#Motocross Training

[againwiththeturtles]

laughing at the idea of fiddleford and alrick being penpals in the 80s thru some kind of coding enthusiast org. 2 doomed guys who have wildly different problems.

imagine how a letter would go between them when things start getting weird: "dear fiddleford, i'm sorry to hear you'll be pausing your work on personal computers. i'd been looking forward to becoming your first customer. (and doing my work at the park!) your college friend sounds a little unstable to be honest, but i trust your judgment, ignore me lol. anyway things are going amazingly with my wife who i love so much. we've decided to pick up motocross racing! signing off, alrick"

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The Shadora Horde - 2023!

Here are all the ShadowXAurora kids I've made (so far hahaha!). As I always mention, I'm always open to Shadora fankids that you guys make. I can never have too many Shadora babies. I made changes to the original 5 so they're now closer in age and I also balanced out their powers more. Some of them were a little OP originally but I think I've fixed it. I have super detailed descriptions of each character below the cut!

PIPER

Birthday: 11/12 (1st Born)

Age: 16

Role: Leader

Powers: Combustion, Weapon Summoning

Weaknesses: Disorder

Dream Voice Actor: Brittany Snow

Theme Song: “Smile” - Wolf Alice

Piper is the first born in the first litter of Aurora and Shadow and is the natural leader of the group. She is generally sweet and respectful but is very proud of her pedigree so can be a little judgemental at times. She is a perfectionist to a fault and will become easily aggravated if things don’t go her way. Though she can be cocky, she is overall a caring and loving person and is quick to help those in need. Piper has naturally wild bangs and a large patch of fluffy fur on her chest. These traits drive her crazy! She always has her bangs pinned down to the side and her chest fur covered up. In her teen years she takes up motorcycle riding and it helps loosen her up and embrace her more wild side. 

Piper is capable of harnessing the power of the Chaos Emeralds to perform Chaos Blast and Chaos Control. Without the need for Chaos Emeralds, Piper has combustion powers. Piper can incinerate objects with a snap of her fingers. She has excellent mastery and precision of this skill. She was given the task to train Cinder to control his combustion powers, but the two tend to get frustrated with each other since control comes so naturally to Piper and it’s incredibly foreign to Cinder.

Piper is naturally drawn to Amy’s hammer wielding abilities and grows up admiring it. Though she isn’t allowed to use the Piko Piko Hammer, Amy trains her in good hammer-form with the use of props. IF Mammy Amy ever decides to retire, she will bequeath her hammer to Piper. The hammer’s design will change based on Piper’s personality.

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ZANE

Birthday: 11/12 (2nd Born)

Age: 16

Powers: Super Speed

Weaknesses: Arachnophobia 

Dream Voice Actor: Robert Buckley

Theme Song: “We Are Young” - 3OH!3

Zane is the second born in the first litter of Aurora and Shadow. Zane is a daredevil and an extreme extrovert. He is most like his Pawpaw Sonic with his quick wit and high energy. He does not like emotional confrontations and will go out of his way to avoid uncomfortable situations. Even though he’s mostly easygoing, he butts heads with his dad a lot. 

Zane is a huge flirt and frequently develops intense crushes on people, but due to his short attention span, he’ll move on quickly (think Romeo with Rosaline). Zane is very fond of children and enjoys being the center of attention. Even though Piper is the leader of the group, the younger siblings tend to follow whatever Zane is doing. Lucky for Piper, he mostly listens to what she says.

Zane is capable of harnessing the power of the Chaos Emeralds to perform Chaos Control. Without the need for Chaos Emeralds, Zane has super speed. He wears special shoes that can transform based on his needs, but he prefers the motocross boot style when he’s not running.

For hobbies, Zane likes to do extreme stunts and attend/throw parties. He has dreams of being a DJ with his brother Nova. 

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NOVA

Birthday: 11/12 (3rd Born)

Age: 16

Powers: Plasma (Ionikinetic Combat)

Weaknesses: Laziness

Dream Voice Actor: Josh Keaton

Theme Song: “Weirdo” - K.Flay

Nova is the third born in the first litter of Aurora and Shadow. He is very peaceful in nature and would rather find roundabout ways to solve problems than coming to blows (though he attributes this to knowing he would cream his opponent due to this strong bloodline). He’s a bit of an oddball but he embraces his quirkiness instead of being concerned about how others think of him. He often comes off as aloof and is rather lazy.

Nova is capable of harnessing the power of the Chaos Emeralds to perform Chaos Control. Without the need for Chaos Emeralds, Nova has plasma/Ionikenetic powers. He can shoot radioactive plasma at his enemies which can burn or dissolve material on impact. Nova does not like using his powers because they are so destructive. 

Nova is very close with his brother Zane and will go along with his schemes, even if his heart’s not entirely in it. He is artistic and tends to live a very messy, disheveled lifestyle. He loves to collect things and can be considered a packrat. 

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ASTER

Birthday: 4/8 (4th born)

Age: 15

Powers: Telekinesis, Telepathy

Weaknesses: Codependency 

Dream Voice Actor: SungWon Cho [x]

Theme Song: “Despair and Traffic” - SOFT PLAY

Aster is the first born in the second litter of Aurora and Shadow. Though he seems rough on the surface, he’s actually the most academically intelligent of all his siblings. He is loud and passive aggressive but can appreciate the beauty in peace and quiet when he chooses. He is very theatrical and enjoys making a huge spectacle out of his battles, including saying poetic catchphrases and even coining the term “Prepare for the Blitz-Aster Disaster!” He is secretly a romantic at heart.

Aster is rarely seen without his sister Blitz. He is the brain to her brawn. Though he’s the more level-headed twin, Blitz’s dominant personality tends to direct their fighting strategies. He does not know how to be independent, which can be used against him.

Aster is capable of harnessing the power of the Chaos Emeralds to perform Chaos Control. Without the need for Chaos Emeralds, Aster shows early signs of telekinetic and telepathic abilities. He hasn’t mastered many techniques yet, but with some proper training it’s possible he could become a force to be reckoned with. If only Blitz would shut up for 5 minutes so he could concentrate!

Aster enjoys challenging mind games, like chess. 

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BLITZ

Birthday: 4/8 (5th born)

Age: 15

Powers: Energy Blasts (“Chaos Spear”)

Weaknesses: Codependency, Impulsivity

Dream Voice Actor: Jessica DiCicco [x] [x] OR Chloë Grace Moretz [x]

Theme Song: “God Complex (Mojo)” - poutyface

Blitz is the second born in the second litter of Aurora and Shadow. Blitz is brash and forward but can be a little spacey. She has a short attention span and is easily bored. She considers fighting as a form of playing. She is very proud of herself and her heritage and isn’t afraid to namedrop to get her way. 

Blitz is rarely seen without her brother Aster. She is the brawn to his brain. Blitz’s dominant personality tends to direct their fighting strategies despite her brother’s concerns. She is very theatrical and enjoys making a huge spectacle out of her battles, including saying poetic catchphrases and even coining the term “Prepare for the Blitz-Aster Disaster!” She is very codependent and hates doing anything without Aster.

Blitz is capable of harnessing the power of the Chaos Emeralds to perform Chaos Control. Without the need for Chaos Emeralds, Blitz has the natural ability to perform Chaos Spear which can dagger her enemies with energy.

Blitz loves fashion and is a huge trendsetter. She would love to be a fashion designer if world domination doesn’t work out (She’s just kidding – relax already!)

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Cinder

Birthday: 2/18 (6th born)

Age: 14

Powers: Combustion, Stellar Tantrum

Weaknesses: Migraines, Short Temper

Dream Voice Actor: Michael Daingerfield [x] [x]

Theme Song: “Tantrum” - Ashnikko

Cinder is the first born in the third litter of Aurora and Shadow. He has a very short temper and is incredibly impatient. He is the most like his father in that he is not very talkative and would rather be left alone than socialize with others. His outbursts of rage can often be used to his enemies’ advantage by being misdirected to his siblings and teammates. He is also terrified of himself, which makes him constantly on edge. 

Cinder is NOT capable of using Chaos Emeralds and instead has to rely on his natural abilities. Cinder has combustion powers, but unlike his sister Piper, his powers are based solely on his emotions so he has a very hard time commanding the direction and radius of his blasts. Piper was tasked with training Cinder to better manage his combustion powers, but the two tend to get frustrated with each other since control comes so naturally to Piper and it’s incredibly foreign to Cinder. When Cinder goes into a blinding rage, his fur and eyes change color and sparks of energy will fire off randomly around him. When in this form, he can perform a move called “Stellar Tantrum.” This move is highly destructive and will incinerate any and all objects nearby. He has absolutely no control over this power once it’s unleashed.

As a child, Cinder was more outgoing but still prone to crying outbursts. However, during one particular fight with his sister Diamond, he accidentally unleashed a Stellar Tantrum and severely burned her. Luckily Boon was able to use his healing powers to reverse it, but Cinder has never forgiven himself and has never been the same ever since. Cinder requested a special Inhibitor necklace be made to help dampen his powers, but it’s not very effective. It works more as a placebo than anything else. He keeps everyone at a distance whenever possible and thinks there’s something evil in him, despite his parents’ reassurances. 

Cinder doesn’t like to discuss his hobbies, but he actually loves baking and reading books.

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DIAMOND

Birthday: 2/18 (7th Born)

Age: 14

Role: Tank

Powers: Brute Strength

Weaknesses: Poor eyesight, Light sensitivity

Dream Voice Actor: Kimberly Brooks [x] [x] [x]

Theme Song: “Cleopatra” - Nova Twins

Diamond is the second born in the third litter of Aurora and Shadow. She has a sweet disposition and is very polite, even to her opponents. However, she can be a smart ass at times and is quick to make jokes. She is highly dedicated to physical training but outside of the gym she’s very easy-going. Diamond was born with Oculocutaneous albinism. Due to her albinism and nystagmus, she is sensitive to light and has very poor eyesight. As a baby and toddler, Diamond mostly clung to Aurora whenever outdoors as she could bend the light around Diamond and protect her from UV rays. As Diamond got older and grew more independent, Tails’ Workshop crafted a special brooch that acts as a light shield when activated. Diamond never leaves home without it.

Diamond is NOT capable of using Chaos Emeralds and instead has to rely on her natural abilities. She has incredible strength and is physically the strongest of all her relatives. 

