#i dont know how to cars or nothin

[cadavorcist]

cant stop the Aft-train

[2tarbell]

COWBOY TAKE ME AWAY

you ask your boyfriend to take a look at your engine…

(drabble. © 2tarbell 2024)

rafe was close to losing his damn mind. how was this thing even still running?

he’s not a mechanic, in fact he finds it all too fuckin’ annoying. but when you looked up at him with those sparkly eyes, asking him to fix your little car, he couldn’t bring himself to turn you down.

so there he was, backwards cap on and sweating through his shirt. he’s already smoked two cigarettes trying to even start to fix the damn thing. the mess that was awaiting him under the hood made him shoot you a look, but you simply furrowed your brows and sighed in that sugary sweet voice ‘jus’ dont know what’s wrong with it’.

he was a sucker, maybe. pussy whipped, for sure.

more than an hour had passed and hardly any progress was made on the deteriorating engine. he was starting to get pissed off, your ‘the chicks’ cd having played three times through, the screen door allowing it to be heard from the player in the living room.

rafe looks over at you again, taking in the way you sat on the steps of the trailer, pen in hand as you mumble to yourself about the crossword puzzle between humming along to the music. barefoot and sitting nice and comfy on the wooden plank. oh, the luxury.

you looked so pretty, and he almost dropped whatever tool he was using when he noticed you weren’t wearing a bra. he cleared his throat, focusing all attention on the shitty state of your motor.

“baby — what in the hell did you even do to this thing?”

your head snaps up at that, pouting and tiptoeing over to him, paper abandoned on the steps. you ignored his protests of heading inside to put on some shoes, stepping over rocks and weeds. rafe shakes his head and leans on his arms as he stares down the engine, praying to whatever will listen to magically tell him what the problem was.

he sighs when your arm snakes around his waist and turns to press a kiss to the top of your head that rests on his arm. your touch was a brief reprieve from the hot sun and difficult task.

“s’that bad?” you mumble, voice meek.

god, he would do anything to make that sad little tone vanish. but he can’t lie to you, not about this. no matter how much he knows you adore this car.

he hums, giving the engine a once over before looking over at you, “well, it— it ain’t great… gonna have to probably replace most of it if y’wanna keep it.”

the whine you let out makes an amused grin form on his lips. you both know you couldn’t afford to replace even half of it.

“well— can’t y’just— just—“

“ohhh, when did you become a mechanic, sugar?”

he whistles lowly at your glare, wrapping his arm firmly around your neck and pulling you in. the sensation of being pressed against his chest, his bicep pressing into your cheek makes a lick of heat shoot up your spine.

“don’t get an attitude w’me, a’ight?” he drawls into your hair, leaving that familiar heat to settle in your tummy. you knew better but whined incoherently, a babble of ‘but— but— daddy—‘. it might cost you some of his softness, but it was just so satisfying to hear him get just a little meaner.

“no, stop poutin’— dad’s doin’ this f’you on his off day, show some gratitude. there is nothin’ else i can do ‘bout the fuckin’ thing, ‘kay?”

he wished there was more to do for the vehicle, but it was about time. hell, you’ve had that thing longer than he could remember. you never were good at admitting he was right, though.

he sighs and shifts to wrap his arms tight around your waist, lifting you slightly on your toes. your hands immediately find his chest and you lean your forward against him, pouting still as his lips meet your temple. you stare at the car, feeling betrayed by something you considered your baby.

all things must come to end, or whatever the hell the saying is. you honestly found that to be complete bullshit as rafe runs a hand over your hip, fingers lightly caressing the skin between the fabric and your jean shorts. his touch was almost soothing.

“poor sweet girl…” his lips press against your ear, a teasing whisper, “what’m i gonna do with you, hmm?”

you huff, maybe a bit dramatically, and turn your head to gaze up at him. rafe chuckles softly at your expression, if anyone else did such a thing, it might’ve felt patronizing. but not him, not your rafe.

you can’t resist a little grin, hiding your face in his chest. he always made you fold too quickly. he coos and it makes you feel fuzzy all over. with a finger under your chin, he lifts your head up to press a sweet kiss to your lips. his are a little chapped and his scruff is starting to tickle your face but you don’t care, needing the comfort of your big, strong man desperately in this moment. his large palms trail down your body to settle and squeeze at your ass.

rafe smiles against your mouth, that tilt of his lips making your own rise. soon enough, you’re giggling and unable to kiss him back. he doesn’t care and presses closer, swallowing those precious little sounds.

he lifts you, hands throwing you up and over his shoulder. he smirks at your squeal and closes the hood with one arm, the other holding you snuggly on his shoulder.

“rafe cameron, you put me down!”

“nuh — uh. think it’s time you thank me, yeah?”

with a smack to the swell of your ass, he walks up the three steps to your shared trailer, already planning on taking you to shower with him. the screen door shuts with a slam and your laughter echoes into the dusty streets of your little neighborhood.

[pumpkinsy0]

Can u do hcs of Steve and soda being purlys #1 opp (whether u ship stevepop or not )

of course!!!<33

•steve couldnt give less of a fuck WHAT curly and pony r doin he truly does not care, its soda whos dragging him along

•well thats what he WANTS u to think, he does care actually, not as much as soda but enough to be like “wtf is pony doing w curly”

•most of the time when one of em is flirting w the other, soda usually kinda looks over his shoulder and steve KNOWS hes looking at curly bc sodas eyes twitch a lil when hes mad

•when curly does something to rile soda up, steve isnt even upset hes just absolutely ASTONISHED at the it, like either curly has the balls or hes just really stupid and steve thinks its a mix of both (it is)

•sometimes steve and soda would be on a date but they see pony and curly off in the distance and they DONT want to just abandon their date so they r like, trying to focus on their date but they cant help but look over to see what pony and curly are doing

its just like “yea so then me and her-👀,,,yea,, so anyways we hung out”

•when theyre all at a party, steve and soda like to stay close to pony to make sure ponys ok and when curky comes over w like a drink or food or to just whisk pony away, they do NOT budge and pony just has to sneak off to curly while soda and steve r playing card games

•once, soda was looking into his and ponys shared dresser and noticed a shirt that was in there was a shirt curly was wearing literally a few days ago

•he aint even get mad or nothin, he took that shirt and steve and him used it as a sweat and oil rag for that day at the dx (which happened to be the busiest weekday)

•pony noticed but he couldnt say anything bc he wasnt rlly open about his relationship w curly so he would just glance at it frequently, and soda KNEW he was looking at it, he did feel a tad bit bad after that one

•steve was a lil dick and was askin if he was alright bc he was staring at something, what an ass

