her decision.” Oikawa grinned from ear to ear as he turned his head to face you, both of his hands resting inside the front pockets of his black jeans.

Iwaizumi gave him a thumbs up before rushing inside his white Subaru WRX STI, upstarting the ignition before revving the engine, watching the car rumble beneath asphalt. Right after he rolled down both of his windows, he waved goodbye to the both of you as he joined the other four racers from the rivaling gangs at the starting lineup near the entrance of the parking lot.

“Let’s get going, the second race is about to start.” Oikawa delicately patted his right hand on your shoulder before placing it back into his pocket, weary of not making you uncomfortable anymore.

You both walked up to his Mazda RX-7, noticing a large white decal labeled Veilside above on his windshield. The car itself was positioned low to the ground to counter the effects of inertia, the bumpers and side skirts almost touching the asphalt. The entire body of the car was white, except for the black accents on the side of his car doors.

He guided you to the passenger’s side, wrapping his fingers around the handle before swinging it open, gesturing for you to enter. When you ducked your head and peered in, the interior of his car was entirely black, the crisp scent from the inside dissipating out into the fresh air of the parking lot.

Oikawa leaned his body on the side of the door with a smile on his face, patiently waiting. “You should get in.”

You gulped down a dry swallow before entering the passenger seat of his car, feeling your whole body sink to the floor with the seat positioned low. While stretching out your legs, you looked down at your shoes and noticed your legs shake from the cold outside gust of air.

Oikawa shut the door and walked to the front of his car, staring intently as he made his way over to the driver’s side. You inhaled deeply, taking in the fresh scent of the interior—as expected, it smelled pristine and well taken care of, something you expected no less from a car guy.

He opened the driver’s side door and swung his body in by holding onto the roof with his right hand, shutting it quickly before placing his keys into the ignition. The car roared underneath you, feeling the low rumble of the engine vibrate throughout the whole body. Oikawa looked over with a sly smirk, his eyelids half open before placing his left hand on the gearstick before swiftly shifting the car into reverse.

Oikawa’s Mazda RX-7 Veilside Fortune rumbled as he backed out of his parking space, the transmission moving as he shifted from first into second gear. He rolled out of the car meet, letting his headlights shine brightly through the crowd that made space for him to pass through as he drove straight up the ramp leading to the freeway above the parking lot.

A swarm of people gathered around five cars at the starting line—Iwaizumi being one of them, directly in the middle. Oikawa parked his car on the platform above the crowd where you were able to get a glimpse of all the racers. You noticed that you both were alone on the platform the minute he turned off the engine, only the silence between you two and the echoes of the cars in the distance could be heard.

He took the keys out of the ignition and stayed in place, a small exhale releasing through his nose as he leaned back in his seat. While not moving a muscle, you kept your eyes fixed on Iwaizumi’s car—intently watching the smoke trail out of his exhaust, hoping it could distract you from the awkward tension between you and Oikawa.

“Do I make you nervous?” He nonchalantly asked in a deep tone, breaking the silence.

You look over to Oikawa’s right hand on top of the steering wheel, his upper body facing entirely towards your direction. When he rested his left hand behind your seat and forced a smile, you could instantly tell it had a malicious intent behind it.

“Not really,” you choked while slightly turning your head, only for him to peer his eyes deeper into your gaze. “Just what I’ve heard about you makes me curious.”

Oikawa shifted his position and crossed his arms, noticing his interest had piqued while leaning on his car door, facing your direction. “Oh? What have you heard?”

“That no one knows who you really are,” you stared back into his eyes, noticing a slight glimmer in his brown irises. Other cars, all from the Seijoh Brawlers, drove past him and parked close alongside the RX-7. Their passing headlights shone on Oikawa’s figure, his thin gold chain brightly reflected against the illumination.

He hummed nonchalantly before pulling out an e-cigarette out of his pocket, taking in a large puff off the small black bar. When he opened his mouth, a trail of white vapor escaped his lips—only for him to inhale it back in through his nose, fully exhaling the remaining vapor clouds out through his teeth. He offered you the e-cigarette after he took another hit, placing the bar in between his fingers.

“I also heard you spent some time down south in Osaka.” You accepted his offer and took the e-cigarette in between your hands, inspecting the metal before politely changing your mind and handing it back to him. “How long were you there?”

“Hmm, about six years,” he responded before taking one final hit off the e-cigarette, twirling it in between his fingers. The whole car smelled sweet from the vapor—sharp top notes of warm vanilla and sugar, possibly like caramel. “I ran important business down there. Nothing else, really.”

You watched the smoke escape his lips as he talked, the wisps of vapor delicately brushing up against the roof of his car before he leaned back in his seat, resting his left hand behind his head. Oikawa closed his eyes and rolled down the windows, letting the dense air from inside the car escape out into the night. You took in a fresh breath of air as the roar of several engines echoed in the background, only for the smell of his rotary engine and gasoline to cloud your nose.

“You’re in university, right? Biochemistry major?” Oikawa placed the e-cigarette in between his fingers back into his pocket before peering at you from the corner of his eyes.

“Wait, how’d you know that?” You snapped, pinching your eyebrows close together while shifting your body to the right.

“Relax, I’m just trying to spark up a conversation. Iwaizumi told me a lot about you over the past several months and I just so happened to retain all that information.” Oikawa chuckled as he closed his eyes and rested his elbow on the middle console in between you two.

“Obsessed, much?” You stuck out your bottom lip and peered back at him with your right eyebrow raised. Shifting your mouth from a frown into a light-hearted smile, you let out a small chuckle from underneath your breath. “That’s a little creepy, knowing someone’s life so extensively without ever meeting them.”

He chuckled along with you, turning his head to face the front of his car. “Well, it’s not my fault. I only know so much because your cousin wouldn’t shut up about you for months. Every single day for weeks on end, something new about you and your life always had to come up during work hours at our shop.”

You snickered under your breath, remembering the thought of Iwaizumi constantly rambling on about anything he deemed exciting at the moment. The minute your father taught him how to change a tire, for weeks he couldn’t stop describing the steps over and over again every time you guys played together. “Yeah, that’s Hajime for you. He always has something to say, it’s been like that since we were kids.”

“I practically know everything about you at this point,” Oikawa turned his head to the left, staring straight into your eyes. “Even your most embarrassing moments as a kid.”

“What? Nah, I don’t believe you.” You crossed your legs and your arms while still peering at Oikawa with a smile, shaking your head. “You’re bluffing.”

“Quiz me then.” He shifted his body towards you and rested his cheek against the palm of his hand, his left elbow still on the middle console. When he tilted his head over to the right, he shot you a facetious grin with his eyes hooded down. “I’m sure I can get everything right.”

