#Jane motorcycles

[wh0-is-lily]

Brigitte Bardot on a Motorcycle 🏍️

[mr675]

Nathan Jane 1983 749cc Ducati Cobas Manfeild Park APS Classic Motorcycle Racing Festival 2024

[boanerges20]

Motolove "Lady Jane"

[pharawee]

What do we think are the odds that *Tee* was the one who leaked that clip? We know that he and Top both know about Non and the teacher, and Tee looked awfully smug when he was assuring Por that he’d deal with Non his own way. Him leaking the clip would mean that Jin gave it to him but with how jealous and angry Jin was, the chances of him giving Tee the clip aren’t exactly zero

Oh, that would certainly make sense. I mean, it would make sense as in: he has opportunity. But I don't entirely understand his motives. Is he doing it for shits and giggles (he doesn't seem the type) or to get back at him for... giving back the money. I'm a bit ?? ??? about the whole thing tbh

All I know is that no one should leave these children unsupervised. 😐

[incorrectjane-andthedragon]

*modern au*

Pepper: Hey, I need advice...there's a boy I like, how do I ask him out? I've never done this before and I'm nervous.

Jane: Oh, don't ask Jester. He asked me out in a convenience store parking lot at 2 in the morning after nearly crashing my motorcycle to get there.

Pepper, trying to process all of that: and you said yes?!

[raquelitachic]

[eyesxxyou]

First Drink 🥃

🍺・・・l. howlett x fem!reader

rating. m

word count. 2.2k

synopsis. you were everything logan shouldn't want. young, religious, and innocent. you were sweet to everyone. and you've never been touched. logan wants to be your first everything.

or

Logan gives you your first drink

warnings. age gap relationship (reader is 21, Logan is nearing 50) , religious reader, innocent reader, drinking, forced alcohol consumption, dubious consent, fingering, squirting, not edited

↳ pt.1 / pt.2 / pt.3

Logan is far from a holy man. He drinks too much, smokes too often, hasn’t even stepped foot in a church in his entire life. He’d like to think he’s a good man though, one who tries to make the right decisions when he can, but he knows that what he’s like to think and the reality of it all were two wildly separate things. For how could he be a good man when he’s got it out for you, a pastor’s daughter?

He didn’t mean for it to happen. Kind of stumbled into it as one stumbles into trying cocaine. That is to say, he didn’t stumble into it at all. It was a deliberate decision made with addictive consequences. You were his neighbor, a meek, kind little thing often wrapped up in your bible while you sit quaintly on the front steps of your family house. You were young, not too young though. Freshly turned 21. Yet you still wore your modest clothing and pretty mary janes with frilly socks.

Logan was a perverted man. There was no way to get around it. You were as kind and as innocent as any one person could be. You spoke to him kindly, you brought him lemonade while he was working on his motorcycle and all he could think about was how pretty you’d look in his lap with his large hand on your tummy, feeling the bulge of his cock nestled nicely against your womb.

It was one of these days when you brought him lemonade and sat with him in his garage that he turned to you, hands covered in grease and oil. “You’re 21 now, right doll?” Logan grabbed a towel from out of the waist of his jeans and used that to clean off his hands before grabbing the small crystalline cup of fresh lemonade to sip on. It was almost as sweet as you, not nearly as pleasing to taste.

You sat on a small crate with your knees close to your chest. The toes of your sleek, black mary janes pointed to each other. “Yes sir.” He liked that about you, how respectfully you spoke to him. It reminded him of how much power he had over you, how many years, how much authority. Oh, he is far from a holy man.

“You had your first drink yet?”

You were a sweet, little thing, flustered at the mere suggestion of drinking alcohol. “Oh, no sir. I don’t drink. My father would never allow it.” You and your tender sensibilities. You and your innocent nature. Logan thought about how easy it would be to have his way with you. You wouldn’t fight, wouldn’t scream, wouldn’t so much as make a peep. You’d be too entranced by the way his fingers slide along your tongue and his length snuggle sits way into the walls of your unused cunt.

Logan hummed softly. “You wanna?” He watched the way your eyes shifted as you considered it, a world within your grasp if you just had the courage to reach for it. He’d give it to you, all of it, a universe of worldly pleasures. Why restrict yourself now to go to heaven when you can have heaven on Earth right here?

“I shouldn’t.” Your voice is slow and unsure. All you needed was a little push and you’d tip right over the edge into depravity. That’s the thing about little girls like you, you long for a touch of what’s beyond you but you’re always too scared to get it.

