Cozy Nights & Neon Lights

I draw stuff sometimes. |28| she/her|

[alliedoesstuffyt]

Heyo @marferino-fd !!! Hope you had a wonderful Christmas, because I sure know these guys did ✨

I wanted to get a bit creative with this one so I hope you enjoy it 🤧🙏

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[marferino-fd]

I love this so much! Omg they are so precious! Thank you so much, I love it!

[marferino-fd]

My gift for @initialdsecretsanta for @3eyedfoe! Merry Christmas!!! I was so excited to get the chance to paint cars again. I hope you like it <3

[marferino-fd]

I still adore all of you fellas, I just needed to take a detox from Tumblr for my mental health. There are a lot of really heavy subjects here that I wasn't able to handle for a while. I still draw constantly and swear I'll pay my initial D tax soon.

[skulsakz]

[puertohurraco]

Coworkers

[twilighthomunculusart]

@initialdsecretsanta for @initialmadi

Totally did not use your prompt as an excuse to make something thats been on my mind for ages. Its a little somber for the season but I hope you like it.

[marferino-fd]

ID secret Santa is my favorite holiday 😁

[alliedoesstuffyt]

Hey @steakrogers !! I was your secret Santa!!!

Had to bring out my old Tumblr to bring you this surprise 😋

Buntani is such a favorite ship of mine, so I was excited to know i would be able to draw them as a gift. I hope you enjoy this piece and have wonderful Christmas 🎄🎁💚💙

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[ryusuisloveinterest]

initial d secret Santa🎄🎄🩷🩷

hello @eggtoastt!! I really hope you like your secret Santa gift! You said you liked keitaku and itsuki and Iketani shenanigans so I tried to incorporate both! Merry Christmas and I hope you enjoy! Also there’s a bit of cussing lol

The setup!

“I hate summers…” Itsuki sighs as he stands with his friends at the gas station. “Please I do anything to work here again. This is nothing compared to moving all those damn boxes all day,” Takumi says as he hears Itsuki groan for the 10th time today.  The boys just stand there, waiting for the inevitable work to come. A few cars came through, until one car everyone recognized pulled in. Keisuke steps out of his RX-7 and makes his way over to the guys. “High octane,” he says casually. It wouldn’t catch the eye of anyone else, but Itsuki notices how Takumi starts to stand a little straighter, and he can’t ignore the small hint of pink creeping up on the tofu driver’s face too. Keisuke pulls out a cigarette and makes his way to Takumi. “You try my bro’s technique yet?” Keisuke asks Takumi. Takumi shakes his head, “I was gonna try it after my delivery tonight, but maybe I’ll do it when the sun goes down.” Keisuke throws his cigarette away and heads back towards his car, “well I think Akagi would be a great place to try it out too, if you’re interested.” Takumi just shrugs, and Itsuki doesn’t let the small smirk Takumi grows get away from him. “I’ll think about it,” Takumi says. Keisuke just waves him off and leaves out the gas station. Takumi stretches and heads to his car, “I think it’s time for me to leave, I can’t take this heat anymore. Good luck guys.” “Wait Takumi!” But he doesn’t hear him and drives off in his 86. Itsuki just stands there, dumbfounded. “What’s with that stupid look on your face?” Iketani asks giving Itsuki the same weird look. Itsuki quickly looks to Iketani, aggressively grabbing his shoulder, and shaking him like he’s a tryna wake him up. “IKETANI!! TAKUMI…KEISUKE…A THING!! WE NEED TO MAKE THEM A THING!!” Iketani looks at Itsuki like he just spoke a foreign language. “What?” He asks. “Did you see the way those two looked at each other?? There is no way there is not some romantic tension going on between the two! I’ve never seen Takumi show so much emotion before!” “Takumi was showing emotion?” “Yes you moron it was as clear as day!” Iketani hits Itsuki’s head lol. “Theres no way that’s true, Takumi likes girls!” Itsuki shrugs. “I don’t know, he could be bisexual.” “Bi what?” “Oh sorry I forgot boomers don’t know what that is.” Iketani hits him again. “What’s got you playing match maker all of a sudden? How do you even know Takumi is bisexual or whatever?” Itsuki glares at Iketani. “Uhhh have you seen the guy? And besides, he looks at Keisuke like he used to look Natsuki, but like more. And with Takumi off the market, then I’m more likely to get a girlfriend!” Iketani rolls his eyes, “But I mean… he’s still my friend and I wanna be there for him yknow? I’m sure it’s hard for people to come around to that kinda stuff if you get what I mean.” Iketani places a hand on Itsuki’s shoulder. “Yeah I get it man. So what’s the plan.” The grinch’s smile spreads across Itsuki’s face. “Ok here’s the deal…”