•when pony comes hime from hanging out w curly, soda cannot STAND the smell of curly at all, not bc he stinks rlly but bc it smells of curly undeniably, and hes just asking pony to take a shower 😭

•steve thinks soda being passionate about anything makes him pretty, so yes, he also finds soda ranting about how much he doesnt like pony near curly being attractive, he just choses to ignore the topic

•sometimes when curly wants to buy pony something (BUY not STEAL hes not completely broke all the time) soda and steve but in like “noooo ILL buy it for him” and curlys going “nono trust me mf I got this” and ponys zoning out just thinking “im getting double the snacks”

•when soda and steve accompany them at the drive in, they sit behind them so when curly tries that ‘yawning to put my hand around u, shit they just slap his arm midair and u just hear a loud ass SMACK and curly trying not to yelp😭

•its fine tho cause curly just puts his hand on ponys thigh and theres essentially nothing soda and steve can do but sit there seething

•steve and soda work at the dx im sure that when they see curlys rust bucket of a car, theyre going “r u SURE u wanna drive in that pony” absolutely dragging that car to hell and back just dissecting all the problems it has while curlys RIGHT there and they steve ends it off w “but hey man fuck it its ur life ig”

[https-evan2]

Slushies (Hobie brown x reader)

warnings! None just making out

No pronouns used

please mind English isn’t my first language and the making out will be pretty awkward since im not the biggest fan of the idea of it lol

• You and your boyfriend where heading home after one of his shows

• It wasn’t anything unusual considering you’ve been dating for months now

• It was getting dark which was a little unusual since it was summer

• You where just driving in his car barely awake but the he stopped

“hey luv’ wanna get somthin’ to eat” he said pointing to a gas station

“yeah” you said rubbing your eye trying to stay awake

• You both went inside of the gas station

• Tbh the constant sound of the air conditioning and the yellow tint was both annoying but really nostalgic

“I haven’t been in one of these since i was a kid” you said trying to break the silence

•You both went through and looked at food that had gone bad months ago hnit you come to the only thing without cobwebs on

•the slushie machines

“ey luv’ what do ya say?” He said pointing at the slushie machines

“yeah it’s probably the only thing that isn’t over 5 years old in here”

• You both walk towards it then pouring slushie in your cups

• You go over to the counter to pay only to be met by a sleeping middle aged man

• you slap a £2’er on the counter

“Are you sure that that was the actual price” you ask him

“eh cheaper is cheaper am i right?”

“That kinda illegal but okay”

• you sit down in his car and try not to thjnk about that

• After you’ve drunken almost half of your slushies you notice Hobie isn’t drinking just staring at you

“whats the matter got a staring problem?” You say jokingly

“Nothin’ you just look awfully lovely right now”

• He was always trying to tease you and make you flustered so it didn’t really affect you until you saw him unbuckle your seatbelts

“what are you-“ you tried to ask him but them immediately got put on his lap

“Oh gees you really want to do this now?” You say annoyed but still laughing at the end

“I dont see you complainin’”

• He grabbed your chin pressing his lips on to yours • You moved your hand up to his face and he moved his down to your waist

• The soft kiss slowly turned more heated and next thing you know you felt his tongue asking for permission

• You opened your mouth for him and the moment you did that he switched you around so he could use the seat as support

• He pressed you against the seat tongue exploring your mouth like there was no tomorrow

• You pulled away for air

• You look over at him smirking

“ya’know i would continue but i think we should drive away to somewhere more private” he said

• You would respond but you could barely form a sentence bc of how flustered you were even though it wasn’t anything unusual to make out with your boyfriend

“so watcha saying?”

[thelonelyshore-if]

My mc was uust there the whole time going

"How many times i gotta say i believe u, like i alr believed in supernatural and then i washed up on a shore after drowning for 2 days and oh yeah am in a city I ain't ever heard of before and my own city isn't visible on a map. Did i mention I saw my sister walk on water?" And then R still goes "ok u know what you wont believe is until u try to leave heres the car" "WHAT DO YOU MEAN I DONT WANNA GO AND KILL MYSELF I ALR BELIEVE U???" Like bestie ur getting annoyed over nothin 😖

Hmmmmm this ask got me thinking that I should tweak the scene a little bit. Add more reactivity for true believer MCs; at the very least in the way the others react to them. Because you're totally right lmao the MC has seen some Shit at this point and they should be able to make that clearer.

[renren-006]

Hi could you do something with fezco where he has a big fight with reader(girlfriend) with a happy ending

You Did a Bad Thing Twice| Fezco x Reader

Word Count: 1468 Warnings: Angst, drugs, language, fluff A/N: hey!! so i decided to have a little fun and have a little twist with this one hope you like it!!

You were the most curious person ever, just like that cat that couldn't keep to herself, you couldn't either. "Curiosity killed the cat"

As it was you were a curious person and Fezco knew that, and he knew that it would also mean one day it would blow up in his face. So when there were situations where you were too curious for your good, Fezco finally blew.

You were the most curious person ever, just like that cat that couldn't keep to herself, you couldn't either. "Curiosity killed the cat"

As it was you were a curious person and Fezco knew that, and he knew that it would also mean one day it would blow up in his face. So when there were situations where you were too curious for your good, Fezco finally blew. 

Time Number One:

This one had not been all your fault, only partially. You and Rue had decided to tag along with the boys to a deal and chill out in the car. It was only the two of you that night and it was surprisingly terrifying being trapped in a car with Rue, high off her ass. Fez didn't know she had taken something and you didn't want to be the one to rat her out but that happened anyways when someone came and put guns to your heads in front of Fez. You stood there in the dim light of the shipping containers and boats with Fezco’s eyes burning holes in your head. The man behind you had your hair in his hands and a gun to your spine, you thought you were going to piss yourself because of how scared you were. Then there was Rue, talking shit as normal and wouldn't shut up, so the man behind her jostled her a few times before she hit the mute button.

"Hey man, you let er' go" Fez spoke calmly to the man behind you. "They dont know nothin"

"Yea? Then why the hell you bring them here?" he asked, pulling my hair back, yanking my neck, and the gun dug deeper into my skin.

"Please, please" you begged, "I don't even do drugs, sir"

"Sir? Is this your girl Fezco?" the man asked, and Fez stepped closer.

"Yea," he said sternly, "You let her and her friend go and I'll forget about this shit ever happening, or else you can go find someone else to deal for you"

"Oh, I see how it is," he said. The man then threw you off of him, making you stumble and tip into Fez’s arms while the other guy calmly let Rue go, who stumbled behind Ashtray and was mumbling something to herself to calm down.