You accepted his challenge and began listing a few basic questions about yourself, ranging from your favorite color to your childhood nickname. Oikawa got everything correct, rapidly answering each question with ease. He brushed it off like it was nothing, purposefully wanting you to increase the intensity of the questions.

Starting to become annoyed, you decided to give him questions about yourself that Iwaizumi didn’t know, just to prove him wrong out of spite. You asked him at what age did you start a particular hobby—which only to you, was entirely false because you never started that particular hobby in the first place. Yet, to your surprise, Oikawa was able to detect it was a trick question.

Your jaw instantly dropped as you furrowed your eyebrows at him, watching his eyes looking up and down your body as he smiled without moving a muscle. “How did you know I was lying?”

“You just don’t seem like the kind of person to do that sort of thing.”

You reflected back on his assumption, questioning to yourself if you really were the kind of the person to do that particular hobby. Would you have been that kind of person if you did? Although you had previously decided you definitely weren’t, after hearing his input, you started to wonder if others perceived you the way you assumptively perceived others.

For a brief moment, there was silence between you two. As you were contemplating on his remark, Oikawa reclined back in his seat and stared down at the car meet, scanning through the parking lot. You noticed he relaxed the bold grin on his face, now alleviated into a mundane yet serene expression.

“You know, Iwaizumi also told me you were into cars. I think that’s pretty cool, a lot of girls here aren’t actually that interested in what’s underneath the hood.” Oikawa mentioned while tucking his chin close to his body, his right hand resting atop his steering wheel.

“Sorry to disappoint, but I’m really not.” You corrected, looking away from Oikawa towards the passenger window down at the parking lot. “I just used to spend a lot of time with Hajime and my dad fixing his car, but I’m pretty sure you already knew that.”

“I did.” Oikawa casually responded with a cheeky smile as he looked down at the middle console, slightly shaking the gearshift in a bored manner.

“You probably think I’m not that cool anymore now that you know the truth, huh?” You stated in a humorous yet deprecating tone, looking down at your feet as you kept your hands inside your denim jacket, balling both of them into fists to warm up your fingers.

“Nah, it’s fine. I still think you’re pretty interesting either way.” Oikawa tilted his head slightly to face you, showing off the front of his teeth as a grin formed on his lips.

Down near the front, you noticed Leia carry a red flag, waving it clear in the air to initiate the start of the second race. The minute the countdown reached to the last digit, the sound of the wheels screeching against the asphalt could be heard from miles away as all five cars sped off into the distance. From what you remembered, the racers had to circle back around the track, reaching a total of ten kilometers around Downtown Tokyo—first place receiving one million yen in cash.

“Looks like Iwaizumi’s race just started. It shouldn’t take too long.” Oikawa observed the crowd cheering down below as he placed his hands behind his neck, reclining back into his seat once again. You also looked down at the swarm of people—still lively and filled with energy, even when none of the racers were in sight.

You took your hand out from the pocket of your denim jacket and pointed in the general direction towards the car meet, grabbing the attention of Oikawa. While lazily shaking your finger, you mentioned Leia, who was talking to Kuroo in the middle of the parking lot. “That woman down there, Leia from the Nekoma Crew.”

Oikawa shifted his eyes to his windshield, staring straight down at Leia conversing with Kuroo, Kenma and a tall man with grey hair. “Yeah, what about her?”

“She was actually the one who told me that you spent some time down in Osaka.” You placed your hand back into your pocket, relaxing your body back into the passenger seat of his car. 

Lights from around the highways and streets blinded your vision and illuminated onto Oikawa’s body, the small gold chain around his neck shining brighter than ever before. “Well, that’s no secret. Everyone knows that about me.”

“But she also told me you used to be the leader of a yakuza clan, and that you’re pretty much a blank slate, stating that no one can decipher the great Cypher , or something along that line. Would you say that’s true about yourself?”

Oikawa turned his head to the left, peering at you with a dead stare. Though within seconds, the right side of his mouth curled up into his cheek before his eyes squinted until you could only see his pupils. “Well, that’s for you to find out.”

You cocked an eyebrow up before pursing your lips shut, genuinely confused on what he meant. “What do you mean?”

“Never rely on other peoples’ perception of me. Only you can determine that for yourself.”

Oikawa narrowed his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows, resting his right hand up on the top of his steering wheel. You noticed how articulated he was in his speech, something you assumed was because of his past and present leadership positions. Despite being aware of the rumors around his reputation, you were quite intrigued by Oikawa. He exuded complete confidence over himself and his abilities, and knowing yourself, you knew exactly how to play his game.

“So let me get to know you then,” you proposed, lifting your head up to face him. “You already know everything about me.”

“What would you like to know?” A familiar smirk reappeared on his lips again as he shifted his body in your direction, resting his elbow down on the middle console.

You looked up and tapped your chin with your left index finger, pretending to ponder on his question. “I wanna know everything about you.”

Oikawa chuckled and crossed his arms, leaning back in his seat as he closed his eyes. “Good luck. I don’t open up to just anybody.”

“Well, I’ll convince you that I’m not just anybody.” While you shifted your body towards him and gazed straight into his brown eyes, you watched his pupils dilate the minute you placed your right elbow onto the middle console, resting your cheek against your hand with a grin on your face. “I’m confident that I’ll get you to crack.”

Oikawa leaned in, also placing his left elbow on the armrest in between you two. His right eyebrow raised substantially as another complacent smile formed on his face, making it obvious to you that he was captivated by your bold proposition. “Oh really?”

You nodded, confident in your abilities. “Really.”

Oikawa leaned back in his seat, a soft laughter erupting from under his breath as he stepped on the clutch pedal and placed his keys into the ignition, starting the car. You felt the engine rumble underneath your feet, feeling the vibrations of the cyclic gears before Oikawa began to release his foot off the clutch.

“We should meet your cousin at the finish line. He’d be happy to see you once he wins.” Oikawa pressed down on the accelerator, moving the car forward through the spectator platform before descending down the ramp into the street where the rest of the crowd resided.

“How do you know he’ll win?” You asked while Oikawa quickly backed into a parking space rear in, several meters away from other people.

“Trust me,” Oikawa reassured before turning his head to the left, shooting a cocky grin at you. He shifted the stick into first gear before pulling up the emergency brake, parking the car in place. “He’ll win.”

He turned off the engine, placed his keys into his front pocket and unbuckled his seatbelt, swinging the car door open in the process. You followed his actions and unbuckled yours, yet Oikawa grabbed your right wrist before you could retract the seatbelt back into place.

You turned your head, only to see him give you a soft smile. “Please, stay. Let me.”