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Takumi stands in front of a ramen restaurant playing on his phone, waiting for everyone to arrive. “Where’s everyone else?” Takumi’s head bolts up to see Project D’s uphill racer looking at him. “Wha- wait they invited…” Takumi gets a ding from his phone to see that both Itsuki and Iketani sent messages saying they weren’t able to make it, that something came up. “Those assh-“ “what? Didn’t wanna see me or something?” Takumi rolls his eyes. “You know that’s not true, just didn’t know they could contact you. Now come on I’m starving.” What neither boy noticed was Iketani and Itsuki dressed up like secret agents, walking towards the restaurant. “Remember the plan Iketani?” “Kinda.” “What do ya mean kinda? I went over it at least 10 times!” “Shut up Itsuki or they’re gonna hear you!”

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Takumi and Keisuke sit in a booth while Iketani and Itsuki sit in a table a ways a way.  “Operation rotary is a go!” Itsuki whisper yells. Itsuki calls the waitress to the side and tells her to place a thing of blueberry mochi on the table for Takumi and Keisuke. Confused, the waitress does what she’s told and leaves the two some mochi. Takumi and Keisuke look at the small food and then at each other. “Did you order this?” Takumi shakes his head. “Why would I? You don’t like blueberry.” “But you do,” Keisuke replies. Takumi takes a mochi balls and eats one. “You’re right, so why would I waste it?” Keisuke just smirks then realizes the small paper on the mochi tray. Follow your hearts desires. “What the hell is this cringey shit?” Keisuke flings the paper behind him and continues to talk with Takumi. “Damn it!” Itsuki says. “He barely even looked at it!” Iketani rolled his eyes. “I wouldn’t either with all the sappy shit you wrote! Just wait until they leave, I’ll show you how to make people fall in loooooooveee..!” “Why would I trust you? You can’t even get a girlfriend.” “Neither can you dickhead!”

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Keisuke and Takumi walk out of the restaurant (of course Iketani and Itsuki followed). “It’s just the two of us, wanna do something else?” “Yeah, I actually wanna try that technique Ryosuke taught me on Akagi.” Keisuke and Takumi walk to where their cars were parked, in front of a flower shop. As Keisuke opens the 86’s door for Takumi the elderly woman who runs the car shop hands Keisuke a small bouquet. “I was told to give these to you! I was also told that they’re from someone who really loves you.” Keisuke graciously takes the flowers as the old lady walks away.  Keisuke’s eyebrow raises as he looks at Takumi. “You get me these?” Takumi once again shakes his head, “nope. Those things look cheap as hell. And besides I know roses are your favorite.” This makes Keisuke chuckle. “Yeah you’re right. Anyway I’ll see you in aka-“ a loud thud of a trash can makes Keisuke and Takumi’s head turn. The boys see a startled Itsuki and a mopping Iketani. “T-they called my flowers cheap…” Iketani cries. Keisuke’s face cringes while Takumi’s face turn a bright red. “What the- what the hell are you both doing here?! You both said that something came up!” Itsuki and Iketani just awkwardly smile, until Itsuki points at Iketani, “it was his idea!””you damn liar! You’re the one that said Takumi was bisexual!” Itsuki quickly covers Iketani’s mouth and looks at a distraught. “Takumi…” Itsuki begins, “Takumi I thought you were… I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset-“ “How did you know?” Takumi’s eyes pierced Itsuki, making Itsuki’s heart sink. “When Kei- I mean when someone came to the gas station, you just looked so happy. Hell, you looked happier than when you were with Natsuki!” He awkwardly giggles. Takumi visibly looks nervous, his hand fidget each other. Keisuke looks concerned and starts to rub his back. “An-and you don’t…” he takes a breath, “care? It doesn’t bug you that I’m…?” Now Itsuki looks confused. “Pfft, you think I care about all that stuff? You’re still the same Takumi I met in middle school! Why does it matter who you like?” Takumi looks down and wipes his face. “G-good! I’m glad.” Takumi looks to Keisuke. “Is it ok if-“ “Go for it.” Takumi smiles as his words leave his mouth. “I guess it’s ok to tell you now then. Me and Keisuke are dating.” Itsuki’s eyes grew so wide, you would’ve thought he was a bug from afar. He grabs Takumi by the collar and starts shaking him back and forth. “WHADDYA MEAN YOU TWO ARE DATING??? I DONT CARE IF YOU WERE SCARED YOU SHOULDA TOLD ME! WHY DO YOU THINK ME AND IKETANI ARE HERE DOING ALL THIS CRAP??” Now Keisuke chimes in. “Wait, you were the ones doing all that lame crap?” Itsuki and Iketani hunch over at the insult. “Yeah…” they say in unison. Takumi can’t hide the big smile that has grown on his face. “Thanks guys… I’m really grateful that this doesn’t bug you both.” Iketani places a hand on Takumi’s shoulder, “please Takumi, this is nothing compared to your previous lack of car knowledge.” Both of them chuckle. “Let’s go Iketani!” Itsuki says, “let them finish their date!” They all wave to each other before they went their separate ways. “I’m glad that went well for you,” Keisuke says to Takumi. “Yeah, me too. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I lost Itsuki.” Keisuke links his pinky with Takumi’s, a small blush creeping across the blonde’s face. “Well I guess we don’t have to worry about that now huh?” Takumi grins. “Nope, guess we don’t.”

