So my dad told me that there was going to be a heat wave in my area tomorrow and possibly the next day and the first damn thing I think is “Well of course, you gotta celebrate the hottest person’s birthday with the hottest day” and then I just imagined Oikawa saying that and Iwaizumi just throwing a chair or some shit at him like gdi why are you like this
I'm not going to be apart of another one Star Wars and The Outsiders are enough. I am not going to join another fandom no no no nO NOOOOOO ONES SLICK AS GASTON NOOOO ONES QUICK AS GASTON NOOOO ONES NECKS AS INCREDIBLY THICK AS GASTONS... ok I gotta stop or else imma be in too deep FOR EVERMORE...
You gripped the steering wheel and listened to the revving of your engines, looking over to the famous Driver Kim. He was seated in his signature car, ‘Honk Honk,’ his partner in every race. It was like a scene from that Fast and Furious movie and super intense tbh.
No one expected you to win. They all called you a ‘fool’ and a ‘loser with bad fashion sense.’
“If you were twice as smart, you’d still be stupid,” they said.
Well, Kim was nervous. You could tell. And when the flag waved and your foot pressed down on the gas, your car ‘Bumper Stiltskin’ pulled out ahead. Yes, you named it yourself. You laughed a little thinking about it now and that caused Kim to gain on you.
“Oh no you don’t, you ass cactus!” you yelled and blasted that cherry cola song by Savage Garden on the radio to get you thoroughly pumped up to win.
It was so loud and you had the windows rolled down so he could hear. A single tear rolled down his cheek as the music hit him in his soul and soon he was sobbing from the pure beauty of the song that he skidded out of control just before the finish line, giving you the victory.
Everyone cheered and shouted ‘World Star!’ while recording you with their phones as you exited your car, the music still blasting and everyone jumped on the hood of Bumper Stiltskin to dance like an 80’s music video.
Slowly Driver Kim approached you. Throwing his helmet to flames. Someone had started a fire, you guess. Without saying a word he popped open a can of cherry cola right there, and chugged it whole while staring longingly into your eyes.
“How did you know?” he asked after crushing the can on his forehead, very manly-like.
“It was the first song we ever made love to,” you said softly, with a lot of feeling.
“You’ve won the race,” he grabbed you in his arms and dipped you low, “and…my heart,” he kissed you deeply just as the sun set below the horizon.
The fire in his eyes was almost burning brighter and hotter than the real fire that had gotten out of control around you. Actually, you would probably have to leave soon before the authorities showed up.
“I’m pregnant,” you whispered into his lips.
That puzzled you a bit?
“Luckily,” he continued, “I think I found a job that can support our little family for a long time to come.”