Logan stood up to his staggering height, all legs and muscular torso. “Come on, no one will know but me and you.” He offered a hand to you and after a moment of hesitation, you placed your hand in his large palm and let him pull you up to your feet and guide you into his house. It was a world you had never before seen, rustic and dark, smelling so strongly of Logan you thought you might faint.

He had a whole cabinet for his alcohol, bottles of scotch, whiskey, and bourbon. Logan grabbed a bottle out of the cabinet along with a whiskey glass for you to sip out of. He poured some out and you watched with utter fascination. The golden brown liquid long kept from you for fear you may lose your spot in Heaven. Worldly pleasures such as drinking doomed you to Hell.

“Come here, doll.” Logan coaxed you towards him with two fingers as he sat down on his couch, legs open just enough to offer you a comfortable seat on his thighs. You trembled like a newborn deer, scared of this strange, new world you’ve found yourself in. He brought you into his lap, his hands resting on your thigh as he pushed the glass of whiskey into your hand. “Go ahead and try it.”

You looked into the glass, golden brown sloshing around. It didn’t look so intimidating, like drinking Coca-Cola. But it didn’t taste like Coca-Cola when you lifted the glass to your lips and took a sip. It tasted bitter and burned your throat as it went down. “I don’t like it.” You pouted softly, turning to look over your shoulder at Logan. His fingers slowly began to gather the fabric of your skirt, pulling it up your thigh. “Just keep drinking, doll.”

You were a good girl. You did as told, entirely unaware of the way his fingers kept pulling at your skirt until it was entirely up your thigh. You felt his rough fingertips against your bare flesh and shivered as he traced figure 8s into your skin. “Mr. Howlett?”

“Shh, keep drinking.” Logan murmured as he felt up your thigh, closer and closer to your heated cunt. You writhed in his lap, simultaneously uncomfortable and aroused as you felt his rough fingers brush against the damp fabric of your cotton panties. The stuck to your pussy lips, wet and sensitive as he pressed his thumb to your clit through the fabric and began to rub. Logan took his free hand and pushed the cup back to your lips, tilting it to force you to drink.

Logan couldn’t help himself. You were here, splayed out before him for the taking. He’d be stupid not to take advantage of, take advantage of you. You didn't fight it, just as he had expected, like a good girl. “Spread your legs now.” He clicked his tongue and crooned into your ear.

Trembling, you shook your head. “I– I can't.” Your voice, all small and meek, only made his pants tighter. You could feel it, the bulge against your ass through his jeans. Or maybe that was the large buckle against his pelvis.

“Yeah you can. Open up, doll.” He shifted you slightly so that you were sitting on one of his thighs. He used his leg to part yours a bit further, skillfully. He’s had many girls in his lap, none as pretty as you.

Logan stroked your quivering cunt. “What a wet little girl you are. You been thinking about this, pretty girl?” He bounced you on his thigh and let you slide further into his fingers. A stifled whimper escaped you as you braced yourself against him. “Mr. Howlett– please.” You pleaded for your innocence, for your integrity. Most importantly, you begged for him not to expose your innermost thoughts. The sinful way you look at him, all muscle and hair and man.

Your fingers grasped at his wrist and forearm, nails digging into his skin. It wasn't like you were trying to move his hand, not like you could if you wanted you.

You gasped as he curled a finger into the side of your soaked panties and pulled them to the side. Your cheeks began to swell with the heat of embarrassment. Of course, you never expected to have any sexual experience before marriage so you hadn't shaved between your legs. Logan didn't mind at all it seemed, his finger dipped between your lovely lips and stroked in tender touches.

You squirmed in his lap, whimpering. “Mr. Howlett, I…I shouldn't. Please.” His thumb pressed on your puffy clit, pulsing with arousal, and you choked as the electrifying jolts of pleasure shooting through your body. You had ever been touched like this before, not even by yourself. Logan’s experienced fingers circled your leaking entrance, teasing at all the possibilities of pleasure.

“No one has to know, doll.” Grunted Logan. He felt the way your pussy fluttered, the whole thing aching with want. He eased a single finger into you, sighing out a sweet “Jesus” at the way your walls clamped down around him. You let out a squeal, back arching away from him, your nails sinking into his hairy forearm. Your entire body shivered. “Too big,” you murmured, “‘s too big.”

You were small, tight, and already complaining that a single finger was too much. How could he possibly fit his fat cock into your cunt? Logan was sure he'd tear you in half, his precious girl. “Relax, grab that bottle and drink some more, baby. It’ll help you loosen up.”

