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NAME: Viserion
PRONOUNS: SHE/HER, I like masculine names and pronouns too (he/him), use whatever! I'm not picky!
ABOUT ME: chicana/mexican indigenous. I like comments, I like to reread them and they motivate me to write <3 I like music, kpop, r&b, hip hop, rock, and pop! tired and sleepy college student.
Summary: No one expects you, the most socially awkward person the Suzuran guys have ever met, to be the renowned Drift Queen. And why would they? You kept to yourself, and you're jumpy like a deer that's constantly being hunted. Street racing, and you would never go to together. At least that's what everyone thought...
Notes: Preview to the fic I keep delaying teehee. Not edited.
Beep!
Rao: Hey.
Rao: Yamaguchi told me you've been working yourself to the bone with your studies.
Rao: Don't forget to eat.
You couldn't bury the smile that kept creeping up on your face. But as soon as you felt a weight on your shoulder, you put your phone away.
Yamaguchi draped an arm over your shoulder, and your nose scrunched.
"Can I help you?" You said still looking at your notes on the cafe table. The loud smell emitting from your friend was ignored for finishing your annotations. Though you didn't really know what was worse, him poking you every second or how ripe he was.
Yamaguchi shook your shoulder hard enough to get a swat from your hand, "Did you get my coffee?"
As you slid the drink next to yours over to him a droplet of sweat from his temple landed on your notes.
"Ugh," You cried and shoved him away. He plopped himself down on the chair beside you. This might be the last time you meet him after his gym workout, you were grossed out to your limit.
Yamaguchi slumped in his chair, stretching his arms before him. The furious scribbling from you filled the silence in your corner of the cafe that you liked to call 'Your Perfect Solitude.' Which your dear friend here has always hated because it felt too boring. There was a lack of background noise that he always wanted to fill to your dismay.
"So..." He began, "I may have invited Mercy."
You stopped writing.
He sat up straight, opening his hands out as if trying to make it look like he had offered you a great gift. The look on your face told him that it wasn't working.
"Okay listen I know-"
You shoved your face into your hands and hissed, "Yamaguchi."
"Oh my God," He groaned, "He's not gonna judge if that's what you're worried about!"
You lifted your head up and kicked him harshly under the table, "I told you to keep your mouth shut, this is why I didn't tell you in the first place."
Yamaguchi rubbed his shin, "Okay. Ow. He kept asking me why I had to leave Rao's place early that day, and he didn't believe me when I gave him some random excuse. But it's just him, it'll be fine."
But you weren't convinced. The matches this week were important. Racing had been the one thing you found out you weren't just good at, you were great. Still, you hadn't been at it for long, and the fear of anyone looking at you making any mistakes made your stomach turn. The only reason you told Yamaguchi about the races is because he was never one to judge you in ways that mattered. He knew you long enough to know that doubts like these were in your head.
In fact, the morning when Yamaguchi introduced you to the rest of his group, you were almost in tears. You had put it off for so long in fear they wouldn't like you until Yamaguchi's patience wore thin.
You remembered how nauseous you were having that many eyes on you and how painfully awkward you were when you answered their questions. They probably were so confused at how someone like you was good friends with Yamaguchi. The least stressful part of that whole day was meeting Rao.
Despite being a known intimidating presence across districts, he was a man of few words which you liked. But Yamaguchi swore Rao talked to you more than he's ever seen him talk to any girl. At first, you would have never imagined how gentle and calm his voice would be considering Yamaguchi told you that during fights, his voice carried throughout buildings. You also never imagined how much he was a stickler for chivalry when you were around the Suzuran guys. You remembered watching Rao slap the back of Binzo's head for not leaving the door open for you a couple of weeks ago.
The more you thought about it, the more confused and anxious you got. Rao was incredibly nice, but you probably shouldn’t take too much of it to heart. And he should never know about the races either. It had swarmed your mind, but you couldn't let that happen right now. Not with matches to win so soon.
"You sure it's just him? No one else?”
“I’m positive,” Yamaguchi nodded.
Even with his confidence you couldn’t write off the possibility of Kamui overhearing him either. But you had enough to worry about this week so you sighed and packed up your things. Leaving with Yamaguchi to go get dinner.
hey guys jus wanna update. this account is not dead!! life is kinda hard and im trying to manage through it its been a crazy year.
not even considering the election, i've been to two funerals. one particularly completely devastated me as i had to say goodbye to someone who i've known my whole life so suddenly and who was so young. i've been stuck trying to lock in at college while having some other issues too.
i have been writing!! i will 100% keep writing for high & low. i think i also want to start writing for other fandoms too!! we'll see how that goes. thanks for reading <3
Yuken leaned against the doorway, with a fresh bloody lip and a bruised cheek. But he still had that stupid smile on his face.