Oikawa let go of your wrist and exited out of the right side, shutting the car door behind him. With long strides, he walked over to your side and opened the door for you, allowing for your legs to swing out and touch the ground. Reaching for your hand, Oikawa helped you up and closed the door behind you, reaching back into his pocket to grab his keys in order to lock his car.

The RX-7 Fortune beeped twice before he slid his keys in his back pocket and placed his left hand inside the front. Your hands remained linked, the tips of his cold fingers gently holding onto yours, just barely touching your palm as he led you straight towards the street where the finish line was.

He began to pull you towards the crowd as you squeezed his fingers, acknowledging his presence. You thought it wasn’t necessary for him to hold your hand, yet he cradled your fingers so gently—almost like he was scared to hurt you. While placing your right hand in your jacket pocket, you trailed behind Oikawa as you both pushed through the large crowd.

The roars of the engines could be heard from a distance as Iwaizumi’s white Subaru WRX showed up first, followed by a black Toyota Supra and an orange Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution. Iwaizumi’s car drifted in a half moon revolution, his tires squealing against the road before rolling up to the finish line. As a large mob of people gathered around, he instantly hopped out with a victorious smile on his face—greetings with handshakes and congratulatory high-fives surrounded him as the announcer boomed across the crowd.

“Winner of the second race—in the WRX, Hajime Iwaizumi, Indigo of the Seijoh Brawlers! Second place in the Supra—Rintarou Suna, Engima of the Inarizaki Bois! Third place, in the Evo—Ryunosuke Tanaka, Cueball of the Karasuno Killers!”

The cash handler walked up to him and slapped one million yen in Iwaizumi’s hands, congratulating him with a firm handshake. In an instant, he spotted you and Oikawa from afar, ignoring all the congratulatory greetings from several people in the crowd before jogging up. His face instantly brightened the minute he saw you behind Oikawa, waving excitedly as he approached you both.

“You could work a little more on your exit spin,” Oikawa scolded, folding his arms across his chest with a pout on his face. Iwaizumi frowned for a second before Oikawa laughed and leaned in, clasping Iwaizumi’s right hand before slapping his back with the other. “Otherwise, great job honoring the Seijoh name.”

After their hug, Iwaizumi reached into his pocket and pulled out the wad of cash containing ten million yen before handing it to Oikawa. He began to count the prize money, swiping his thumb against the tip of his tongue before portioning out his cut. Twenty percent went to the Seijoh Tune Shop while the other eighty went straight into Iwaizumi’s pockets. Though, it didn’t seem he was too stingy about it as he kept the same confident smile on his face the entire time.

When he placed the wad of cash back into his pocket and Oikawa shoved the twenty percent portion into his, you glanced at Iwaizumi, opening up your arms to give him the biggest hug. Once again, his arms swallowed you into a giant embrace, tucking your head into the crook of his shoulder.

“I knew you could do it!” You exclaimed while you both started to jump up and down in excitement, swinging each other back and forth as energetic laughter filled up the lively atmosphere. “You did so well, congratulations!”

“I’m so glad you came to support me,” Iwaizumi mumbled over your shoulder as you both began to calm down from celebrating, the tight hug between you both now subsiding. “I really missed you.”

Once you both retracted from the hug, he put his hands in his pockets and faced Oikawa with a grin on his face from ear to ear, his teeth peeking out from his lips. He tilted his head to the side, letting out a light chuckle.

“Thanks for keeping her company. I owe you a big one.” Iwaizumi reached out and shook Oikawa’s hand again, staring straight into his pupils before placing his arm back at his side.

“Well, there is one thing I had in mind.” Oikawa took his left hand out of his pocket, cradling his chin between his pointer finger and thumb. From what you could see, a tattoo of a small dagger rested on his index with a matching cross on his middle—on his ring finger, a small crescent moon.

Iwaizumi raised his eyebrows in curiosity. “What is it?”

“I’d like her to be the passenger in my race.” Oikawa requested with an eyebrow raised and the left corner of his mouth curled up, exposing a little bit of his teeth.

Your eyes widened as you crossed your arms, dropping your jaw in shock, unable to speak your opinion. A million thoughts ruminated throughout your mind, not sure where to start as you hesitantly looked towards Iwaizumi for his answer.

“Yeah sure, fine by me.” He agreed, shrugging his shoulders before placing both of his hands on his hips.

“Wait, wait. Hold on,” you slid your body in between the both of them, interfering with their conversation. While giving Iwaizumi a glare and visibly expressing your disturbance, you shook your head in disappointment. “Nah, you can’t be fucking serious, really?”

“What’s wrong with it?” Iwaizumi placed his right hand on your shoulder, trying to calm you down. “You’ll get to see a street race up close. Plus, it’s fun to be in the RX-7 when Cypher drifts.”

“Isn’t that kind of dangerous?” You questioned, crossing your arms over your chest. “I don’t want to distract him, also I barely even know the guy.”

“If she doesn’t want to, that’s fine.” Oikawa interrupted, placing both of his hands back into the pockets of his jeans. He shrugged his shoulders up, a sly smile plastered on his face. “I don’t want to force you to do anything, but I thought you wanted to get to know me more.”

The announcer boomed again, reminding the participants for the final race to line up soon. You remembered Iwaizumi mentioning that the third race was designed for the best of the best to compete with each other—usually having the gangs nominate their fastest racers. A few moments ago, Leia pointed out the best in the top five gangs, for whom you supposed were going to be the ones to race, including Oikawa.

“It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity. You should totally do it.” Iwaizumi encouraged while patting your shoulder, staring straight into your eyes. “Don’t worry, I trust Cypher a lot. I would never recommend it if I thought he’d put you in danger.”

While reflecting on his words, you always remembered how fun it was to be in the passenger seat of your dad’s car whenever he raced down a mountain with Iwaizumi in the backseat. It brought back a sense of comfort as you recalled him always speeding down a long stretch of road whenever he could, a moment where all three of you could bond. For a second, the memory eased up your tension and you wondered if being the passenger for Oikawa would bring back that same nostalgic feeling again.

“Well if you say it like that, sure, I’ll be his passenger. I trust your judgement.” You turned around to face Oikawa with your arms still folded over your chest, a smile resting on your lips before releasing a soft and playful chuckle. “Just don’t kill me, would’ya?”

A tender smile rested upon his lips, reassuring that whenever you were with him, you would be safe. “I would never.”

In the distance, one last call boomed throughout the crowd, reminding the everyone that the final race would begin in a couple of minutes. Oikawa looked down and gently grabbed your hand, slightly squeezing your palm with a soothing look on his face.

“Well then, let’s get going. I got a race to win.”

He began to pull you through the crowd and back to his car, speeding up the long strides he took as he maneuvered through several bodies. You looked back over your shoulder, quickly glancing at Iwaizumi—recognizing the same wide grin he always gave back then, waving his arm goodbye as he disappeared into the sea of people.

