#I have never ridden a scooter

[frameshiftworks]

“She's not a motorcyclist, She's a moped rider”

Is what i suddenly realised the other day. A zippy lil scooter haver, but absolutely not by choice. I imagine the conversation went thusly Sana: "Hey, Kat, can I get a motorcycle-" Kat: "No." Sana: "Moped it is!" And thus the third love of Sana’s life (after Frames and then Kat) was born

[samspicturesandwords]

Ready to Scoot

[burirammin]

Laguna Seca 2013 corkscrew overtake : Moments on track and comm quotes that made me raised my eyebrows and go 'oh, so was it building up all this time? or was it really not intentional as he said after all?' + some Marc praising as per usual

This is whole post is just me trying to gather evidence for the sole purpose of psychoanalyzing Marc and failing spectacularly. I'm not here to answer the age old question of 'was this overtake a predetermine maneuver?' I'm just here to present the evidence™ because honestly who knows what that man, liar extraordinaire. one of thee MotoGP unreliable narrators along side the man himself (affectionate), was thinking. And well, nothing was ever that simple anyway. Regardless, picking apart things are fun! so feels free to put your thought here cause my head is just... a void, no coherent thoughts resides here. Enjoy?

Sachsenring post-race press conference

Marc said that he had studied video of the track before arriving and will take a scooter on Thursday, which he did (video courtesy of our residential MotoGP grand scholar batsplat). He also said that he will struggle a little bit as he has never ridden there while both Cal and Vale fully expected him to be competitive.

FP1 : Going on a scooter ride at the corkscrew (will be refer as T8 from now on) with Santi on Thursday (replay)

I've already mention it here on this post, wondering if Marc, know fan of the legend that is Valentino Rossi, was thinking about Vale's overtake on Casey from back in 2008 while riding right along the crime scene.

FP2 : Marc takes a line cutting into the kerb at T8

"He's using the whole track, definitely including the kerbs there. Marquez, he is the fastest in this session with a 1.22.254. And you know, Cal Crutchlow said this could be sort of track that suits him. Physical. You have to be aggressive around there"

"I love your descriptions. You said, he throws it down the corkscrew. That's so right! just threw it in didn't he? that's the way he rides"

FP3 : More instance of cutting the T8 kerb + topping the session with a fun remark from Cal Crutchlow

"Marc Marquez then, tops once more and improving once more. Cal Crutchlow said that if he was top then.. clearly meant that he had been out on a road bike here"

"He lied to all of us"

"He's a liar Tommy, yeah *laughing* right. Ah, it's another extraordinary morning for Marquez"

FP4 : Even more instance of, of course, cutting that damn kerb

"Yeah Marquez, first look at the track was on Thursday on a scooter. So he really has done an amazing job"

"Now we was asked yesterday by Italian press about that line. He goes 'if I do go on a kerb, on the inside, it's generally a bit of mistake' However he said 'I've actually set some fast lap time on that' So it might be a line through to just run it across the inside of the kerb. And remember, Stoner found that didn't he? and Rossi said he's reminded of Stoner riding the circuit when Marc was out there and that should be a worry for the rest cause uh, Stoner won here on 3 occasions"

"Once on a Ducati and twice on a Honda didn't he?"

Q2 : Marc has a run off, completely cutting off and back into the track at T8

"Moment in the corkscrew" "First little warning for him perhaps Ben?"(It was Ben Spies by the way. He was not racing at the moment due to injuries)

"Yeah, well they said, what? First. 'man that might have been a twenty points you know. You better do it again'"

"There we go. That was the Valentino Rossi memorial line, through the corkscrew"

"Well he's allowed there it's his first time here"

"Well. We'll give him that one he's been so impressive this weekend in this track. Can't underestimate the performance he's put in his first time at this circuit. It's just that... completely unique prospect for MotoGP"

WUP : Interesting commentary on taking a different line

"Talking about passing opportunities. Marc Marquez yesterday, was saying that what he did in Sachsenring was he practices a couple of places to overtake people during practice. He actually work on going on lines that weren't the normal line, working out where he can make passes cause he's not have race experience here. He's trying to work out the opportunity to get through. It's not an easy track to overtake on but there are places where you can get through and Marquez said he'd done that here as well. But he won't tell us where, he won't tell us what he's done, or what he's got up his sleeves"

"Can you blame him?"

"No. Not at all"

We all know what happened next in the race.

THE rosquez honeymoon happened, that is. I know this is not to discuss on that but god. All the interactions (dare I say sexual tension) during the weekend was insane, 'Marc is me, but with the upgrading' the choking in the parc ferme etc. etc. Their relationship was and is insane. Not to mention the correlation between the 2008 Laguna Seca overtake to this one to the one in 2015 Assen. Oh, we can talk about that all day long baby. It will never ends.

Okay well, I lied about having no coherent thought about this. I have one single, very non-controversial thought. The overtake itself, to me, was not intentional as Marc was ran wide (2013 Laguna Seca MotoGP Post-Race Round Up: Of Marquez' Achievements, The Legality Of The Pass, And The Lone Yamaha by David Emmett for a race recap with some pretty spicy discussions going down under the article). But did the thought of overtaking there at the corkscrew ever crossed his mind? My opinion is that it did, in a way, but not like how it actually happened and that's why he said what he said about it all.

Hmmm. Yeah. That’s about it.

Every time I think too much about Vale and Marc interactions my monkey brain immediately go too close to rpf territory and my brain just DON'T do rpf properly so this is where I stop (and why I never writen anything really. just not one of my strong suits)

[eselkunst]

Okay okay, so this wasn't a delivery person, but it was somebody scooting about grooving with headphones and no helmet, just vibing. They were hand dancing, yes, but sometimes the music do be that good. I've never ridden a scooter so I have no idea if you need both hands all the time or not. This was over in the Church Wellesley Village area, across the street from Storm Crow Manor! We were perusing some kinda outdoor queer market thing. It was cute and fine and sunny. Made them a rhino, because they just seemed wholly unconcerned about collisions >_<

[haxxy]

The weather is getting warmer, and I've seen a lot more people out on motorcycles/bikes/scooters lately. It seems like there's a good mix of people who wear helmets vs those who don't*, so I wanted to see what sort of results I'd get if I polled in it.

Feel free to discuss the reasons for your answer if you want in the tags/replies. Reblogs are helpful for getting more answers, but no sweat if you'd rather not.

[wromwood]

I don't know what to call this phenomenon, but it happens a lot. I'll use the current situation I'm in to illustrate it, but feel free to apply the general shape of it to other scenarios.

So, something happens when you're a kid that worries you, so you tell your parents/guardians about. In this case, let's say the long steering part of your Razor scooter gets kinda loose. Loose enough that sometimes, the handlebar gets misaligned with your front wheel. You tell your parents about it, since it's concerning: your only mode of free faster-than-walking transportation might be busted or unsafe.

After a little examination, your parent at hand (in this case, father) says it's probably nothing to worry about. It's still usable, isn't it? He watches as you figure out your own quick fix (keeping the front wheel stable with your feet and wrenching the steering stick back into place with a light creak) and lets you go on with your life.