"You're an idiot," You frowned.
"Yeah," Yuken pushed himself, and slipped off his sunglasses. Without missing a beat, he slipped his hand to the back of your neck and the other caressing the side of your face.
Upset as you were, you find that your need of him might be stronger. That him always, always, coming back to you meant he might think that you're worth everything.
He's done everything to show it and left only the option to voice it left. Yuken knew you weren't ready for that quite yet, so he waited, and would wait forever if you asked. All you had to do, was ask.
"An idiot." You grimaced trying to push down all the warmth he created at every touch of your skin. But second by second, you felt yourself melt as he pressed himself against you.
"Yes," Yuken nodded, leaning towards you with all the time of the world. Nosing at your temple very lightly to your frustration.
When he kissed your neck softly, your knees almost buckled. Then after taking his sweet time, he pressed a chaste kiss on your lips.
You let out a shaky gasp, "Idiot." When did your hands slip over his sweater?
Yuken whispered, "Mhm."
This time he pressed his mouth against yours, hard. He almost chuckled at the way you folded so easily, kissing him with no less fire than he was. As much as he wanted to tease you, knowing you, you would run out of his grasp and kick him out.
So he would wait, until you were too desperate to make him leave. Until you both were.
RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
@wolame-o-ccx you tagged me and have now opened the Pandora’s box that is my imagination
OC related titles:
Hollow Harmony:
—> Dennis and Casey randomness
—> The thing with Bryan and Henry where…things happen (it has no actual title rn cause I’ve barely started it 😭)
Fandom related titles:
RIIZE or Fall
JessRyu because my brain is my brain is my brain (yes. The saga continues)
(Look since there’s so many scattered excerpts that fall under these categories I’m just gonna group them together) ⬇️⬇️⬇️
X-EXO AU
VIXX AU
WayV AU
Tags: Imma just go with five peeps. Feel free to ignore! 💜 @tiredlittlewriter @hyugaruma @ashrocker123 @thistaleisabloodyone @simpforchuchu
Thank you for tagging me, Passion♡♡♡ I actually only have a few wips cause I only write at most 3 things at a time BUT I have some forgotten wasteland half done fics
Actual Wips
- Of Magic and Moonlight
- Layers
- Broken, But Still Mine
Lost things that will (probably) never be touched
- Engines
- unnamed royalty au
- the heart of Trish Una
I'll tag a few people!!! @star2fishmeg @ddorokking @an-enigma-in-orbit
thanks for tagging me meg <3 um um i dont really have titles for my wips but its all high&low mainly inserts. i'm only gonna list what i've been writing lately.
♡drift queen x rao
♡flag girl x sarah
♡flag girl x rocky (pt.2)
♡street racer x yuken
♡sword leaders! little sister canons
im too shy to tag.. so feel free to join or ignore
Can you please write about if yamato's or hyuga's baby sister accident entered current oya high like after murayama's graduation. Honestly it will be so fun .
HIIIII! finally got around to this, you can see my post about it it here.
Yamato's little sister is the toughest kid in daycare. You need someone to stomp a spider? She's on it. You need someone to pick up two chairs instead of one? She's the first one there.
So when she was having a play date with her friends from daycare, they were told that sneaking into the delinquent high school was the scariest and coolest thing other kids from daycare have been dared to do.
When Yamato's little sister learned that kids that had bragged going into Oya had only stepped foot in high school for only a couple of minutes, it was a call for a challenge.
"Excuse me," A small voice came out of thin air. Yasushi looked back and forth but saw absolutely no one. He swore he saw everyone leave the gymnasium after the fight with Kiyoshi and some other guy from the Chun-Chun faction.
Oh no. Was Jamuo actually telling the truth, that their high school was haunted-?
"Hello?" Something tugged the fabric of his pants. Yasushi was never so relieved when he looked down before reacting, he would have felt so bad for kicking the little girl in front of him.
He squatted down and looked at her for a long moment.
Yasushi scratched his head, "Um. Where did you come from?"
She blinked, "My mommy."
"That's not- Okay, never mind."
The little girl looked down at her shoes, tapping them together. "Uh.. I don' think 'm supposed to be here."
"Makes two of us." He jabbed a hand at her, "I think I should take you to someone that can help."
Yasushi took her down the hallways, and to her benefit, they didn't seem so scary anymore now that she wasn't alone!
Except she kinda got scared when a couple of guys came barreling down, not stopping for anything, and Yasushi had swiped the small child into his grasp before she got stomped on.
Finally, he found someone some-what responsible, Todoroki... as well as Fujio.
"Yasushi. Why do you have a baby on you?" Todoroki said trying not to sound startled.
"Nuh-uh not a baby, I'm turning five!" She pouted.
"Duh, Todoroki." Fujio crossed his arms and shook his head, "She's turning five."