As a child, she and her brother Cinder got into a fight where he accidentally unleashed a Stellar Tantrum and severely burned her. Luckily Boon was able to use his healing powers to reverse it. She has completely forgiven Cinder and has never held it against him, but he continues to be distant with her to this day.

She enjoys training in the Shadora Home Gym to better perfect her fighting skills and she is almost always found sporting earbuds so she can listen to her favorite punk rock and metal bands.

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Boon

Birthday: 2/18 (8th Born)

Age: 14

Role: Support

Powers: Healing, Mood-Boosting

Weaknesses: People-pleasing

Dream Voice Actor: Ben Schwartz [x] ← Please watch this whole interview, it will leave you grinning ear-to-ear the whole way through

Theme Song: “Smile” - Dami Im

Boon is the third born in the third litter of Aurora and Shadow. Boon is the embodiment of a ray of sunshine and has 10000% charisma. He genuinely loves everyone he meets and enjoys putting smiles on people’s faces. Boon is very silly and has a very childish sense of humor. He also has a lot of energy and has a habit of rambling without realizing it.

Boon is NOT capable of using Chaos Emeralds and instead has to rely on his natural abilities. He has incredible healing abilities and can heal the wounded, but it takes a lot of energy from him so can only do so much at a time. He cannot revive the dead. Boon also has a “mood-boosting” ability, where he can positively affect the emotions of others. This can only be done by making direct contact with someone and the effect only lasts temporarily. Boon’s powers positively affected Aurora’s pregnancy, making her third litter the easiest and stress free of all her pregnancies (Thank you, Boon!)

Boon wears special rocket boots so he can quickly fly to anyone in battle who needs assistance. His boots have a button on the heel to activate them, and he likes to click his heels together to turn them on. Though he never complains about his duties, Aurora often worries about Boon’s need to please others and reminds him that he can’t help others if he doesn’t help himself. Aurora and Boon are the most alike of all her children as both are prone to singing outbursts, goofy jokes and harmless pranks to make people laugh.

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All Shadora kids are mortal and did not inherit Shadow’s immortality. However, they do heal faster than the average Mobian.

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Want to get more of a feel for the Shadora kids? I've made a Spotify playlist dedicate to their theme songs, songs that make me think of them, or general music they would listen to. You can listen to it here, but be warned it contains explicit songs.

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A NOTE ABOUT SHADOW’S “AGE”

Shadow is immortal so therefore he doesn’t age. However it’s been long debated in my Shadora stories whether or not he will give up his immortality to live a normal life with his family. I have him in these drawings as still being immortal, especially because I like the angst and challenges that comes with (ex: how are your rebellious teenagers supposed to respect you when they are seemingly “older” than you?) but I haven’t actually decided when he will decide to be mortal. 

BUT if you ever draw me fanart or write me fanfics and you want to have become mortal at an earlier point in his life I’m totally cool with that! I’m flexible.

[strwberri-milk]

Last Friday Night

Motocross!Sylus x Reader || First Meeting || 1 065 words

The warmth from the pyrotechnics fight against the scorching heat of the sun for your attention, your complexion slightly more flush than usual as you watch the show. You didn’t really know why you found yourself so drawn by the bikes, loud revving paired with cheering from the audience you got swept into as your eyes followed their path back and forth.

Somehow you were lucky enough to be pushed to the front, the rider’s path short but still used effectively as you watch them flip and turn smoothly in the air. One of the riders – you think they called him Mephisto – stands out the most to you. His jumps seem the riskiest, almost fully letting go of his bike or even landing on the other side of the track backwards to come down the ramp without even looking. Your heart flutters with adrenaline, unable to take your eyes off of him.

The biker’s circuit takes them right up to the railing you’re pressed against. Some of them wave or high five the other audience members as they ride past, giving a bit of fanservice before going to complete their next jump. You don’t pay them any mind, eyes trained on the ramps when suddenly one of the bikers stops right in front of you. The others around you nudge you for your attention, laughing a little when you yelp in surprise at the stranger in front of you.

He doesn’t say anything but you get the sense he’s staring right at you through the tinted visor of his helmet. Warmth begins to spread through your body again but you’re not sure this time if it’s from the summer heat or the fact that his palm is open to you.

Hesitantly, you reach out to put your palm on his fully intending to just shake his hand but when he turns his hand to rest yours on his, you immediately know what he wants. You watch with wide eyes as your fingers instinctively curl around his, allowing him to press them against his visor quickly right where his lips would be before he rides away with a slight wave of his fingers. You hear the screaming from around you, everyone else seemingly more excited than you are about the encounter.

“Oh, thank you,” you say quietly, smiling shyly at the rider.

Despite the noise around the two of you he hears you. You think you can see past the tint of the visor slightly, a smirk resting on rugged features as he finally departs to end the performance.

The show comes to an end and a quick look at your phone reminds you that you need to head home soon. Much to your dismay, you end up needing to walk further away from the carnival to avoid paying the jacked-up prices because of the event, already exhausted from the day. The walk is peaceful at least, albeit exhausting from your long day. You enjoy the chatter of the nightlife, thankfully not alone as many others had decided to do the same as yourself.

You huff to yourself, lamenting the fact that you’re alone this evening. Nobody you invited could make it out tonight for a multitude of reasons and you couldn’t make it to the days they were free and absolutely refused to miss out on the festivities. You ignore the fact that everyone around you looks like they’re having fun with their friends and partners, keeping your eyes firmly focused straight ahead as you march down the street. 

A loud bike sounds from behind you and despite knowing that the sound is coming from the road and definitely will not run you over but you sidestep anyway. You walk a little faster, hoping to outpace the bike in case it spits another loud noise, not wanting to look too jumpy this late at night. 

The engine cuts out behind you and you heave a sigh of relief, walking a little more relaxed for just half a second when someone clears their throat from behind you. Despite your better judgment you decide to give them your attention, turning around to meet an intensely scarlet gaze. Your breath catches in your throat, trying not to seem too distracted by the handsome stranger standing in front of you. 

“Well, it seems we meet again kitten,” he practically purrs at you, velvet voice warming the slight chill of your skin as he takes a slow step towards you. 

“Again? What do you mean?” you manage to say, trying not to show him how affected you are by his presence. 

Your eyes happen to dart down to his gloves, widening slightly. 

“You - you’re the rider! Mephisto?” 

“The one and only,” he smirks, offering his hand to you once again. 

“I’m glad I found you again. I was beginning to worry you’d only be a fleeting memory.” 

You give him your hand again without thinking, letting him gently rest his lips against your knuckles. The soft brush of his lips against your skin without the helmet in the way makes your body light up, trying not to look too awestruck when he straightens back up.

“You can call me Sylus. Mephisto is just a stage name. I’ll be staying here for a few weeks past the festival. If you’re in the area why don’t you give me a call?” 

He offers you a business card from the pocket of his leather jacket, silently urging you to take it. You turn over the thin cardstock in your hand and admire how sleek and elegant it is. The resemblance is uncanny to the man in front of you. 

“I wouldn’t want to bother you. You must be busy,” you say after considering his offer, still tucking it into a pocket for safekeeping. 

“Now kitten, don’t think of it as bothering me. You’d be keeping me company.” 

As if the pet name wasn’t enough to make you crack he has the audacity to lean into you more, crowding you against the wall of a building you didn’t notice nearing your back. 

“Think about it a little.” 

Your breaths intermingle for a second before he finally steps back, waving a farewell to you as he mounts his bike. You watch him drive away, trying to catch your breath. 

If fate put him in your path you don’t think you have the strength to resist. 

[itsthestutterforme]

Just Try (A Johnny Storm Drabble)

Summary: You and Sue grew up together and Johnny has always been on the sidelines in your mind. Until one day, he gives you a hypothetical.

Notes: GIF is not mine, this is not a beta’d read, mentions of Ari Levinson, allusions to sex

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“Johnny’s been in his head a lot lately. Have you noticed?” Sue questions, applying her mascara in the vanity mirror next to you while you brushed your lash extensions with a spoolie.

“I mean, he has been more quiet than usual. But I didn’t think much of it. What could Johnny possibly think so hard about?”

“Do you think he’s talking to someone?” You stopped brushing your lashes and looked at her. “Are we talking about the same Johnny Storm?”

She nudges your side with her hip, causing the two of you to chuckle.

“Can you at least try to talk to him? He talks to you more than he does with me.” You leaned against the vanity table and took the mascara wand out of her hand.

“Hey, none of that. There is no sad talk allowed on your birthday.” “I’m not sad. I just.. I know I’m hard on him, but that’s because I want what’s best for him. And now he doesn’t trust me.”

“Of course he trusts you, Sue. You’re his big sister. He just doesn’t want to disappoint you.”

“And I said enough of that,” you set the mascara on the table and pulled her to her feet. “You’ve been playing big sister all day. Now it’s time to let loose and shake some ass.”

A knock on the door brings your attention from the mirror. Johnny leans his body against the door, giving you a quick once over.

He wore a simple black t-shirt and some jeans. But he felt a little underdressed once he saw what you and Sue were wearing.

“The limo’s here,” he states. He spun on his heel to wait by the front door when you called his name.

“How does she look?” You motioned to Sue but his eyes was trained on you.

“Beautiful- she looks beautiful. You better not bring anybody home.” He says, finally shifting his glance from you to Sue.

“As if. That’s something I should be saying to the two of you,” Sue snorts, pushing past him with her coat and purse in hand.

“Hey, I haven’t brought a guy home in a while.” You called after her. Johnny’s gaze fell to the floor at your words.

“Yeah, yeah.” She calls back. You spared yourself one last look in the mirror when you noticed Johnny meeting your gaze through the mirror.

“Everything okay?” You ask slowly, hugging your trench coat close to your chest. You had closed the gap between you.

Despite the fact you were wearing heels, you still had to lean back a little to look him in his eyes.

The scent of your perfume eased his nerves but your gaze combated that eased feeling, making his heart stutter in his chest.

“Johnny?” “Uh, yeah- yes, I’m fine.” “Are you sure?“ he opens his mouth to say something when Sue reenters the room.

“You guys ready?” Sue asks. “Yep, ready when you are.” You answer with a smile. You and Johnny follow Sue to the front door and took the elevator down to the lobby.

His eyes were glued to his phone the entire limo ride to the club, despite the music and Sue opening all of the windows and climbing through the sun roof to shout after a couple shots of tequila. A few people walking on the street wished her a happy birthday.

You had closed your eyes, relishing how the wind kissed your cheeks and smoothed over your silk pressed hair.