"Aight'' the man said, "You deal our shit properly or next time we won't leave your curious girl as clean as we left her today" and that was the end of the meeting. You clung to Fez who in turn picked you up and brought you back to the car. He sat you down next to him, one of your legs over his as he drove home, Ashtray watched from the backseat with a freaked-out Rue. That night you got scolded and got fucked senselessly till you swore promises to him as you fell asleep calmly. 

Time Number 2:

The second time was all your fault. Fezco knew you well enough to know that having a drug dealer show up at your shared house unannounced was a bad idea. So he shoved you into your shared room, and told you to be quiet. What seemed like an hour ticked by and you had not heard a peep from outside. You cautiously stepped into the hallway, and down to the kitchen and living room, only to come across a room full of tatted up guys with the main one sitting across from Fez. When you tried to step back down the hallway and out of the eyes of the gang members one of them spotted you.

"Hey! Fez you didn't say there were others in the house" the man said, grabbing your arm and pulling you into the living room. You were only in your sleep shorts and one of Fez shirts, you nervously put your arms around yourself to hide. 

"You have a pretty one, Fezco. Why didn't you have this little....slut join us?" the man asked Fez.

"She ain't no slut. She's my girl" Fez said seriously, "And she aint got no business here, let her go back to our room" 

"No, you hid this little thing away when I said no other listeners, she'll stay until we're finished here" he said as you were thrown next to Fez on the couch whose hand found yours. You wanted to whisper to him but the grip he had told you that he was pissed and I shouldn't talk if I wanted this deal to continue going smoothly. You knew you should not have snuck out the room to see what was going on.

"Now where were we...right. Molly? Are you selling my shit or do I have to teach you a lesson by playing with your girl?"

"Don't you touch her," Fez Said. You knew Fez hated selling molly, after what happened with Rue. It wasn't a secret that you knew about Fez's worries and his do's and don'ts in this business. You had talked to Ashtrey enough about this line of work to know that you could have fucked up this deal majorly by having Fez take on the selling of Molly.

"Look man I had a bad run in with Molly okay. I don't want to mess with that no more"Fez insisted.

"Well then, I think we have some persuading to do, '' he said and before he could even reach over to touch you, Ash had his gun aimed right at the dude's head.

"Don't you touch my ma you hear" Ash spoke, gun ready to shoot if the man even thought twice. The other guys had their arms now ready to whip their guns out but one had one trained on me and Fez was about to lose it. 

"Ash, put it down" a command spoken by Fez had the boy putting his firearm down. "Fine, small number, I already have your other products to sell" 

"I like a negotiation, '' the man said, waving his arm to have the man drop the gun and hand Fez a small bag. "One ounce, since your so cautious, and I won't try to touch your girl again if the bag is all sold"

"Deal" Fez spoke so fast he hoped the men would leave soon, and he did. When they were gone and you were calming down, Fez exploded. 

"What the hell did you think you were doing?" he asked Ash, straightened his back at Fez's loud words. 

"I...was curious. I was there for an hour…” you said, your voice quest as you spoke back to him. 

"What? you thought you would come walking in to see what was happening and leave not harmed" Fezco asked you angrily. 

"Yea.." 

"You cannot be serious! What the hell Y/N! The last time this happened you had a gun to your back and a man who looked like he wanted to take you, and this time.....I thought you were going to die" Fez said loudly. He was scared, this voice wasn't anger, ir was cautious. You threw that away when you went down the hallway and Fez almost lost his mind at the thought of you being hurt. 

"I think that about you, that you'll die one day when I'm not there or when Ash can't spring a gun..." You told him softly, you knew the worries because you had them. 

"Y/N," he said softly, his tone changing.

"I'm curious, because I want...No I need to know how much danger you're in"

"I'm safe hunny I swear" Fez spoke. He slowly sat back down next to you on the couch. 

"Are you? Because I know I fucked that up but what if I had not come out here and what if you still refused and he pulled a gun on you or Ash and all I could do is cry over one of your bodies...?" you screamed back. Now it was you that was scared "I can't live if you're not there, and I can not be kept in the shadows about this shit"

"I'm sorry, honey. I know now how much terror you must feel" Fez said, scooting closer to you on the couch. Ash slid down onto the chair in front of you two.

"I'll always protect him. And you" Ash spoke, "Your my ma, you care and you worry just like a mom would"

"I do, oh Ash hun I do, I worry about both my boys, and this line of work scares me because I don't know what shape you'll come home in"

"We know '' Fez spoke. "Why don't we watch that Disney movie you love?" He asked you. A smile rose to your face. 

"You'll watch that with me?" You asked.

"Anything to make you feel better," he told you. "Anything for you hunny"

[dorkydiaz]

i was ridin shot gun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car, he’s got a one hand feel on the steering wheel the other on my heart,i look around turn the radio down, he says baby is somethin wrong, i say nothin, i was just thinkin how we don’t have a song!

OUR SONG IS THE SLAMMIN SCREEN DOOR! SNEAKIN OUT LATE TAPPIN ON YOUR WINDOW! WHEN WERE ON THE PHONE AND YOU TALK! REAL! SLOW! CAUSE ITS LATE AND YOUR MAMA DONT KNOW!

[tachimichishrine]

"first time"

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virgin!tachihara michizou x fem! reader

▸◃▵pt 1 // pt 2 // pt 3▵▹◂

warnings: nsfw ; car sex ; drug + alcohol use ; power sub! reader ; masturbation (f) ; intended lowercase ; cursing ; giving him black hair bc i can ; i wanna ruin this man so badly you dont understand

your body slumped against the hood of the car, his own doing the same thing next to you; backs on metal and faces pointed towards the stars. tachihara puffed out a cloud of smoke, flashing you a grin that dropped once you one-upped him by stealing his and blowing out an expertly crafted ring. you tried giggling, but your own coughs interrupted rudely.

you didn't know what time it was. you and your little gang of misfits had broken into a bank earlier today, and blew almost all your cash immediately. the life of crime never weighed on your conscious, you'd been doing this for years and the thrill of the adrenaline rush was all you cared about. it was nice, too, having friends with which you were close and could place your trust.

tachihara was new though. you could barely remember how he introduced himself or found you, but after the first time he busted open a safe without lifting a finger you knew he was sent from a higher being.

everyone else had left the empty parking lot, gone to do who knows what and leaving you here all alone with your little safecracking prodigy. the car whose hood you were sitting on wasn't yours, obviously, but the cool metal radiating through your thin clothes onto your skin was a refreshing contrast to the warm liquid you'd downed earlier. not too much tonight, you promise each other. you had all the time in the world, just you him and the night sky.

"it's fuckin' freezing," he grumbled, earning him another giggle.