And so that's how you use your Razor scooter for years, up until your mid teens. Sure, you keep having to use that quick fix more often as time passes, but nothing feels dangerously loose, and your few minor accidents with the scooter aren't related to the steering stick at all. You develop a totally calm and trusting attitude towards the matter: it's still usable and nothing to worry about. After all, no one else is worried.

Fast forward to today. It's been 6-8 years since you've last seriously ridden your Razor scooter. You just remembered you got a new helmet at a street fair, so you decide to take your old buddy out for a spin.

Then, as you're almost out the door, your father (because it's 2024 and of course you can't afford to move out of your parents' place) asks, hey wasn't there a time when the handlebar was loose or something?

A time? That time never ended. That time is now. You laugh as you inform him of this, and you're confused when he just continues looking worried.

Suddenly, he's begging you not to ride the scooter yet, and digging out a toolbox to find something that can fix it, even a little. He's muttering how unsafe it is to ride a scooter when something is loose, and how he doesn't want to see you get in an accident.

... and now you're more confused than anything. Sure, you're grateful that he's worried and taking the trouble to do this, but... why now? Why did he convince you that everything was fine when you were younger, and let you ride this thing hundreds of times? He was so unconcerned then, and you were so young.

Why does he only worry about it now, when you're older and tougher and more responsible? Why did he raise a child to laugh off potential danger if he was going to force them to beware of it years later? Where was the father and his toolbox all those years ago?

... I don't want it to sound like my dad didn't worry about or do anything for me when I was younger, he absolutely did. But this kinda thing still happens in unexpected ways, and I want to know if anyone else has experienced something similar.

[kaoharu]

IM HOME :] me and my friend took her scooter (not 🛴, this one >🛵) and we drove around for like half an hour and then we went and had breakfast 👍👍 i wanted to eat somewhere but it was closed so we went exploring :] it was soo fun

THATS SO AWESOME im glad uu had fun :] also ive never ridden one of those scooters before but they seem so cool 🔥🔥 whatd u guys end up having for breakfast ^–^ ?

[the-firebird69]

TechRadar: This Segway e-bike is unlike anything I’ve ridden before – and I love it

These people are horrible Trump and Tommy f is a lot of people who felt that should get her something for what he's done and he tried to ruin his reputation say it's him doing it and sitting here threatening him like madness and people finally figured it out a lot of them now they know that the Trump people Antonia for in the way what they say and what they do is unrealistic they're not living in reality and they're ignoring the penalties and they are losing their own brains and pushing through it and not succeeding they're dying but they continue to do it they're disgustingly stupid and we need to open a new case on them no we need to sit down and see you there really awful to him and he had Hera tell us she said you're not paying attention still we're in dire need of these people being removed and so is the Earth. So it won't help if we're suffering so much that the plan doesn't work at all either doing the job and what the Mac proper want it's actually true there's no resistance there and it's a problem and their comments are horrendous what they said at Jimmy Carter's funeral out loud and in person is getting their people killed and themselves killed they went ahead and they burned down Hollywood again this time a huge portion of it about 70% of it was on fire and ruined and they're going to be brought in all of them in that area are arrested already there's a huge fight that's going to happen and all these people are getting arms and they're going to take them down it's a terrible situation and there are people involved that people don't know about who caused it to happen they say they needed it and so on and they're stupid too and it's going to be fixed very soon and we need it fixed. This has been going on for a while these people need attention right now and they're going to get it

Thor Freya

We're actually sick of hearing about it everyone is and we have to hear from these idiots every few seconds they bother us in a screwing around the planet and have no right to their pretty much vegetables and they need to be checked out

Mac Daddy

This realm of your snack proper Mac proper is not in control and we are vying for control because you are not

Zues Hera

That makes a lot of sense we don't think we have to but we do and honestly the s*** we say all the other s*** we say doesn't make any sense these two are nuts we need to stop them and they want to blow everything up by the way and they're not they're not countering or considering Saturn and they're idiots and they just run off and burn and taking him prisoner in hostage doesn't really do much is this the infiltrated after they waste the rest of your fleet on one big ship okay the infiltrate one big ship and you're done cuz you're stupid I saw your stuff fail first that's why we know it so we have to get out of our own way here and stop these two idiots

Macs

The war has begun here everybody is ganging up on these two today they're going to be bringing ships to Bear against that huge one of us and they'll have to keep doing it because the big huge caches and stashes are being fought over and they'll never win if they drop down

Thor Freya

Olympus

[p0rkbun]

I get that you’re scared of riding a motorcycle, cuz it is dangerous. I grew up with both my parents riding and I’ve grown to love it!

Ooo Siem reap is beautiful! I honestly wish it was a little hotter here since it’s mostly still pouring rain. But not as hot as it was there tho, that really sucks. I hope for you as well that the weather won’t be as hot! Ahh I’ve never really ridden a scooter bike before but I wish you luck! You’ve got it <3

Mine does as well! But its scooter bikes instead 😭 its very common in Asia for most people to ride scooter bikes, you'll see a lot of people riding scooter bikes if you ever come to cambodia haha, I have a little vacation right now! But its not in siem reap, somewhere in the countryside cuz my aunt invited me and my mom to go with her while she buys some plants there. I can't wait to go to siem reap 😔

I wish the opposite, I wish that it snowed 😭😭 scooter bikes are pretty easy! They are like the friendly versions of motorcycles, they're easy to ride so you'd probably get used to it quickly if you ever try! 🙆‍♀️

[bismuthcladbattleship]

First: mastering out is a great choice for some. My partner went that way and is very glad every day.

I got a motorcycle license and a motorcycle before I drove cars regularly. I started on a 500cc bike (a 1981 Honda GL500), which isn't that quiet of a vehicle, but definitely manageable. Something with an upright riding position (i.e. not a sport bike) will typically be easier to learn on. As far as getting your M license, I'd highly recommend the basic rider course offered by ABATE in most states. It's a weekend, it'll teach you everything you need to know, and it typically waives your DMV test requirements.

Worth noting in some jurisdictions that a scooter under 50cc is rideable without a motorcycle license. This will get you anywhere in a city, even up hills, just not on highways.

Highways, in general, are the enemy of cheap city commuters. The Sondors MetaCycle is a great, cheap, electric city bike that looks awesome. If my commute wasn't on highways, I'd own one. It just doesn't go over 60 mph very well. Likewise, scooters can be had for at or around $1k on craigslist year-round but don't do highways well. Huge shoutout to the Honda Navi which is a motorcycle-styled scooter you can buy for a couple grand BRAND NEW that's fun as hell to ride. Also the Honda Grom which is usually around $4k new. Again, neither are highway bikes but they're extremely fun in the city. The Navi is pretty quiet, and a stock Grom is too, although if you buy second-hand, be on the lookout for the huge amount of people that mod the exhaust to be loud as hell.

If you want more power, some highway capability, and a quiet ride, consider executive scooters. The Suzuki Bergman line (the 650 in particular) are the comfiest thing you can ride on 2 wheels. Tons of power, they even have a small trunk, lots of features, and they aren't loud as hell. Typically in the $4-6k range on craigslist.

If you want a true gasoline motorcycle, you can get starter bikes for very cheap used typically. Anything from the 80s-90s in the 200-500 cc range will do you fine for cheap. My first bike has 45000 miles on it now and I bought it for $1k flat off craigslist, I'm the 7th owner I think. These will be louder, but you'll do better avoiding anything american made or most "cruiser" style bikes. JDM bikes from the 80s tend to be only as loud as they needed to be to be cheap, so with a helmet the noise is manageable.