Oikawa reached into his back pocket and pulled out his keys, quickly unlocking the RX-7 while opening the passenger side door for you. His chivalrous actions didn’t go unnoticed as you whispered a quick ‘thank you’ before hopping into his vehicle. You buckled your seatbelt as he shut the door and made his way over onto the other side, nonchalantly hopping into the driver’s seat.

Oikawa quickly pressed down on the clutch before placing his keys into the engine, turning on the car as he rolled down the windows on both sides. You could smell the gasoline and exhaust smoke again as the cold air seeped into the vehicle—the sound of engines roaring and the crowd cheering vibrantly filling up your ears while the entire car rumbled beneath your feet.

As he released the emergency brake down, Oikawa  took his foot off the clutch, letting the car slowly move forward. His headlights flashed onto the crowd that made space for him to enter the street, people on both sides of his car staring at the two of you in awe. As you looked up into the rearview mirror, he instantly relaxed his eyes, a small smirk slowly creeping upon his lips.

The crowd for the third race became twice as large as the second, noticing the sudden increase in attendance for the best racers. Oikawa rolled up to the starting line and revved his engine loudly, provoking the red Nissan 350Z to his right. You leaned your head forward to see no other than DK himself in it, taking off his black sunglasses and resting his arm on top of the steering wheel, showing off his elaborate dragon tattoo.

A familiar face popped out right next to him, immediately recognizing it was Leia in the passenger seat. She waved her left hand out the window, yelling in excitement.

“Hey bitch! Fancy seeing you here!” She screamed over the loudness of the engines.

“Hey!” You yelled as you waved back at her, shoving your right hand in front of Oikawa’s face.

“What are you doing in Cypher’s ride?!” Leia screamed again, leaning out of the car as she cupped her mouth with her hands, amplifying her voice.

You leaned closer to Oikawa’s window, also cupping your mouth. “It’s a long story, I’ll tell you later!”

“Well, you’re totally gonna owe me ramen later when DK wins!” She taunted as Kuroo revved his engine twice, provoking Oikawa in the process.

“We’ll see about that!” You gave Leia a wink, for which she returned one back before ducking her head back into Kuroo’s car. Oikawa revved his engine multiple times as he grabbed the wad of cash from his pocket and flashed it out the window, teasing Kuroo.

“You see this, DK? That prize money’s gonna be all mine, you hear me? All mine!” He shouted out the window as he stuck out his tongue, showing off the bright silver piercing situated near the apex. While shaking the money in his hands violently at Kuroo, Oikawa signaled a playful taunt towards his pride. His intimidating assertion frightened you slightly because before, he kept a calm and collected demeanor throughout the entire time you were talking with him.

You looked over your left shoulder only to see the Tyrant himself, Karasuno Killers’ Tobio Kageyama. He stared at you with his dark blueberry eyes and a scowl on his face, revving his engine twice in order to taunt Oikawa. Further left past him was Shinsuke Kita from the Inarizaki Bois and Kotarou Bokuto from the Fukurodani Squad.

Turning your head back to the right, you noticed Oikawa glaring malevolently at Kageyama, a sense of rage deep within his pupils. He pointed at him with an infuriated expression on his face, his left hand directly in front of your eyes. “Watch out, Tyrant—I’m gonna fucking smoke you.”

Oikawa slapped both of his hands on the wheel and curled his fingers around the top, revving the engine as loudly as he could. You looked up into the rearview mirror and saw the back window completely covered in white exhaust smoke before quickly glancing at Oikawa’s face flushed with determination and confidence. For the first time, you felt frightened to be next to him.

A new flagger appeared in front—a woman wearing orange with black hair and glasses, slowly counting down the numbers from five. As soon as she said ‘three’, Oikawa revved his engine so loudly that you couldn’t hear her count down to the last digit anymore. You glanced at Leia who was already wearing her own pair of black sunglasses, resting her left arm on the side of the 350Z while showing off her koi fish tattoo. While quickly holding onto the grab-handle above the ceiling, you rested your arm on the edge of the window, gulping down a dry swallow.

The woman waved the orange flag down, screaming “GO!” at the top of her lungs. Within the speed of a second, Oikawa stomped on the accelerator causing the car to jerk forward, speeding down the road as the tires squealed against the asphalt. The gust of wind shrieked loud in your ears while the engines from every car overwhelmed the noise of the busy highways nearby.

Every car was neck and neck—you couldn’t tell who was leading as the rankings fluctuated between all the racers. Oikawa shifted the car into fifth gear and stepped on the accelerator, the sound of his engine growing louder in your ears as he increased his speed. On the right side, Kuroo did the same thing; rev-matching to the same gear as you could hear his car pushing forward.

Within a second, Kageyama’s black Lexus LFA zoomed to your left with sparks flying out of his exhaust, passing all of the cars behind him. He glanced over at you and Oikawa with a scowl on his face and his nose crinkled up, tightening his grip on the wheel. You immediately turned your head right to look at Oikawa who kept his eyes on the road, clicking his tongue with a slight shake of his head.

“Too soon to use nitrous, Tyrant.” Oikawa patronized, smiling to himself as Kageyama pushed forward, leading the race. He clicked his tongue against his teeth again and swerved the entire car to the left, drifting on the corner between two streets. You scrambled to grab onto something, accidentally gripping onto Oikawa’s forearm on the gearshift. He didn’t flinch and continued to drift the corner, acting as he didn’t feel you grab his arm.

Kageyama led first in the race, followed by Oikawa right on his tail. You looked back and saw Kuroo and Leia directly behind, the entire back window blocked by the headlights of his Nissan 350Z. With your hand still gripped onto his forearm, you felt Oikawa shift the gear stick back down to fourth before he blipped his foot on the throttle.

Everything was happening so fast as it was hard for you to comprehend anything that was going on, your head spinning in multiple directions every time you felt the inertia hit your body. Sooner or later, Kuroo’s vehicle zoomed up right next to your side, the sound of the engine echoing into the tunnel all the racers entered. Oikawa growled and stepped on the accelerator, swerving to the right and turning a sharp corner in order to drift away from the 350Z.

The drift was heavy when you felt the entire car shift to the left,  hearing the tires squeal loudly in your ears while your body ricocheted in the same direction. You clutched onto the seat belt around the front of your body as Kuroo’s 350Z sped past Oikawa, hearing a maniacal laughter echo from their window with sparks flying out of his exhaust.

“Son of a bitch,” Oikawa cursed to himself, hitting the top of his steering wheel as he grunted, his rank now dropping down to third place.