With a shaky hand, you reached out and grabbed the bottle off the table in front of you. You brought it to your lips and sipped at the liquid while Logan rubbed your hip with his free hand. “Good girl. I gonna keep going now.” You shook your head viciously. “No, no, no, ‘m not ready.”

He cared not for your concerns. Free hand pulling your legs apart, Logan curled pulled his finger from your gripping cunt before sliding it back in. You were all warm and soft on the inside, just like you were on the outside, even more so. You squeaked and squealed in his lap, his thumb attacking your clit in ferocious circles.

It’s a feeling you’ve never experienced before, being fucked with a single thick finger. You mewled, mind growing hazy as your hips rocked against your will. Logan knew you wouldn't be able to handle a second finger. He’d rupture your hymen and he wanted to save that honor for when he pushed himself into you and possessed you completely.

You were dripping down his knuckles. He fingered you so hard and fast, you nearly screamed as you thrashed in his lap. “Mmmh ah, ah… ngh.” Something wet trickled out of you and down Logan's hand, clear and dripping. A weak, little squirt, followed by a much larger one.

“I– I’m sorry, I didn't…” You panted out, whining. Logan cooed lowly in your ear. “Got myself a squirter.” He chuckled, a nice puddle on his leg and couch from your sweet show of pleasure. He curled his finger, messaging your soft walls in desperate search of that soft ridge where your g-spot lay.

When he found it, Logan smiled, chucking as you yelped and cried out, a rattling moan shivering up your spine. You tried to slow his hand, grasping and scratching at his arm. You fell back against his chest, legs splayed open while he took the time to abuse your pretty cunt. “You okay, doll?”

You whined vaguely, hazily, your body rolling then slumping, tensing then relaxing. “I– It feels weird.” Something was building within you. Something tight and breathtakingly beautiful. Tears pricked your eyes, wide and pretty, weeping with the brutality of your orgasm, pressing on the edge of unknown pleasures.

And it snapped like a rubber band. Everything that had been held back released all at once, ravishing your body to the point where there goes pointed in your Mary Jane's and your back arched. Shaking, you clawed at Logan's arm so hard you left bright red marks lining his flesh. “Mr. Howlett!”

“Shh, shh, don't want the neighbors to hear you, do you doll?” Logan slowed his hand, pulling his finger from your aching pussy. His entire hand dripped with your cum, sweet and creamy, some slick with your squirt. “Open up, little one.” He teased the tips of his fingers to your lips like he had that glass of whiskey. Coaxing your mouth open, Logan slipped his fingers between your lips and pressed his fingers to your tongue.

You tasted nice, sweet. Your body unmarred by the poison of excessive alcohol, smoking, or junk food. You were clean and pure, untouched by anyone but him. Logan loved it, knowing that he’s the first man to ever touch you. The knowledge was almost as good as an orgasm by itself. You were his, he possessed you. You were his before you were anyone else's.

When you stood, skirt falling back down to your knees, your legs trembled with the aftershock of your first orgasm. You let out a deep, shaky breath, trembling as you turned to look at Logan’s sitting figure. “M–M–Mr. Howlett.” It’s all you could manage to say to him, choking. You had been violated; your sacred temple desecrated.

And you liked it.

Logan hiked himself up to his feet from his couch and stood before you, towering. His hands on your hips, he pulled you in close to him. You braced yourself with your hands against his solid chest. Your cheeks were still wet with tears which Logan wiped away with the pads of his thumbs. “Why don’t you come back tomorrow, doll?”

You were such a good, obedient girl. You nodded slowly. “Yes sir.”

“Good girl.”

[personinthepalace]

Congrats on 100k signatures everyone! Let’s keep going :)

#SaveMyLadyJane

[halcyon-autumn]

Never in a million years would I have dreamed of Buddy Dawn and KALINA as a dynamic duo. He's going to drive her INSANE she's the most capable creature in the world and he's afraid of a motorcycle. She spent hundreds of yeras engineering the rise of the Nightmare King and he got killed by a girl in mary janes and a plaid skirt. Incredible. Brennan Lee Mulligan your mind

[kimberly-spirits13]

Dating Jason Todd General Headcannons

warnings: nothing graphic but there are a few bed preferences in there without being descriptive

He's a very veryyyy touchy person

There is not a time in your entire relationship where he doesn't have his hands on you somehow

he wants you to sit in his lap and be cuddled up against his chest, wants his hand on your thigh, pinkies linked, holding your hand, touching shoulders while standing close together, literally anything

He's a total big spoon almost always

He likes to engulf you and it makes him feel like you're safe

Also likes it when you use his chest or stomach as a pillow

"Don't you have a pillow to sleep on Y/N/N?" "yea, I'm using it doofus."