If cost is no object, you can consider electric motorcycles. Unlike the Sondors Metacycle, these do exist and can rip. I've ridden one of the Zero EV bikes and they're fast, quiet, and devilishly fun, but they're $20k minimum.

Finally, good helmet always. I ride in full gear literally always, but if you're just in the city, rip-stop Kevlar jeans work great. I'd still wear an armored jacket. Also do not skimp on footwear. They make armored riding shoes that look just like high-top vans. Sidi makes my riding boots which are waterproof and indestructible. You can fuck up your ankles for life laying down a bike in tennis shoes, it's just not worth it.

Oh, and as a note on safety. I laid my bike down once 7 years ago on some wet leaves in full armor. I was fine, so was my bike. Riding is quite safe if you: avoid highways, always wear armor, and never ride much distance while tired or worn out.

Happy riding! :)

So this is mostly me dreaming, but I'd also love to get a general conversation going

If I do completely finalize my decision to master out, its likely that I'm gonna be moving to a major metro area. Ideally I wouldn't have to drive for a commute, but if I do, my Subie is gonna be a horrificly large gas guzzler for that.

So... I'm considering getting a class M license, and getting either a moped or a motorcycle at some point. This will likely be over a year from now, but if I end up having the disposable income, why not?

So I guess on that note, does anyone have any recommendations for starter models of either of those, and also a general sense of how to research this kind of thing?

[cdfreak]

i need to figure out how to ride a bike again. when is it gonna be warm

[amjustagirl]

Chapters: one. ~ two. ~ three. ~ four. ~ five. ~ six. ~ seven. ~ eight.

Word Count: 2.3k 

Summary: Being with Miya Atsumu is like chasing a storm - equal parts exhilaration and danger. After all, it’s impossible to tame a storm. 

Notes: Multipart fic, slow burn. Updates to come soon (and dw, fic’s completed, so you won’t be left hanging ^^)

Masterlist here

AO3 Link here

‘You sure you want the job?’ Miya Osamu asks her when she turns up at his shop, application in hand, responding to the advertisement in Onigiri Miya’s window for part time staff -  general help needed, ability to ride a scooter a plus point - it had read. 

There are only fifteen seats in Onigiri Miya, and hardly any space for her to fit her backpack between her knees, but sunlight streams in invitingly from the glass shop front and there is a faint smell of grilled rice and fried fish that reminds her of weekly lunches at her grandparents�� home.  

‘Yes’, she answers, gesturing with her thumb at her scooter parked outside the shop. ‘I think I’m a good fit for this job’. The corner of Miya Osamu’s mouth lifts ever so slightly, and he leans forward in his seat, hand extended to her.  

‘Welcome to Onigiri Miya then’, he says before proceeding to brisk walk her through the ins and outs of the shop, the scope of her responsibilities, work schedule and (most importantly) her wage, leaving her head spinning at the end of the impromptu briefing. Miya Osamu seems passionate about his craft, his face brightening up with enthusiasm when he talks her through the various onigiris he sells, the type of rice he buys (from a boutique rice farmer in Hyogo, apparently), and he’s generous enough to offer her a decent wage, more than what she could be making working in a combini. 

She stands by her bike on the roadside, tilting her face to the setting sun. There is the faintest smell of rain in the air. 

She soon falls into the rhythm of Onigiri Miya. 

Osamu is strangely territorial over food preparation, so her tasks in the kitchen are mainly limited to washing rice (thrice in clean water, drained thoroughly) and doling out cups of tea and bowls of soup. When he finds out that she’s studying accountancy at Osaka University, he immediately places her in charge of the cash register (and later, in charge of their books). Her scooter comes in handy when he needs her to do urgent stock runs or deliveries to customers. 

She learns the name of their regular customers - Abe-san, who only ever orders salmon onigiris with a side of pork bone soup. Kawasaki-san, who spends half her meal complaining about her aches and pains to a sympathetic Osamu. Mina-san, who turns up every day for breakfast after Osamu includes spam onigiri on his menu after he overhears that she misses her hometown of Okinawa.  

Osamu calls her over at the end of her shift on a busy Saturday night. ‘I’ve a large order for an old customer of mine. D’you think you could help deliver it?’ 

There is a gleam in his eye that she does not quite like.  

‘You sound like you’re sending me out to slaughter’ she comments half-jokingly, to which he responds with an amused shrug of his shoulder. She considers whether it’s bad form to throw her shoe at her boss’s head, but decides not to waste her time. So she shoulders the large sack of food, heading off on her scooter to a neat apartment building in a quiet neighbourhood.

Well – it would have been a quiet neighbourhood but for the music blasted from the top floor of her destination. She has to cover her ears the minute the elevator opens and wonders if their neighbours are deaf or dead because there is no way otherwise the apartment wouldn’t have copped a noise complaint. Grimacing at the tape over the doorbell, she knocks politely on the door. 

There is no response. 

She knocks once more, less politely this time, but still the door does not open. ‘Hello, your delivery is here!’ she calls firmly, slamming her fist down on the sturdy wooden door. 

There is still no response.  

She’s about to turn around when the door crashes open and a blonde head pops out. Her jaw falls open because standing before her is the spitting image of her boss that just sent her out with this order, albeit blonde and ever so slightly broader.  

‘You’re not ‘Samu, but you’re pretty’, he leers, leaning against the doorway. 

She’s tempted to deck him but she’s pretty sure that would mean losing her job. So reminding herself that all that’s standing between her and her bed is this delivery, she bites her tongue and extends the bag of food to him. ‘Your order, sir. Payment please.’ 

‘Didn’t ‘Samu mention that I don’t need to pay?’ The blonde Osamu replica tugs the bag of food towards him, frowning when she refuses to let go. 

‘Not that I know of - and I can’t let you have your order unless you pay for it’, she answers firmly, foot against the door. 

He straightens into his height in a thinly veiled attempt to intimidate her - and while he’s at least six foot of solid muscle from what she can see, it’s thanks to years of working in her father’s shop with men at least a full head taller and broader than her that she’s not afraid to tip her chin up at him with her widest, sharpest grin until he looks away to draw out a couple of thousand yen bills from his pocket, enough to cover the bill. 

‘Fine, fine - tell ‘Samu he wins’, he grumbles, slamming the door in her face. 

She waits until she’s back at her scooter and a good distance away from the apartment before she dials Osamu’s number. 

‘What was that?’ she asks without preamble when he picks up.  

‘What was what?’ Osamu answers, sounding uncharacteristically amused. 

‘Don’t play cute with me! Did you just make me deliver food to your brother?’ 

‘My twin actually’, and he ignores her squawk of indignation. ’Did he pay up?’

‘What do you take me for - of course! I didn’t let go of the food until he did.’

‘Huh’, Osamu responds, sounding surprised. ‘That’s the first time he actually gave in’. And with that, he laughs merrily and hangs up on her. 

She shrugs it off as one of her boss’s weird quirks. 

Except it doesn’t stop as being a weird quirk but turns into an annoying habit. 