He shifted up to fifth gear and pulled the emergency brake, swerving the car all the way to the left again as he maneuvered through other cars on the road, finally exiting out of the tunnel. The rear of his RX-7 drifted to the right, feeling every organ in your body shift with it. You clutched the grab-handle as tightly as you could with your left hand when Oikawa stepped on the accelerator and focused his attention to the road ahead—it stretched a far distance without any turns, which was a huge advantage at the given moment of the race.

“If you’re gonna hit it, hit it until it breaks.”

Oikawa revved his engine and sped up to 150km/h, flipping a small switch underneath his thumb on the wheel. You felt your stomach drop as the car pushed forward, the rumble of his engine vibrating beneath your feet. Sparks flew in the rearview mirror while Oikawa’s speedometer read 195km/h, finally passing both Kuroo and Kageyama, leaving them both behind in the dust.

“Suck my dick, bitch!” Oikawa shouted as he looked back at them while sticking his arm out the window, pumping his fist victoriously into the air.

You looked over your right shoulder and saw the four other racers in the distance, the headlights of their cars diminishing until you could no longer see the glisten in the night. Oikawa glanced in your direction with a smug expression on his face, chuckling to himself as he sped down the road.

“Holy shit,” you exclaimed in shock, unable to say anything else. You peered out the window and saw the bright Tokyo skyline, all the colorful neon lights flashing on the hood of his car as Oikawa quickly swerved in between cars and trucks traveling on the road. The air breezed through his brown locks pulling back along his head, the edges of his white button up shirt fluttering with the wind.

For a while, his car cruised at a steady 130km/h, no worries of the other racers catching up. You placed your hand on the window, the cold touch of the glass forming a fog around the silhouette of your fingers. The Tokyo rainbow bridge lit up in the distance, the colors reflecting on the calm waters down below. Hearing the sputter of his engine once again, Oikawa pressed his foot on the accelerator and increased his speed.

“Watch this.” He pulled the emergency brake up and turned the steering wheel all the way to the right, pushing down on the gas pedal with a staggered motion. He shifted the gear stick up to fifth again as the car drifted across a tight round turn on the road. At that moment, you glanced at Oikawa—a smile from one ear to the other grew on his face, showing his teeth as a cheer erupted from his mouth. Only pure happiness resided in his eyes, a shine in his teeth reflecting from the street lights.

Within the moment, it almost felt like your heart stopped beating when he glanced back, giving you a soft and genuine smile. You didn’t necessarily believe in love at first sight, but if you could describe how it might have felt, this exact moment would have been your answer. The term ‘butterflies in your stomach’ couldn’t come close to describing the way you were somehow feeling about Oikawa.

An epiphany came to your mind; as you watched him enjoy the one thing he loved doing while catching a glimpse of what kind of person he was in the moment—that was when you realized you were attracted to him, both physically and mentally. The first time you saw Oikawa, you wouldn’t have admitted it to anyone, but you thought he was a beautiful man with a beautiful face—though, you didn’t expect him to have a beautiful soul as well.

You weren’t sure how, but just by observing the way he talked to you, the way he treated you and the way Iwaizumi entrusted him to watch over you—it was obvious he was much more than the kind of person people perceived him out to be. There was no way to describe your attraction to him other than there seemed to be a glass wall Oikawa had purposefully surrounded himself with in order for you to peer in and observe, to seek out what truly remained inside.

Oikawa revved the engine again and increased his speed back up to 160km/h reaching the end of the race, seeing the finish line in the distance. While looking up in the rearview mirror, you noticed Oikawa smile to himself as he pressed down on the throttle, the engine roaring once again.

Within a second, one of the racers instantly approached right behind Oikawa, their headlights dimmed low in the rearview mirror. You couldn’t tell who it was at first, but the minute they swerved right up next to Oikawa’s drivers side, you instantly recognized it was Shinsuke Kita from the Inarizaki Bois in his Nissan Silvia S15. He glanced at Oikawa with his eyebrows raised, taking the lit cigarette out of his mouth and placing it in between his two fingers, waving his hand slightly while he sped up and took first place.

“Fucking bitch,” Oikawa growled as he pushed down on the clutch and shifted the gear back up to fifth again to increase his speed, earning a little bit of room above Kita.

You looked to your left and saw Kuroo’s 350Z pulling up on the passenger side, noticing the black sunglasses on Kuroo’s face slide down his nose, enough for his eyes to peer up at you. He gave a smug look, resting his right arm on the top of the steering wheel. In the passenger seat, Leia could be seen dancing along to the loud song booming on their stereo, swinging her hips side to side with her arms up in the air as Kuroo gained leverage above both Oikawa and Kita.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.” Oikawa gritted his teeth while tightening his grip around the steering wheel, stomping down on the accelerator once again to gain speed. In an instant, he leveled with both Kuroo and Kita, now making it impossible to tell who was in first place.

The finish line approached quickly as you saw a large crowd of people gathered around the end of the street, their loud cheers mixing in with the echoes of the busy traffic in the distance. Oikawa pushed past over 180km/h again, determined to win the race as he stepped on the accelerator harder, causing the transmission to vibrate loudly again. Another roar came from his engine as he gained leverage, pulling himself ahead of the others.

You saw Kuroo and Kita drag behind as Oikawa pushed through the finish line, placing first in the race. He pulled up in the middle of the crowd and drifted around in a circle—his special exit spin. He made a perfect donut with tread marks on the asphalt, connecting the lines in a 360 degree motion. The rear wheels drifted for three more revolutions before Oikawa finally stopped in place, feeling the jolt of the brake.

Grabbing your seatbelt, you felt quite dizzy when your vision began to blur, just barely making out the large crowd gathering around Oikawa’s car. You breathed in the smoke from his exhaust as it clouded around his car, seeping inside past the open windows. Voices from all around filled your hearing, the sound of congratulatory greetings and squeals of excitement ringing through your ears.

Kuroo and Leia rushed in next as they placed second, Kita coming in right after, placed third—all finishing within a second of each other. You saw Kageyama arrive a few seconds later, pulling up slowly in his Lexus LFA with an irritated expression on his face and a tight grip on his wheel.

Bokuto rolled up in last place with the side of his car wrecked, smoke coming out of the hood and the front bumper holding on by a screw. You winced at the condition of his car, knowing it would cost a fortune to get that all fixed.

Oikawa parked his car and jumped out of the vehicle only to be greeted by the people of the crowd, congratulating him for winning the final race. Women tried to surround him, but he ultimately ignored their advances and rushed to the other side, swinging your car door open. Even in the midst of winning the largest race in Tokyo surrounded by beautiful women, Oikawa still fulfilled his chivalrous duties to you.

As you stepped out of the vehicle, Oikawa held your hand gently and pulled you up from the seat, closing the door behind you. He stared into your eyes with a smile on his face before impulsively embracing you into a hug, wrapping his arms around your waist as his hands brushed up against the top of your back. Instinctively, you hugged back, wrapping your own arms around his body as you felt his face bury in the crook of your neck.