She nodded very happily.
"She just popped out of nowhere. Y'know what? Maybe she's the ghost Jamuo saw here last month," Yasushi nudged the top of her head with the end of his finger. She looked up at him, almost like an exhuasted adult, as he treated her head like a bobble head.
Todoroki kicked him away, while Fujio crouched down to approach her.
Fujio smiled and patted her head, "Your mom must be worried sick. Do you know her phone number?"
She shook her head to all the guys' dismay, "No... and Mommy can't pick me up!"
"Why not?" Todoroki sighs.
"Mommy works. Yamato picks me up."
"Who's Yamato?" Fujio asks.
"My big brother!" She beams and pulls out a crumpled piece of paper out of her pocket. The two stick figures were her and her brother, she explained and babbled. Fujio and Yasushi both try to examine the drawing, trying to see if they can recognize anything familiar from the drawing.
While the two idiots looked closely at the child drawing, she sat with Todoroki, trying to get answers that would help.
"Do you know your address?"
"No!" She said while scribbling on a new sheet of paper Todoroki found for her.
"Okay, maybe you remember signs you've seen? Stores or restaurants you go to?"
"Oh!" She nodded and started to babble again, "Itokan! Naomi makes me yummy food and and and Cobra shares shakes with me. Strawberry shakes! Cause Yamato is a meanie... He don't like to share."
Todorki put his hands in face and cursed loud enough for Yasushi and Fujio to hear. The girl just giggled in her hands, kicking her legs back and forth.
She didn't really notice the panicked whispers and possible strangling noises as she drew her little drawings on the papers on the barely standing desk.
If this was high school, then high school is weird.
Todoroki managed to get a response from Murayama via text. Cobra's number as per requested, and reluctantly, he dialed it.
While that was happening, the little girl gave Yasushi a cat drawing with really pointy teeth and Fujio a dog with a big smile on it.
"Yamato!" She ran across the classroom and jumped right into his arms.
Yamato sighed, saying her name in clear exasperation, but held onto his sister tightly.
"Cobra!" She waved over Yamato's shoulders.
Cobra was busy taking in the situation, looking at the worn-down classroom for any suspicious activity. But it seemed that Todoroki was honest on the phone. She really did wander here on her own.
"Are you okay? Do you know what I've been doing all day? Looking for you, everyone was looking-" Yamato glared and held her up to get better look at her. She was covered head to toe in dust, her shoes turned grey and even her jeans torn a little on the bottom.
"Why are you dirty- why is she dirty?" Yamato stared down at his sister's (assumed) captors. "What the hell did you do to her?"
Cobra put a hand at his shoulder, trying to prevent him from doing anything serious.
"WHAT? She was like that wh-" Todoroki jammed a fist into Yasushi stomach to make him shut up. Meanwhile, Fujio put on his best customer service smile as his brain was racking for a suitable answer.
"Yamato, Yamato," She tugged on the collar of his shirt. "I was super sneaky. I went under the fence. I'm a spy! But, But, then they found me."
In a much gentler tone, he asked, "Pipsqueak, Did they hurt you?"
"Nuh-uh." She pointed at Yasushi, "He helped me! I was a little scared. But I like it here, they like my drawings! Can we come back Yamato??"
Still lurched over, recovering from Todoroki's punch, he rasped out, "...It's true."
Exhausted, Yamato rubbed his eyes and muttered under his breath, "I swear to god, this is the third time."
Fujio tried to offer the rest of paper they found for her to take with her but Yamato crumbled it up and threw it away. Before they left Todoroki got an angry looking cat drawing from Yamato's little sister and a subtle nod of acknowledgement from Yamato.
Cobra was the only who said "Thank you" and to "Not cause too much trouble."
Cobra turned around to look at Fujio, "Murayama said you were the best choice for Oya High. You better hope he's right."
Hyuga's Little Sister ->
• Hyuga's little sister is a problem solver. Her teacher says she applies logic well but her antics were a bit much.
• She currently was going through a bit a of a stubborn phase. When Hyuga said they were having miso soup for dinner but she wanted pasta. When Hyuga said not to stay up too late, she wanted to watch a movie right before bed. When Hyuga said she wasn't allowed to have spray paint because "You have crayons like a normal child."
• But to Hyuga's little sister crayons were so last season and she wanted her poster for her school project to look cool. When they drove by Oya High one time the spray paint looked so much better than markers and crayons.
The fifth time Hyuga said 'No' made her get on a train and end up at Oya High. She snuck into an open window (it was actually just broken).
She wandered around until she found spray paint bottles hanging around. She found the jackpot in an empty room, and this room actually had a door! She took all the spray paints and went further into the school to find more.
"What are you doing?"