The music drowned out and it was just you and the wind. Johnny notices your silence and lifts his gaze to you. Time slowed when he watches your features relax, your head leaning further out the window.

Every night he thinks of what life would be like if he was with you. Not just with you in bed but with you. Loving you.

Things he never gave the time of day was now flooding his mind every chance it gets. Truth was, the thoughts were always there.

He suppressed them.

He turned his attention towards motocross and being a womanizer. But none of that stopped him of seeing you smiling when he would close his eyes at night.

He hasn’t been on his A game in months. He complete disappeared from the media. No instagram posts. No interviews. No special appearances. Nothing.

He felt like a love sick puppy.

He could tell by how limp your neck was that you were falling asleep. He hesitantly reached over the seat and touched your knee, refusing to acknowledge your dress was riding up your thighs.

Your eyes slowly peeled open at the touch, meeting Johnny’s concerned gaze.

“You okay?” He asks. “Oh God. Did I fall asleep?” You sat up straight at the realization. “You did.”

“Please tell me she didn’t notice,” the two of you looked to Sue shouting something about an apartment key through the sunroof. Mostly likely something about Reed.

Then she mumbled something about fuck men, which was definitely about Reed.

“I doubt it,” Johnny states, making the two of you chuckle. “Doesn’t take much to get her drunk, huh?”

“No, I guess not.” You met his gaze again, the warmth of his hand remained on your skin. There that feeling was again, a thrumming under your skin at the connection.

What was happening right now?

“We’re here!” Sue squeals, dropping back down into the limo.

Johnny hand pulls away from you and you cleared your throat, adjusting your dress as Sue opens the car door.

Johnny gets out first to help you and Sue out of the car.

You made an effort to avoid eye contact with Johnny throughout the night. You don’t know what is going on but it’ll stop if you ignore it long enough. Right?

Johnny watches as a man weeds his way through the crowd to where you and Sue were dancing.

He smooths a hand over your waist and you looked over your shoulder at him. He flashed you an award winning smile that immediately made you weak in the knees.

“I’m Ari,” he says into your ear, smiling when you said your name in return.

Johnny’s jaw clenched at the sight, taking a long swig of his beer. Ari drapes his arms over your shoulders, his hips rolling against your backside as he whispers something in your ear to make you laugh.

Why were you laughing with him? He doesn’t know you, Johnny thought to himself.

“Hey Johnny,” a woman greets, sliding into the space next to him. “You here with someone?” She asks, sliding her hands up his clothed chest.

Johnny looked to see if you noticed her touching him, only to see your eyes closed as Ari kissed the side of your neck.

“Fuck it,” Johnny says allowed, cupping the blonde woman’s cheeks before kissing her.

“Gross, get a room you two!” Sue shouted at you and Ari over the music. “And leave you? No way!”

“I’m sure Johnny will take me home.” Sue mediates. The two of you looked over to Johnny who had his tongue down some blonde’s throat.

“Looks like that’s not happening. Let me take you home.” You told her. “No. I’ll call an Uber. It’s okay.”

“I don’t like the idea of leaving you here drunk and alone while you wait for your Uber to get here.”

The two of you continued to bicker until Ari stepped in.

“I can take drop her off if you’d like,” “No, Ari. You don’t have to do that.”

“It’s really no problem. I don’t like the idea of any woman being alone and drunk either. People don’t exactly have the best intentions.” Ari explains.

“And after you drop her off?” You asked, his gaze darkening at your words.

“Well that’s entirely up to you, sweetheart.”

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The morning after wasn’t anything like you expected. Typical, the morning after consisted of getting dressed and doing the walk of shame out of their apartment.

Except the morning with Ari meant morning sex with you on top, him drilling into you from below.

His arms encircling you so you couldn’t writhe away from him. He wanted you to take every inch.

While you were fucked out on his bed, he made you Belgian waffles and poured you some orange juice.

He offered to drive you home but you strongly insisted against it. Instead you called yourself an Uber to take you home, reminiscing at how Ari knew your body like the back of his hand.

You knew that meant that he was a fuck boy like Johnny was, but that didn’t take away from the fact that he made you feel like you were on Cloud 9.

You bit your lip as you reminisced on Ari’s hips slotted between yours. The smile fell from your face when the Uber driver pulled up to the curb in front of your apartment.

You thanked him before taking your heels in your hands and stepped onto the curb. You unlocked the front door, sighing when you closed it behind you.

“It’s almost noon,” a voice states behind you.

A yelp leaves your lips when you spun around, grabbing the nearest thing you could. You held the umbrella tightly in your hands until you slowly recognized the man in front of you.

“Damn it, Johnny! What the fuck!” “You really should have better security,”

“I had security. No one knows where my spare key is and I have a ring camera,” you explain, setting the umbrella back on the rack.

“A ring camera that would work better if you didn’t mute the notifications,” he retorts. “I’d got annoying after a while, okay. It’s a busy street.”

“What are you doing here, Johnny? Did something happen to Sue?” You added, changing the topic of conversation.

“No, Sue is fine. I thought something happened to you,” “You thought- why?” Your gaze fell to the blanket sprawled out on the couch. “You spent the night here?”

It wasn’t the first time he’s slept over your place. Most of the time it was because he was hung over from the night before and needed a place to sober up. You hadn’t thought much of it until now.

“Yes. I told you I was worried.” “Why?” He disappears into the kitchen and came back with some coffee and ibuprofen. You graciously took the cup of coffee and tossed the two pills on your tongue.

“Something felt off about the guy you were with last night,” he said, watching you take a careful sip of your coffee.

“Right, like you could make such an observation when you’re too busy making out with some blonde chick.”

“Didn’t think you cared much. Considering you let that guy fondle you in the middle of the club.”

“I did not let him fondle me,” you pointed, annoyed with his accusation.

What was this? Why were you bickering like you were.. a couple?

“Look, I don’t care about who you take home. So why do you care about who I take home?”

“I didn’t take her home, alright? She tried to take me back to her place but.. I couldn’t.” “Why not?”

“Let’s just picture something for a second, okay? A hypothetical. Me having a girlfriend. An amazing, smart, independent, long term girlfriend. We go on trips together and do interviews together. And just be happy together.”

“I’m sorry but I’m having trouble figuring out where all this is coming from, Johnny? If you have a crush on someone, just ask them out. You’re Johnny Storm. Talking to woman is as easy as breathing at this point.”

You take another sip of your coffee and Johnny stuffs his hands in his pockets.

“Not this woman. She makes me freeze every time she looks at me. I can’t think straight. It’s like I’m back in grade school all over again.”

“Wow. She really has you in the palm of her hand, huh? Who is she?”

You take a longer sip of your coffee once you felt the coffee had cooled down a bit. You wait for his response but he simply stares at you, waiting for you catch on.

Your face fell when the silence set in the room. “No,” Shaking your head, you step around him and walk into the kitchen.

“Y/N,” he calls after you. “No, Johnny.” You said, lifting your hand not wanting to make eye contact.

“Come on. Is this so far fetched? You know me better than anybody. I know you better than anybody. Definitely better than that guy from last night,”

You rounded the counter top to put some distance between you, sighing in disbelief. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“You are a fuck boy and I have serious commitment issues. Not to mention, you’re my best friend’s little brother. It’s not going to work.”

“Aren’t relationships about work? Wanting to better yourself for someone else?” “Change because of someone else never lasts,”

“Just give me a chance,” he rounds the countertop to near you. He huffs when you backpedal away from him.

“Is this why you’ve been acting different? To get my attention?” “Not exactly. I just made the decision to work on myself and shy away from the optics for now.”

“Don’t you hear how insane that sounds coming out of your mouth? The motocross playboy wants to shy away from the optics.”

“I know it sounds insane.” He takes another step to see if you would move away. When you don’t, he slides into the space next to you, resting his elbows on the counter top.

And I know you feel the same way from the way you looked at me last night,” “I was buzzed so that doesn’t count,”

“Oh yeah?” He starts, encroaching in your space.

Placing a hand on either side of you, bowing his head until he was at eye level with you. The tip of his nose grazed the bridge of yours.

The smell of his cologne enveloped you, forcing you to resist leaning into him.

“And how about now?” He smiles when you lifted your head in defiance, you tense when you feel his leg brush against yours.

You couldn’t make any movements with touching some part of his body.

“I feel absolutely nothing,” “Liar,” he leans in to whisper in your ear.

“It’s lust at best,” you crossed your arms, using your body weight to nudge him away from you. He nods in understanding, smoothing a hand over the back of your head.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. Your eyes fluttered at the gesture, meeting his gaze for the hundredth time since last night.

“Then it looks like I’ll have to convince you otherwise,”

He pulls away from you entirely, crossing through the kitchen back into the living room to put on his shoes. He doesn’t say anything else before he strolled out of your apartment, leaving you in silence.

“What the fuck?” You said aloud, taking your phone into your hands to call Sue.

[navybrat817]

Epinephrine

Summary: Bucky races to win as you watch with anticipation.

Pairing: Motocross!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Word Count: Over 1.5k Warnings: Nerves, K-I-S-S-I-NG, swearing, POV switch, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). Graphics talent and thanks: Banner by @sgt-seabass. Divider by @saradika. Bucky edit by Nix. Moodboard by yours truly. A/N: My third Connect 4 (C4007 - Square 3) / Into an Alternate Juneiverse for @buckybarnesevents! Set in my Dialed In AU, but can be read as a standalone. Apologies for any inaccuracies, but I'm human and still had fun writing this.❤️ Thank you @targaryenvampireslayer for the POV switch suggestion! Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Epinephrine. Both a hormone and a neurotransmitter, the chemical messenger transmits nerve signals to prepare your body for fight or flight. Most call it adrenaline. Some liken it to pre-race jitters.

Bucky considered it his own personal fuel.

Just breathe.

It amazed him how so many wrote off motocross as just another sport without considering the physical and mental training they put into it or how dangerous it was. Position, weight distribution, and correct form on the bike were all things to consider when practicing and racing. Not to mention no two tracks are alike, the conditions constantly changing. You had to take the hills, jumps, turns, and distance for your own safety and those around you.

He mentally wished Steve and the others a safe race, even Rumlow. Prick or not, he didn’t want the guy to get hurt. He sure as hell didn't want to lose to him either.

"For what it’s worth, I’m glad you didn’t hit him. Because he would have won and guys like him don’t deserve to win."

No, he doesn't.