“I’m sorry,” Oikawa immediately tried to pull away, realizing he might have crossed a boundary—yet you pulled him back in, not wanting him to let go of your warm embrace. You lifted your head up to look at him, noticing his pupils dilate when he stared down at your lips, his right hand placed just at the crook of your back.

He looked straight into your eyes as he placed his left hand on your face, gently stroking your cheek as he breathed out a soft sigh. With a tender smile on your lips, you placed your left hand on his jaw, pulling his face in for a kiss.

Oikawa was startled by your sudden movements, but soon found himself wrapping his arms around your body, bringing you closer to him than ever before. You flung your right arm around his neck and ran your hand through the back of his hair, feeling each strand of his locks brush against your fingertips.

Your entire body shifted closer as he pulled you in to deepen the kiss, slightly opening his mouth to take a quick breath. With your left hand still on the side of his face, you trailed the fingers on your right hand down his back, slightly turning your head to the side in order to let his tongue swipe alongside the bottom of your lip.

You weren’t the type to kiss strangers within an hour of meeting them, but with Oikawa—you hated to admit it, but it felt absolutely different with him. Somehow, his kiss felt like medicine, healing a growing ache within your body as you began to kiss him passionately, moving your lips in sync with his.

Oikawa pulled away and broke the kiss, slightly gasping for air before cupping your face with both of his hands, all while staring into your eyes. He connected the tip of his forehead with yours, fluttering his eyes shut before whispering against your lips.

“My prize.”

He completely removed both his hands off of your body, diligently placing them into the front pocket of his black jeans. A bit embarrassed, you turned around to see Leia and Kuroo stepping out of the Nissan 350Z, waving their hands in your direction. She walked up to you quickly with her arms out, not insinuating an embrace.

“Okay, now I see why you were in Cypher’s car,” Leia smirked as she placed her left hand inside DK’s Nekoma Crew bomber jacket around her body. “Ya know, you’re kinda bad. He doesn’t let just any girl ride with him during a race. In fact, I don’t think he’s ever done that before.”

You looked over your shoulder back at Oikawa as he nodded, confirming Leia’s statement. He looked down at you with a smug look on his face and his eyebrows raised while he took his right hand out of his pocket to touch your denim jacket, slightly pulling your back against his chest. You weren’t sure what had happened in the last minute, but all you knew was that the tension between you two grew rapidly, the kiss confirming that you both were into each other.

In the distance you saw the same guy with a man-bun talking to Kuroo earlier, Kenma Kozume, pushing through the large crowd. He had his hands in the front pockets of his red cargo pants and a black skin tight tank top, presuming it was the signature uniform of the Nekoma Crew. His yellow toolbelt hung loosely around his hips as he walked up to you and Oikawa with a bundle of cash rolled up in his hand.

“Snake Eyes,” Oikawa greeted with a slight nod as he approached the both of you.

“Fair and square, Cypher.” Kenma slapped the large wad of cash rolled up by a rubber band onto Oikawa’s hand. “Two million yen.”

Just as Oikawa placed the cash in his pocket, Kuroo’s walkie talkie went off. As everyone around the parking lot paused, you looked towards Leia as her eyes widened with a worried expression on her face. For a second there was a beep on the machine, then a stressed eerie-sounding noise wailed through the static.

“Cops, cops, cops!” A deep voice on Kuroo’s walkie talkie went off. “COPS HEADED OUR WAY!”

There wasn’t any hesitation when it came to law enforcement as the crowd panicked and rushed to their vehicles, making it hard for any driver to get out of the parking lot safely. Kuroo grabbed Leia’s hand as they both rushed inside his 350Z, Kenma closely following behind as he shoved himself into the backseat of the two-seater car.

“Looks like I’ll have to buy you ramen another time!” Leia yelled back at you before she hopped into the 350Z, shutting the passenger side door behind her. Kuroo sped off into the night right after, straight into the highway as his engine echoed throughout the air.

Oikawa grabbed your hand and quickly opened the passenger door of his car, motioning for you to get in. Once your body sank low into the seat again, he shut the door, jumping onto the front of his car while swiftly gliding across the hood, opening the driver’s side all in one fluid motion. The second he hopped in, Oikawa quickly stomped on the clutch and started the engine, switching on the headlights while revving the car, speeding off into the same direction as Kuroo.

With people still running in multiple directions throughout the parking lot, it was difficult for anyone to get out safely onto the main road. The highway near the car meet became flooded with vehicles packed end to end, bumper to bumper—causing Oikawa to take a shortcut between two factory buildings, speeding down a tight alleyway. He quickly pressed down on the clutch again, rapidly switching from third to fourth gear with his left hand, accelerating the speed of his car as the engine boomed.

You looked over to your right and saw a tensed expression on his face with his eyebrows furrowed and his bottom lip pouted, focusing on the road ahead of him. He kept his left hand on the gear stick and his right hand on the steering wheel, quickly downshifting from fourth to third gear, blipping the throttle with the tip of his foot before slowing down.

Once he placed the emergency brake up, he drifted a tight corner between the two buildings, entering a small street perpendicular to the main highway packed with most of the people from the car meet. You held onto the grab handle above your head, clutching it tightly while you felt your entire body swerve to the left, noticing Oikawa’s body ricocheted in his seat as well with the turn of the drift.

Once he was able to steady the direction of the car, he stepped on the clutch and shifted the car back up to fourth and then fifth gear sequentially—hitting the gas pedal hard as he sped down the small road, catching the attention of the pedestrians walking on the side. In the rearview mirror, you saw police lights flash brightly coming in your direction, not noticing them on your tails before as the roar of his engine drowned out the sound of the sirens.

Oikawa’s eyes shifted up to look at the rearview mirror, pinching the edges of his eyebrows closer together as he became more infuriated. Another scowl plastered on his face, tensing his entire body up while stepping on the gas pedal harder. On his speedometer, you saw him pushing past 150km/h—not as fast as in the race, but fast enough to escape the police trailing behind you. Focusing on the road ahead of him while turning corners and speeding down adjacent roads, Oikawa remained silent the whole time the police chased after you two.

Your mind felt dizzy; unable to comprehend how he was able to stay so focused and calm with the sirens blaring in his ears. Thinking to yourself if you were in his place, you would have immediately panicked, not knowing what to do in the moment. While racing through different theories and conclusions, you remembered that Oikawa was a criminal—this probably wasn’t the first time he had been hunted by law enforcement.