She didn't flinch or jump when she got caught. She was busy standing on a desk, reaching for a can of spray paint on the shelf and successfully stuffing it in her backpack.
This room didn't have a door like the previous one. She was just about to move out of the room before this blonde guy came around.
"I'm busy. Shoo Shoo," She gestured, shooing him away.
"Are you stealing?" Tsukasa said, tilting his head at the stuffed backpack.
"No..." She pouted and crossed her arms, avoiding his eyes.
Tsukasa sighed and looked at the ceiling, thinking. "Okay, how about this? You tell me what you're doing here, and I can try to help."
"Big brother didn't wanna buy me spray paint..." She huffed again. "I don't wanna use crayons for my project."
"Does your brother go to Oya?"
"No," She shook her head and sat down, "He's older."
Then she realized she didn't know how to exactly get home.
Tsukasa asks, sitting on top of the desk across from her, "Do you know where you live? Your Mom and Dad must be really worried."
She seemed to get even smaller at his words. ".. I don't have a Mommy and Daddy. Only big brother."
"Oh," Tsukasa looked a little lost. He almost apologized but cleared his throat and smiled, "That's okay. So your big brother takes care of you, right? He must want to know where you are."
"But he might get mad," She frowns, hugging her backpack. She snuck out of school early to do this. Her brother must have been going crazy when Sakyo and Ukyo came home to tell him she was gone.
"He won't get mad," Tsukasa shakes his head, "I think he'll be happy to know you're okay."
He successfully managed to get her to agree to come with her on the rooftop. Tsukasa gave her a rubix cube he found on one of the couches for her to fiddle on while he went to get Jamuo and Fujio.
Fujio greeted her warmly, but still she scooted into the corner of the couch and fidgeted with the rubix cube.
Jamuo and Tsukasa looked through her backpack for anything that could help them find her guardian, but no luck there.
Tsukasa called her name, and she lifted her head up. "What's your brother name?"
"I'm not allowed to say," She said.
"How come?" Fujio asked.
"Big brother said not to tell people his name."
"Fujio, Tsukasa," Jamuo called out, pulling out a pink folder out of her backpack. His hands were shaking.
Alaramed, they went over while she pulled stickers out of her sweater. Graffiti was everywhere, so she thought it would be fine to stick things on the beaten up desks and chairs.
Jamuo pulled out a piece of paper out of the folder. Fujio was confused at the site of elementary school math homework. But then Tsukasa's eyes widened with a small 'Fuck.'
It had the little girl's first name and last name. Hyuga.
Tsukasa ran his hands through his hair, "We're so fucked."
Thankfully, Hyuga's casinos had phone lines. Unfortunately, they were notified that Hyuga would be arriving soon.
Tsukasa pulled all the spray paint out of her backpack to her dismay.
"But.. you said you would help me," She frowned.
"Spray paint can be dangerous to inhale," Tsukasa
replied, clearly distracted, cause he was barely paying attention to her as he put the cans of spray paint away.
There was no point in arguing, so she sulked and looked at Jamuo, who was on his knees on the floor. He was mumbling to himself, clearly not doing so great.
She tugged at Fujio's shirt, "Does he always do that?"
Fujio smiled, friendly, collected, even though his mind was in a very different place. "No, he doesn't. He'll be fine, don't worry."
Fujio let her put her stickers on the door to the roof. Letting her talk his ear off about the Hello Kitty ones and the Lightning McQueen ones her big brother bought for her.
Hyuga's presence had all of them with the same expression, like a deer in front of headlights. You could hear a pin drop before she scuffled over to Hyuga, Sakyo, and Ukyo.
She had her hands behind her back, pouting with her big puppy eyes.
"Are you mad at me?"
"Check her," Hyuga glanced at her for a moment before looking at Fujio.
Jamuo had his back bent all the way down in a deep bow while Tsukasa couldn't make eye contact or he would start sweating.
Sakyo leaned down, hands on his knees, "You okay Lil' demon? Are you hurt anywhere?"
She nodded frantically and stuck her pointer finger out, "Paper cut."
Hyuga's face became colder, and Fujio thought they were all going to die because of a paper cut.
Sakyo whistled and shook his head, "Well that's no good." His twin handed him a band-aid and Sakyo put it on her.
"Hello Kitty," She smiled at her wrapped finger.
"Are those hers?" Hyuga looked at Fujio's face and shirt. Stickers were scattered across his shirt and his cheek and chin.
"Oh, yeah," Fujio wanted to laugh, but he just smiled stiffly, "She's a good kid."
Hyuga grunted and grabbed the pastel pink backpack Ukyo handed to him. He looked down at his sister, "Did they try to steal you?"
"No, I got lost," She was using her best puppy dog eyes so he wouldn't get mad, "They gave me toys!" She stuck out her hand with the rubix cube.