His heart raced a little faster, his right palm starting to sweat as the nerves and excitement clashed in his chest. The knot in his stomach settled as he waited for the race to start, his focus on the path in front of him. The rough terrain ahead called to him, urging him to unleash whatever anger, fear, joy, and anything he had built up inside. He would go all out, leaving no regrets in his path.

All leading to you after he crossed the finish line.

"Good luck."

Gave me all the luck I need, Spitfire.

With your voice in his mind, it quieted any doubt that lingered. He knew his strengths and even his limits when it came to the sport. Getting back on the bike after his accident already proved that he was a winner. He didn't need to prove himself to anyone else.

But he hoped you would see his worth.

And as the gate dropped, he smiled behind his helmet.

You grabbed Natasha's arm as the riders took off, keeping an eye out for Bucky. She didn't pull away or make a comment when you dug your nails in. You appreciated her a bit more because of that. You also didn't understand why you were nervous when you weren't the one on the track.

I've seen plenty of races, but I didn't have anything at stake before.

"Sorry," you muttered as you let the redhead go.

"It's okay. He's got this," she assured you.

You nodded, doing your best to give her a smile. A mile and a half long course and likely a twenty to thirty minute race and extra lap, you knew it was standard. But watching the dirt fly as you focused on Bucky's helmet, your heart felt like it was in your throat. You didn't just want him to win, you wanted him safe.

Just breathe. He knows what he's doing.

"If he gets hurt, I'm kicking his ass," you said, sucking in a breath as another rider got close to his back wheel.

"And nurse him back to health," Natasha teased.

"Yeah. With a uniform and all," you teased, actually kind of into the idea.

Down girl.

You got uncharacteristically quiet after that, your stomach dropping when Maddox gained on Bucky. He was still in a good position, his friend, Steve, up there with him. It was almost like witnessing a roller coaster ride, the ups and downs, the twists and drops. Adrenaline pumped through your veins and you could only imagine how the guys out there felt actually experiencing it.

Exhilarating.

As the riders got close to the final lap, you jumped up. You somehow stayed on your feet when your head spun, but you weren't going to miss this. Bucky and Maddox were almost neck-in-neck, but Maddox probably thought he had it in the bag. That kind of cockiness didn't always pay off.

You sure as hell didn’t want it to pay off today.

"Come on, Hothead," you whispered.

While Maddox turned his head to look at Bucky, the latter kept his head facing forward and elbows up. As if he didn't care that his competition was there. He raced smarter, not harder, as you watched with bated breath. He kept his lead toward the finish line as you couldn’t help but smile.

Bucky Barnes won the race.

He won. He fucking won.

"Fuck yes!" you shouted, uncaring of your language as Bucky took first, his left fist pumping in the air. The way everyone else cheered, they probably didn't notice. But you finally felt like you could take a proper breath, the mental ride coming to a stop. "For the record, I'm just happy he made it across the finish line. This has nothing to do with the date."

I can actually smell my own bullshit.

"Wow. You managed to say that with a straight face. Impressive," Natasha said, nodding toward the course as the race wrapped up. "Come on. Let's go congratulate him. And by we I mean you."

"He raced a good race. It was very exciting," you said evenly, but you eagerly pulled her along to get out of the stands and through the crowd.

You weren’t sure if you were actually allowed to go up to greet him, but people moved to let you through. Was it your strut or Natasha’s subtle stare that made everyone jump out of the way? As you got closer to Bucky and the other riders, you felt like your heart was going to race out of your chest when you stopped at the edge of the course. Especially when took off his helmet, a light sheen of sweat on his face as he shook his hair out.

Fuck me in the dirt, please.

“Go,” Natasha encouraged after some of the guys congratulated Bucky, except for Maddox who stood feet away with a glare on his face.

Sore loser doesn’t look good on him, but he’s not why I’m here.

Holding your head high, you locked eyes with Bucky when he looked your way. Seemingly forgetting the others around him, he walked toward you to meet you halfway when you stepped in the dirt. The two of you stood there for a long moment before he smirked. A slight one, but still a smirk.

“Looks like I won,” he said, his voice rough.

“You did. Congratulations,” you said, stepping back to hold out your hand. “And it looks like you get to go out with me, so double congratulations,” you simpered, previous annoyance that he bet a date with you completely forgotten.

“Are we shaking on it?” he chuckled, his gloved hand reaching for yours. A spark of electricity moved up your arm once he took it and you refused to deny your attraction at that moment.

“You could say that,” you smirked, yanking him close. “But I prefer to seal it with a kiss.”

You took a moment to appreciate how soft and warm his lips felt when you initiated the kiss this time. You allowed his tongue to slip inside and explore when you parted your lips, feeling the beat of his heart as he pressed his chest against your body. It wasn’t hard or urgent, but excitement and passion consumed you. It didn’t matter if he got your clothes dirty. Or that a few of the riders whistled and cheered at the display.

He smiled against your lips when you had to take a breath. “I thought you said you weren’t a prize.”

“And I thought you said your ass was all mine after you win,” you reminded him, almost wishing you reached around to squeeze it. Even dirty and sweaty, he still looked and smelled amazing. It was a phenomenon.

“I did and I meant it,” he said, sneaking in another kiss before he had to pull away. “You sticking around?”

“I’ll be with Nat. Go do what you have to,” you said, turning away to back to your friend. She had a smile on her face. You had one on yours, too.

“I still have to get your number, so don’t go anywhere!” Bucky called after you.

“Who said I was giving you my number?” you asked over your shoulder. “I never agreed to that.”

“How am I supposed to take you on a date without it?” he asked.

“You seem like a smart guy. You’ll figure it out, Hothead,” you teased, egging him on just a little.

“Want me to get on my knees, Spitfire?”

Yes and split me open with that talented tongue of yours.

“She’ll give you her number,” Natasha said, waving Bucky on as you laughed. You may have checked his ass out again because he did say it was yours. And he no doubt checked yours out as you walked away. “You are giving him your number before we leave.”

“I will,” you promised, giving her a small smile. “I’m glad you introduced me to him,” you added gently, looking forward to getting to know him more.

“And I’m glad you put a smile back on his face.”

Hearing that felt like a victory.

I guess we’re both winners today, Hothead.

Yay! He won! Was there ever any doubt? More to come. Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

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[burirammin]

Did I just find a really really good clip of marc with clear visor in slow motion? from a motogp game soundtrack video?? spectacular.

But what really caught my eyes was the fact that he was braking with FOUR fingers and that the video was from 2013, his first year in premier class. That made me paused a bit because he is pretty well-known (to me at least) for using just ONE finger in motogp, an index, just like casey. Here's an example with how vale does it for comparison.

So there I go, to do some research aka. googling session that ends with me having a beef with a six years old video for audio editing mistake so catastrophic it cut off parts of interview that could potentially give me more info... and it loops the same audio part again and again and again. Drives me nuts.

Found the same video on videopass yes yess thank you!!

Anyway! It was a video on braking techniques of different riders (with interviews. from 2018) and marc said that of course he use one finger to brake, has always done that. But he used to use all four fingers to do so when he was riding a 125cc bike and then when he pass to moto2 he start experimenting with his techniques and change from one to the other end of the two extremes, from four fingers to just one. Said the technique was a crossover from him training a lot on motocross, where he use just one finger to brake. (Not a word for word quote but close enough)

Here's how he brake in 125cc

And here's how he does it in motogp

left : four fingers (2013) right : one finger (2018)

This is interesting, he's still braking with four fingers in 2013 (though I am not sure when the footage was from. It was definitely from before mid june of that year so, at least before Catalunya) Maybe he was still trying out things even in 2013 despite him saying he start to change it all in moto2? So i took a closer look at his braking hand during one of his moto2 race and guess what?

He did use four finger still in the footages i found, like this one from Valencia 2012

I also look up those slow motion videos of the 2013 season and he's still using four fingers even in Jerez so that too (gif below).

By my limited research he would have change his technique somewhere between the end of 2013 season to before the start of 2015 season (because otherwise this reddit post would not exist and I reckon he’d not change mid-season, or maybe he would. Might look into it later)

Soooo yeah... this seems to be a case of him riding so much, for so long he FORGOT details about HIS OWN riding techniques. My silly cunty boy. Mister Marc 'I don't read' Marquez, maybe you should read btw it might help with your memory 😭

Note : If anyone have more info, please feel free to add on to the post. I'll eat it all up like cake I promise.

[myrquez]

Do you know what's dovquez relationship like currently? Ik marc has said (in preseason maybe?) that he wants to ride with dovi and they have a good relationship(but idk where is this from) also i saw a post where dovi said that he and marc have a "special" relationship but they aren't friends and he regrets it(in his book maybe) or maybe i'm hallucinating ( sorry i'm new to this)

HI AND WELCOME TO THIS WHOLE MADNESS ANON

Don’t worry, I got you!! This will be LONG but I hope it’s also gonna be helpful if you want to “dig” into their lore a bit more!!!

As for the two episodes you mentioned, first one was in the Gresini Team Presentation on January 20th in Riccione, and if you want to watch the whole thing its here!! They did ask Marc if he had any plans to go training in some of the motocross tracks in Romagna, like the 04 Park, while he was there. And Marc said that just that morning he thought something like, “Im gonna call him and ask him if he’s busy?”, but then he basically had no time so he couldn’t actually go. And then he said something like “I would still like it very much, especially to go riding around Dovizioso’s track, whom I have a beautiful relationship with!”. And then we all cried. (me, i cried)

As for the book! Yes, he did say that he would’ve liked to have relationships and connections with other riders in general, because there’s not many people in the world that have the privilege to share their same experiences. He spoke a lot about how the relationships work in the paddock, which he describes as a shark tank basically (literally says minefield). And he said it’s a shame he basically had no friends within the motogp environment, but it’s how it works, because in that world everything it’s about money and feral competition. About Marc (the book was published in 2018 if i’m not wrong, so as for their relationship in 2018 at least) he said they’ weren’t technically friends, but they thought highly of each other, respected each other, smiled to each other when one saw the other one! He spoke a lot about how the connection grew stronger in each one of their battle. How at the end of every race he felt like they just climbed a mountain and they arrived right at the peak together. “The connection has deepened. The relationship was preserved”. It’s one of my fave part of the book, maybe I’ll try to translate the whole thing!

And finally!, as for their current relationship, I’d say it’s still… very good? Dovi was in Mugello this year, and he had this beautiful interview with SkySport Italia where he praised Marc for his outstanding work. If you want to watch it, it’s here! He never stops showering that little menace with compliments. He cannot help it.