Atsumu quickly becomes a regular customer (she learns during one of the twins’ many bickering sessions that he’s back in Osaka after several competitions), and Osamu latches on pretty fast that she’s far better than he is at forcing Atsumu to pay for the food he eats, so he sics her on Atsumu every time the blonde setter shows up at the shop for a meal. 

‘Pay up’ she orders Atsumu for the fourth time this week. Her tone gives no berth for refusal so Atsumu reaches for his pockets even as he grumbles his complaints about ‘cowardly scrubs’ and ‘ crazy bitches’ at a grinning Osamu. 

‘You should give me a raise for managing your brother’, she complains to Osamu later, and though he raises an eyebrow at her, to her surprise, he does exactly that. 

Osamu proceeds to take advantage of said raise to send her to man their stand at MSBY’s first match of the season, armed with a few hundred onigiris. Business is brisk, but she finds her attention diverted by the sheer speed of the plays and the way the players all seem to have wings in their feet. 

Atsumu in particular catches her eye. Osamu explained to her over a slow day at work about volleyball positions and basic plays, and he boasted about Atsumu’s talent as a setter, how ‘he always takes the best care of his spikers’. Watching him now, even to her untrained eye, she can see how much thought he puts into each of his plays - the way he tricks the blockers to let his spikers fly high above them, the quick side stepping of increasingly frustrated attackers, the dump shots at the most unexpected of times. 

She’s impressed, though she doesn’t want to admit it - because Atsumu has the personality of a puddle of muddy rainwater, and she's fairly sure he'd never let her hear the end of it if he ever finds out. 

So it isn’t surprising when she spots him being hassled by a large gaggle of his fan girls outside the sports hall. They’re hanging off his arms begging him for autographs - and probably something much less innocent from the way his eyes are bugging out of his head. It’s tempting to walk away from him – it’s not as if he’s been particularly nice to her after all, but a few of the more rabid fan girls seem to get a little  too  close for comfort and she figures even he doesn’t deserve that . Plus he probably can’t just shove them off because that might cause yet another PR debacle that she and Osamu have become accustomed seeing in the news, so she breathes a sigh through her nose, cursing her conscience.   

‘Oi asshat, your ride’s here’, she shouts as loudly as she can, shouldering her way to the center of the crowd. His fan girls stare in stunned silence, but Atsumu catches on after she shoves her spare helmet into his chest, and grabbing her wrist for dear life, they sprint all the way to her scooter.  

‘Don’t tell me you’ve never ridden before’, she snaps as he fiddles helplessly at his helmet. 

‘Of course, I have, what d’you take me for, some scrub?’ he retorts when he manages to strap his it on to his head. Her scooter groans under his weight. 

Yes - she itches to retort, because he’s clearly lying. He fights to keep upright as she loops her way through bends on the road and maintains a white knuckled grip on the back of his seat until she comes to a stop two streets away where his fan girls are unlikely to see him. 

‘So, where to?’ she asks him as he wheezes, trying to catch his breath. ‘I could let you off here, or we could grab some food - your choice.’ 

‘Eh… Could we drop by 7-11?’ he chuckles sheepishly. 

‘Really? You want me to take you to a  combini  when your brother literally owns a restaurant?’ 

‘I’m cravin’ an egg mayo sandwich, what’s wrong with that?!’ he yells as she revs off, and she laughs when he squeaks and clings on to her waist. 

They end up at a combini anyway. Atsumu buys his egg mayo sandwich. And a bucket load of oden. And a bagful of karaage. And two pudding cups (singly packed, none of the triple cup kind for him  thank you very much). At least he steers clear of the onigiri section, because Osamu might explode otherwise if he ever finds out. 

‘You’re paying the fine if my bike gets impounded’ she tells him sourly.

‘Relax - it’ll be fine’, he waves his hand airily at her. ‘’Sides, what’s a girl like you doing with a bike?’

‘A girl like me?’ she echoes, tilting her head in confusion. 

‘Y’know - kinda square and all? I assumed so, since ‘Samu mentioned you’re studying to be an accountant’, he clarifies through a mouthful of food. 

‘Square?! ’ she mouths at him, outraged, and he grins unrepentantly back at her, crunching on karaage. She abandons her annoyance to scoot back to avoid the ensuing spray of crumbs. 

‘Do you want me to answer seriously, or was that a rhetorical question, gross pig?’ 

 ‘Please, I’m always serious, darlin’, he drawls. 

She steals a fishcake from him in retaliation and he tries to rap her knuckles with his sandwich. They only settle down when the combini staff glare at them mildly in reproof. 

‘I’ve always wanted to ride a bike ‘cos it seemed like it allowed its rider to be free’, she says, shooting a fond look through the window at her own scooter, rusty and old it may be. 

‘I mean it allows you to get from one place to another, what’s so special about that?’ he asks, cocking his head in confusion.  

‘Mm…well, not just that. You see, when I was younger, I used to be so jealous of my older brothers getting to ride their motorbikes. They refused to let me borrow it, so I stole it one day when they weren’t looking and took off - but because I was so excited, I hit the thrusters so hard on the way up a hill that I ended up crashing on the way down. But right before I crashed, there was a moment when I was on the top of the world with the wind in my face - it was the first time I truly felt  alive .’ 

 She closes her eyes at the memory, her mouth lifting into a smile. ‘And that’s what I become addicted to - chasing that feeling of being completely unfettered from the world, like a bird in the sky. 

He stares at her meditatively, as though she’s a puzzle he can’t quite solve.

‘What!’ she exclaims, the tips of her ears flushing pink, suddenly self-conscious. 

‘Nothin’, darlin’. Just thought that you’re more interesting than I thought’. Ignoring her indignant ‘ what?!’ , he stands up, brushing the crumbs off his lap. ‘Shall we get goin’? It’s about to rain.’ 

 The ride back to his apartment passes in a blur of streetlights and gathering rain clouds, but thankfully it’s not as unpleasant as it was before as Atsumu eases into his seat, moving with her when she drops into a bend, loosening his hands on her waist. Still, she suspects it’s all bravado, as he stumbles stiff legged off the bike when they reach his apartment. 

But as to be expected from a seasoned athlete used to the spotlight, he manages to plaster on a grin, cocky and charming enough to make her blush. 

‘Thanks for the ride’, he says. ‘I wouldn’t mind coming out again with you for a ride sometime’. 

Then he smiles at her, and it’s soft, shorn of the sharp edges she’s used to seeing. It plants an unfamiliar seed of warmth in her core that survives her race home against the storm.

[b4rredteeth]

"Cliff hangers are the best... or open endings, but mostly plot twists," Suraj rattled on, always more comfortable to talk about movies than really anything else. As if that was a thing they knew, better than they knew their own heart. They almost gripped at it, showing their own relief. "Sorry, but yes good, please believe me," they pleaded, smiling awkwardly, as they opened the carton and set to the food. They were hungry, only now they realised how much they had been craving food. The exhaustion had cancelled out everything else.

They smiled a genuine smile as Mei laughed, they didn't think they were funny, but they had their moments, and it was very wild that anyone would think them funny. Or laugh. Well, giggle. "I'm really grateful for that, I mean... I think I have it under control, luckily I've ridden these things before without a license, but never on the road." They blushed slightly. "Yeah... I think I really gave off the impression that I wanted to help," they admitted. "I don't even know how... I would've been fine with looking after the diner while my colleagues were out... but here I am."