Hyuga looked at the Oya students for a long time, then at the twins, and then at his sister. He gave her his hand before telling her, "We're leaving."
Just as he reached the rooftop entrance, he looked at Fujio, "Just because I made the sword alliance with Murayama, doesn't mean I made it with you. Remember that."
Thinking about how there are probably horror stories about the Rude Boys, especially about Smoky. They don't leave Nameless City unless it's for a really important matter or Smoky is going outside of the city which is usually very rarely, so all the other gangs pretty much only know Rude on a surface level which is their parkour tricks and that they're very protective of their family. Since they're so isolated from the rest, rumours about the Rude Boys spread around and it turns into scary stories about how the Rude Boys take the organs of outsiders or that Smoky lives in the shadows and pounces on trespassers and immediately kills them in horrific ways. Word even gets around that Smoky is actually an all-seeing being who's lived a hundred years. Pretty silly things that are either so far fetched or that have a slight chance of actually being true
Summary: To a lot of people, you're just a pretty piece of work. But tonight, you felt special.
WC: 1.8k
Notes: my works can be gorey, violent, and other mature themes! HIII IM BACK, school has been a pain in the ass but i have never stopped writing! this is my first oneshot to my high&low x fast&furious au, keep an eye out for more in the future. not edited.
Fast & Furious AU Masterlist
The street were buzzing with people and cars in parallel lines. Giving space for the race "track" of the night.
The crowds of people overflowed the sidewalks and onto the street. Groups were flaunting their modified cars, some placing bets on the races, and others who took the opportunity to sell car parts.
Three white motorcycles sped past you, making you rub your arms at the sudden breeze. The bikes, or rather the drivers, caught the attention to everyone around you.
"Is it... a gang?" The girl beside you asked obliviously. Like you, another one of the boss's "showgirls" as he likes to call you.
Behind you, a voice intruded, "Girrll, do you even know who sponsored tonight?"
"Who?"
One of the belt loops of your shorts had the flag loosely tied around it. The custom logo on the black and white was known well on these streets.
"White Rascals," You answered, looking around. The men dressed fully in white had been patrolling even before you got here. Easy to spot in the crowd. The deal was that if the race was on their territory, then it would be in their control.
You told the girls around you, " 'm gonna go find Tej." Then split fast to go through the crowds of people. You couldn't start a race without Tej, everyone's favorite announcer.
"You look stunning, (Y/n)."
"Cute top!"
"Check out the flag girl."
You thanked the people you knew and smiled at the strangers who whistled and yelled. Something that happened everytime you walked into the crowded streets.
Once a week, you'd take the time out of your night to be a spectacle. The men who ran the races always needed women in short-shorts and skirts to get people's attention.
Which was fine by you. You got a fat check at the end of every night.
"(Y/n)," Tej jogged over you when he spotted you. Wearing a white jumpsuit with his garage's name on the corner. His gold watch and rings complementing his brown skin. "You gonna help me sell tonight?"
"As long as the money pours," You smile and nodded, walking back with him to the starting line.
"Mhm," He hummed and crossed his arms. "Though, you're probably not gonna get much from the boss tonight. You should help me sell a couple cars tomorrow, too."
"Wait, why?" You scoffed in disbelief.
"Boss has to split with Rocky. 55 to 45."
Rocky, you knew vaguely that he was the leader of White Rascals. He must have been a convincing man to get forty-five percent.
You pursed your lips, hiding your agitation. "Fine. Text me tomorrow then."
You found yourself back on the edge of the sidelines. The cars for this match already cruising down to line up, their supporters following beside them.
"Boss says 5 minutes 'til," One of the other showgirls called out.
"My cue," Tej popped out his collar and walked in the middle of the road.
Once Tej stepped away from the street, you came after. You tugged the flag from your shorts as you strutted to the center. Heels, hitting the black street with almost a bit of passion. But you wouldn't let your boss get your very best, no. Not with the pay you'll get tonight.
The whistles and whoops were all ignored. Only the loud and vibrant colored cars in front you had your attention. With a hand on your hip you watched, the racers revving the engine. The headlights made your earrings glimmer, made your lip gloss shine.
For a moment, it made you be the thing everyone was looking at. The only thing, something you ignore because it didn't really matter to you. The rush and the control, that was what you made you giddy. As you yelled for the racers to be prepared you raised the flag in your hand, you smiled at the way the cars and crowd grew louder.
Then, at your decision, you abruptly brought down the flag. The cars hurtled past you, your turned back to watch them get smaller and fastor in the distance. Still smiling, in your own world.
Back in the sidelines you handed the flag to the next girl for the next round. You could still feel the eyes on the crowd on you, which was good. When the matches were over you had to stand around and clean Tej's products.