"it's not that cold," you retorted, despite a hand wrapping around his shoulders to pull his back into your chest. his strands of black poked at your ticklish neck, and you had to run your fingers through them to tame the locks a little. "better?"

he didn't respond. you cautiously took a look at his face to see if he was okay, noticing that he clearly was not because his cheeks had never been this red before. you couldn't tell whether the shaking of his hands was due to the cold or your actions.

"woah, you okay?" you asked verbally, shifting slightly on the car so that you were more comfortable with his weight on you. "you that touch starved or somethin'?"

truth is, he was. but it was about a hundred times worse that he could feel your tits pressing up on him and the blunt he was smoking wasn't helping to calm his heart down. somehow he still managed a relaxed response. "nah, it's fine, I'm just fucking cold."

"mhm." you didn't sound convinced. just to tease him further, you took your icy fingertips, dragged them down to the hem of his shirt and slid them under. he let out a disgruntled protest as you felt up his warm abdomen and drew circles on the taught skin.

"hey, the fuck are you doin'?" he grumbled, but his voice was dragged out and tired.

"well I was gonna warm you up but you're a goddamn radiator," you murmured into his ear. "shit you're right, it is cold. you wanna hook up in the car?"

his eyes nearly bulged out of his head, his body tensing. "what?"

"just a quickie," you reassured him, making it clear that it didn't have to mean anything more than that, "and we can head out afterwards."

his mind was mildly foggy, but every cold breath of the wind on his face sobered him up. clearly not enough, though, since he was pretty sure you'd just straight up asked him to have sex like it was nothing. by the way you were saying it, it might as well have been for you.

"tachi, ya still with me there?" you snapped your fingers in front of his face to bring him back, assuming the chemicals he'd inhaled were acting up.

he cleared his throat, a soft cough in the process. "yeah, yeah, I just... y'know what, it's nothin'..."

it took a few subtle hints to catch onto his discomfort: his muscles were contracting under your touch to his skin, he was shifting on the car to slightly lift himself off of you, not to mention that his face was practically glowing red. you were still fluffing his hair, and yanked it downwards so you could catch a glimpse of his amber gaze.

"holy shit, are you a virgin?"

"what? of course I'm not, why would you say that?" he grumbled angrily, pushing himself off of you to sit upright on the hood of the car, but the way he said it sounded like he was incredibly embarrassed. you didn't mean to giggle at him for that once you took another drag and blew a cloud into his face playfully.

"can't say I'm not surprised," you mused, a smirk on your face that scared him a little. you moved yourself closer to him, leaning in closely as you whispered softly. "you wanna change that?"

he was young, stupid and reckless. that was his excuse for letting his body get the better of his head and letting you drag him to the side of the car and shove your tongue down his throat rather aggressively. his head leaned back, he completely let go of control just to feel your lips on him, whispering just how badly you want to ruin him. your thigh slotted between his legs as your hips rocked slowly to get him to grind up against you.

despite being so eager to have him stretch you out, you murmured into his lips. "are you sure about this?"

to show you that he was, his grip on your waist led him to pushing your bodies off of the vehicle for a few seconds while he somehow unclicked the metal locks from the inside and the door opened by itself. you didn't question how he did what he did, instead stepping out of your pants and throwing him onto the backseat. to fit inside, he had to bend his legs after you'd climbed on top of him and slammed the door shut behind you.

"I'll take it easy," you promised, although your facial expression was not reflecting the words. you always thought he was one of the more attractive guys in your group, but seeing him under you clicked something inside your mind and you were suddenly having a hard time controlling yourself when your lips went back to his and your fingertips tore off his jacket and threw them somewhere in the front seat.

there wasn't a need to constantly check in with him to make sure he's not getting second thoughts because his hips were rutting upwards and you could feel him through his tight jeans. seeing him react this way made you cocky enough to grab his wrist and bring it up to your thighs. he didn't seem to get the hint, so you pushed his digits right on your slowly soaking panties.

tachihara was messy at first. if you had any doubts that he was a virgin, they'd vanished as soon as he was raking his index along your pussy, trying to figure out where to put it in. it was hard not to chuckle at his uncertainty; he'd always talk a great deal and make it seem like he was the delinquent, like he'd been living this life since he was 5. he had a temper, didn't take orders well from people he didn't respect and has a nasty habit of always trying to get into shit with just about anyone who looks at him wrong, which is why the contrast of having him lay down under you with a hesitant thrust of his finger was so arousing.

you kept good on your word, not teasing him for his lack of experience. you made sure to moan louder when he did something right, and the positive reinforcement was doing wonders because by the time he'd gained enough confidence to push in another, you didn't have to exaggerate anymore.

"fuck... fuck that's good," you mumbled in between grunts as your lips hovered on top of him with a string of saliva and sweet taste of his breath between you. "mnn... yeah, you gotta stretch me out before you... hah... fuck me good... shit, try and rub my clit, baby."

another pleasant surprise, he caught on quickly and soon enough the bundle of nerves were being pushed and roughly handled by his thumb. you whispered something in his ear about how good he was doing and how nicely you were gonna fuck him for this. he tried some more things, his free hand exploring your upper body and trying to feel you from under your bra all the while he curled the other's tips inside you with enough force to get your pussy sucking him up and earning him some more breathy curses from your lips.

your teeth bit into the skin under his ear, steadying yourself as he pulled out halfway through and had your cunt spasming frustratedly around nothing. you weren't sure if you had enough space to suck him off in the backseat, but he didn't give you the chance to offer as he wiped damp digits against your bare thigh then tried to unbuckle his belt.

"nu uh." you stopped him, making sure to dispose of it with your own hands. "you're gonna fuck me yourself."

with mild difficulty, you managed to flip him so his body was on top of your own on the seats, knees spread out around his hips. you pulled down the zipper and any clothing restricting his erection, and you cautiously felt him up to gauge what was about to go inside of you.

"fuck you're thick," you rasped out, cold leather seats on your ass once he'd finally torn off your panties. you couldn't see anything at the moment except his face hovering over yours, red and sweaty despite barely doing anything. you smirked at his expression, and almost as if to shut you up, he lined himself up and snapped his hips.

you could barely handle him and he hadn't even sunk in fully, trying to find out how deep he could hit but unable to hold back when you had tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.