Apart from this, no new crumbs? FOR NOW!! Motogp will be in Misano for a few weeks since Kazakhstan got cancelled, so we basically have 1st race in Misano, Misano tests and THEN 2nd race in Misano again which means pleeeenty of time to go and have a bit of fun at the 04 Park i guess <3 manifesting this so hard anon

If you feel the need to have some more lore to dig and stuff, here there’s a beautiful post with some fun facts AND a list of people on the motogpblr that basically are the Dovquez scholars, so there you will find everything you need to know and even more. Have fun!!! <3

[pappydaddy]

idiot (j.m.)

a/n: ha, i'm baaaack! bet cha didn't think y'all were getting this fic!

tv show/movie: outer banks | pairing: jj maybank x fem!pogue!reader

requested by a lovely anon as part of my 800 follower celebration

synopsis: jj tries to impress his girlfriend, but it doesn't go as well as he planned.

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warnings: reckless actions, accident, mention of a dislocation, mention of breaking a bone, fluff.

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JJ has done stupid and reckless things before. It was expected of him and he liked to live up to expectations. He was the unhinged friend that stressed everyone out. Since meeting him in elementary school, Y/N didn’t know JJ not to be daring which meant that she (being the nervous and apprehensive person she was) often found herself on the verge of a heart attack whenever he pulled his little stunts. Since they started dating two years ago, his chaos and recklessness has decreased, but not by any significant bounds. 

  But the decrease wasn’t from JJ changing, it was from Y/N insisting that he needs to be safe and arguing with him (which actually makes him think first). Even then, it’s a fifty-fifty shot that he actually listens. For instance, there was a new skatepark installed on The Cut, a last-ditch effort to (a) make The Cut look nicer, (b) keep Pogues out of Kook territory, and (c) lower crime rates. Of course, JJ, who has never skateboarded before, was convinced it was just like surfing so, therefore, he believed he would be a pro at it. He was wrong. Horribly wrong. But, thanks to Y/N, he was wearing a helmet and managed to avoid concussing himself on the concrete after he fell off the metal railing (nearly hitting his head on that). 

  Now, the dirt bike track was finally up and running again following the brief closure (three years) due to the owner going to jail for embezzlement. Now, after two former motocross x-game finalists who grew up in The Cut had bought it, it was fixed up and ready to be used again. Of course, JJ was naturally drawn to it, visiting every day so far this summer. Most of the time, Y/N went with him, but she was unable to go the past three weeks because Sarah had pulled her away to the mainland for shopping. 

  “Babe, I am so excited for you to come to the course again,” JJ was nearly bouncing off the walls all day. He even woke up at nine in the morning (and was like this from the start). His breakfast of a mixture of half a box of fruity pebbles and half a box of lucky charms was not helping anything. “I’ve been working on so many neat moves with Nathan, he says that I have enough skill that I could enter comps and win huge cash prizes.” 

  She looked over at him from where she packed things into her tote bag. “Nathan would know, maybe you should enter some contests. You could probably enter some surfing contests too,” She nodded, double checking the contents of her bag. JJ spending every day at the course has led to Nathan (one of the owners) coaching him as a hobby. Completely free and completely spontaneous. “You could really make a career out of these, J.” She reminded him. 

  “I don’t know, Babe,” He shrugged, grabbing the sunscreen and her sunglasses that she forgot on her dresser. “Some of these guys that play these sports come from rich families who pay for only the best training. No way I can compete against that. Their parents buy them wins basically! How can I win against someone who bribes the judges? Or someone who has the best bike?” He pointed out, handing her the items as she started to walk out of their room. 

  “Thanks,” She smiled up at him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “And Nathan has competed against them and won, he can teach you how. Talent is always better than money in the long run. It’s worth a try if you think you’ll be happy,” A honk sound from outside, signalling that the Twinkie was there. “I mean, you asked me out because you thought it would make you happy and look at us now. Living together.” She gestured around at the small cottage-like house they rent. Two-bedroom, one bath, and the floor plan was open concept because it was just a kitchen and living room. 

  “Would you be okay if I started competing,” JJ asked her, his hand reaching out to gently grab her arm when she started to walk towards the front door, another honk sounding from John B. She turned around, seeing him inches away from her, eyes staring down into hers as he waited for her answer. “It’s easy to get hurt in these sports and I don’t want you worrying all the time.” 

  She sighed, smiling at him, hands coming up to cup his face. “I’m always gonna worry about you JJ. What matters is if you’re happy. You sacrifice so much for me, I can sacrifice being scared out of my wits for the length of a competition.” With that, she rolled up to the balls of her feet, pressing a kiss to his lips just when another honk sounded. 

____

  “I can’t believe you said you would be fine with him competing,” Sarah shook her head as she watched the course. People zipped around, mud flying in every direction. Sarah and Y/N sat on the bleachers, free sodas from the cooler in hand. Y/N looked up from her book, eyes searching for JJ instantly, quickly finding him talking to Nathan off on the side. “I mean, someone wipes out every second. If John B started competing in motocross I would have a nervous breakdown.” 

  Y/N shrugged, eyes leaving JJ to see John B ripping around the course. “It makes him happy and he’s really excited about Nathan telling him he could do well at this,” She took a sip of her soda, the cool liquid helping cool her body temperature. “I’m not going to let my worries ruin this for him.” 

  “You’re braver than me, girl.” Sarah shook her head, taking a drink of her own soda just as Kie and Pope turned the corner, climbing the bleachers with take out containers in their hands from the food truck parked in the parking lot. 

  “We got JJ and John B’s, they are on the bottom to stay warm,” Pope told the two girls, handing them two containers. “Though, I don’t know why I try since they will devour them cold by choice,” Pope shook his head, settling down beside Sarah, picking up his untouched soda. “Are they almost ready for a break anyway? They’ve been at this for hours.” He asked, popping the tab open, the carbonation hissing as it rushed out. 

  Glancing over at the track, Y/N shrugged. “John B will probably be done once he finishes this lap, but JJ is probably gonna take the course once more so Nathan can time him,” She explained. “He’s aiming to break his personal best.” She was proven correct when JJ pulled his helmet over his head, securing it as he nodded along to whatever Nathan was telling him, his face hidden by the dark tinted face shield. 

  Just as John B finished his lap, JJ revved his engine, mud slinging around as his tire spun. Y/N perked up slightly as he drove to the startline. With a flick of Nathan’s thumb, JJ took off, zipping around the track. Y/N wiggled to the edge of her seat, setting her soda and the two containers of fries on the bench beside her. Something told her to keep watching. Maybe it was that she thought he would make a new personal best or maybe JJ had been a little too good about not making reckless decisions as of late. She wasn’t too sure, but here she was hanging off of every mound and every turn as if he were competing for a national title. 

  Then, it all made sense when she noticed Nathan’s hands flying through the air, looking like he was telling JJ to slow down or something as he yelled into the radio that allows him to communicate with JJ. “Is that some kind of signal?” Sarah asked, her nose wrinkling as she watched Nathan’s hand movements in confusion. 

  “They have radio communication, he wouldn’t need to use hand signals unless JJ was training for a race,” John B, who Y/N didn’t notice had joined them, explained. He tipped his uncapped water bottle towards Nathan. “It looks like he’s stressin’. Must think JJ’s pushing himself too hard.” 

  The group watched with worried expressions. From where they sat, they could hear the raised voice of Nathan but they couldn’t hear what he was saying over the roar of JJ’s motor. It was a split second. A tiny movement. But it told Y/N exactly what was going on. As JJ flew by the stands, she could see the way his head stayed tilted towards her for a second too long to not be a coincidence, followed by a sudden surge of speed. “Oh, God, JJ,” She tucked her lip between her teeth. “Please don’t. Listen to Nathan.” She pleaded quietly, hoping he could sense her wishes. 

  “Don’t do what? What’s he doing?” Pope asked, looking at Y/N with nervous eyes. Before Y/N could react, JJ’s bike took the turn too tight, tire hitting the soft mud at such a high speed (nearly double the speed Nathan suggested probably), slinging mud and causing him to lose control. Everyone stood as the bike started to fall, flinging JJ off it, but Y/N was already running down the bleachers while Nathan ran towards him from the ground. 

  “JJ,” Y/N yelled, not caring that her white sneakers were getting covered in sloppy mud. Somehow, she managed to get to JJ before Nathan, dropping to her knees, ignoring the cold, uncomfortable feeling of mud shifting under her. “JJ, does anything hurt? Oh my god.” She muttered, shaking fingers trying to undo his helmet strap to pull it off, but she could barely feel any of her limbs as panic took over. 

  “My shoulder,” JJ’s voice was strained and muffled as Y/N still fumbled with the helmet. Finally pulling it off his head, she could see his face screwed up in pain, his other hand clutching the shoulder he landed on (and was currently laying on). “It really hurts.” He could barely open his eyes as he flopped his head back, mud matting into his blonde hair. 

  “His shoulder hurts, what do we do?” Y/N looked up at Nathan who turned the bike off, handing it off to John B to put away. Crouching down on the other side of JJ, he looked down at him. 

  “I think he popped his shoulder out of place,” Nathan observed, looking up at Y/N as she softly stoked JJ’s hair, feeling rather useless as he groaned in pain, a few tears even slipping from his shut eyes, mixing with the mud laying under him. “Let’s sit him up first, but someone has to take him to the hospital to get it set.”  

  “You’re not gonna go to the hospital?” Y/N asked him, eyes nearly popping out. While all of them were now adults, Nathan was in his early thirties making him more of an adult than the 19-year-olds who currently surrounded him.

  A whimper from JJ made her look down at him, seeing him trying to move. Gently, she placed her hand on his chest, rubbing it to calm him down. “I’ll be right behind you guys, I just don’t have the room to drive him to the hospital comfortably in my two-seater.” He pointed over to the car park where his black Mazda MX-5 sat, backed into the spot next to the Twinkie - a hilarious sight. 

  “We’ll help him to the van, Y/N/N,” John B crouched down, placing his hand on Y/N’s shoulder. Startled, she looked over at him. He could see the tears building in her eyes as she blinked at him, nodding. “He’ll be okay, it’s just a popped shoulder. Remember when he broke his collarbone in freshman year? This is like that but less severe.” 

