Is it rude to say that you hadn’t expected Dabi to have had his own car? Not because of money issues, but because of a few reasons being: 1) he walks everywhere he goes, and 2) he’s quite literally never mentioned having a car nor a license before.
But you sit with him, in his old beat up bucket that jerks every time he hits a bump in the road, fighting for dear life. Your window doesn’t roll all the way up and bugs keep flying in, and it doesn’t help that Dabi is going 80 in a 55. You would hold onto the little life support grip thing above the window, but it looks like there hasn’t been one on the passengers side since he received the car.
You know he’s going this fast because, not only does it scare you, but it makes him hit the potholes a little harder. Which in turn makes your thighs and stomach and boobs jiggle more than usual. You should’ve known he had another motive when he insisted you ride with him to the convenience store, especially the one across town when there was 7 others he’d passed in the meantime.
But you’re too busy trying to keep your head from hitting the roof of the car, and your tits from falling out of your low cut shirt. Oh, this fucker must’ve had everything planned out the moment you walked through the door.
“Can you slow down a little?” You yell over the bass of his too loud rock music, one hand gripping his that rests on your thigh, the other holding your chest tightly. “My boobs are gonna fall outta my goddamn bra by the next pothole!”
But that only encourages Dabi, makes him throw a grin your way as he glances to how your chest jiggles again with another bump in the road. He laughs at your screech for him to look at the road, turning his eyes to comply with your request, his chin still turned in your direction.
“Well, sounds to me like I’m not going fast enough.” He teases, softly steering his wheel to the nearest pothole, a deep one. He snaps his eyes over to you the moment he hits it, smirking at your squeak when he sees your chest bounce out of your grip before you regain it again quickly.
He glances up to you, grinning even wider when you’re already glaring at him. He can’t help the squeeze of your thigh, blue eyes already zoning in on the next dip in the road for him to hit. He’s not stopping until your complaint becomes reality, and only then, he’ll find a convenience store.
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SO UH
GUESS WHOS MAKING SOME STUFF.....
more details under the cut and also a little bonus im sure everyone will appreciate but yEAH IM SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS DFHJDFG
SO...
ive been working on this for a lil while now and this first design is done :’)!! with maybe a couple touch ups depending on how the mockup turns out, couple details to work out still etc etc BUT
depending on how interested people are, i’d love to make some actual goodies :’) i have a few other designs in progress, while this would be a keychain i do have some phone charms ideas and maybe stickers and/or buttons..
i dont wanna get too ahead of myself cus iv only done merch like once before and it went not very good gfhjGHJDGF but. yeah idk i just hope you like these and let me know if this is something you’d actually want to put in your pockets eheheh <3
and bonus for those who might be wondering. this is what it looks like from the back. press F for lukes legs
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