He likes to sleep on top of you and have you scratch his scalp or run your fingers through his hair

has him out like a light

Jason is a heavy sleeper so if you move around a lot, it won't bother him

That being said, it's hard to wake him up from a nightmare

sometimes you can't wake him up and have to let him ride it out and wake up on his own

He HATES waking up alone and will tightly wrap his arms and legs around you when he sleeps

He likes being able to do things separately but in the same room

maybe you're working on a case and he's reading Jane Austin or something

He really prefers a vigilante S/O because he knows they can take care of themselves

it's one less thing for him to worry about if you can roundhouse someone three times your size

He really thinks that it's hot when you get aggressive on patrol or missions

gets hot and bothered very easily

he's not one to say anything degrading while you two are in the sheets

he's more like a really sweet and attentive type that can also get aggressive but never mean

he's not into choking, sorry but no- you two have been choked to near death enough and he doesn't find anything attractive about it

He also isn't the type to immediately want to get it on the moment you're in shorts or have your shirt off or something

Like he'll tell you that you're fine as hell but he's not immediately a dog towards you unless you want to do anything

He's the kind of person that you can be very very comfortable around

Likes to ride his motorcycle with you since it's another chance for you two to be close

is a hype man and is the kind of person that you take shopping with you

He'll always be bias towards red though

I don't know that I'd say that Jason is the type of person that is sleeping around with everyone

I think that he's had a few relationships before (maybe like 2 or 3, 4 at most) but he's not going around the neighborhood

Is extremely protective and loyal

Like would not even think about doing ANYTHING that could hinder your trust towards him

He is the type to open your car doors and open the door into a building and order for you if you want and walk closest to the road

if scary dog privileges were a human

Jason is the sweetest little thing but he looks like he can snap anyone like a twig with his pinky

He likes being held

Please wrap this man in your arms for a few hours

that's ultimately all he wants

He doesn't have a boobs or butt preference and generally just loves everything about you

There's no being insecure in this house y'all

"What'd you say about yourself?" "Jason it's really not a big deal, I just don't like this scar from that sword fight a few years back." "You know what Y/N, no, uh uh, sit down and let me tell you something you literal angel"

goes on and on and on and on about how perfect you are

Sticks his head under your shirt

It's a common occurrence

ultimately, Jason just wants love

that's it, that's all the puppy wants

He really likes to cook for you since it's very domestic

He likes anything domestic, even cleaning the house or doing something mundane like the dishes

it makes him feel at home with you

he's the one that buys the candles in the house since I think he would secretly have really good taste in things like that

takes care of himself really well after he was resurrected in the Lazarus Pit

uses nice shampoo, conditioner, washes his face and moisturizes, shaves often, he's down to do face and hair masks with you at any point

[nelkcats]

Voice From Beyond

Danny was bored, really bored inside the Realms, he was supposed to stay there because facing the reality that his "world" was no longer safe, and all his friends were fighting for his safety was too much. But after he got past the paranoia he just couldn't find more things to do to distract himself from the thought.

He had already argued with Skulker, stolen Johnny's motorcycle and even participated in a concert with Ember but nothing improved his spirits. Curiously, it was during a visit to Technus that he found the solution to his problem. It turned out that the radios could broadcast around all the Realms, it was perfect!

The halfa started a radio program. It started out as a curious thing, where he recounted his experiences as a hybrid and the culture of the Realms. In some cases he had special guests to tell of their experiences and what they had done after their death (Jane Austen and Shakespeare looked excited to be able to talk about it!)

And so his program "voice from the afterlife" was born, where he gave various advice to the dead and not so dead; the only thing that Danny didn't notice was that he was not only transmitting in the Realms, but in many universes that picked up his radio signal by a lot of luck. The DC universe got caught up in the mysterious show when it aired. Some said it was impossible, others theorized that it was real, others thought it was just fiction.

But Jason knew it wasn't just fiction, he knew that somehow Danny was real, and had the answers he needed. Jason was determined to prove it, with a little magical help of course.

[sarastellasari]

guys I had a super weird dream abt RTC last night

it was basically normal RTC, but during ballad of Jane doe she was on a motorcycle?

and she hit Karnak and ended up accidentally sending the entire choir back to life?

I was in the audience and for some reason everyone was super upset because they changed the script or smth?

[verystrxxwberry]

What do you think each of the boys would like to receive as Christmas gifts?? Love your writing so much!