  He knew she already knew that, but when you see the one you love in unbearable pain, common sense tends to take a backseat. “Okay,” She muttered, looking around - needing something to take her mind off her boyfriend laying there, not being able to open his eyes from the amount of pain he was in. “I'll open the passenger seat and get it set for him-” As she spoke, she slowly took her hands from JJ, moving to stand up but her words were cut off as a hand reached out to grab her wrist. 

  “No, stay,” JJ spoke through clenched teeth, his eyes fluttering open to look at her. His crystal clear blue eyes were clouded by tears and laced with pain as she looked back down at him, kneeling beside him. “I need you.” He whimpered, eyes snapping closed again. 

  “I won’t leave you, J.” She reassured him, pressing a kiss to his cheek softly, hoping it brought him some comfort at least. 

____

  After a very uncomfortable drive with John B going way over every single speed limit, Y/N and JJ sat in an ER bay, the curtain shielding them from the rest of the ER. “Do you think I just dislocated it?” JJ asked, his voice hoarse. He shifted his head on the pillow, looking at Y/N. He was laying more comfortably after the doctors prescribed some pain meds, but Y/N was still treating him like a porcelain doll. 

  “The tests are just to make sure they aren’t missing anything, J,” She reassured him, rubbing soothing circles on his good arm. “Whatever it is, I will take good care of you.” She smiled, throwing a wink at him knowing flirty innuendos were his favourite thing ever - especially when they came from his insanely hot girlfriend. 

  Just as JJ opened his mouth to retort, the curtain opened with a flourish. In came the doctor, followed by two interns all sporting crisp white coats. “Okay, Mr. Maybank,” The older looking doctor spoke up, eyes on the tablet he held, clicking away on it. “We got your scans back, and it looks like you have a very minor glenoid fracture on top of your treated dislocation. Now that your dislocation has been reduced, you should feel a little more comfortable, but that fracture is gonna give you some issues,” He explained, setting the tablet down and pulling a prescription pad from his coat pocket. “I am going to prescribe you some pain medication, Hydrocodone,” He spoke as he scribbled quickly. “Also known as Vicodin. I am not going to prescribe much as it's highly addictive, I recommend only using what you need along with icing frequently and resting it for a full two weeks,” He explained, handing JJ the prescription before pulling a pamphlet from his chest pocket. “That’s a pamphlet on opioids explaining how they work, major side-effects to watch out for, and tips to avoid getting addicted to them. I like to hand them out to help patients manage their pain safely.” 

  “How long does the recovery take?” Y/N asked, her hand gripping JJ’s in relief. 

  “Typically, recovery takes a total of 12 to 16 months. Like I said, after two weeks you can return to normal activity aside from heavy-lifting, sports, or strenuous activity. Then, after a span of 6 weeks or 3 months, you can resume normal activity if your shoulder permits. I would recommend a physical therapist to help with recovery, but for now, lots of rest and my interns will put your arm in a sling.” He gave them a tight smile, nodding as he turned and left the makeshift room. 

  “Hear that, J. Lots of rest and you’re gonna be fine.” Y/N smiled, letting go of JJ’s hand, standing to move out of the way of the interns as they moved around, getting his arm in a sling. She busied herself with collecting his shoes as the nurses helped her dress him earlier (so she didn’t jostle his shoulder getting his clothes on. John B had been so kind as to run to their place to get him clean clothes. 

  “You’re all set, Mr. Maybank, we will see you in 6 weeks to check on your recovery.” With that, they also left the makeshift room, leaving the curtain open. Y/N knew they were busy people and it was just an ER, but the speed of everything made her head spin slightly. 

  “I think I could get used to my hot girlfriend taking care of me for two whole weeks,” JJ commented as she kneeled down in front of him from where the interns helped him sit up, his legs over the edge of the bed. She looked up at him, shooting him a scornful look. “I think restraining myself will be a little strenuous though-”

  “JJ Maybank, no funny business until you are better, until you are cleared to resume all activity, any funny business is off the table,” She informed him sternly. He narrowed his eyes at her, pouting his lip. “I mean it JJ. Maybe then you will take recovery seriously.” 

  “If recovery means we can’t take part in my favourite pastime, then I am going to take it as serious as hell,” He remarked. “This is going to be the fastest and best recovery the doctors have ever seen. Then, you are going to have the time of your life once I am cleared.” He smirked, watching as she stood up, shaking her head. 

  Her smile she had been trying to fight broke free as she sat beside him, making sure to sit to his left (his uninjured side). “I am sure you will.” She whispered, pressing a kiss to his lips. The sound of multiple approaching footsteps made them pull away to see their friends slipping into the open curtain. 

  “Nathan is talking to your doctor, he said he would cover the medical bill,” Pope explained, pointing over his shoulder. “Good thing it was only a minor fracture, now we just have to make sure JJ actually listens during recovery.” He remarked, shooting a playful glare at the blonde. Everyone knew JJ would be a pain in the ass during recovery, always doing things he shouldn’t be doing. 

  “Not gonna be an issue,” Y/N spoke confidently. “We already talked about it and JJ is gonna take it very seriously,” She looked towards him, almost daring him not to keep his word when her face suddenly changed, looking like she had a question. “Why did you take that turn too fast anyway? Nathan was telling you to slow down and the course looked extra muddy today thanks to that rainstorm we just had.” 

  Suddenly, JJ’s cheeks tinged red in a blush and he dropped his eyes to his lap. “I wanted to impress you.” He muttered bashfully, ashamed because she endlessly told him that he impresses her every single day. 

  “You’re an idiot, JJ! You severely injured yourself to impress the girl who has seen you throw up on yourself.” She rolled her eyes, slightly shaking his hair, the only thing she thought she could do to not cause him more pain. 

  Quickly, the bashfulness was wiped from JJ’s face as a smug smile took over his face. “Well, at least I am your idiot, right?” JJ asked, making her roll her eyes at him, a large smile fighting a way onto her face as she leaned in. 

  “That’s why you’re an idiot for trying to impress me, you’re mine forever - regardless of idiocy.” She pressed another kiss to his lips, smiling into the kiss like a fool in love. 

  Pope and John B groaned at the display of affection, but Sarah and Kie cooed, hugging each other. Pope and John B started to gag as the kiss lingered, the pair of them staring into each other’s eyes intently. “Oh, shut up guys-” Kie rolled her eyes at Pope and John B. 

  “Y’all know you’re the reason I believe in love, ya know?” Sarah cooed, ignoring the other three, watching JJ and Y/N as if they were her favourite ship in a show. John B shot her a look, gesturing to himself before giving up. JJ and Y/N were the reason they all believed in love. 

  “Well, she’s the reason I believe in love.” JJ remarked, pressing another kiss to Y/N’s lips.   

[riddles-n-games]

I feel as though we never had a proper headcanon regarding what sports the boys played so here are a few of my speculations.

Nash-This man may have done a whole lot of western riding and motocross but little did anyone know that he also did football for a while. He played centre midfield and was pretty darn good at it too. However, after five years of play, he dropped out of it even though he was playing for his high school team and was even promising for varsity in college, should he have remained interested.

Grayson-After learning several martial arts, Gray decided kickboxing was of interest to him and though he struggled with it at first, he became proficient as he trained for years after that. It became one of his ways of releasing pent up anger. Because he wasn't one for liking conventional sports and his love of longswords and blades was strong, especially with the historical aspect, he decided on fencing. That was his true passion which was where he topped the amount of trophies he had in terms of photography and swimming.

Jameson-As our wild card loves to hurt himself, seek adrenaline rushes, and piss people off, what better way to do that than soccer and lacrosse? He played defense and midfield in soccer interchangeably but he shined as a right winger in midfield the most. For lacrosse, he was an attacker, preferring the middle and was even captain for a good two years before a bad injury sacked him. Given his lanky frame, he also participated in gymnastics and was also chosen to go to the Olympics for it. His coach, Miss Lenoli praised him often for his beautiful twists on trampoline; this may have been a rare time to also see Jamie blush bright red at the compliments.

Xander-This guy is probably the least likely to do any sports but he actually loved doing field hockey and archery. Field hockey he pursued for many years and excelled at it as goalie or defense. One of the good things about his genius mind was being able to come up with creative defense tactics that often surprised many offensives from the other teams but he also never used them too often so he kept everyone on their toes. Archery was started a lot later, around the time when he was turning 7 and due to his love of Lord of the Rings and The Hunger Games, he felt like two of his favorite characters. There were times when he would randomly quote their one-liners or walk off the field doing the District 12 salute (also when The Avengers came out, there may have been a phase where he'd do Hawkeye poses too such as the dramatic slow mode fall off a roof). Unfortunately, he got shot in the elbow after once trying to do a demonstration with a new contraption of his and his grandfather banned that (least to say how long that lasted; 2 weeks post injury).

[ross1fum1]

Andrea Dovizioso fell from his motorcycle during motocross training this morning and hit his head and lost consciousness.

He’s not in danger but he has a concussion. Hopefully he will feel better soon ❤️

[woso-dreamzzz]

bebita dirt bike slowly taking over mapi and ingrid garage

Ingrid blinks and one day she's building her schedule around Bebita's motocross training and her races and when she needs to take her bike to the mechanic

[nytb]

Battle Scars

Irony, what a bitch. There you are, a hopeless romantic who had sworn off romance, trapped in the city of love. Thank god that was about to end soon.

Life is hard, but yours was a special case for itself. It was as if someone had cursed you. Whatever could go wrong, would explode in your face and just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, it did.

That's just what happened before you left PSG.

An accident that involved you crashing into a wall on your bike. The aftermath: surgery after surgery, months of pain followed by months of rehabilitation.

As your recovery progressed, so did your contract. The option for an extension no longer on the table forced you out of a city you grew to love.

Manchester City being one of the clubs pushing for your signature. One of the only clubs that was actually interested in getting you back to your old self, a goal scoring machine.

The path you had carefully crafted towards captaincy of your beloved PSG being swapped with mere first team football.

Your career didn't look the best, but you were determined to do a 180 on your situation. Maybe luck was on your side this time.

Walking into the dressing room, after you got the introductions over with, was weird. Different colors, different people, different everything. Only you remained the same - at least for now.

Getting ready for your first training session, having the media team glued to your every move, you carefully moved the phone lens away from you "Do you mind not filming this part" the only words coming out of your mouth, your voice made it sound more like a plea.

The media team had no issue in removing themselves from the locker room after your request "Sure, we will wait for you outside" the sweet lady replied as she lightly squeezed your forearm.