Despite being in a chase, you looked outside of the window to see the city skyline shine brightly in the night, the neon colors scattered throughout the horizon. You reflected back on your actions during the past hour, wondering how you were able to end up in the passenger seat of a car during a street race, now chased by law enforcement on the streets of Tokyo. Yet, in the back of your mind you would not have wanted to do anything else—or even with anyone else.

You gripped the grab handle on the roof of the car with your left hand and grasped the middle of your seatbelt with the other, your body trembling as the red lights from the police flashed in the side mirrors. Oikawa chucked the steering wheel to the left and instantly pulled the emergency brake up, only to release it down when the car drifted to the corner of the street. As your body rocked from side to side in your seat, you inhaled sharply through your nose while feeling the adrenaline rush straight to your head.

Despite the intensity of the predicament you both were in, you felt Oikawa gently place his hand on your leg, benevolently caressing the exposed skin on your inner right thigh. He turned to look at you, smiling with confidence in his abilities. The sound of his sultry voice made your heart beat faster despite his attempt to calm you down.

“Hey,” Oikawa reassured. “Don’t worry, I’ll get us out of here.”

The minute his car exited the main street, Oikawa immediately turned left into another, revving his engine quietly at the apex of the corner. Oikawa began to slow down his speed the further he drove down the road, completely stopping the car while shifting the gear into reverse. Tucked between two buildings, Oikawa backed the car into a smaller alleyway, tucking his arm behind your seat as he positioned his upper body to face you, turning his head to look back.

With his right hand on the steering wheel, Oikawa effortlessly backed up into the alleyway, securing a large space tucked into the alley. He quickly turned off the engine and dimmed his headlights, making sure to cautiously hide his entire vehicle from the police as you both waited in silence, not a single peep coming from your mouth.

You swore you could hear the police sirens approaching in the distance, feeling your heart beating straight out of your chest like it was ready to burst any second. Oikawa on the other hand, placed his right hand on the steering wheel and watched the exit closely, his body calm and relaxed in his seat. Two police vehicles sped past the alleyway, completely unaware of the RX-7 hiding in the darkness.

You let out a heavy sigh of relief and closed your eyes, feeling the rush of  blood to your head subside with the sound of your heart pumping throughout your body filling your ears. Leaning your head back into the headrest, you inhaled deeply in order to calm down the nerves creeping underneath your skin.

“They’re gone now.” Oikawa stated as he placed his keys back into the ignition to start the engine again. The car rumbled beneath your feet as he released the clutch, letting the car slowly roll out of the alleyway.

“Where are we going?” You asked as Oikawa turned the car in the opposite direction from the police.

“I can take you back to your place if you want.” Oikawa’s voice became monotonous, not a single expression resting on his face. “Or we can go back to my condo, whichever one. I can stay with you for the night if you’d like.”

While turning your head to the left, you brought your face close to the window as your breath condensed on the glass, spotting the Rainbow Bridge in the distance from earlier. You somehow recognized the place you were in as the Minato ward, just a little south from Downtown Tokyo. “Where’s your condo?”

“It’s in the Shibuya district, not too far from here. I just took the other way in order to lead the police in the wrong direction, you know, to avoid any suspicion.” Oikawa peered his head to the left and then to the right, checking to see if there was any traffic before advancing forward, shifting the transmission from third to fourth gear.

You looked back out to the left, observing the street you both were driving on—in the distance, several highways stretched far into downtown, multiple buildings standing tall into the sky. The night was calm, just barely seeing the stars up in the violet atmosphere.

Turning your head back to the right, you looked at Oikawa with your answer. “Well, we can go back to your place then. Mine’s a little far from where we are.”

“You sure? I don’t mind the drive.” With his left hand, he signaled to turn right, his indicators blinking against the road signs.

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

You knew exactly what you were doing, asking for him to drive you both back to his condo—it was painfully obvious to him, yet it seemed like your advances didn’t stop Oikawa from entering the expressway that led back up to Shibuya. He relaxed his eyelids a bit, accelerating his speed through the bridge with the Tokyo skyline spanning throughout the view.

You placed your hand into your denim jacket pocket and pulled out your phone, glancing up to check the clock as it read 1:37 AM. Time seemed to pass by quickly, remembering that you were just doing your chemistry homework in your apartment yesterday evening. Now, as you were on your way to Oikawa’s condo—you couldn’t help but notice everything was happening way too fast and way too easily, knowing exactly what was to come in a matter of a few hours.

You suddenly remembered about Iwaizumi, questioning to yourself if he might have been worried of your whereabouts. Just to give him a peace of mind, you scrolled through your contacts and tapped on his name before placing your phone up to your ear. As you heard the dial-tone ring three times, within a second he picked up, the roar of an engine greeting you through the speaker.

“Hello?” Iwaizumi croaked before clearing his throat, hearing him shuffle something on the other side. He called your name out, making sure you were still there. “Where are you? Are you safe?”

“Yeah, I’m safe. I’m actually still with Cypher,” you lowered the volume of your voice slightly as you stared out the window. “We’re going back to his condo.”

“His condo?! I didn’t say he could bring you back to his place.” Iwaizumi scolded, his voice growing a bit annoyed. You could sense the same protectiveness he’s always had for you, even when you both were young.

“Hajime, relax, it was my decision.” You turned your head to face Oikawa, watching the corner of his mouth slightly turn up.

“Nah, I still want to talk to him. Give him the phone.” Iwaizumi commanded, reluctant to accept the fact you were an adult, able to make decisions for yourself.

“He’s driving. I can’t just—” Oikawa brought out his left hand, insinuating for you to give him your phone while he curled his fingers in a come-hither motion. You placed it face up onto his palm before he cleared his throat, bringing it up close to his ear.

“Iwaizumi.” Oikawa greeted with a smirk forming in the corner of his mouth. You could hear the sound of Iwaizumi’s voice booming through your phone, yelling in all sorts of directions out of the speaker. All Oikawa did was chuckle to himself, taking in all the insults and threats from your cousin with a grain of salt.

“You know it was her decision, right? I didn’t force her to do anything,” he responded into the phone, restating what you had already told Iwaizumi. “Okay, fine. I’ll take her back.”

“What? No.” You reached out for your phone again, asking for it back. “What did he say?”

“He said he wants me to take you back to your apartment or else he’s going to break my neck, or something.” Oikawa scoffed and chuckled to himself before placing his left hand back on the gearstick, downshifting to third gear in order to slow down with the traffic.

You both still heard Iwaizumi scold Oikawa through the phone, his voice now growing deep and exasperated, noticing he started to sound like a broken record with the constant insults. “Shittykawa, I will personally drive over to your fucking condo and beat the living hell out of you and your shitty ass car!”

“Shut up Hajime, you’re being rude now.” You rolled your eyes and leaned back into your seat, letting out a large sigh. He continued to yell into the speaker as you cupped your hand over the microphone, turning your head to whisper. “Let’s just lie and say you’re taking me back to my place.”