WHAT WOULD THE MCL, ML AND ELDARYA ROUTES WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: My candy love (all routes), eldarya (all routes), ml (all routes), small and individual headcanons. ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: First post of 2025! Happy New Year everyone. I didn’t really know which fandom you meant with this request, but I will include all of them!

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MY CANDY LOVE

Castiel: He insists in not needing anything (because whatever he needs he immediately buys it), but he might be very excited to get anything related with his guitar. The thing he’d be the most grateful about would be earplugs to protect his ears from the loud volumes of his concerts. He’ll be happy with cheaper things such as cozy blankets, new pajamas or even new slippers or shoes. 

Nathaniel: Whatever cat-related makes him as happy as a kid, even a gift for Snowy makes him feel excited. He doesn’t want you to spend much money on him and tiny things are enough. Even handmade things make his heart melt!

Lysander: He might like any gift that makes reference to some inner joke in between you. Handmade gifts are his favorite honestly, he loves ceramic mugs made by you!

Armin: Steam gift cards… any character figurine for his collection, any sweater related to a fandom he is in. He’s a freak, he is easier to gift.

Kentin: On the opposite to Nathaniel, something dog-related. A scarf or a coat might be good for his van trips to some colder places. Something more expensive he could get to enjoy is a smartbox to live a new experience with you, but he doesn’t want you to spend much money. Handmade chocolate cookies are also a great gift for him!!

Rayan: He adores being gifted books and even more if it’s a classic. He will never say no to reading Oscar Wilde, Edgar Allan Poe, Jane Austen, Stephen King or George Orwell. He is opened to other authors and other genres. He might also appreciate new formal clothes for his job or a handmade painting.

Hyun: Cute plushies are his thing, also cool jackets or coats. Warm and cozy socks to be home. Any vanilla scented candle for his bedroom might also work as a great gift. Skincare products are also a great option. He loves to get gifted stuff in boxes, everything together, so it is more exciting to see the amount of gifts he is going to open.

Priya: Candles! She doesn’t have a preference for any scent, as long as it can give a certain smell to her bedroom. She’d also be grateful to receive a new, medium lengthen notebook where she can write her thoughts. 

Devon: Massage card, man is stressed. He is such a romantic man and definitely would love to receive a handmade letter from you. Devon likes any tiny detail that comes from you, he doesn’t mind whether you invested money or not, which of course he prefers that you do not invest much.

Jason: There isn’t much this man needs other than genuine affection. Whatever he needs he also buys it almost immediately as he has got the sources to get them.  Yet new ties for his uniform are a thing he forgets most of the time. He prefers to get gifted unique things that no one else can have such as handmade stuff or experiences. But really, even something that doesn’t cost much money is good for him since it comes from you. Even if he finds something useless at first, he will find the way to make it useful.

Roy: He’s very easy to gift to because he likes absolutely everything. Something that involves an adventure, food, clothes, skincare, a fitness mat, products to take care of his hair… whatever is enough to make him excited.

Thomas: He makes you a list of gifts in case you need it. He might appreciate a new jacket to wear in his motorcycle, a gift card for one of the local yarn shops, motorcycle gloves, a steam gift card, a warm blanket for naps.

Amanda: A basket of candles, bath bombs and chocolates is perfect for her. She will be grateful with a basket of random teas as well.

ELDARYA

Ezarel: Sweets. Literally anything that is sweet af such as bonbons, cookies, honey, candies. He’d really like to receive ear warmers and a scarf.

Nevra: Your kisses and hugs are the best gifts for him! But if you wish to gift something material, probably a matching necklace (something elegant and not too colorful), the experience of having a romantic dinner with you is also a great gift for him.

Valkyon: A fancy cup for beer nights. A handmade letter, or simply your presence. He doesn’t want you to spend anything for him, and if you do, he hopes it is something for Floppy (a gift for her equals to a gift for him)

Leiftan: He’s gonna cry at any of your gifts, no matter if you bought it or you did it by yourself. He is going to drown in tears. Books, drawings, poems, crotchet figurines… he loves them.

Lance: Gloves for his freezing hands (so you don't freeze when he touches you), a good perfume, pajamas and a kiss :).

Mathieu: He is good with silly little stuff such as plushies, bracelets, necklaces or the dumbest shirts ever (he’s gonna go out with them without any shame). Cute cups, cute plates, anything to decorate his prosthetic leg.

MOONLIGHT LOVERS

Aaron: No matter if he loves his brown shirt too much, he lowkey needs a new one… so a brown sweater, shirt or jacket, it might be pretty useful. 