The interaction got your teammate's attention and although they didn't speak of it, their eyes sure kept track of your every-move.

Removing your shirt, revealing some of the scars left on your body, the eyes of a certain brunette wandered off. Looking at your form, your muscles, the tattoos spread across your body.

You turning around spoiled the Spaniards party. Covering your skin with your training top as if she had seen something she wasn't supposed to see.

There was so much that you were hiding and the mystery sparked the interest of the brunette.

Getting your first training session under your belt, being recorded for what felt like an eternity.

It was done, at least for today.

Walking off towards one of the training ground goals, you sat on the goal line, allowing your body to rest against the grass.

For the first time since you left your apartment, you were alone. Or that's what you thought.

The rubbing of someone's body against your own as they sat next to you "You want some water?", a bottle being handed to you by none other than Leila Ouahabi.

Grabbing the bottle you softly replied "Thanks" your hand gently graced hers as her eyes wandered again.

Taking a hold of your hand, she inspected the scars shattered across your arm. For the first time in a while, your body didn't recoil.

The Spanish woman traced some of the scars visible, wondering if she was allowed to ask where you got them from.

"That's from a bike accident" you declared as she traced one of the scars that traveled from your hand across your forearm. Leila inspected further, gently tapping your knee.

The scar that every football player dreads getting "ACL" you replied.

"The one on your back?"

Her question was answered by a turn of your head, for the first time you returned a look into her eyes.

"Motocross incident" She pulled your sleeve up to trace the scar on your shoulder "This one?" her voice sweetly asked.

"Surgery" a quick response that prompted Leila to intensify the way she looked at you, realizing that she probably stepped a line she shouldn't have.

The fullback slowly got up, extending her hand to help you up.

On your way to the locker room you explained "Broke my shoulder when I played against Lyon three years ago" the defender sighed in relief, she didn’t overstep.

"Pro tip, don't go into a challenge against Renard shoulder first" you laughed. She leaned against you, a soft "Join us for lunch" left her lips.

"I can't" a reply neither one of you wanted to be said "Next time" you promised squeezing her hand as you headed towards your locker.

A couple of weeks had passed and you hadn't fulfilled your promise to the defender.

Taking advantage of her relationship with your captain, Vicky Losada, she got your home address. Using it on a random Tuesday to show up unannounced.

Shocked at who stood in front of you as you opened your front door "Hi?" you asked, lost for words.

The Spaniards eyes drifted from your sweat covered shoulders down to your stomach only to have her daydreams abruptly stopped

"You need something?" a question that left her stuttering as she concocted a somewhat plausible excuse.

"You've escaped team bonding many a time, let me do it once"

Letting her into your apartment you walked towards the kitchen

"Want something to drink?" an offer the defender took "A beer?" she asked. Making your way towards Leila you replied "You're lucky my neighbor just gifted me some" popping the cap open you added "Don't tell Vicky I have these at home"

The defender laughed, accepting to keep your secret, walking towards you her eyes traveled to a bandage on your V-line "That's new" she pointed out.

You found her worrying cute "It's just a tattoo" you calmed her down "I'm going to take a shower, make yourself at home"

Alone in your living room, she started to look around. Taking in the decorations you had put up, looking at all the pictures you had on display.

A person she had known for weeks, but you still remained a mystery to her.

The doorbell startled her, stopping her imagination. Answering your door, she started to live in her made up scenario only to have it shattered when she saw who was standing on the other side.

A woman that most would describe as a goddess rendering the defender speechless.

"Hi, is Y/N around?" the woman inquired, hiding how shocked she was at the presence of Leila in your apartment.

"She's in the shower" the defender stated and as she was about to open her mouth again you emerged from your room, half dressed, a damp stomach on display.

"Everything okay?" you asked, looking at Leila who could only point to the woman standing in front of her "Mind giving me a ride? My car broke down again" her head peeked into your apartment.

"Sure, want to join us Leila?" you invited the fullback as you put your shirt on "Yeah sure"

The City defender sat back and observed your dynamic with the mystery woman, trying to figure out what her connection to you was.

Dropping the mystery girl off, you tapped the seat next to you "Ride shotgun", a statement the Spaniard didn't understand "Sit next to me" you explained further.

The drive back to your place started with an uncomfortable silence "What's wrong?" you refused this to be the new dynamic with your favorite teammate.

Leila refused to meet your eyes "Well, she's hot" she tested the waters. Confused as to where the defender wanted to steer the conversation "I guess" you shrugged your shoulders.

The defender left struggling for words, you weren't making her mission any easier. Who was this mystery girl to you?

"Want to stop for some food?" You lighten the mood, food did that to the both of you. The defender quickly agreed.

It was probably the first time you sat down alone with the defender at a dinner table.

"Why do you look sad?" you questioned "I remember you saying that you liked sushi, you don't like this restaurant?" The well-being of the defender was clearly a priority of yours, something that surprised her.

"No, no" she reached for your hands struggling to find the English words "I like this place" she stated "I- I was wondering" her voice started to mumble out "Who is that girl to you?"

A question you were barely able to hear.

Quickly, the puzzle pieces fell into place. You now understood the sudden change in Leila's demeanor.

"She's my neighbor" you start to phrase it the best way possible, giving the defender the peace of mind she was looking for "I help her with her kid sometimes"

Hopefully this information would guide the defender into the right path; there was nothing going on between the both of you.

Leila was back to her old self, making dinner go by smoothly. As the night ended, you offered Leila a ride home, giving her an option to go back to your place too.

The defender picked the latter one, there was no way she was passing on that opportunity.

Contrary to what she believed, your offer wasn't anything more than platonic.

You had made a pact to yourself; dating during your football career was off the table. Something you had respected thus far, there was no way some woman you had meet a couple of weeks ago would change that - or would she?

Watching a random movie you found on Netflix, you allowed the night to end calmly. Neither party making rash decisions, decisions they might end up regretting.

Leaving the couch, you disappeared into your bedroom without explanation, coming back with a pillow and some blankets. Was this your way of friend zoning somebody you had clear interest for?

Leila looked at you puzzled, slowly realizing what was happening. She would rather sleep on your couch than away from you, alone, in her own apartment. Grabbing the blankets from your arms she started to set up camp.

"What are you doing?" now it was you that was puzzled "I'm not letting you sleep on my couch" you declared "You get my bed"

Leila's head was spinning, thanking whoever was writing the script of her life for the last words that came out of your mouth. Smoothly getting closer to you, she gave you a peck before she made her way into your bedroom.

A kiss that was far too close to your lips to be a strictly platonic one

"Goodnight" the defender sent you one last look over her shoulder before she disappeared into your bedroom.

There you were, sleeping on your couch. A woman that you described as a goddess sleeping alone in your bed. You sure as hell didn't picture your Tuesday to end this way.

Waking up with Leila lent against the door-frame of your bedroom, watching you from afar. Your back now fully exposed, you did like sleeping mostly naked and hell - you were in your apartment.

Realizing that you were slowly waking up, she made her way to you, sitting herself down by your legs. She gave herself the liberty of tracing the tattoos on your back.

It gave you a ticklish sensation but you sure as hell weren't going to stop her. Her touch felt comforting, it had the power to calm you.

"Morning" your raspy voice turned her on even more.

"Hi" she smiled "I'll make coffee" she placed a kiss on your back before she ventured into your kitchen.

Fuck Fuck Fuck

Head spinning, rules being tossed over the window. What's the worst that could happen?

This woman had you questioning the pact you made to yourself all those years ago with a single kiss.

Part 2

[sparrow-marrow]

CSOCW 24 day 4 - tragedy-

@carmensandiego-ocweek

I think that a full story would take me a While so, I’ll make a bullet point story.

I’m calling it the Grim Reaper Rally caper

Since the Ivory Off Road Invitational is a very dangerous one

If you’ve ever seen Speed Racer, I’m talking like almost Casa Cristo level danger

multiple deaths and injuries

This is also set in summer while schools out

NOW some backstory

This rally is one of many that have been rigged by VILE in order to get the prize money

BUT this hasn’t worked in the last couple of races due to Jamie who somehow beat VILE’s racers

The Next rally would be the Ivory Off-road and VILE was determined to win this one

Now onto the story:

Player was doing his thing decoding the VILE harddrive when he found something that chilled him to the bone

It was a series of rally sabotages and fixings that hadn’t worked in the past few years due to Jamie of all people and now VILE had made it clear that No one would win the Ivory Off-road Invitational other than them

As VILE had planted a bomb in their racers bike, so the Driver could activate it if need be

And the Ivory was Jamie’s next race, one that they had been preparing for a while

“Jamie, please! You can’t race in this rally, you could die!”

But it was too late Jamie had already said yes to the invite and suddenly rescinding that would damage her rep as a racer

They called Team Red and Jamie vetoed any plan that would cause him to never race again

“This is one of the last connections I have with my mother, I won’t quit now.”

So after a long debate they decided on this plan

Jamie would race but have Ivy and Zack on crew, Carmen and Shadowsan following the race in the air, and Player on coms and cams

As Jamie entered the locker room, they could feel people’s eyes on her, specifically VILE’s own motocross racer, the Driver

“Good luck in this rally Bellamy, you’ll need it.”

With that chilling exchange out of the way, Jamie went and got prepared

Meeting up with Team Red in their tent, they fleshed out their plan

“When I give the signal, Jamie, you turn on the hidden body cam. Zack, Ivy, you keep watch for any sabotage on their bike. Me, Player, and Shadowsan will keep watch from the skies and cameras. The bomb will be almost invisible except for the timer, which will be on the front left. Got it?”

After agreeing to the plan, The team split off into their positions and started the race

From the beginning, the Ivory was difficult.

The terrain shifted from soft ground to rocky dirt and dust and it was full of twists and turns

But Jamie was focused, keeping an eye on the green and gray bike up ahead

About halfway through the race Jamie caught up to the Driver and something happened that changed all of their plans

“Shit, She activated the bomb!”

Then Jamie had an idea

“Change of plans, I’m turning on my camera now. Player, can you hook it up to the MC’s booth?”

In just enough time the MCs switched to Jamie’s feed and saw the timer, revealing the bomb to all who were watching

By now Jamie still hadn’t told Team Red what she was doing and they were worried

Player tried to get him to say what their new plan was and all he got was this

“Even if I win, that bomb is still activated, so I’m going to stop it.”