Suraj took a bit from the food and nodded. "Basically. Though there are quiet moments, I got a Redbull during an earlier break," they said. "It's... whenever they need stuff moved from one location to the next or if they need new things, they send a message in the chat, and I think I'm the only one with the scooter. It's been... a challenge." They blushed some more. "Like... I've had to talk with so many strangers, in such a short window of time." They smiled. "Thank you," they said, though the chances they would were slim, they didn't want to force her to come out and safe them too often, lest she think they were highly incapable of taking care of themself. "Oh, if not... uhm, my brother should have them! He has a huge Bollywood collection that he sometimes lets me borrow."

"I GUESS YOU GOT ME THERE. It'd be a bit boring if you always knew what to expect out of a movie." Although, only in those controlled situations would Mei allow it. She was pretty sure she had already had enough surprises to last her a lifetime, even at just twenty five years old. Her eyes squinted a bit, as if to study them in a teasing manner, before finally saying, "You're making me a little skeptical now, but I think I still believe you." She snorted before it turned into a giggle, glad to have at least two people in the town that could make her laugh. After so many years of her life being devoid of the action, it was nice to be able to reclaim it. "At least they didn't make you take a driving test after volunteering. I guess, they really didn't want you to back out." It made her feel a little bad she hadn't offered any help herself, but she knew the entire idea of it would have made her react in a way that would be much more hinderance than help. "Oh, wow. You have to just be...on-call this whole time?" Now Mei felt bad that she hadn't offered to get Suraj whatever they needed any time sooner than now. "Well, I hope they give you enough of a break to eat. Take the chance why you've got it." The dark-haired girl wasn't how to offer it naturally, but added, "If there's anything else you need, you can text me." Even if she wasn't able to help in the search, at least she could help a friend. "I don't think I've seen either. I'll have to see if the video store has them. Thanks."

[nctsoftskz]

Shy love | bang chan

Word count: 2.7k Pairing: shy! reader x e-boy!, skater! Chan Genre: fluff, romance, cliché af A/N: I know I’m very absent and it’s badly written, but I’m not at my best rn and I suddenly got into my Chan’s feels (i dreamt about him last night 🥺) I’m sorry!! i stg he’s too handsome to be real 

Sitting on the bus with your headphones, you dramatically watched the scenery went by at full speed. You needed to go at the other side of the town for an appointment and you decided to try another route to reach your destination point. You had always ridden the train, but at those hours, it was most likely to be packed, and you hated it. Here, you were sitting at the back of the bus, not a lot of people around you. As you neared another bus stop, a group of nine boys mounted the bus, laughing and holding cans of beer and their skateboards or scooters. They were pretty loud, earning side glances from other people riding the bus. You quickly looked at each of them, but you brought your attention back to the cityscape out of the window.

After a few more minutes, the boys had quieted down a bit, giggling and snickering here and there, but something felt odd. You felt like someone was staring at you. You truly hoped that it wasn’t someone creepy, that it was just someone that tried to recognise you.

You turned your head in direction of the staring and you met big hazel eyes. Your heartbeat started increasing and you started feeling hot, studying the boy’s face for a few seconds before looking away out of embarrassment. You felt him doing the same and when you stared at the floor, laughter getting louder on the boy’s side. He looked at you again, but you ignored him, trying to focus on your music and the rainy streets. You pressed the button to stop the vehicle at your bus stop, gathering your stuff and putting your raincoat on. You gulped and gripped a handle, preventing you from falling. As you were about to go off the bus, you stared at the hazel boy one last time and hurried to your appointment, running in the rain.

You found yourself riding the bus more often, a public transport less used by people during rush hour. This time, it was sunny, and you had your sketchbook in hand, trying to draw the boy that you saw last time. You still sat at the back of the bus and music was your only friend, helping you to focus on your artistic task. When you looked up to crack your neck, you immediately sank your head back in your drawing, noticing the skater boys boarding the bus. You held your breath, as if it would make you smaller and voices you recognised started getting quieter, noticing that the boys stood a bit further away from you than last time. You exhaled and forced yourself to not look up, not wanting to be caught staring. Each time one of them talked, you wondered if it was him speaking or not, some voices sending more chills in your body than others.

Lowering your music to hear your stop announcement, you focused on your drawing again as you heard that you still had a long way to go. “Hum, excuse me? Do you mind if I sit here?” a deep yet gentle voice asked and you looked up, immediately shutting your sketchbook. You nodded and clumsily gathered your stuff to make room for him. It was the hazel boy. “What’s your name?” he asked, and you felt like dreaming. Was he interested in you? “I’m… Y/N,” you quietly said and took off an earpiece, briefly looking at him. “And you are?” “I’m Chris, but everyone calls me Chan,” he answered, and you nodded, not really knowing what to do. You were panicking and anxious, whereas Chan looked extremely chill next to you. You stared at his friends, who were looking at the two of you with playful eyes, mocking and teasing their friend for approaching you.

“Don’t mind them,” he said as he followed your gaze, making you turn your head to look at him, “they’re making fun of me, not you, but don’t worry.” “But why are they behaving like this?” you asked and he chuckled. “I’m actually the only one that has the guts to go talk to a girl,” you nodded and clutched your sketchbook against your chest. “Oh, you draw? That’s so cool,” he said as he pointed your small black book and nodded again, smiling. “Yes, it’s one of my hobbies, along with painting,” you said and Chan’s mouth opened to form an “o”, impressed. “That’s so sick,” his smile showed dimples and you felt your breath catching in your throat at the sight, “can I see it?” “Oh hum, I’d rather not if you don’t mind,” you awkwardly said and your grip on your notebook tightened, but you were immediately relieved when Chan nodded. “It’s okay, I know it can be pretty personal, one of my friends over there also likes to sketch but he never shows everything to us,” you gratefully smiled at him and he sent it right back to you, eyes turning into crescent moons. You looked away, flattening your floral dress on your thighs, not knowing how to keep the conversation going. “If I can’t get to see your artworks, can I get your number instead?” you cleared your throat and pursed your lips at his words, not expecting him to be this straightforward. You thought two seconds about it and nodded, making Chan’s smile widen. You shakily took the phone he was handing you and double checked that you entered your correct phone number and gave it back to him with a shy smile. 

“Well, it was nice to meet you, Chan, but I’m going off here,” you mumbled and the boy grabbed his skateboard and stood up with you. “Wait, you’re going off here as well?” you asked and he nodded, making your brows furrow. “I don’t live far from here, so I can be around you a bit longer. Only if you don’t mind, I can jump right back in the bus if I bother you.” “No, not at all, it feels kind of nice to have someone with me,” you said as you struggled to put everything in your bag. Chan stood in front of you and held the bottom of your bag, allowing you to put everything in it like you wanted. “Thanks,” you mumbled and slightly shook his head, telling you that it was nothing.

You got to meet Chan a bit more than only in the bus. You were slowly warming up to each other, feeling like a teenager in love when you looked at him. You knew that his looks wanted to make him look unapproachable, but when he was in private, he was a whole other boy. He was smiling, very touchy and gentle, making you crazily blush when he was around. 