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“I expect my 200 yen in a crisp envelope please and thank you Iketani.”

“Shut it jackass!”

[fadefromthelight]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Kenji shakes his head and holds out another pair of gloves. “You need to stop forgetting these.”

“I didn’t forget them.” Iketani takes the gloves, pulling them on over his aching fingers. Even the thin layer of fabric helps combat some of the chill in the air. Kenji gives him a pointed look and Iketani shoves the knotted lights at his chest. “Here, untangle these.”

Kenji grabs them, piling them in his arms to stop them from spilling all over the ground. He gives Iketani a grin. “I just got here and you’re already putting me to work.”

“I gave you the easy job.” Iketani nudges the boxes out of his way with his foot and frees the ladder from its place against the wall.

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For @alliedoesstuffyt (@/artisnamedallie on twitter)! I hope that you enjoy this!

Thank you @initialdsecretsanta for hosting!

[initialmadi]

hellooooo @majozzz , I was your Secret Santa this year!!!

I felt a bit experimental with this piece and I really hope you like it :3 I hope you can tell it's the brothers LOL

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[myogi-nightkids]

BOOM SECRET SANTA GIFT

@fadefromthelight surprise, it was me all along >:D

I had no idea how to lead into any of this so comic for backstory!! 🎉 Also an illustration to make it pretty like BWA

Keisuke/wataru is such a cool ship and i will be looking at the dynamic more now :] I have not done ship art before, it was fun and stressful LOL also please please please vie the image in full i promise it is not crunchy linework

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Bonus sketches + planning as well, this was going to be much longer but a lot was cut for planning and making it readable.

It was going to be the one page, but then it spiralled way outta control ( as my projects normally do LOL ) - It was ( was ) going to be a silent film style using graphics of people and items as the speech; though after showing it to my partner slime they said it was hard to read OTL

This is the second concept of it!

I'm sure you can tell where i started giving up and leaning back into my comedic style. >w>)

Hope you like it aaaa

[majozzz]

@initialdsecretsanta

Hello @twilighthomunculusart !! I'm your secret santa this year and I have tried my very best to deliver something nice for this underrated duo you asked for!!!

I'm sorry if it looks bad or rushed I had NO free time this month with only 2 free days right before the deadline 😭

I decided I'd locate them on the little observation tower near their home course to enjoy the snow!!

[sayukieg6]

@toffiendfee here is your Secret Santa gift! Sorry if it's not great, I've never really written fanfic before lmao

Anyway...

Blood on Fire

(This takes place around Third Stage)

The heat of summer, although long, never lasts forever. Eventually it fades away into the relentless season of cold and bitterness. To most spirited drivers, winter is a time to rest, ponder, and plan for upcoming endeavors to take place once the ice begins to thaw. But for others, the constant yearning to better their skills outweighs any care about conditions and risks.