Thirty minutes later you ended up at one of the public bathrooms. The buddy-system isn't something that is easily forgettable, the other girls employed by the boss made that clear. So when one of showgirls you were more friendly with had to go, you would be evil to say no.
"I'm right behind you," You gave her permission to leave the bathroom before you.
You took only one minute to fix the small flaws in your hair, adjusting your top even though it was fine as it was. But a minute was all it took for some guy to get all in her business.
Running heels was not the best idea, but the way the stranger was holding her arms slowly trying to drag her away made you panic.
No, nope.
So you slipped a heel off and threw it. You watched as the man stumbled at the impact to his head.
It was not going be enough to stop him but it gave you enough time to take of your other heel. You ran to your friend's side, ignoring the way your foot got cut for stumbling into some broken glass.
"Mind your business," The man growled. More agitated at the fact that you were shielding your friend than that you threw your 5 inch heel at him.
"Or what, bitch? You gonna hit a girl?" You taunt. Behind you, your friend's face paled at your insane provoking response. She was ready to yank you out of there and run for her life.
"I will if I have-"
A hand on his shoulder, made the stranger turn around and get hit with a baton. Soon enough, you aware of your surroundings. Figures dressed in white, chic with their appearances.
"That will not happen." The man in white was composed, even had a casual smile but his eyes were burning.
You expected him to finish the job, but to your surprise he backed away. Letting a man behind him step forward.
The way this man carried himself, you have never met Rocky. But you knew you were in his presence even before he pulled his hands out his coat, revealing a pair of handcuffs hanging on his wrist. Even before he opened his mouth, revealing his silver grill.
When he took off his crimson tinted sunglasses, the aggravator before you cursed quietly.
Rocky didn't glare, he didn't need to.
He titled his head to the side, simply staring at the man. "What are you doing?"
The man laughed shaking his head and pointed at you, "I didn't do shit, if anything you need to care of this crazy lady."
The audacity this man had you and your friend stare at each other with disbelief. As if somehow he was going to make this all go away.
When Rocky walked closer, and it seemed like the man lost his mind.
"Hey! It's not my fucking fault. They're a bunch of whores who walk around starting problems."
Even before Rocky could swing a fist at the man, he stumbled to his knees. The man clutching his head in pain.
Rocky watched as you scowled, hand holding up a heel up above your head.
Koo and Kizzy let out audible sounds of suprise. Koo even took a small step back.
"Try touching one of my friends again," You warned. Then starting to yell, "Try it, you creep! I dare you!"
You started jam your heel in his head again and your friend squealed for you stop. Unfortunately, she tugged you far enough away so the man couldn't be hit again.
"Let the White Rascals deal with it," She pleaded.
"Like hell 'm not gonna do nothing," You scowled and loosened her grasp enough to kick your bloody foot to his back. It made the pathetic man crumble all the way to the ground.
"(Y/n)!"
"Oh please. His pathetic ass is fine."
One of the White Rascals walked up to his beaten up form. She crossed her arms, "Woww."
She looked to the person beside her, "What do you think, Koo? Do we dump him in the street or the dumpster."
You exhaled loudly at the sight of them dragging the guy away, stress beginning to subside in you. Another member of the White Rascals took your friend aside to consol her and offer her security.
Rocky quietly approached you, extending his hand, "Please, come with me."
"Why?" You asked. Despite your confusion, you put your hand into his much larger one. It felt as natural as gravity.
"You're injured," He looked down to your legs. Which made you realized how easily you forgotten your stinging cut. "Did he do this to you?
His warm eyes looked at you with concern. This complete stranger, who loomed over you with power. You tried not to look so taken back.
"No," You felt embarrassed, "I just.. didn't watch my step."
He nodded, leading you somewhere, "Okay, that's okay."
How you ended up on a bench with a leader of Sword kneeling before you, is honestly something you couldn't exactly explain. At first you refused to look at Rocky, looking at the cane he placed at the floor but then slowly ended up back to him.
The way he bandaged your foot was so gentle and kind, it made you feel a mix a things. Especially when he cleaned the cut on your foot with rubbing alcohol. He muttered apologies when he heard the hisses under your breath.
Rocky even went as far as slipping your heel back onto your foot. The rough pads on his finger grazing your skin in the process. It felt, comforting.
"I'll have one of my men take you home in a couple minutes," He rose up from the ground.
"I can't. Boss only pays if I'm here the whole night," You stood up too, lips pursing at the pain in your foot.
"Careful," Rocky's hands held your arms when you saw you struggling to stand. For a moment you looked up at him meekly. Again, the feeling of his hands on you.
"Don't worry about that," He shook his head, "I'll make sure you get your money."
"But," You tilted your head, "Why?"
It was foreign to have anyone around here do so much for you.
Rocly looked at you with clear eyes. He honestly answered, "I protect woman."