One evening, you were bored as hell and your parents had to attend a professional meeting together. You texted Chan around twenty minutes ago, but you were still left unanswered. You sighed, pondering about going to bed early or just watch a series. As you were about to go fetch yourself some snacks in the pantry, your smartphone emitted a sound, notifying you from a message.

I’m skating right now, do you want me to come over? you read his text and sighed, still undecided about what you actually wanted to do. Can I come watch you instead? You sent back and locked your phone, dropping it on the bed. His answer wasn’t long in coming. Of course, honey. Make sure to bring a sweater or something warm, it’s getting windy 😉

You smiled and sprung from your bed, putting a sweater above your t-shirt and a pair of leggings before leaving your room. You grabbed water from the fridge, as well as snacks and two apples. Locking your front door, you ran to the bus stop as you heard the bus coming, signalling your presence to the driver to make him stop. Once you arrived at the skatepark near the beach, the salty wind made you inhale deeply, loving the current atmosphere. You noticed only two skateboarders, recognising Chan as one of them. The rest of the people populating the park were skaters, sending ticks mid-air as you passed by them. You carefully walked to Chan, who noticed you and sat on his board while waiting for you. You handed him a bottle of water and an apple, surprising him by your gesture.

“Thank you? That’s so nice of you,” he said gently smiled, watching him gulp down a few sips of fresh water in one go. “You must be tired and thirsty, so I thought that I’d bring something for you,” he passed his arm around your shoulder and drew you towards him, swiftly kissing your temple. Your stomach churned at the action, it was the first time that he showed you affection aside from flirting and complimenting you. You looked at him and he chuckled, his fluffy hair dancing with the wind.

“What? Want me to do it again?” you giggled and looked away. “Not for now,” you answered as you observed the riders clapping and cheering at each other for a trick they managed to succeed. “Wave to me when you want affection, then,” he winked and you shook your head with a smile, stuffing his apple in his mouth. He slightly turned his head away and grabbed your wrist, only to allow him to properly bite into the apple. He munched on it with a happy smile, wiping the juice of the fruit falling from his lips with the back of his hand. “It’s nice to take a break from skating with you,” he said out of nowhere as his eyes got lost in the sea in front of you. The sun was about to set, and the last rays warmed you up from the chilly wind, goosebumps flooding your body. “I feel at peace when we’re together,” you mumbled as you bit into your apple, “I feel like all my worries and anxiety suddenly vanish, it almost feels weird to feel good.” “I’m glad you feel like that when I’m around,” he looked at you with a soft smile, his foot on his board, making it roll back and forth. He stood up, gently letting go of the hand you didn’t notice him hold and speeded on his board, showing you off his skills. You didn’t really care about skateboarding, the only things that mattered to you was the smile on his face when he succeeded a trick or when he looked at you.

Without having him noticing, you took your sketchbook out of your bag and found a pencil in the back pocket and started sketching Chan as he was waiting for the park to clear out a bit. He had the top of his board in his hand, looking away from you with the beach behind him, looking like he was posing. Maybe he was, but you were too immersed in your sketching to care. You curled up a bit on yourself, trying to keep the warmth as close to you as possible. Chan stayed like that for a few more seconds, allowing you to finish the rough draft of his silhouette. Then, he started riding his board again, sometimes closing your eyes to remember details of him and his handsome face.

“Have you gotten bored?” Chan joked as he came back after a while, wiping the light sweat off his forehead and sat down next to you again. You chuckled and put your pencil down, closing the notebook between your fingers. “Nah I’m fine, let’s say that I suddenly got inspired.” His eyes went from your face to your notebook and he pointed at it. “I still can’t have a look at it, can I?” you shrugged and he faked an annoying huff, pushing his hair back and deeply breathed. “It’s not that good, but you can see it. Only that page, I’ll murder you if you flip through it.” He smirked at your warning and opened the sketchbook, his eyes widening at your drawing of him. “It looks so good! So real!” he said as he took a closer look of your piece of art. “I want a poster out of that, Y/N, you’re so talented.” “Chan, it’s just a rough sketch,” you humbly mumbled as you tried to get your sketchbook back, but he extended his arm away from you, teasing you by trying to flip the page with his thumb. “Stooop,” you whined and Chan smiled, softly grunting as you laid your hand on his thigh, shifting your weight to try and grab your precious item.

“I’ll give it back to you only if you kiss me,” he said in your ear and you almost fell at his words. You looked at him and your eyes widened at your sudden proximity, red softly decorating your cheeks. Chan was smirking as he still held your notebook above your heads, arm slowly going numb as you took your sweet time to stare into each other’s eyes. You slowly leant and grabbed his jaw, making sure that he wouldn’t move his face as you kissed the soft skin of his cheek. He huffed as you ruined his entire plan but gave you your sketchbook back anyway. 

“You’re so not funny,” he mumbled as you put everything that belonged to you in your bag. Zipping it up, you smiled at him and went to sit on his legs, surprising him. You weren’t usually the one to initiate skinship, but he wasn’t complaining when you did. Chan’s arms wrapped around your shoulders and thighs, enveloping you in a tight embrace. His nose touched your neck and you gasped as you felt his warm lips laying a soft kiss on your sensitive skin.

“Not here,” you whispered, and he laughed. “Come on, it’s just a kiss on the neck, it’s not that deep,” he stated and you heavily blushed, pulling the hood above your head and nestling into his neck. He smelt like cologne and laundry, it was very comforting to be in his arms. Chan’s hands drew you a bit away from him, making you turn to the side, your legs wrapped around him. You were now straddling him, and Chan rested his head on your chest. You rubbed the back of his head and he sighed in content, tightening his grip around you.

“I love you,” he mumbled, completely out of the blue, which startled you. “Come again?” you said, not sure that you heard him quite right. “I love you,” he didn’t hesitate to repeat, his hands going under your sweater and t-shirt, softly rubbing your back as he looked up at you from his spot in your arms. “Since I saw you for the first time, you’re constantly running in my mind. I never told you that but, when we first met in the bus, I almost went off with you like the second time, but I didn’t know what to say or do when I’d reach you. I’m glad that my friends pushed me to come and talk to you because I’ve never been this happy since I’m seeing you.” You laid your hands on his shoulders to make him properly look at you and he had the most delicate eyes that you’ve ever seen on him. Cupping his cheeks, you smiled, softly bumping his nose with yours. He chuckled but you both became serious again, Chan’s eyes leaving yours to land on your lips. He looked back up at you and you nodded, allowing him to capture your lips in a sweet kiss.

Your mouths moved in sync, the kiss bringing you nothing but happiness. Chan had managed to break down your ice walls, comfortably installing himself and his love in your heart. It felt warm, he knew that he was in a good and safe place, and so were you. Chan, under his skater, e-boyish appearance, hid a loving heart, filled with attention and kindness. He felt like trusting again, and he was right. Having you by his side made him feel like nothing could hurt him. You protected each other’s hearts, and that’s the only thing that the two of you needed; someone caring and loving.

