#grease car

[marbletheunworthy]

I did the line art and Degenerate colored it! Collab of the century

[sukunasteeth]

Picking You Up From Work

Sukuna leans on the bumper of his Camaro, hoping a drop of rain doesn’t land perfectly on the tip of his cigarette and snuff it out. He’s pretending not to watch the front door of your workplace, like an anxious dog waiting for his owner to come home, but it’s ten minutes past the time you said you’d be out, and he was ready to take you to his apartment and settle down for the night. It had been a long day- he wanted to forget it in the taste of your whimpering on his tongue.

Customers pass him on their way into your workplace. Sukuna wonders briefly what has them whispering to each other and sneaking glances over at him: the nearly sixty year old car or the man covered in tattoos leaning against it?

Fifteen minutes pass before he checks his phone again. It was unlike you to be late, you knew Sukuna had a pet peeve of not being on time and, despite how hairbrained you were, he knew you tried to meet him halfway. Looking over his shoulder, he peeks at the flowers sitting on the passenger seat waiting for you. If he had known you'd be a minute, he would have put a splash of water in the bottom of the flower wrap holding the bouquet together. He clicks his tongue in disappointment, hoping they don’t wilt by the time you get to them.

“I’m sorry, I have to get going-” Your voice chimes through the sound of the rainfall like a cleansing bell, bringing Sukuna’s attention snapping back towards the exit of your work.

You're standing halfway between his car and the building, directly in the middle of the parking lot. A man dressed in a similar uniform to yours is standing a little too close to you for Sukuna’s comfort.

He flicks the ash off of the end of his cigarette and takes a drag.

~

“Are you sure?”

It’s been a long day.

“We could go get some coffee and just hangout for a bit-”

A really long day.

Granted: working customer service you expected long days. Grating days. Days in which you questioned your faith in humanity. But, that all usually ended when you clocked out for the night and headed home. You could easily forget all of it at the door. Tonight, however, the annoyance of having to save face continues.

You had been trying to give this guy a hint all day as he followed you around, desperate to catch your attention and doing anything to gain a brownie point. It was really starting to tick you off.

Not only that, you knew Sukuna was waiting for you somewhere in the parking lot and it was only a matter of time before this man was decapitated before your very eyes.

Dammit, you just wanted to go home.

“I’m sorry, Sam. I’ve got someone waiting for me. Have a good night!” You try to wave him off, offering a polite smile before you turn your back to him.

"Who's waiting for you?" Sam calls out, still not catching the hint.

Before you can reply, a hand reaches around your waist, securing you to a familiar side- but you've been on edge all day, just waiting for your coworker to make one bold wrong move. On instinct, you snatch the wrist at your hip with a deathgrip before realization is able to save you.

Your eyes whip up to meet Sukuna's smirking gaze, his smile flashing into that serpentine grin that makes your fight or flight mode go off.

"Ohoho-" He chuckles, and there’s a mischievous darkness lurking beneath it. 

"'Kuna!" You ease your grip immediately, cradling his hand in sympathy. Part of you is instantly relieved he’s here to sweep you away, and the other part is sweating over how he’s going to handle this situation.  

Sukuna could be a bit possessive. 

"Good grip." He purrs, snatching up your own hand instead and continuing his original plan of tucking you securely into his side. "You turned your back to the scum bag, though." He tsks quietly. "My brat should know better."

Sukuna easily turns the both of you around, lifting you slightly to move without tripping you. You’re forced to face your coworker once again, although you notice that your unease has dissipated with Sukuna next to you now. 

“Is this...? A-Are you guys…” Sam sneers at Sukuna's sudden appearance, his poorly shaven lip curling up in disgust. 

Sukuna merely hums in response, “Every night while you’re wet dreamin’ about it.”

“S-Sukuna!” You interrupt, squeezing his fingers. Heat burns in your ears and you can feel them going pink under Sam��s now incredulous stare. “Is… my… yes.” You finish quietly, trying to avoid either one of the men watching you. Letting people into your personal life was not something you liked to do, even though you're sure your fiance would love it if you screamed it from the rooftops.

“Aw,” Sukuna makes a fond, sentimental noise and you press your elbow into his rib cage when you hear a mischievous lilt to his tone. 

“You and this guy?” Sam gives Sukuna an obvious once over, crossing his gangly arms over his chest in disapproval. “He’s not even your type!”

Oh.

Maybe this guy deserved a good beating.

Even you were too afraid to look at your fiance at that moment, you could tell by the look on Sam’s face that Sukuna wasn’t happy. 

The scariest part about Sukuna getting angry, was the lack of reaction. There was no glaring. No muscles going rigid. No shouting. There was only this overwhelming sense of danger, like a prey animal realizing it was about to meet its predator. 

Sam tries to fix it, sensing the murderous intent hanging in the air, but his ego still tries to bite: “Look, dude, I don’t mean any harm. I just think she needs a gentleman.”

…

Now that piques your interest.

You need a gentleman?

You almost completely forget about Sukuna for a moment, your head snapping in your coworker's direction with breakneck speed. 

“Gentleman?” You repeat, scoffing. “Are you fucking kidding me? You’ve been breathing down my neck like a fucking animal in heat all day. Practically begging for half a second of female attention in any form you can get it and you’re standing here-after trying to follow me to my car like some fucking pervert- and you’re trying to tell me you’re a gentleman?”