"fuck, you're so tight," he grunts, trying again to push himself inside of you but you're clenched down so hard that it takes a lot more than a simple thrust of his body to bottom out. you're crying out broken groans and angry whimpers, yet you still manage to tell him forcefully not to stop.

you'd be lying if you said that you were letting him fuck you while this tense because it was his first time and you promised to play nice; it was because of the way you were digging your nails into his shoulders and choking on your own cries of pleasure. he said that he'd never done this before, but some level of raw, deeply rooted instinct got him finding his groove and pounding you, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull.

the frame of the car was creaking, bouncing up and down on the suspension with every time his drop met your rise and he finally managed to reach deep enough in you to get your toes curling and chest heaving. your hands were on his back, his own forearms placed on both sizes of your head to support his weight as he felt the kind of high he didn't know was possible.

after you took control from under, he was having trouble holding back and suddenly his sounds were louder than your own. you noticed his lips pressing into a line with closed eyes as if he was afraid of the scandalous grunts you brought out of him. your hand went down to his hip, to his ass to hold him steady as you fucked up upwards and slowly got used to his cock inside of you. he nearly came apart when you clenched down at the same time as you dropped yourself, completely pulling him out with a squelch.

"don't fuckin' cum inside of me," you warned as you slammed back into him and he whimpered into your neck once more. having his hands on the seat wasn't enough, and he had his palm against the glass of the window trying to grab onto something while your pace got merciless and he felt his mind go numb with the sensation. "god, you're so fucking... can't believe I'm the first to fuck your pretty little cock, baby."

tachihara didn't know which word did it, but this time when you clenched, something burst on the inside and he felt himself finishing. it was sloppy, but he managed to pull out and stained your shirt which was still on. he had a hard time holding his weight above you, and just let himself collapse on your chest despite the cum he'd just squirted all over you.

"oh, don't you dare," you grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his face up so you could look him in the eyes. you were about to spit something vile about him not getting you to finish, but instead you just sighed and let it go. besides, the stimulation was good enough that you only needed to plunge your fingers back in between your thighs to push yourself over the edge.

you didn't feel the need to bury your face anywhere as your jaw slacked and you reached your high with him laying down on top of you breathing heavily. you did, however, get him to suck your fingers to clean up.

both of you got out of the car, and your shirt was so stained you decided just to leave it in the vehicle. tachihara followed you out, hesitantly closing the door and watching you put your clothes back on while he zipped his pants back up. he noticed that you had pulled out his jacket from the front seat, but made no motion to give it back to him. instead, you put it on top of your bra and zipped it up, leaving him in only his thin white shirt.

"hey," he protested, but you put up a finger.

"your fault, you pay," you shrugged with a chuckle, then gestured for him to come closer so you could give him his belt. he was expecting you to hand it over, but instead you grabbed his hips and slid it around him while looking him straight in the eyes. "you know, you're full of surprises, tachihara. how was that?"

"was fine," he said nonchalantly, but he was betraying his words again by blushing and having his nostrils flare slightly when you asked.

"mhm," you smiled, nodding your head towards another car in the parking lot. "do you mind working your magic on this one? the sex helped but it's still goddamn cold and we better get out of here."

on cue, the locks unclicked and two doors opened. you climbed in and he followed, each thinking deeply on the drive back. you thought about how you'd just taken his virginity so easily, and he thought about how much he wanted you to do it all over again.

[damiianismwayne]

im too sick to draw so false quotes

damian: cover ur little ears okay

jonathan: ok, im doing it :)

damian (to melvin): KILL URSELF DIE I HOPE UR FAMILY GETS RUN OVER BY A FUCKING CAR CRA-

flash: how many genders are there

hal: i dunno. i just got here

aquaman: oh i just learned theres like 58

cyborg: i dont know

batman: 1

wonder woman: probably atleast a million i would think

flash: how many genders are there

superman: how many judges? supreme court or what?

flash: yes

superman: uh supreme court there areeee-

j'onn: you could be male female transgender whatever all that matters is youre comfortable in your own skin with it

damian to jonathan: cow says 'mooo'! Butterfly dont say nothin', pigs says youve a right to remain silent

bruce: *watching*

green arrow: all right i get it you all are without fathers alright-

jonathan: im not.

jonathan: f*cking love my dad :)

flash: *cough cough* man... just what r u doin

reverse: what am i doing? im saying the N word.

flash: i dont think you can even say that-

reverse: you sure about that?

flash: oh no...

reverse: im black now flash.

flash: y..you made yourself black so you can say the N word?

reverse: thats right flash. and you cant stop me.

flash: oh shi-

alfred: the porn on your fucking computer... made my jaw drop

bruce: ???

superman: what u doing

wonder woman: huh

superman: what u doing.

wonder woman, hiding the sus superman art on her computer: me? just hanging aroun' :)

[ur1simp]

𔓘Marty x Reader𔓘

(hello! Sorry I haven't been posting much, I'm still writing the week from like...3 weeks ago sorry for that. Um, I hope you enjoy this! Get ready to have some...mixed emotions? Idk ILY GOODBYE! I'm also having really bad cramps. I may make a Marty x Reader story for girls who are on their . Just because Im on mine and I'm in pain.)

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A saw blue flash outside my window. I was home alone at the time, I looked outside to see...a goofy old car? Weird. I probably shouldn't go outside to look but, eh? Who's here to stop me? I went to go grab my flashlight, and my boots. I put those on and went outside.

"hello? Anyone here?" I asked aiming the light at the car.

"H-Hi! I uh I'm sorry for crashing my..del- my..." the boy looks around and sees a Tesla. "My...Tesla!"

"are you okay? That's not a tesla. By the way, where did you come from? I saw a blue flash and Im now looking at a teenager who looks like he came from the 80s." I said as the boy gets out of the car, slowly.

"oh uh it's a...dress-up!" He says

"a cosplay?" I burst out laughing.

"hm? Look, can I have some money or something so I can stay somewhere?" He says with a serious face.

I hand him $20 dollars and he take it and runs off.

"wow, really can't trust people now. He just ran off." I say and walk inside.

The next day, I woke up to hearing tapping on my window. I look to see that same boy from last night.

"what?" I say when I opened the window.

"Geez, waking up on the wrong side of the bed?" The boy says.

"what do people who watch people? 'peeping Tom'? How long were you watching me? Nevermind, ignore that. What do you want?" I back away from the window as I see the boy jump in.

"nothin, just wanted to come in." He gave me a smile-smirk and raised his eyebrows.

Gosh that smile. WAIT I DONT EVEN KNOW HIS NAME!!

"what's your name? You look like a slacker." I asked and gave a fact.

"haha, very funny. Um no Im Marty Mcfly." Marty said.

"I'm Y/N L/N."

He laughed.

"okay Mrs.McFly."

"ayo- what?"

"I'm joking!"

"haha..."

I actually had a fun time with Marty, he said he would like to come again for the rest of the week. How could I say no? He asked me if I wanted to date on the 4th day. I said yes, even though we hardly knew each other.

I got a call on the 7th day:

"Hello, Y/N? Can you meet me outside your window?"

...

I saw him outside the window. I came down.

"hey!" He said while smile-smirking.