Especially for Keisuke Takahashi. He had been considered the fastest driver in the Gunma locale, tearing up the roads with his Mazda RX-7 FD3S. Racers and enthusiasts feared him. He was incredibly skilled, second only to his older brother, Ryosuke. Although Ryosuke was his roadblock between being Gunma's greatest racer, Keisuke did not see him as such. His older bro was someone to look up to, to emulate, to learn from. After all, Ryosuke was the one who led him and raised him into the world of touge racing. Keisuke had the privilege of learning straight from the best, the unbeatable. What more could he ask for?

However, just this past summer, his exaltations of his beloved brother were shattered. His invincible mentor, the best street racer he knew, was dethroned by a junky 15 year old Toyota Corolla driven by a young kid who looked to be half asleep. But Keisuke dealt with more than just the sting of Ryosuke's upsetting loss. He was the one who was beaten by him first. His 350 horsepower rotary engine was made out as a joke by this random guy who just showed up one day in his shitbox.

And it would never happen again.

Winter was coming. To most enthusiasts, this is a time to take a break and maybe do some upgrades and maintenance. To Keisuke? Any time not spent out on the road was time wasted. If he was going to prove he was the fastest driver, he needed to spend every second possible improving his technique.

"Keisuke, I'm impressed with how much you've been practicing lately. But you're allowed to take a day off, you know. It's Christmas Eve."

The blond grabbed his keys and was just about to head out the door when he heard the voice of his older brother in the next room. He slowed his pace towards the garage upon hearing him, pondering his words. He'd been in the driver's seat of his FD just about every free second he had. Maybe he did deserve a break.

But he couldn't. Any idle time meant time not spent practicing. He couldn't let the tofu boy surpass him. He had to get out on the road. Nothing was going to stand in his way. He glanced back intently at Ryosuke with his hand on the doorknob.

"Aniki, I can't. Sorry."

That was all he said to his concerned brother before he quickly exited into the garage. There was a certain fire about his eyes, a fierce glow of sought revenge and determination. Even if it killed him, he was going to keep driving nonstop until his fated rematch.

The FD's rotary engine hesitated for a second to start in the cold, but after giving it a little bit of throttle it fired up. Keisuke hardly gave the car a chance to warm up before dashing away on the street. His boiling emotions were drowned out by the roar of the 13B engine as it screamed down the road toward the domain of his rival.

The sun was long gone by the time Keisuke left the Takahashi household. Darkness covered the world around him, hazed by a layer of light fog. Some snow lay on the ground, but the roads had been plowed recently, leaving them clear. It was quite cold outside as well, but Keisuke was kept plenty warm inside his car by the heater and his burning rage.

The determined Takahashi didn't even hesitate when he reached the bottom of Mount Akina. He knew what he was here to do, and he was gonna get it done. The FD began charging up the mountain. Although his opponent stood no chance against him uphill, making it unnecessary to practice, Keisuke knew that the quicker he got to the top, the more time he had for downhill runs. He continued his climb, expertly rounding the five consecutive hairpins. His control over the Mazda RX-7 was near perfect. He could feel every shift in weight, every loss in grip, every braking point, every apex. Since the end of summer, he had been obsessively running up and down Mount Akina. He basically knew every corner by this point.

About halfway up the mountain, Keisuke felt like he was more in the zone than he had ever been on any other practice run. Maybe because it was a holiday, and only those who are extremely dedicated to their craft wouldn't be lazing the day away. As fog started to form on the windshield, he cranked up the defroster to the highest setting. The temperature was beginning to rapidly drop outside, and the wind picked up. Even at his speed, Keisuke could feel the wind nudging him from side to side. There was a faint voice in the back of his mind telling him that the weather could keep getting worse, and that he should call it a night after his downhill run and head home. But why should he? Any good driver should be able to handle any sort of road conditions, no matter how bad. He silenced the nagging in his head with the sound of his engine.

Entry, brake, apex, accelerate. Brake, slide, power out. This line will set up the next. Perfect.

Keisuke couldn't be more in tune to his driving than he was at that moment. Every move felt natural. He was riding a rollercoaster operated by his nonconscious. His body instinctively guided the car up the road, reaching the mountaintop with adrenaline coursing through his veins. With no hesitation, he whipped the car around and began flying down the hill, not wanting to lose his high from the run up. Nothing could break his concentration at this point. Not even the snowflakes beginning to accumulate in his field of vision.