Beliath: Skincare products, a headband, haircare products because bro wants it to glow and be fancy. A bottle of red wine. Affection. Any sex-related stuff, even if it is in a joke, it might be a good gift as well.

Raphael: Books in braille! He knows how hard it is to find them, so it’s a great surprise for him to receive more. And even more if they are from your era, and he can get to know what kind of literature is made nowadays.

Vladimir: A bucket of candles and tea. Books, a bucket of flowers, a new cane that can be elegant or neutral. A letter made by hand, or even a poem. 

Ethan: Probably noise-cancelling earbuds for those times when there’s a storm. He’d be pretty glad to receive citrus soaps, a cool leather jacket. Or gift cards for clothing shops. 

Ivan: A gift card for Netflix, silly socks!! Or a silly blanket. Gift him food and he will be happy. Or bring him a nice cuddle session! That’s more than good for him.

Neil: He doesn’t follow the tradition of Christmas and won’t understand why is he receiving a gift. Still, he can never say no to some genuine and spontaneous thing coming from you, like you giving him some jewelry, some sweets or even gifting him a book you’d think he’d like. He appreciates handmade stuff but no need to be Christmas to give those gifts.

✰; remember to reblog and like to support my content, I hope you enjoyed it! Happy new year to everyone!

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

"Bullitt" (1968) was director Peter Yates' first American film. He was hired after Steve McQueen saw his 1967 U.K. feature "Robbery," with its extended car chase. Joseph E. Levine, whose Embassy Pictures had distributed "Robbery," did not like the film much, but Alan Trustman, who saw the picture the week he was writing the "Bullitt" chase scenes, insisted that McQueen, his Solar Productions partner Robert Relyea and producer Philip D'Antoni (none of whom had ever heard of Yates) see "Robbery" and consider Yates as director for "Bullitt."

Bullitt is notable for its extensive use of actual locations rather than studio sets, most notably the city of San Francisco, California, and its attention to procedural detail, from police evidence processing to emergency-room procedures. Yates' use of the new lightweight Arriflex cameras allowed for greater flexibility in location shooting.

At the time of the film's release, the exciting car chase scenes featuring McQueen at the wheel in all driver-visual scenes generated prodigious excitement. Film critic Leonard Maltin has called it a "now-classic car chase, one of the screen's all-time best." Fellow critic Emanuel Levy wrote in 2003, "'Bullitt' contains one of the most exciting car chases in film history, a sequence that revolutionized Hollywood's standards."

Drivers' point-of-view shots were used to give the audience a participants' feel of the chase. Filming took three weeks, resulting in 9 minutes 42 seconds of pursuit. McQueen, a world-class racecar driver at the time, drove in the close-up scenes, while stunt coordinator Carey Loftin, stuntman and motorcycle racer Bud Ekins, and McQueen's usual stunt driver, Loren Janes, drove for the high-speed parts of the chase and performed other dangerous stunts.

Billy Fraker, the cinematographer for the film, attributed the success of the chase sequence primarily to the work of the editor, Frank P. Keller.

The editing of the scene was not without difficulties. Noted editor Ralph Rosenblum wrote in 1979, "Those who care about such things may know that during the filming of the climactic chase scene in 'Bullitt,' an out-of-control car filled with dummies tripped a wire which prematurely sent a costly set up in flames, and that editor Frank Keller salvaged the near-catastrophe with a clever and unusual juxtaposition of images that made the explosion appear to go off on time." (Wikipedia)

[ad0rechuu]

ᝰ MY OH MY. ━━ (028) makeup

WORD COUNT. 2062

WARNINGS. cursing, alcohol/being drunk, anxiety, cheating, insecurities (not really but the topic is wrongfully mentioned), sunwoo’s jacket is very oversized on him as well

credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <3

YOU COULD HEAR THE POUNDING MUSIC AND SEE THE FLASHING LIGHTS FROM OUTSIDE THE FRATERNITY.

It reminded you of the last time you were there. As you stepped out of Hyunjae’s car, shivers ran down your spine at the memory of anxiety and heartache.

Juyeon made his way out of the backseat at the same time and noticed your stiff posture. Your hands shook when you closed the door of the passenger seat, fiddling with your hands.

“Hey, it’s gonna be alright. Just focus on having fun tonight okay? You deserve to let go, and we can leave whenever you want.”

He smiled as he grabbed one of your well manicured hands. Hyunjae, who was now on your other side, squeezed your leather clad shoulder in support.

You nodded and they let go, the three of you finally making your way towards the festive noise.