You laughed, a smile suddenly appearing on your face. Then leaned up, pressing your lips to his cheek. He didn't have his sunglasses on to hide the way his eyes widened.
You smiled deviously. Happy with his frozen state. "You must get a lot of girls with that line."
Summary: To a lot of people, you're just a pretty piece of work. But tonight, you felt special.
WC: 1.8k
Notes: my works can be gorey, violent, and other mature themes! HIII IM BACK, school has been a pain in the ass but i have never stopped writing! this is my first oneshot to my high&low x fast&furious au, keep an eye out for more in the future. not edited.
Fast & Furious AU Masterlist
The streets were buzzing with people and cars in parallel lines. Giving space for the race "track" of the night.
The crowds of people overflowed the sidewalks and onto the street. Groups were flaunting their modified cars, some placing bets on the races, and others who took the opportunity to sell car parts.
Three white motorcycles sped past you, making you rub your arms at the sudden breeze. The bikes, or rather the drivers, caught the attention to everyone around you.
"Is it... a gang?" The girl beside you asked obliviously. Like you, another one of the boss's "showgirls" as he likes to call you.
Behind you, a voice intruded, "Girrll, do you even know who sponsored tonight?"
"Who?"
One of the belt loops of your shorts had the flag loosely tied around it. The custom logo on the black and white was known well on these streets.
"White Rascals," You answered, looking around. The men dressed fully in white had been patrolling even before you got here. Easy to spot in the crowd. The deal was that if the race was on their territory, then it would be in their control.
You told the girls around you, " 'm gonna go find Tej." Then split fast to go through the crowds of people. You couldn't start a race without Tej, everyone's favorite announcer.
"You look stunning, (Y/n)."
"Cute top!"
"Check out the flag girl."
You thanked the people you knew and smiled at the strangers who whistled and yelled. Something that happened everytime you walked into the crowded streets.
Once a week, you'd take the time out of your night to be a spectacle. The men who ran the races always needed women in short-shorts and skirts to get people's attention.
Which was fine by you. You got a fat check at the end of every night.
"(Y/n)," Tej jogged over you when he spotted you. Wearing a white jumpsuit with his garage's name on the corner. His gold watch and rings complementing his brown skin. "You gonna help me sell tonight?"
"As long as the money pours," You smile and nodded, walking back with him to the starting line.
"Mhm," He hummed and crossed his arms. "Though, you're probably not gonna get much from the boss tonight. You should help me sell a couple cars tomorrow, too."
"Wait, why?" You scoffed in disbelief.
"Boss has to split with Rocky. 55 to 45."
Rocky, you knew vaguely that he was the leader of White Rascals. He must have been a convincing man to get forty-five percent.
You pursed your lips, hiding your agitation. "Fine. Text me tomorrow then."
You found yourself back on the edge of the sidelines. The cars for this match already cruising down to line up, their supporters following beside them.
"Boss says 5 minutes 'til," One of the other showgirls called out.
"My cue," Tej popped out his collar and walked in the middle of the road.
Once Tej stepped away from the street, you came after. You tugged the flag from your shorts as you strutted to the center. Heels, hitting the black street with almost a bit of passion. But you wouldn't let your boss get your very best, no. Not with the pay you'll get tonight.
The whistles and whoops were all ignored. Only the loud and vibrant colored cars in front you had your attention. With a hand on your hip you watched, the racers revving the engine. The headlights made your earrings glimmer, made your lip gloss shine.
For a moment, it made you be the thing everyone was looking at. The only thing, something you ignore because it didn't really matter to you. The rush and the control, that was what you made you giddy. As you yelled for the racers to be prepared you raised the flag in your hand, you smiled at the way the cars and crowd grew louder.
Then, at your decision, you abruptly brought down the flag. The cars hurtled past you, and you turned back to watch them get smaller and faster in the distance. Still smiling, in your own world.
Back in the sidelines you handed the flag to the next girl for the next round. You could still feel the eyes on the crowd on you, which was good. When the matches were over you had to stand around and clean Tej's products.
Thirty minutes later you ended up at one of the public bathrooms. The buddy-system isn't something that is easily forgettable, the other girls employed by the boss made that clear. So when one of showgirls you were more friendly with had to go, you would be evil to say no.
"I'm right behind you," You gave her permission to leave the bathroom before you.
You took only one minute to fix the small flaws in your hair, adjusting your top even though it was fine as it was. But a minute was all it took for some guy to get all in her business.
Running heels was not the best idea, but the way the stranger was holding her arms slowly trying to drag her away made you panic.
No, nope.
So you slipped a heel off and threw it. You watched as the man stumbled at the impact to his head.
It was not going be enough to stop him but it gave you enough time to take of your other heel. You ran to your friend's side, ignoring the way your foot got cut for stumbling into some broken glass.