[theotherstephencobert]

May 16-22: The Mustache Journeys

I have been thinking about calling this current phase of my health and fitness journey "The Mustache Journeys". Why, you may ask? Well, I got to thinking about it. I am rebuilding my fitness after an extended layoff. I am covering old ground for a second time as I gain back progress I may have lost. But during the gap in serious training, I grew a mustache (perhaps you noticed in my selfies). I had been to my son's place in south Wichita prior to the trip two weeks ago, but my mustache never had. I had been to Tom Sawyer's Bicycle Shop priort to my most recent trip, but my mustache never had. And I had ridden my bike to the town of Schulte prior to my ride yesterday, but I had no mustache in those earlier rides. So maybe I'll call this phase of my fitness journey The Mustache Journeys to commemorate the new me in honor of that part of my appearance that is really new.

[STOP LOOKING AT ME AS IF I'M WEIRD!!]

Here's how I did last week.

Sunday, May 16, started with a ride home from the Howard Johnson. I got some sleep, and then later that day rode my bike to Scooter's for a white chocolate iced mocha.

Monday the 17th the day started with a ride to Scooters, then a stop at the Kwik Shop up the street for drinks, and then a ride to the YMCA for weight training.

Tuesday was a rest day. Wednesday the 19th was my payday, so it was early to rise for a ride to the ATM, a stop at Walmart, and a trip to Scooters for mochas. I was planning on weigfht training that afternoon, but a ride back from a doctor's appointment fell through and I had to call my grandson for a ride. (Jordon has a driver's license. Where on earth did the time go?)

Thursday was an early ride to Scooter's. (Am I ever glad they didn't move in next door. I'd be missing out on so much exercise!) Later that day was a ride to the Y for weight training. I was on the ride home when Becky called to suggest that another mocha would be nice, so I turned around and returned to Scooter's. Since I'd done weight training, I asked for a shot of protein in my blended mocha. Made it all the better!

Friday was a morning trip to Scooter's, then an evening trip to the Howard Johnson hotel for the late night shift.

Saturday, May 22, started with a ride home from the hotel and a few hours of much-needed sleep. When I got up, the weather report said there was a 60% chance of rain, but I had purposed I was going on a long ride today so I decided to risk it and head south on Hoover Road for K-42. The rain held off, and that afternoon I paid a visit to the town of Schulte.

Schulte is a very small town in the Wichita metro area, best known as the home of Peter the Apostle Catholic Church and church school. It was only about an 8-mile ride to get there, but it is the first town outside of Wichita proper I have visited since resuming my fitness journey and so I was glad to make the return visit.

There was a southerly breeze of about 15 mph, adding a bit of challenge to the ride there. I took a ride home on one of the rural roads west of the city, meaning I could shift the bike into the higher gears and do a little speed training. Then it was back into Wichita on the Prairie Sunset Trail, a stop at Walmart for groceries, home for a much-needed shower and a ride back to the Howard Johnson for another overnight shift.

Tomorrow I'm sure I'll start the new week with a bike ride home for some sleep. (Do you suppose it's possible I might just go to Scooter's before the day is over?)

[beanfic]

Late Night Adventures

Pairing: Tyler Joseph x reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: mr.joseph says a bad word :o but besides that, none!

Request: can i have the reader, tyler, and josh getting into some late night shenanigans on tour and maybeeeee there’s a confession involved from a certain joseph 👀 - @nonsenseverses​

Author’s note: I loved writing this request so much!! (theyre still open, btw, so if people want to send in more requests!) also fun fact! This is my first fic written on my new computer :D usually i write them on my laptop but this time I wrote it with a fancy keyboard so it went *click* *click* *click* 

“You know what I am thinking?” Tyler spoke up between his bites of the Hawaiian pizza he was munching on. Both you and Josh looked up towards him and saw his mischievous look.

“What?” you were nervous for his answer, usually when Tyler had a look like that on his face, it meant no good.

“Late night shenanigans?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Oh hell yeah!” Josh clapped his hands together and rubbed them together, as if he was creating an evil plot.

“Tyler,” you sighed. “Do you remember how much trouble we got in last time? You literally crashed the golf cart into the wall of the amphitheater and caused like, what?, 2k worth of damages?” 

“Y/N! C’mon! We will be safe.” Josh chimed in before Tyler even had a chance to respond.

“Yeah! We’ve been on tour for like two months now and we only have had like 10 late night shenanigans. We gotta make them tradition.” He smiled to himself as he thought about everything he could do. 

“Okay, fine.” You raised your hands up in defeat, but you couldn’t help to feel a little bit of excitement. You enjoyed the late night adventures you spent with the boys on tour. The first time Josh had invited you on tour was back during regional at best era, and you quickly were invited to every tour in the future. You liked helping out in the back, plus you really liked spending time with Tyler and Josh. They were like your best friends, even though you did have a little bit of a crush on Tyler, you couldn’t lie about that. 

“So, Joseph, what do you have planned this time?” Josh asked. Tyler thought for a second before standing up and grabbing his laptop and bringing it over to the couch that you were all sitting on in the tour bus. 

“Hear me out! They have these electric scooters, and I think we should ride them downtown across this bridge.” He pulled up a photo of a large bridge that was lit up with rainbow lights. 

“Whoa, that’s pretty,” you whispered.

“It really said gay rights,” Josh chimed in making you all snicker. 

“Can I just say that I have never ridden an electric scooter before?” you confessed, your stomach bubbling with nervousness.

“You think we have?” Tyler laughed.

“I have.” Josh spoke, making both you and Tyler to look over at him.

“When?”

“Back when I was visiting LA! They have them all over!”

“Are they pretty easy to use?” you asked.

Josh nodded, “You’ll get a hang of it quick, Y/N, trust me!”

“It won’t be bad, I promise!” Tyler added, trying to help ease your nerves. You smiled at him before taking a deep breath. 

“When are we headed out?” 

“I was thinking like around 1?” Tyler looked at his apple watch. It read 12:38 am. 

“Do you think it will be cold out? What should I wear?” you tend to ask a lot of questions when you were nervous, and they seemed to all be making an appearance right now.

“The weather says it’s around 65 degrees so I would suggest something comfortable but warm? Maybe sweatpants and a sweatshirt?” Josh suggested. You thank him before excusing yourself to get into better clothes. You squeezed into the tiny bathroom and you stared at yours;f in the mirror. For some reason you were more nervous for this late night adventure than you have been in the past. You weren’t sure if it was because you all had gotten in trouble with the boys’ manager last time, or if it was because you did not want to make a fool of yourself on the electric scooters in front of Tyler. 

“You okay in there?” you heard a knock on the door. It was Tyler.

“Yep!” You unlocked the door and walked out, now in warmer and much more comfortable clothes. 

“I like your sweatshirt!” Tyler said with a soft smile. You felt your cheeks blush.

“Thanks, is it because it’s yours?” you teased. It was an older style of a twenty one pilots hoodie. 

“It looks way better on you than it ever did on me!”

“Sure, Ty,” you rolled your eyes and laughed. 

“If you guys are done flirting, are you ready to head out?” Josh peeked his head into the hallway between the bathroom and the living area. 

“We are not flirting!” Tyler snapped back at him and your face fell without you realizing. You think Tyler might have noticed too, because his eyes softened when he looked at you. “I’m sorry.” He whispered to you and you just responded with a small smile.

“I downloaded the app for the scooters and it looks like there is a group of them like five minutes from here, we just have to go left out of the parking lot!”