It wasn’t long before you reached the large doorstep at the end of the driveway. A figure you would recognize even in the dark was leaning against the wall next to the open entrance, staring down at something in his hand.

“Sunni!” You yelled, sprinting towards your best friend as fast as you could on your Mary Jane heels.

Sunwoo looked up, putting whatever he was looking at in his pocket and smiling brightly at your excited demeanor.

He met you halfway, your hands interlocking immediately when you two reach each other, like it was second nature at that point.

Sunwoo used your grip on his hands as leverage to pull you even further towards him and brought his own face close to your own, seemingly inspecting something on your features. The action, unbeknownst to him, had butterflies gathering in your stomach.

One hand pulled away from yours and reconnected softly with your chin as he moved your head, still looking immensely intrigued.

“Your makeup! Is this a new look or something? Woah, it looks so intricate and pretty… you just look so pretty.

“And is that my jacket?” He continued as he looked down at your whole outfit. He was right too. You were, indeed, wearing his oversized black motorcycle jacket over a white blouse that cropped just above your bellybutton and a black miniskirt, completed by matching duo colored leg warmers. “It looks better on you.”

With those two sentences, the already restless butterflies exploded in your stomach. The way he noticed all the minuscule details about you and appreciated them so earnestly only confirmed your feelings once again.

You looked down at the rings on his fingers, knowing you’d get too flustered to speak if you faced him.

“Yeah, it’s yours. Thank you for noticing all of this. The makeup took a long-ass time. But now, it’s definitely worth it.” You nodded, donning a smile that made Sunwoo want to melt in a puddle right there and then.

“…Mine, huh?” He whispered softly, a blush tinting his cheeks.

For a moment— for one or two seconds as you met his sparkling brown eyes again, it felt like time stopped; the shitty music slowed and it felt like you two were the only two people in the universe.

“Yeah, yeah! Everyone looks great and you two should kiss already. Can we go inside now?”

A piercing voice reminded you that you weren’t. Chanhee, Kevin, Jacob, and Chaewon had joined Juyeon and Hyunjae in waiting for you two to finish your little moment.

Sunwoo coughed awkwardly.

“Right! Hak and Eric are already in there, by the way.” He nodded towards the bustling party as the open door gave you all an optimal view of Eric dancing on top of the table. Haknyeon threw candy at him like it was money at a strip club as a small crowd around them cheered.

The whole group laughed and headed inside, unbeknownst to Sunwoo and you sending each other knowing looks.

THROUGHOUT THE DURATION of you and your friends having fun, Sunwoo’s hand had slipped from your grasp and made its way to the small of your back. Even sneaking underneath your shirt when you two walked from the dance floor laughing.

Both of you were already starting to get tipsy, and so were on your way to rehydrate after Sangyeon’s (who arrived a little after you with Younghoon and Changmin) stern lecture about drinking responsibly.

You helped yourself to two bottles of water out of the fridge, handing one over to Sunwoo. You both chugged down a big amount, laughing again at nothing in particular when you faced one another

Suddenly, Sunwoo’s laughing stopped. He seemed to freeze, looking at something over your shoulder.

Out of curiosity of what could possibly have shocked your best friend to the point of looking like someone caused his heart to break, you turned towards it.

After searching for a while, your eyes found it— your very own boyfriend making out with a random pretty girl without a care in the world for who saw it.

You knew he wasn’t faithful to you but seeing it in person made your heart drop nonetheless.

A tall person abruptly blocked your view of the drunken affair happening in front of you. When you looked up at who could possibly feel the need to interrupt right now, you were met with an apologetic look.

Soobin had a hand in his hair, looking pained at your shaken expression. He sighed before speaking.

“Listen, Yn, I—”

Your attention was taken away from the tall guy in front of you when saw your boyfriend coming your way. You didn’t know if he noticed that he had been caught or if that blissfully unaware look on his face was for real. You felt Sunwoo’s hand against your shoulder and cut Soobin off before he could even begin his sentence.

“I can’t do this right now. Have a good rest of your night, Soobin.” With that, you quickly followed Sunwoo, who made a path through the crowd for you to help you outside.

Outside, you found the younger trio of Yeonjun's friend group. Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Kai made motions to greet you, but their attempts didn’t go through, as they saw your current state as well as their eldest friend hurriedly approaching you.

Somehow, your friends had noticed that there was something wrong. The large group piled outside along with Soobin, only just following behind Yeonjun.

No one dared to breathe a word until he broke the silence himself, walking up to you with that innocent smile on his pretty face.