"Mind your business," The man growled. More agitated at the fact that you were shielding your friend than that you threw your 5 inch heel at him.
"Or what, bitch? You gonna hit a girl?" You taunt. Behind you, your friend's face paled at your insane provoking response. She was ready to yank you out of there and run for her life.
"I will if I have-"
A hand on his shoulder, made the stranger turn around and get hit with a baton. Soon enough, you aware of your surroundings. Figures dressed in white, chic with their appearances.
"That will not happen." The man in white was composed, even had a casual smile but his eyes were burning.
You expected him to finish the job, but to your surprise he backed away. Letting a man behind him step forward.
The way this man carried himself, you have never met Rocky. But you knew you were in his presence even before he pulled his hands out his coat, revealing a pair of handcuffs hanging on his wrist. Even before he opened his mouth, revealing his silver grill.
When he took off his crimson tinted sunglasses, the aggravator before you cursed quietly.
Rocky didn't glare, he didn't need to.
He titled his head to the side, simply staring at the man. "What are you doing?"
The man laughed shaking his head and pointed at you, "I didn't do shit, if anything you need to care of this crazy lady."
The audacity this man had you and your friend stare at each other with disbelief. As if somehow he was going to make this all go away.
When Rocky walked closer, and it seemed like the man lost his mind.
"Hey! It's not my fucking fault. They're a bunch of whores who walk around starting problems."
Even before Rocky could swing a fist at the man, he stumbled to his knees. The man clutching his head in pain.
Rocky watched as you scowled, hand holding up a heel up above your head.
Koo and Kizzy let out audible sounds of suprise. Koo even took a small step back.
"Try touching one of my friends again," You warned. Then starting to yell, "Try it, you creep! I dare you!"
You started jam your heel in his head again and your friend squealed for you stop. Unfortunately, she tugged you far enough away so the man couldn't be hit again.
"Let the White Rascals deal with it," She pleaded.
"Like hell 'm not gonna do nothing," You scowled and loosened her grasp enough to kick your bloody foot to his back. It made the pathetic man crumble all the way to the ground.
"(Y/n)!"
"Oh please. His pathetic ass is fine."
One of the White Rascals walked up to his beaten up form. She crossed her arms, "Woww."
She looked to the man beside her, "What do you think, Koo? Do we dump him in the street or the dumpster."
You exhaled loudly at the sight of them dragging the guy away, stress beginning to subside in you. Another member of the White Rascals took your friend aside to consol her and offer her security.
Rocky quietly approached you, extending his hand, "Please, come with me."
"Why?" You asked. Despite your confusion, you put your hand into his much larger one. It felt as natural as gravity.
"You're injured," He looked down to your legs. Which made you realized how easily you forgotten your stinging cut. "Did he do this to you?
His warm eyes looked at you with concern. This complete stranger, who loomed over you with power. You tried not to look so taken back.
"No," You felt embarrassed, "I just.. didn't watch my step."
He nodded, leading you somewhere, "Okay, that's okay."
How you ended up on a bench with a leader of Sword kneeling before you, is honestly something you couldn't exactly explain. At first you refused to look at Rocky, looking at the cane he placed at the floor but then slowly ended up back to him.
The way he bandaged your foot was so gentle and kind, it made you feel a mix a things. Especially when he cleaned the cut on your foot with rubbing alcohol. He muttered apologies when he heard the hisses under your breath.
Rocky even went as far as slipping your heel back onto your foot. The rough pads on his finger grazing your skin in the process. It felt, comforting.
"I'll have one of my men take you home in a couple minutes," He rose up from the ground.
"I can't. Boss only pays if I'm here the whole night," You stood up too, lips pursing at the pain in your foot.
"Careful," Rocky's hands held your arms when you saw you struggling to stand. For a moment you looked up at him meekly. Again, the feeling of his hands on you.
"Don't worry about that," He shook his head, "I'll make sure you get your money."
"But," You tilted your head, "Why?"
It was foreign to have anyone around here do so much for you.
Rocly looked at you with clear eyes. He honestly answered, "I protect women."
You laughed, a smile suddenly appearing on your face. Then leaned up, pressing your lips to his cheek. He didn't have his sunglasses on to hide the way his eyes widened.
You smiled deviously. Happy with his frozen state. "You must get a lot of girls with that line."
BEFORE YOU READ: Welcome to my street racing aus for High & Low! My works can be violent, contain gore, and other mature themes. The list of upcoming fics can be subject to change.
TODOROKI
Todoroki x Daruma Ikka! Reader
YUKEN
Yuken x Street Racer! Reader
YAMATO
Yamato x Mechanic! Reader
ROCKY
Fight Back! - Rocky x Flag Girl! Reader
To a lot of people, you're just a pretty piece of work. But tonight, you felt special.