"sup."

"look, I want you to know is I love you. No matter how far I am from you. You will always live in my heart. I have to go..now."

Next moment I know is he pulled me into a kiss.

"see you later future Girl." Marty said as he hoped inside his car and back up, went into reverse, and went up to 88mph and disappeared.

"marty...?...Marty? Marty!" I yell.

It's been 70 years, I'll never forget him. I'm 87 years old. There has been Flying cars, cellphones, ai, and blue tooth headphones. I'm still telling my story, I'll never forget my first teenage Love and my only love. I adopted a girl when I was 27 and she had started a family with her husband. I never heard from Marty Again..I hope he's doing okay.

[munsster]

Hiii I just found your page and I love it!! Could you maybe do headcanons for Eddie dating a reader with a wealthy family? Tysm 😁

eddie with a wealthy s/o

A/N: oh and reader SPOILS him and he’s like a confused puppy about it

Warnings: fluff, wealthy!reader, kissing, gift-giving, tipsy driving (DONT DO IT 🤬), PDA, bribing dustin, pet names (bug, baby)

he had no idea ur family was THAT upper class

not that you’re avoiding the topic, but whenever you’re deciding who’s place to hang at, he always beats you to the punch

plus his bed is rlly comfy soooo

how could you refuse??

anyway…

sure you dress nice & wear fancy jewelry most days

come to think of it, he supposes you are sorta preppy

and you drive a brand new car

you also pay for most of the meals, tipping upwards of 40%—unless of course the waiter was an asshole, then they get around 20%

what really shocked him is when you paid for everyone’s meal that one time they all went out to a diner after an especially grueling campaign

maybe he just didn’t consider your finances a huge factor in… anything really

he still doesn’t

but you invited him to a gala and it all became a little clearer

btw the gala was hosted at a mf country club and on the way there eddie kept asking you over and over if he looked nice enough (he did)

he was WORRIED

he put his hair up and even wore a pretty baby blue dress shirt and tie

you kept chuckling a little at his nerves because he’d be like “hmmshsmshjs is this okay???? should i take off my watch??? please, bug, you gotta help me out”

you’d think you were dying with how hurried and panicked he was speaking

but you just reached over and held his hand and gave him a kiss on the cheek, whispering sweetly

“they’re gonna love you” + “you look beautiful” + “nothin’ to worry about” + “you should put your hair up more. suits you” + “you’re cute when you blush”

and he’s simply melting into the praise

the whole night, the two of you are attached at the hip

he’s so nervous with his ringed fingers gently cradling the flute of bubbly you snuck him

you were right; everybody loves eddie

you’re just smiling next to him, holding his hand while he chats up the golf dads and housewives dressed to the nines

he collects a couple business cards and is flushed pink after his third glass

he definitely gets roped into a golf game with one of the neighborhood dads after he talked himself up a bit too much (with no help from you)

“he’s an excellent shot!!!” you chirp, knowing full well eddie has never golfed in his life—then promptly whisper an “i’ll teach you” against his ear

you get so excited when the orchestra—yes, orchestra—starts to play

and eddie HAS to drag you onto the dancefloor

how can he not??? you look beautiful

and the ladies on the sidelines hoot and holler when eddie lays a big ol’ kiss on you

oh to be young and in love *sigh*

aNYWAYS

you take him to your house afterwards and he is in awe at the steadily increasing size of the houses as his lil old van trundles through your gated community

hello???? is that a mansion?????

“technically, it’s a McMansion, eddie baby”

“technically” he huffs out turning on to your twinkly street lined with about a dozen american flags

“talk about old money”

and you just smile at him and drag him up the —long ass—driveway with a grin

“isn’t it gorgeous?” “oh, bug, you know nothin’s more gorgeous than—holy shit is that a crystal chandelier????” “wait till you see the pool”

and there’s a marble floor and a winding staircase and a shit ton of angel statues

and the upstairs is even crazier with like white carpet—shoes are left downstairs—and a fuckin’ intercom system

“EDDIE EDDIE—wait okay, stay here and i’ll be right back” and he’s just standing in your room twiddling his thumbs when he hears

“ksh-kksh—i feel the need……. the need for speed….. do you copy, eddie???” in your deepest and gravelliest operator voice

coming from a speaker. in the wall.

and then you hop back in the room with this huge smile and he’s flabbergasted

basically, you let him wear some silk pajamas and you share your $300 skincare routine with him

and the whole time he’s sitting pretty and so confused

then he’s just laying on your round bed with a canopy and looking at you like how did i not know you were rich???

tbh he was rlly ignoring the signs for a hot minute

oh my god your bed is insanely comfortable

you scare the shit out of him when you hop out of bed with a gasp

he is SO concerned

but you walk back in the room with a cute little gift bag

he’s already pampered and smelling like vanilla, what else could there be—

the bag is labeled GUCCI?????

goddamn bro what is this day

but you hand him the bag all excited and like what is he supposed to do

so he unwraps the little black box and opens it and inside is this dainty little necklace with a heart charm

awwWWW

but like “c’mon, i can’t accept this….”

“PLEEEEEEASE????”

and you always win him over with that pout

and he’ll always call you a brat for it

so you help him clasp it on and he looks so pretty

“mama called while you were in the bathroom!” “and what did mama say?” “well, she said they’d be at the four seasons tonight” “jesus—” “and that they wanna invite you on our trip to LA—” “—christ” “…...’s that a ‘no’?” “nO!!!”

after that, you do not stop spoiling him

as much as he is reluctant to accept your gifts, he can’t shy away from a good leather jacket

people being so confused when you step out together

and you literally are not paying attention to their looks

awh but eddie is and he holds your waist a little tighter when he gets self-conscious

and you just stop him in the middle of the sidewalk and give him a kiss

him willingly holding all your bags when you go out shopping

“can i carry that for you????” “eddie baby, you already have 6–” “i can do it”

you basically being corroded coffin’s little manager: flirting to land gigs, finding them a good label, buying them new equipment when something breaks (or when they want shiny new amps), sleeping with the front man

eddie’s pretty sure gift giving is your love language because lord knows you don’t need much else, but when he gives you his favorite ring

oh boy, it’s all over

total waterworks, definitely

you always asking him for style advice

and rarely listening

“leopard print or floral” “hmmm…. leopard print” “both it is!!”

taking him and his friends to chicago and basically paying for everything

and they’re like holy shit, you’re made of money

and you do get a little shy at the praise

but his friends love you

and they did before you blew a shit ton of money on them

and it made eddie nervous the whole time

but you always reassure him it’ll be okay

and you’re worried he thinks of you different now that he knows

“you don’t think i’m… i dunno, pretentious?” “not even close, bug. think you’ve got a knack for shopping, though” “oh, stoppppp”

the gang thinks the amount you two display affection (to put it gently) is ‘gross’

you do a lot of sitting in his lap and general cuddling

mostly, you’re all over each other

and one time dustin would not stop ragging on eddie for making out with you at the carnival

and eddie just calls dustin a ‘twerp’ while you hand him a fifty and smile

he never mentioned it again

you definitely drag eddie to many more galas

and art galleries and the opera and horse racing and your beach house????