Back at the Takahashi home, Ryosuke stood by his window watching the snow fall and quickly stick to the ground, blanketing the town in a soft field of white after only a few minutes. Although he had previously emphasized snow as being excellent for driving practice, the raven-haired man couldn't help but worry about his younger brother. He stared out from his bedroom watching the flurry on the other side of the glass. It was becoming near impossible to see across the street in the whiteout. He resisted the impulse to check the weather forecast. No matter what it said, he wouldn't be able to contact Keisuke in the thick of it. The cold emanating from the window bit at his nose. All he could do was wait and hope for the best.

The yellow blur continued barreling down Mount Akina at his usual insane speed, caught up in the wind of his driving and ignoring the road in front of him turning white. Sure, Keisuke noticed the tires losing grip as he cornered, but he would instinctually correct any slide he found himself in. If he could master snow, then what could he possibly have to fear in his driving career? If anything, this was more of a perk to him than a hurdle. He opened the throttle a little more as he hit a straighter section, the shout of the rotary engine further fueling him like a high-energy song. The twin turbos spooled up in harmony with the howling wind.

The FD shot towards the five consecutive hairpins like a bullet. Keisuke knew in his mind exactly where he should start braking. He pictured the upcoming turn in his head and pushed the pedal in. As he did so, his rear tires gave up their traction. A pang of fear shot throughout his entire body as his car lost grip. The tires glided on the slick snow as the FD rocketed straight towards the outside of the corner. At this speed, he couldn't possibly regain control.

He did it, he broke his limit.

The last thing Keisuke felt at that moment was a sharp pain in his head.

The RX-7 came to an abrupt stop wedged underneath the guardrail of the first hairpin. After only a couple minutes, the snow absorbed the bright yellow car into the rest of the scenery.

"Up and at 'em, sleepyhead. Your alarm went off 15 minutes ago."

"Crap, did I oversleep?!" Takumi nearly jumped out of bed at the sound at his dad's voice. By the time he aligned himself with reality, the old man had already left the room. "So cold..." Takumi shivered after emerging from underneath his cozy blanket. He looked out the window as he usually does, but couldn't see much through the dense fog apart from the subtle bloom of the street lights. He dragged himself down the stairs, feeling like he'd rather just fall and let himself slide the rest of the way. Something about cold, gloomy weather makes him sleepier than usual. Probably because anyone with an ounce of sanity wouldn't be awake, let alone outside, in this.

When Takumi stepped out the door, some flakes were still gently falling from the abyssal sky. He fought with the door of the 86 for a second before yanking it open and stumbling backwards in the snow. His cold hands turned the ignition key to bring the AE86 out of its short-lived hibernation. The engine struggled to get going, but eventually started up after a few cranks. Desperate for some warmth while the car warmed up, Takumi stood at the exhaust pipe exit. He held his frigid hands out in front of it to attempt to regain some feeling in them until the car was warm enough for the heater to work.

He could only stand being out in the elements for about a minute before leaving his source of warmth and retreating back to the driver's seat of the 86. He shook the snow out of his hair before sitting down. He leaned his face against the steering wheel eyeing the coolant temperature gauge, waiting for it to begin moving. He could have passed out right there if the knock at the window didn't jolt him awake. His dad opened the door and handed him the paper cup.

"You know the drill, don't spill the water. And no sleeping at the wheel."

"Yeah, okay," Takumi replied sleepily, grabbing the cup and putting it into the cup holder. He closed the door, put the car in gear, and turned onto the street towards the mountain. Once he was on the road, his focus was more tuned in to the drive. About an inch of snow covered the pavement. Snow was no problem for the Fujiwara boy; delivering tofu every single day no matter how bad the road was made him quite the seasoned driver. The Trueno's studded tires kicked up snow behind them as Takumi opened the throttle. He started his trek up Akina's mountain road. Everyone thought his car was ridiculously fast, like a monster was under the hood, but the drawbacks of the 4A-GE became crystal clear on an uphill climb. As the road became windy, though, Takumi unleashed his immaculate cornering ability, sliding through the snow like a crazy horse-drawn sleigh.

He glided towards the consecutive hairpins, taking care to not be too rough as to not ruin his fragile cargo. If anything were to happen to the tofu, Bunta was sure to do the same to Takumi's brain. The water rode the inside rim of the paper cup and threatened to splash out. Even with the challenge of not spilling the water, Takumi learned to control the car to keep it steady while also maintaining a quick pace. The five consecutive hairpin turns proved to be a challenge early on in his driving career with the back-to-back weight shifting. Through years of practice, though, the section became second nature to him.