“Baby! I didn’t know you were coming. You really should’ve told me.”

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes as you dodged his attempt to hug you.

Question marks were apparent with his countenance. He stared at you for a second, seemingly deep in thought. Tired and ready to leave, you turned around. But before you could actually get moving, he grabbed your wrist, taking a step closer to you.

“You look so beautiful. But you know that you don’t you don’t have to wear all that makeup to impress me, right? I told you. You don’t have to be insecure. You look prettier without all that stuff.”

Despite everything that he has ever done to you; all the disappointment and all the sadness he caused, this was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

You turned back to face him, utterly dumbfounded save for your brewing rage. You pulled your arm out of his grasp and took a step back, putting some distance between you two.

“You know, even with the two bets and the cheating out in the open, I wanted to do this tomorrow in private. Not in front of your friends or anyone for the sake of the little dignity you have left.” You chuckled. But there was no lightheartedness found behind your eyes, and he was too far gone to get the hint. “But how dare you critique my makeup or speak on anything regarding me, you absolute loser!”

You heard some of the friends around you gasp at your words. So did Yeonjun, his mouth slightly fell open.

“Loser? Wait.. Bets? You— you knew?” He stammered.

“Of course I did. Do you think I would willingly stay with you after all the countless cheating because I liked you so bad? I only stayed because I wanted revenge so you wouldn’t hurt another person like this. But I realized that type of hope is wasted on you, Yeonjun.”

The venom with which you spoke his name burned something very, very deep inside, in a way it never did before. You poked his chest with your sharp acrylic nail every time you annunciated a word, driving the point through even deeper. He placed a hand on his chest, mirroring your dumbfounded expression from earlier.

You poked his hand covering his chest on more time, looking straight into his eyes.

“We’re done. We should’ve never been a thing. But we were done the moment you agreed to the second bet.”

With that, you took a large step towards Sunwoo, who smiled proudly at you. You grinned back.

You heard twelve pairs of footsteps getting ready to follow you but you held up a hand, effectively stopping their movement.

“You guys should stay here and have a good time. This isn’t a break up I need to be comforted over, but one to celebrate.”

You heard reluctant agreements when they noticed that your eyes never left Sunwoo’s and your smiling expression never left your face. They knew with Sunwoo you would be in good hands.

The dark-haired boy looked down, opening his hand up to you.

You didn’t hesitate to grab it.

Without looking back, you two walked away from a stunned Yeonjun and his four equally stunned friends as your own friends went back inside, relief flooding them.

YOU TWO ENDED up under the bright, fluorescent lights at a nearby bus stop, waiting for the last bus of the night.

Both of you came to the party with rides and had too much alcohol in your systems (despite each downing a bottle of water) to even attempt to drive home safely.

So there you were, sitting next to each other on a small bench, so close and squished together that your arms and thighs touched the other's. It was comfortable, like it was supposed to be this way.

Sunwoo looked at you as you leaned your head on his shoulder, your previously perfect makeup slightly smudged and a single tear ran down your cheek. But a relieved smile rested on your face as you blindly connected your pinkies. He couldn’t help but wish that he could go back in time and tell past-him to realized how much he loved you at least a year earlier so that jerk you could now finally call your ex didn’t make you waste your precious tears on him.

His blood boiled thinking about the fact that someone like a Yeonjun even dared to hurt someone so sweet (like a berry.. his berry).

Sunwoo looked up to the moon, silently swearing to spend the rest of his life trying his absolutely hardest to make you happy, even if you didn’t love him back the way he loved you.

You felt his shoulders tense underneath you, making you untangle your pinkies and instead intertwine your fingers together. You opened your eyes to see his tense face.

He swallowed nervously, reaching into his pocket to fish something out.

“Hey, Yn, give me your arm.” He pointed with his fist to your free arm.

You did so, no questions asked.

Gently he grabbed it (the same arm Yeonjun pulled before, he noticed), finally unveiling what he was hiding before. It was a bracelet, one identical to the one he was wearing.

Sunwoo slid the bracelet around your wrist and tied it firmly there, a mirror to his.

When he looked back at you and brought his free hand to cup your cheek, caressing it softly with his thumb, he had to fight to urge to kiss that big smile off your face and hopefully replace it with an even bigger one.

“I’m proud of you, Yn.”

“Yeah?” You asked. Sunwoo nodded, making you hum, pleased with his words.

Smiling down at the pretty bracelet, you chuckled to yourself. “You know what?

“I’m so relieved. This— ..You are so much better than any possible revenge, Woo woo.”

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