Immediate backlash from Team Red and for good reason

“Jamie you have no experience with this, you can’t-”

“I’m the only one who’ll make it in time.”

Jamie turned off her comms and sped to catch up with the driver

He forced the Driver off track and caused the Driver to get fed up with them

That’s when the fight started

Now the Driver had been trained by VILE and was definitely more skilled than Jamie, but Jamie was more stubborn and had the desperation and rage of a dying man

Jamie was getting a beat down, at least 3 broken bones, a bloody nose, a black eye, blood everywhere, but still kept getting up

The fight lasted until there was 5 minutes left on the bomb

After hearing the warning, The Driver ran off, leaving Jamie on the ground

“Shame you’re going to die Bellamy, at least you were a good opponent.”

Jamie had one thing to say to that

"Fuc-Fuck You"

To add salt in Jamie's wound the Driver stomped on Jamie's right hand

Raising her good hand, he turned on their comms again

“JAMIE! Your biometrics are all over the place! Red and Shadowsan are on their way to your coordinates. What happened?!”

The first time she opened his mouth, they coughed up blood

“No-Nothing, just tell me how to defuse a bomb.”

Jamie used her good hand to haul himself to the discarded bike

It took some time to get there and even more for their vision to stop being blurry

She had 2 minutes to defuse this thing

The two got to work defusing the bomb, cutting it close when Jamie had to take a break

It was too close and now there was 10 seconds

9..

Jamie had to stop as the worst of his injuries caught up to them

8…

“Peter, if I don’t make it, promise me one thing.”

7…

“Don’t talk like that! You’ll make it, you have to…”

6…

“You have to tell our parents.”

5…

“Wh-What?”

4…

“Promise. Please..”

“Alright, I promise.”

3…

2…

1…

The explosion was deafening and the smoke could be seen for miles

During their conversation Jamie had found cover behind a large rock

As Jamie fell unconscious they caught glimpses of Carmen and Shadowsan running up to her, then all black

He was airlifted to a local hospital and then again to a larger one that was better equipped

Jamie ended up unconscious for the next 7 days, their condition critical but stable

Team Red were there most often and 3 days in, Player and her family came in. The organizers paying for their hotel stay.

[gallavich-headcanon]

Gallavich AU List

Gallavich AUs

Canon divergent AU High school AU Famous AU Celebrity AU Jury duty AU Medieval Ukrainian AU Magic AU Fem Gallavich AU Gods AU Cruise AU

Work: Artist AU Coworkers AU Bartender AU Trapeze artist AU Physical therapy AU Massage therapy AU Musician AU Motocross AU Body Painter AU Chefs AU Office AU Print shop AU 'Medieval Times' experience AU Photographer AU Teacher AU Doctor AU Escape room AU Hockey AU Athlete AU Pilot AU Blogger AU Trucker AU Movie AU Personal trainer AU

Inspired by other media: Game show AU Big Brother AU Call Of Duty AU Scandal AU Tiktok AU Hunger games AU Lumatere chronicles AU

Meet Cute / Meet Ugly: Dog meet cute AU Ugly train meet cute AU

Mickey: Artist Mickey Bartender Mickey Graphic designer Mickey Actor Mickey Musician Mickey Chef Mickey Care giver Mickey non-binary Mickey Teacher Mickey Doctor Mickey

Ian: EMT Ian Bartender Ian Veteran Ian Actor Ian Musician Ian Model Ian Healer Ian Witch Ian Knight Ian Photographer Ian Chef Ian Teacher Ian Doctor Ian Referee Ian Author Ian

Honorary mention is this beautiful tag - AU shenanigans with Nosho @creepkinginc thank you for being my partner in crime

[onsunnyside]

sonny, i need this man on some kind of bike. i wanna see him doing extreme downhill mountain biking or freestyle motocross. something that gets his adrenaline pumping and requires a helmet. i wanna suck on his lip ring and ride on the back of his motorcycle.

he looks like such a meanie. he 100% is set in his ways and still bumps the same music he listened to in the late 90s and early 2000s. maybe he’s a retired riding legend and he's been training and acting as a mentor to your up-and-comer boyfriend. you took a gap year or put off uni altogether to follow aforementioned bf around the country while he chases his dream, so when chris threatens to take it away, you use yourself as a bargaining chip.

oh, oh, or maybe he's your boyfriend's childhood bff and you accidentally get knocked up after a drunken hookup or some noncon, so you try to pass the kid off as your boyfriend's. oof. wait. i like this one. imagine taking your baby to competitions or races to see your bf and chris coming over to taunt you and talk to your baby, like, "you come to see daddy win? yeah, you miss daddy? tell mommy to let you come see me." and then he looks up at you and he's like, "maybe we can make you a little brother," with the evilest most self-satisfied smirk on his face. comments about how you make cute kids. forcing you to accept money that you don't need bc "i take care of what's mine". your bf made him the godfather and always has him around. i hate him. i'll have two. - bratty spice

BRATTY SPICE AKA @bimbofawn STRIKES AGAIN !! i don't know if i'd write it with Chris, bc i'm leaning towards total hunk Steve/Ari all tatted and pierced 😵‍💫

retired riding legend screams dilf, dark daddy who isn't afraid to ruin your boyfriend's career before it even starts.

dark boyfriend's best friend: NOW THAT IS SPICY (hehe). [dark thots drabble below]

he's always been controlling and inserting himself into your relationship, crashing dates at restaurants, movies, or even your bf's house. you let it slide for a bit until you had enough and brought it up with your boyfriend who told him to give you two some space. and Steve/Ari did not like that.

he gets his revenge by inviting you out while your bf is out of town to "make amends" but it's really just to get you vulnerable and alone. as expected, no one bothers you while you're out bc Steve/Ari looks terrifying and his quite the reputation. that night you two hook up, you're drunk and he's sober, taking full advantage of you, "I'm prepared, don't worry, baby." He says, rolling on a condom, only to take it off when you're fucked dumb in his bed. he fills you to the brim, grunting the filthiest things into your ear about owning you, claiming you, knocking you up (something tells me he knows all your kinks bc of your boyfriend or from perving on the two of you).

fast forward, you find out you're pregnant and know who the father is, and it isn't your bf. you don't tell him, and let him think it's is. Steve/Ari is smug as hell watching you grow his child, while your boyfriend/his best friend gets all lovesick about his baby and the future ahead of you two as a couple.

Steve/Ari supports you all the way through too. filling in for your bf at appointments (he takes up more work for your child), and not correcting strangers when they say congrats to the two of you. he drops by some nights too, eager to get his hands on your body, feel you all over, help with all those hormones while your bf is working long, tiring hours.

this affair stretches all the way to the child's due date, and after the birth is when you finally end the affair, only begrudgingly accepting his money. you may have ended the months-long infidelity, but you'll never escape him bc he's your child's godfather, and still your boyfriend's best friend.

me thinks... one night when your kid is off at your parents, you and your bf plan a date, and guess who shows up !! oh, but he's sulking about a 'broken heart' which is absolute bullshit and you know it. your bf falls for it so easily and invites Steve/Ari in, comforting his best friend about the girl he never knew he was dating: "she wanted to keep us private. she was scared of what people would think." it's so painfully obvious he's talking about you, going on and on about how this girl changed his life, and stole his heart before shattering it to pieces.

he ends up spending the night and takes the guest bedroom. your bf doesn't let you lock the door, "why would you need to do that?" and you can't answer that so you just go to sleep.

and well... Steve/Ari makes his presence known a few hours later, waking you up with his head between your thighs and a sick smirk, "you thought you could get away from me, baby? I own you." you immediately call for your boyfriend, even reaching over to tap him while trying to kick Steve/Ari away but it's all useless. He's is too strong and your boyfriend lies there, knocked out. "Wipe that look off your face, he isn't dead. But he won't be waking up anytime soon. Which means your real daddy has you all to himself."

UHM FIC ?? 🌚 PLS TELL ME IF YOU WOULD READ THIS BC I AM SO INTO IT also, i don't know which dark daddy to choose 🫡🫡

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hi!! I scrolled through your page and I thought that these matches and headcanons were a cool idea, and I wanted to give it a try! My name is Cam, and I'm asking for a match up for ATLA and TLOK

Prounous: She/Her

Sexuality: Lesbian

Zodiac: Scorpio sun. Aries moon

Apperance: 5'3, curly auburn hair with lots of freckles and green eyes. Muscular, but not too bulky, weigh around 119lbs.

Personality: Awkward but very social, even though I rarely talk. Not embarrassed to do anything, though never go out of my way to do anything embarrassing. Super lovey dovey to my female friends, with my male friends I'm pretty mean. Masc lesbian, I dont sweeten things but people say I don't "speak mean" idk.

Likes: Spicy food, Motorcross, Horses (!), farming, being outside on hikes, working out to build strength and muscle. I also enjoy drawing and being creative.

Dislikes: People being too sensitive, faux philosophers, liars, and dramatic people.

Hobbies: Horseback riding, drawing/painting, and I volunteer at my local firefighting station

Hi Cam! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. I hope you like your matchups!

In Avatar: The Last Airbender, I match you with...

Neither you nor Toph have much patience for sensitive people, and I think that would draw you to each other initially. You just get each other.

Since neither of you are easily embarrassed, you’ve got a very open and free relationship. You do what you want, when you want and don’t shy away from “awkward” conversations.

There are going to be a lot of dinner dates to places that serve spicy food. I see Toph as someone who likes testing her limits, so she definitely goes for the super spicy dishes.

Hiking is also a must in your relationship. Toph enjoys being able to connect with nature and spend quality time with you. It’s also a good workout depending on how long or hard the hike is.

Despite her usual demeanour, I think Toph does enjoy quiet time, especially around you. It’s a nice break from her usual energy and she gets to let her guard down a bit.

In Legend of Korra, I match you with...

Okay, since you can be lovey dovey, I think you’d get along really well with Korra. She might seem tough at first, but she loves affection just as much as you do.

Not sweetening your words can sometimes lead to arguments with her but at the end of the day, Korra really appreciates your honesty. It’s much better to know where your partner stands than be constantly guessing.

I think Korra would enjoy volunteering at the fire station as well. It can be hard work but she always feels good after it, helping out in all the ways she can, both as the Avatar and a normal citizen.

Working out together is a must. Korra always finds she works harder when she’s got someone to train with and she enjoys being able to spend the time with you.

She would definitely be fully into motocross! It just seems like her type of fun and she’d love to go with you to races when you’re both free.