BUT in return, he takes you to his metal concerts and you join in on his D&D campaigns

don’t get him wrong….

he appreciates the financial security of it all, but obviously it’s a new feeling

sometimes it makes him a little frustrated to see someone with so much disposable income

especially growing up in a trailer park

it’s just different, you know???

so you let him pay for dinner when he asks

and he learns to understand you love spoiling him

and you learn to understand that he doesn’t love it all the time

but he really loves you

even when he has enough shiny things for a lifetime

he’s always considering just one more

and this time, it’ll come in a little velvet box

“love you, eds!” “love you, richie rich” “hey”

masterlist

[aka-indulgence]

Reunion (+ All new spaghetti!!!)

Your luggage rolled behind you, your heart racing. You’ve called with Sans (and Papyrus!) all throughout your work-trip, but you were going to reunite with them soon, face to face. You missed burying your face in Sans’ hoodie and the sound of Papyrus’ cooking in the background, forming your personal ‘ASMR’.

It might’ve been the only think that kept you awake, because the flight had left you with bags under your eyes, while feeling like you’ve just been covered in oil and needed a shower real soon.

Sans: where r y??? i dont see y You: omw

Sans must’ve been as nervous as you were from how often he asked where you were. But the wait was about to be over, because you’ve just exited to arrivals.

You’d say that it took you a while to find Sans, but it wasn’t that hard. You’re a morning arrival, and the morning crowd wasn’t particularly horrible. In fact you had space to stand around while scanning the ones waiting. You forgot to tell Sans that you were already outside- he was sitting and looking at his phone obsessively. Amusingly, he kept looking up from his phone, and a couple of times practically made direct eye contact with you, but in his hurry he didn’t notice.

“Sans!”

His head snapped up as soon as you called his name, eyesockets wide. Oh. He almost looked like he just went through a long flight himself. He stared at you for maybe 2 seconds before he leapt out of his seat and instantly teleported in front of you.

“holyshit you’re back!”

He instantly teleported back to the waiting area, probably so you could go home. You try grabbing the handle of the luggage, realizing it isn’t there.

“Wait... my bag!”

It was sitting abandoned in the middle of people exiting the gate.

“oops, my bad. got too excited,” Sans chuckled, his voice betraying the fact that he didn’t have enough sleep the night prior, quickly teleporting to the bag and bringing it back.

He lead you to the lobby, arm wrapped around you. He carried your luggage for you.

“Where’s Papy?”

“he’s waiting in the car.” Sans explained, nuzzling your face enthusiastically. “ah doll, i’ve missed ya so much, ya smell as good as ever.”

You giggle, waving him away as he let his teeth graze your neck. “Sans!!” you squealed, scandalous, “we’re in public!”

“i don’t care.” he states simply, “it’s been too long since i got the chance to get my hands all over ya, i’m not waiting anymore.”

Thankfully, it didn’t take long before Papyrus arrived with the car, because you might actually have to start fighting him before Sans tries doing anything more than kissing.

“HI. TINY,” Papyrus greeted, rolling down his window, made all the more humorous with the sunglasses taped to his skull.

“Papy!!!” You couldn’t resist it, you had to lean in and hug him. Normally, Papyrus would be under the pretense that any display of affection from you to him was disgusting, but even he seemed to miss you enough that he happily accepted it without yelling.

You climbed into the back with Sans (he had so bravely volunteered himself to be your lap-pillow for the trip), and you were glad to be able to stretch your legs a bit, at least more than you could on the plane.

The dull sound of the engine and subtle irregularities on the road made for a comforting make-shift lullaby while you relaxed against Sans.

“YOU KNOW, SANS HELPED ME COOK EARLIER.” Papyrus had casually mentioned.

“He did?!” momentarily, you’re awake again.

“YOUR FAVORITE, OF COURSE. THE ‘NEW AND IMPROVED SURFACE SPAGHETTI OF THE EVIL PAPYRUS’.”

“I don’t remember that being it’s name...”

“papyrus wants to patent it or somethin’.” Sans shrugged. “nothin’ actually official though. maybe if undyne comes over, he’s gonna write that down with a c inside a circle on top of the tupperware. thought of it while you were away and wanted to see if ya liked the name.”

“THAT’S NOT WHY-”

“Uh.... doesn’t roll off the tongue easily, but I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“...” A look of mischief grows on Sans’ face. “j-”

“SHUT IT SANS.” Papyrus immediately, emphatically said, leading to you and Sans chuckling, trying to explain ‘but i hadn’t even said anythin’!’

[pumpkinsy0]

Any Buck hcs cuz it’s been a while since he’s been on ur page🫣

i COMPLETELY forgot about him omg, but also how long have u been here for u to know that🤨🤨

•he acts like that worker who woke spongebob and patrick up after getting wasted at the goofy goobers ice cream party float

•hes MADE johnny sleepover upstairs of the bar, its the same place dally sleeps at sometimes, johnny was sleeping outside when it was cold as shit and buck wasnt hearing it and made him get in the car

•most of the drinks he has in that bar is from the caribbean, tim sells buck some drinks from haiti as a way to get some money

•hes heard damn near everyones business/problem and everyone is so lucky hes not a bigmouth and doesnt gaf

•for those who dont know i hc buck as trinidadian and his fav food is pholourie

•hes an only child if ive ever seen one, BUT if he did have siblings he’d have an older sister

•believe it or not he doesnt actually drink😭, maybe like a sip or too but nothin too crazy, he just likes being a bartender and needed the money

•was born in trinidad but was rlly young wjen they moved to the us w their family so doesnt rlly remember anything

•underaged ppl r allowed into his bar as a safe place however do this at ur risk bc during the night it gets RLLY rowdy, but if ur like not even 16, hes just kickin u out when its night time for ur own safety and his sanity

•he actually barely leaves the fucking bar, his bedroom is upstairs of it so he doesnt go out much, hes got personal demons to fight in that bed lmao

[sadkois]

you know what! i LOVE fics/aus/whatever revolvin around TIME SHENANIGANS (biggest example is time travel) and there needs to be more of these with nishiki and so here's a few ideas i've been thinking about...