As the 86 began to round the last left hairpin, Takumi noticed a snowbank sticking out into the road that wasn't normally there. He knew where piles of snow usually show up in storms, but here wasn't one of the normal spots. As he continued around the corner, a subtle flash of yellow caught his eye. He briefly thought about his race a few months ago with Keisuke Takahashi and his brilliant yellow FD. He shook his head to himself, it couldn't be it, why would it be here now, off the side of the road nonetheless? He kept telling himself he'd just imagined it, but the thought lingered in his head. Besides, if he were to stop right now, the tofu delivery would be late. He'd see if it was still there on his way down.

The snow on the pavement became deeper with the elevation gain. Knowledge was keeping Takumi on the road more than being able to see the course itself. When he recognized he was coming up on the lake, a small sigh of relief came out of his mouth. Snow driving wasn't anything new to him, but God, was it a chore. He pulled up to the hotel, popped the hatch, and brought the tofu inside. Walking back to the car made Takumi wish he had better snow shoes since his feet were getting a little chilly. He got back in the panda Trueno and blasted the heater to thaw his toes. Maybe next time he'll stop at Itsuki's and see if he has any plastic bags to keep his shoes dry.

Takumi began his downhill drive once feeling returned to his feet. Without the numbness plaguing his mind, the mound of snow at the hairpin took over his thinking. Something just felt off to him. What if something had happened to Keisuke? He was pretty rude, sure, but he would never wish anything like that upon him.

The hairpin approached and the snow pile remained. The dawn sun slightly illuminated the foggy landscape. Now it was obvious that there was in fact a snow-covered FD with a giant wing on that corner. Takumi pulled over and put on his hazard lights (in case anyone was insane enough to be driving on this road in this weather). The water slowly seeping into his shoes didn't matter now. As Takumi neared the car, he brushed the snow off the driver window.

The blond young man laid there in his seat with his head resting on the steering wheel, motionless. The front end of the RX-7 was smashed up from being pushed under the guardrail. The body work was definitely going to be expensive, but there were bigger things to worry about.

Reluctantly, Takumi knocked on the window in some feeble attempt to wake the unconscious driver. No response came. He then reached for the door handle and pulled it. The front of the door scraped against the fender and let out a crack as the teenager broke the icy seal keeping it shut. His hand approached the older man's shoulder.

"SHIT!" Keisuke yelled the second Takumi's hand made contact with him. Immediately, Takumi jumped back, hitting his head on the door frame.

"Ah, sorry! Ow..." Takumi rubbed his head from the impact. Keisuke was wide awake now. He looked at who just tapped him. Once it struck him who it was, he looked straight at the windshield to avoid eye contact.

"Hey man, are you okay? I thought I saw your car on my delivery so I figured I'd..."

"Shut up. This is your fault." Keisuke uttered silently.

"WHAT?! What did I do?!" Wow. You come to help a fellow racer you've met before and the first thing he does is attack you.

"You're the reason I'm here. You beat me not once, but twice. And my brother. And then you just go winning every challenge you come across like you're the main character or something. I've been running up here every chance I get. Because one day I'm gonna beat you. Here. I'm gonna show you that I'm not just another win on your list. I'm more of a racer than you'll ever be! You're just a stupid kid! In a shitty excuse for a car! How can you even..." His tone began to shift from anger to sadness, "just my damn luck, I swear," Keisukes head lowered. He tried to sniffle quietly so his rival, at his car door, wouldn't hear. He failed.

"Listen, I just came here to help you. Are you hurt? I can take you to a hospital," Takumi was much more focused on Keisuke's well-being than any of the words just shouted at him.

The blond didn't even flinch. His arm was covering his face. He said nothing. It was clear the greatest injury he sustained was to his pride.

"Come on, get in my car. I'll take you home if you want."

"..."

"...please."

Keisuke barely whimpered out the word. There wasn't anything to hide anymore. He'd showed all his weakness to his enemy, who was trying to help him. Nothing to lose now. He took Takumi's hand that was offered to him. A wave of relief and comfort washed over him as he felt the warmth of his hand. He stepped out of the car and leaned on Takumi as they walked towards the idling 86. Through the pounding of his head, all Keisuke could think about was how warm his human crutch was. His feet moved by themselves until the two men got to the white and black hatchback.