“At least one of us is good at directions!” you teased Tyler, reminding him of how he got you and Josh lost in new York city once, which also happened to be the most fun night of your life, but that is for another story. All of you piled out of the bus, saying goodbye to the others that were playing Mario kart. The air was chilly, and you wrapped your arms around your body to try to keep yourself warm. You followed the boys down the dark street, and you wished there were more street lamps. 

“It’s spooky out here,” Tyler spoke.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe!” Josh turned around and patted Tyler’s shoulder.

“Thanks, love,” Tyler snickered.

“Ew,” you pretended to gag at the boys. 

“I see the scooters!” Josh pointed to a rack of the scooters. He helped you and Tyler set up the app and make sure everything was working. You wished there were helmets, but hopefully you wouldn’t crash or anything like that. 

“Whoa!” Tyler zipped off as he pressed on the power of the scooter, You watched in awe as he effortlessly made and loop and returned back to you and Josh.,

“You’re a natural!” you complimented him, making him beam. 

“Watch this!” Josh said. He hopped on the scooter and started to forward but then he did a little hop and spun in a  circle.

“Show off,” Tyler grumbled. 

“Your turn, Y/N!” Josh looked over at you and you nervously looked down at the scooter. It seemed to be mocking you. 

“Alright.” You took a deep breath and placed both of your feet on the scooter, holding tightly onto the handles, and gently gave the scooter some power. It moved forward with a jolt, making you lose your balance a little bit. “It’s much more powerful than I was expecting.”

“You’ll get used to it!” Tyler reassured you. “Try again.”

You nodded and tried again, preparing yourself for the power. You stayed balanced as it started to move and then you practiced moving the handle bars left and right, and Tyler was right, you were able to get the hang of it fairly quickly. 

“Onward!” Tyler raised his hand and pointed forwards as he rode off into the street. You laughed at how silly he was and followed him. Josh rode next to you, making sure you were doing okay. 

“How far away is the bridge?” you asked. Josh looked down at the GPS on his phone. 

“One more left turn and it should be down that road!” You thanked him and continued riding. It was peaceful. Tyler would start singing one of his songs, Josh making drumming sounds with his mouth, and you would just look at the night sky and take in your surroundings. There were quite a lot of murals on the walls of the buildings, which you were really pretty. 

“I see the bridge!” Tyler shouted. You looked past him and saw the bridge, it was bright and lit up in the dark. You all rode until you reached the top of the middle of the bridge and you all stopped to look out over the river below. 

“This is gorgeous!” you stated, looking down at the waves crashing below you.

“Like you,” he whispered. You weren’t quite sure you heard him correctly. You whipped your head around and looked at him with your mouth open, not sure what to say. 

“Wait what?” you stumbled over your words and you could see Tyler’s ears turn a beet red.

“Oh, I um, said you look gorgeous? Like you said the view was gorgeous and-”

“Thank you, Tyler,” you stopped his stammering. “You’re pretty gorgeous yourself too.”

“Not true,” he scoffed.

“Tyler, it’s true! Right, Josh?” you turned around to see Josh who was on the other side of the bridge taking photos, not even realizing that you were talking to him. You turned back around to Tyler and shrugged. “I mean it.”

“You think I’m gorgeous?” Tyler placed his hand on his chest, dramatically acting surprised that you could think such a thing.

“Yes! I always that you were, like have you seen yourself Ty?” you laughed nervously. Usually, you weren’t this open about your feelings with someone, especially if you didn’t know if they felt the same.

“I mean that’s what I think about you. Every time I see you, I lose my breath because of how attractive you are!” he was looking out and you saw his eyes widened when he said that last part. “I’m sorry, hopefully you didn’t think that was creepy. Shit, I’t just I really like you, Y/N, and I don’t know how to flirt or talk to people I like and-”

“Tyler.” You took a step closer to him and placed your hand on his arm, giving it a small rub to calm him down. “It’s okay. Can I confess something too?”

He nodded with wide eyes, still not saying anything. 

“I like you too! I’ve had a crush on you for the past six months but I’ve been too afraid to say anything! I get nervous around cute guys.” You poked his side, making him laugh. 

“You have a crush on Tyler?” Josh asked as he walked over to join your guys conversation.

“Apparently Tyler also has a crush on me!” you smiled.

“I knew it!” Josh fist pumped the air.

“What?” Tyler looked over at Josh with suspicion

“C’mon, Ty. I know how you get when you like someone, and you have been acting like that around Y/N for the past few months! So are you guys going to, like, date now?” Josh crossed his arms and wiggled his eyebrows at the two of you. You played with your sweatshirt sleeve nervously.

“Y/N?” Tyler asked. You looked up at him. “Would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Duh,” you laughed. 

“Sounds like a plan!” he leaned over and placed a kiss on your cheek. 

“Ew, no kissing ion front of me!” Josh covered his eyes and Tyler punched his shoulder. 

“Shut up, Dun, or I am going to kiss you!” 

“Y’all are too much,” you laughed as you watched Tyler chase Josh around on the bridge. 

“Dude, it’s already 3am!” Josh told both of you. “Ready to head back to the bus?”

“Yes,” you responded with a yawn. All three of you hopped on the scooters once again and rode back to the bus. 

“Wait, look at that!” Tyler stopped his scooter and pointed to something that was crawling across the street.

“Ew, is that a rat?” you recognized the long eerie looking tail. “Disgusting.”

“Maybe it needs a friend,” Josh suggested.

“Hell no,” you stopped him right there. “This is how you two get in trouble, let’s get back to the bus before you two decide on some other shenanigan to get into tonight.”

“They have a point,” Tyler added.

“You were more fun when you guys weren’t together,” Josh mumbled.

“Dun, it’s been ,like fifteen minutes.”

“If anything, Y/N is gonna make me more fun!” Tyler teased.

“Exactly!” You scooted over to Tyler and gave him a high five. 

“Where’s my high five??” Josh frowned.

“You get a fist pump.”

“Good enough,” Josh fist pumped you and continued on towards the bus. The warmth of the inside was nice and after you convinced Tyler to pay for all of your scooter fees with the band's credit card, it was finally time for bed. You got into pajamas and while you were brushing your teeth, you saw Tyler walk by to get into his bunk.

“Goodnight, Y/N!” Tyler said. “I’m glad that we went on our little adventure tonight, because I don’t think I would have had the guts to tell you if we didn’t.”

“Agreed.” Your lips turned upwards as Tyler leaned in and planted a kiss on your lips. Your first kiss with Tyler. It was short, but so perfect.

“You taste like toothpaste,” he chuckled.

“Your lips are very soft, like more soft than I think lips should be, do you use a lip scrub?” you questioned.

“I actually do,” he confessed. “It’s from lush and is chocolate flavored.”

“You’ll have to share!” 

“My lips or the lip scrub?” he joked and you rolled your eyes.

“Both!” you leaned in for another peck on the lips. Tyler was smiling like an idiot, and it made you so giddy inside. 

“Okay, I really need to sleep for the show tomorrow. Night, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Ty! Tell Josh I said goodnight too even though I am sure he is already asleep. Sleep well!”

“You too!” You watched Tyler head towards the bunks and you finished up in the bathroom. You pulled out the couch into your bed and hopped in. You replayed the events of the night, and even though you were exhausted, you had a hard time falling asleep because of the excitement of Tyler confessing his feelings for you. 

This was probably one of the best late night adventures you had.