Back to the past. after the explosion, nishiki wakes up in the past. sort of a second chance i guess :) (alt. kiryu is the one sent to the past. alt2. they both get sent to the past)

Time loop. similarly, after the explosion, nishiki wakes up in the morning of the final battle, except this time he has to relive the same day over and over... and over...

Switcheroo. 2005!nishiki & 80's!nishiki switch places :)

Back to the... future? nothin to do with that movie asgdh just send any nishiki into the future. it doesn't even have to be y0 to kiwami. it could be like. idk. get a nishiki thrown to y5. one of these could be either y0 or 1996 nishiki gets sent to y7. i really want nishiki to meet ichiban lmao

Meet&Greet. well, you know. all the ideas before only had one nishiki running around. but what if the past meets the future :)

Time Out. time stops while nishiki and kiryu are throwin punches. like, it stops for everyone except them.

read more for my nonsense. spoilers for y0 & kiwami. tw for suicide.

BACK TO THE PAST

After the EXPLOSION in kiwami, nishiki wakes up in the past. WHEN in the past you wonder? why there's a lot of possibilities... it could be anywhere between y0 and kiwami :') maybe even when they both were younger... tho my personal favourite moments are:

the moment he was pointing the gun at kiryu in y0. (he has a gun! when he exploded he had a gun too!)

the exact moment he killed dojima (yep another moment where he has a gun in his hands... )

LIKE HE CAN MAYBE FIX THINGS OR MAKE THINGS WORSE LMAO. BUT ALSO PLEASE SAVE YUKO... AAA

i havent thought much of this but yea. as for the alternatives. well i wanna talk about alt2 cause its always fun when two characters are sent to the past but they DONT know the other one knows, if u get what i mean lmao

TIME LOOP

OK COME ON, TIME LOOPS ARE THE ABSOLUTE BEST THINGS.

AGAIN. after the EXPLOSION, nishiki wakes up in the past, except this time he's gonna be stuck in a loop instead :) i think it would be great for it to be the morning of the final battle (alternatively 2 days before the final battle. tbh im a bit unsure of the timeline, but im takin the morning as having reina and shinji already dead, while 2 days prior has everyone alive... depends on how bad things are gonna be for everyone lmao)

this is the idea i have thought of the most but at the same time im incapable of putin it into words aaaa

but just. imagine nishiki having to relive the same day over and over. obviously he doesnt realize hes in a loop the first time, he sees it instead as a second chance to actually win lol. i think nishikis smart enough to actually manage this while having knowledge of the "future". so he wins. gets rid of jingu. gets the money. he thinks he's done it but the loop starts again :) actually, to confuse nishiki a bit, maybe he should get shot at the end of that first loop. so he thinks he just messed up that last part :) but yea. he relives everything again and again and again and what is he supposed to do to escape this hell. (oh he absolutely thinks this is just hell at some point. he died the first time and this is his personal hell....) some scenarios for some of the loops could be:

he ends up killing kiryu instead (for this one the loop doesnt immediately begin again. i want him to go really 'what have i done' for this one lmao)

he shoots/stabs himself the first moments of a loop. he, of course wakes up again like nothing happened

he just. leaves. grab his car and drive out of this place for good. it doesnt work.

i want him to talk about the loop to someone. theres many characters he could talk to... kiryu maybe being the last resort...

i want something funny cause it cant be all too awful all the time. i dont know what tho.

he ends up threatenin/killlin/etc etc quite some people

of course this all ends at some point but aaaa thinkin about it.... thinkin about it.

SWITCHEROO

still thinkin about it. i think it would be fun for them to switch with their appearances too. like, 2005 nishiki with his bigass eyebags and blood gel hair is suddenly in serena with kiryu and reina.

BACK TO THE FUTURE

OK DAMMIT. ignoring everything else to just say that ichiban and nishiki should be friends. ICHIBAN IS THE KINDA FRIEND NISHIKI NEEDS OK. SOMEOEN WHO ISNT AFRAID TO EMOTE. (WHO CAN EMOTE OASGDHFJG) also this could actually also be sendin ichiban to the past or soemthin idk. WAIT. IT COULD BE SOMETHIN LIEK THE XMEN FUTURE PAST MOVIE. I DONT KNOW.

MEET&GREET

i feel like 80s nishiki & 2005 nishiki would hate each other on sight and i wanna see it. 2005 nishiki cause ew thats my cringe past self and 80s nishiki would pick up those vibes immediately. and once hearing about everythng 2005 nishiki did he would start throwing punches lmao. at the end i think they should talk tho. maybe they can help each other out...

TIME OUT

OK YEA. U KNOW THAT PENGUINS OF MADAGASCAR EPISODE WITH KING JULIEN N KOWALSKI? if not. well. the thing is while they are punchin each other out time stops. of course they dont freakin notice until nishiki falls down and kiryu gets the chance to look around. yumi and haruka are frozen. he notices nishiki is the only one actually breathin and we go from there :) practically the fic to force them to TALK. (watch one of them freakin leave lmao)

ALSO YES I REALIZE TIME SHENANIGANS OR WHATEVER ARENT REALLY NECESSARY FOR SOME OF THESE BUT HEY . I JUST LOVE THOSE OK.

[830poll]

9. While we wait… did you ever figure out what you’re wearing? (wouldn't you like to know, weatherboy - 30%*)

[*another tie - see below]

I'm much more than the weatherboy, thank you very much. But there's no need to be shy! I'm sure you look lovely.

Or... wait, are you upset with me? That's fair. I imagine being hit by a car (and half of a fourth wall) isn't the best scenario to make friends in. But I'd still like you to feel comfortable here.

Bleeding aside.

(I promise I'm working on that.)

---

[AN: the tie results this time were mutually exclusive, so I'm treating this as a slight diversion.

I'm not sure if it's fairer to weave back into the other winning option ("i look like that guy @ the 7-11 who does tarot readings in exchange for slurpees" - 25%) or ask the outfit question later so people who voted 'weatherboy' can have an alternate say. If y'all have a preference, let me know!

Also I prepped this post in advance due to having stuff on tonight, so if it turns out a ton of last minute votes came in and something has a clear lead then ha ha whoops I'll get to that soon.]

[kazuwhora]

The first time I tried to check a low tire, I had to give puppy eyes to the guy waiting for the air machine behind me to come help because my daddy never taught me nothin'. He was actually really nice about it, but I hate how (1) thing goes wrong with my car and I'm reduced to tears because I know I'm too stupid to fix it myself.

LISTENNNNNNN OUT OF ALL THE CAR THINGS I HAVE EXPERIENCE WITH ANYTHING TIRES IS THE MOST STRESSFUL esp if u dont know what ur doing bc your tires are EVERYTHIIIING so dont worry ur not alone