Takumi guided Keisuke to lean on the car while he opened the door. Before he walked around to the driver's side, he reached up to ruffle the snow out of Keisuke's hair. Keisuke just stared at Takumi with a tired but confused look.

"Dad doesn't like when the seats get wet," Takumi said after an awkward period of silence. He got into the driver's seat and began driving slowly down the mountain.

The drive was almost completely silent aside from Keisuke giving one-word directions to the Takahashi house. Not many people were on the road since most were spending Christmas with their families. As they pulled up to the house, Takumi parked in the street. He took a look at the house and stared in awe. He knew the Takahashis were rich, but their house looked like something he'd only see in a movie. He and Keisuke, now fully awake, walked up to the front door. Takumi knocked.

"You don't have to do that, this is my house." Keisuke opened the door and went inside. "You can come inside if you want. Aniki's probably making breakfast or something."

Takumi stood blankly at the door for a second before the offer processed in his head. As he stepped inside the house, he was entranced by how clean and fancy it was. Words couldn't describe the feeling of being invited into such a rich house. It was quite humbling.

"You can go sit on the couch," Keisuke gestured towards the most comfortable piece of furniture Takumi had ever seen in his life. It called to him. He nonconsciously drifted towards it like it was pulling him in. He plopped onto the cushions and sunk right in. He could have fallen asleep right there if he wasn't kept awake by the nerve of being in Keisuke and Ryosuke's house. They both are so rich, so skilled, so good-looking...

Ryosuke got himself dressed and came down the stairs upon hearing his brother's voice. He'd been silently worrying about him all night, especially considering he'd not been home at his usual time.

"Good morning, Keisuke. How was last night's run?"

"I'd rather not talk about it," Keisuke responded from in the kitchen. He was rummaging through the fridge for something to snack on.

"Alright, I won't pry. If you're hungry, I'll cook something for you," Ryosuke playfully nudged his younger brother away from the fridge.

Keisuke rubbed his head in response with a light groan.

"Come on, be careful. My head hurts."

Ryosuke's expression turned from a smile to one of concern.

"Did something happen last night?" He asked sternly.

"I lost control on a corner and ran off the road. Fujiwara woke me up and took me home."

"Oh, Fujiwara. Is he here now?"

"He's on the couch."

Ryosuke walked over to the couch and was greeted with Takumi's wide eyes staring right at him.

"Ah, Fujiwara, good morning. I see you brought my brother here?"

Takumi was like a deer in the headlights at the shock of Ryosuke talking to him. It wasn't even near the first time they'd spoken. Ryosuke had asked him a few weeks prior in person to join an expeditionary team while he was at work, as well as asking how to get in contact with Kyoichi Sudo. Talking to him in person definitely felt a lot more awkward than over the phone, but even just his presence was enough to get Takumi anxious.

"Oh! Uh, yeah. I saw his car on the side of the road and went to go help him, and I offered to bring him home. The car doesn't look too good, though."

"I thank you for that. I was concerned about him driving in this storm. Don't worry about the FD, we'll take care of it. Would you like some hot chocolate? It's a good Christmas drink."

Oh yeah, today was Christmas. Takumi didn't really celebrate the holiday, and failed to notice the lights and garlands around th

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Another year, another @initialdsecretsanta! This year's piece is for @ryusuisloveinterest!! I hope you like your gift! ❄️

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(Watch video for introduction)

Hello. Takeshi Nakazato here again. We'll take any questions, suggestions, comments, and whatever from the people. Tanaka (a senior member of the NightKids) and Miyahara (Number 3 of the NightKids) are also handling this account.

Not only that, but we will also document any and all Myogi-related content. Thank you for your time!

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Hello @marferino-fd !!! I'm your secret Santa this year!!!

The prompt that you asked was "NightKids having fun" so I thought, why not? I made an ask blog just for the nightkids :]] they'll be having banter and so and so on there, even without the questions! I hope you enjoyed what I conjured up and more things that will come from the account!! 🫶

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@moccadraw

Surprise! I was your secret santa for @initialdsecretsanta this year. I hope you'll enjoy the Keisuke-centric, tooth rotting keikumi fluff that I wrote, and revel in these two being the idiots (affectionate) that they are with me.

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If you have an ao3 let me know so I can gift this work to you!

[marferino-fd]

My secret santa for @dreamyicarus-png