When you try to take a step forward, you're reminded of Sukuna's unrelenting grip on your hip bone, holding you in place.

“Calm down- all I wanted to do was walk you to your car.” Your ill-favored coworker rolls his eyes, although you can sense his discomfort in the way he takes a few steps away from you. His ego speaks again, and you see red. “You don’t have to be such a bitch about it.” 

What.

“Alright, alright” Sukuna is shoving something cold and jagged into your hands, distracting the sudden confused rage that washes over you. Before you can expel it, he unfastens his hand from around your waist and nudges you in the direction behind him. “Go start the car.”

You blink up at him, taken back by the entire situation. His keys dangle in your frozen fingers, clinking together. 

Sukuna knows you're mad. Knows the only thing on your mind is curb stomping the man in front of you. And you know he won't let you get anywhere near that.

“Come on, Duckie.” He purses his lower lip in a mock pout when you don't turn to leave immediately. There’s something dark glittering behind the faux playfulness in his eyes, reassuring you that nobody was going to get off easy, asking you politely to turn your gaze from what he was about to do.

His calloused thumb sweeps over your fingertips, gliding over the deep red nail polish there. The kiss he presses against your knuckles is one meant for royalty. Soft and sweet. And incredibly persuasive. “I just got these nails done. Lemme keep ‘em pretty for ya.” 

~

When Sukuna opens the driver side door and slides in, fifteen minutes have passed. There’s a smear of blood on his cheek that matches the one on his knuckles, the red catches his eye in the review mirror. He licks his finger, using his spit to try and wipe it off before he turns to meet you, smiling sweetly. 

“What should we get for dinner?"

[willowser]

your car starts making a concerning sound and you tell katsuki about it off-hand, a lil frowny about having to take it into the shop, and you come home from work the next day to him and his dad covered in grease and trying to fix it in the garage

[kaiminluu]

the party as greasers is something that can be so personal

[respectthepetty]

I'm so glad y'all voted for me to watch Love in the Air, so I can become a hypocrite and fully root for Nagumo Shoma to fuck up a car and lie about it all so he can meet a boy.

That's what this BL boy deserves.

And that's what *I*deserve!

[bobsaname]

Tassita the quite car (Starlight express) stim board

🚫💙🚫|💙🚫💙|🚫💙🚫

[brainrotcharacters]

Have a romp in a Honda Odyssey now and fix your marital disagreements today!

[dykedvonte]

Mouthwashing AU where they work in a fast food place

corpirate wouldn't let them close down during a hurricane and now they're shut in for the forseeable future

instead of mouthwash it's a massive shipment of expired special sauce

Curly gets horrifically burned by the deep fryer after Jimmy dumped an entire bag of ice in it

I like normal real life aus because I treat it like Curly is just mildly injured/incapacitated (like sick leave) as their boss/manager and Jimmy takes over because like, no one is gonna die but when he wakes up or comes back it’s basically this:

Like there is no reason working at a Pony Express themed Waffle House should lead to death and destruction of that magnitude but Jimmy finds a way. He likely caused the fucking hurricane.

[unluckyprime]

we go together!!🎶 ⚡️❤️

[candlecanoe]

wip/caboose stuff while im working on some bigger stuff ◉_◉

suggestive? leather caboose under the cut. its just the second drawing´s sketch shirtless

been working on figure drawing/anatomy for school so i figured i might as well make it fun for myself, i think he likes the way harnesses hug his body, he likes the pressure... its comforting

[gutsofgold]

I NEEEED to hear a Dinah cover of Hopelessly Devoted to You. PLEASE. PLEAAASE

[naffeclipse]

Another question; the MC probably carries the cornstarch around as a sort of "Grease deterrant" (or is it just, part of the job??), but do they have anything like that for the other two? Or are they generally well-behaved enough that it isn't necessary?

"Grease deterrent" is 100% correct. As for Hawthorn and Calmo, no. Grease is the most devious out of the three and needs some cornstarch thrown on him now and then so MC can actually get to work and not have to deal with being chased all the time by an oil demon.

MC does learn that Hawthorn is easily distracted by lights and will go out of his way to turn off such obstructions (MC has lost the privilege of MC's phone once or twice due to Hawthorn slipping it away and turning it off). Hawthorn is the most well-behaved out of all of them, but that's not to say he doesn't occasionally spook or alarm MC or do some sly things. He's still a creature of the night, but he's a gentleman too.

Calmo is difficult and stern when it's inconvenient for MC, like when it gets too late at night and Calmo asks (tells) MC to get into bed already because of MC's early shift tomorrow or MC hasn't had anything to eat all day and Calmo is forcing MC to sit down and have a proper meal. Calmo is not the least bit excited about water and there are a few buttons MC could push that would shut him down, but he only shows MC those buttons with careful instructions to press them if MC ever feels unsafe around Calmo or Calmo isn't acting like himself.

[girlsnightgirlsnight]

we know for a fact that real hermie unworthy would have been pissed if he had been there

[scrooges-greasy-toes]

Have a Dewey and a Webby. This took a long time :)

[darkphoenix180]

Random post for Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies. Loved the first season. I hope it gets renewed for a second. Reblog if you agree that it needs a second season.

[shadow0-1]

keeping company