Oikawa let out a loud chuckle to himself as he rested his left elbow on the middle console, turning his head over to shoot you a cheeky grin. “I like the way you think.”

You smiled back before placing your phone up to your ear again, hearing Iwaizumi continue to lecture you on why you shouldn’t go back to Oikawa’s condo for completely irrational and absurd reasons. “Okay Hajime. He’s taking me back to my apartment right now.”

“About damn time. Look, I’m about to arrive at this one girl’s place, so I’ll talk to you later. Love you.” Iwaizumi’s tone quickly shifted, confusing you on what he had just mentioned.

“What the fuck—?”

“Love you!” He quickly exclaimed before hanging up, your phone now displaying your background screensaver. With your eyebrows pinched and your lips pouted, a bewildered look formed on your face as you squinted down at your phone again.

“…Love you too, Hajime.”

You reclined back into your seat, slumping your shoulders slightly as you placed your phone back into your pocket, tucking both of your hands inside as well. Oikawa continued to drive down the expressway, acting as if the call with Iwaizumi didn’t happen.

During most of the car ride, you both sat in silence—listening to the rumble of the engine and the rotation of the tires, other traffic filling up your ears as you leaned your elbow on the open window. Staring straight up at the tall buildings with the wind in your face, you felt the cool breeze through your cheeks while resting your head on your palm.

You still didn’t know much about Oikawa, only what Leia had told you about him. Though, by what you had directly experienced, it didn’t seem like he lived up to his reputation at all—the way Leia had described his past, his façade and his notoriety, it didn’t fit his character. Yet, this was just your first impression of him; he could have been a completely different person underneath what he was showing you now.

He still intrigued your interest, making it a challenge for yourself to know what was really underneath the mask he was hiding behind. You turned your head to face him again, looking directly at the prominent dragon tattoo on his right forearm, only seeing what could be shown with his sleeves rolled. Oikawa quickly noticed you and glanced over to your side, cocking his eyebrow up.

“Got something to say?” He broke the silence, turning his attention back to the road.

You removed your head from your palm, shoving both of your hands inside the pockets of your oversized denim jacket. The wind from outside seeped into the car, brushing through your skin once again. You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, proceeding to ask him a blunt question. “Yeah, I do. How’d you convince Hajime to join your gang?”

You raised an eyebrow again, turning your head to face him. In the back of your mind, you still wondered how Iwaizumi was able to involve himself with someone who had previously been associated with the yakuza—you’ve known him to always be the kind of person to “follow the rules” ever since he was younger. It seemed out of place for him, presuming he might have been persuaded in terms of money or future promises in exchange to be initiated in.

“He came into my shop looking for parts.” Oikawa responded hesitantly, his eyes still focused on the road. “And I didn’t convince your cousin at all. He wanted to join all on his own.”

There was a long pause in between your question and his answer, raising your suspicion on the reliability of his statement. Iwaizumi was never the type of person to willingly join a group of people as he was more of a person to do things on his own, at least when it was anything related to cars. You remembered that the only other person he would willingly let fix his car alongside your help was no other than your father. “Hmm… okay, but I don’t really believe you.”

“Well look at it this way—your cousin, all throughout his life, has been into cars. Fixing them, racing them. He probably mentioned before that he’d want a career out of it too. Sound familiar?” There was a brief moment of silence between you two as you didn’t respond to his rhetoric. Oikawa looked towards your direction one last time, raising an eyebrow in the process. “Now wouldn’t it make sense he would want to join a gang that does all those things, while also being guaranteed a job at my shop?”

Although all of his reasons were logically sound, you still weren’t fully convinced; you wanted to know the details, you wanted to fully understand. Perhaps that was your problem—you always wanted to know exactly the reason why. “Yeah, I guess that does sound believable or whatever.”

“Well, baby you can believe whatever you want to believe.” You turned your head and looked out the window again, fixing your vision to stare at yourself through the mirror. The clouds began to creep in, blocking out the moon up in the sky. “So, if what you’re telling me is true, that’s exactly how Hajime got into street racing?”

“Correct.”

Turning your neck to face him, you asked him another question, watching him turn the wheel to the right with one hand. “Can I ask how did you get into street racing?”

Oikawa quickly whipped his head to the left, leaning his body over to check the traffic coming in from the opposite direction. His pupils quickly glanced at you, his eyelids relaxed without an expression on his face. Before turning his wheel completely over, he cleared his throat and mumbled softly. “Through DK. You met him, right?”

You recalled the man you had bumped into earlier, remembering if you hadn’t, Leia would not have told you about Oikawa’s reputation. “Yeah, I did. Have you always known him?”

“I actually met DK when I first moved back to Tokyo two years ago.” He turned the steering wheel to the left and signaled to change lanes, slowing down the car. “He was already established as Drift King of the underground street racing scene—in fact, he was the one who got me into cars and racing as a sport up here.”

He exited down the highway ramp and into a busy district on the outskirts of Downtown Tokyo. The neon lights of several businesses reflected on the hood of his car as you passed through a road filled with lively people walking on the side. Despite the time almost reaching 2 AM, the streets of the urban Tokyo neighborhood still boomed with vibrant energy.

“You weren’t already a racer back in Osaka? You’re pretty much a natural at drifting.” You peered your head out the window, looking up into the tall buildings with purple, blue and red neon lights as it reflected back on Oikawa’s car.

He smiled in the corner of his mouth, letting out a sharp exhale. “Thanks, but no I wasn’t. I did other things.”

“What, like selling drugs?” You joked, slightly chuckling to yourself as you placed your hands back into your pockets, gripping your right hand around your phone. 

“Yeah, exactly.”

The yakuza was notorious for doing those kinds of businesses, yet you thought he could have done something else in place of it, like running gambling rings or clubs—that was what you remembered most yakuza members did nowadays when the largest yakuza clan in all of Japan banned their men from dealing in drug trafficking.

Your eyes widened as you fixed your posture, turning your head back to face him. Silence filled the car once again, your mouth slightly parted open as you stared at Oikawa. The tattoos on his arm stood out against the lights as your eyes fixed on his left hand—remembering the dagger on his index, the cross on his middle. The small crescent moon situated on his ring finger, the ink completely filled in. 

“Oh, you were being serious.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Oikawa responded in a monotonous voice, barely turning his head to look at you as he rev-matched down to second gear, slowly turning into an underground parking garage situated beneath a tall building.

“So you’re basically a criminal.” You assumed as the car descended down a series of ramps, the rumble of his engine echoing louder than before. He looked at you with an alluring gaze, one you could not describe how it made you feel.

“Always have been, baby.”

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