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[viajeenmoto]

Las motos más impresionantes de los rallies: Diseños innovadores y motores potentes

Desde los polvorientos desiertos de Dakar hasta el traicionero terreno de Baja California, el mundo de los rallies de motos todoterreno ha dado lugar a algunos de los diseños de motocicletas más impresionantes e innovadores. Estas máquinas no sólo están construidas para soportar condiciones extremas, sino también para ofrecer un rendimiento excepcional en terrenos difíciles. En este artículo, echaremos un vistazo a algunas de las motocicletas de rally más impresionantes, sus innovadores diseños y los potentes motores que las impulsan a la victoria.

KTM 450 Rally Réplica de Fábrica

El fabricante austriaco de motocicletas KTM ha sido una fuerza dominante en las carreras de rallies durante décadas, con numerosas victorias en rallies famosos como el Rally Dakar. La KTM 450 Rally Factory Replica es un testimonio de su experiencia en este campo. Esta motocicleta está diseñada para ser ligera y ágil, con un potente motor mono cilíndrico de 450 cc que ofrece un rendimiento impresionante.

El diseño de la moto cuenta con una carrocería de fibra de carbono y compuesto reforzado con Kevlar, lo que le confiere una resistencia y durabilidad excepcionales a la vez que minimiza el peso. El avanzado sistema de suspensión WP garantiza una excelente maniobrabilidad y estabilidad en terrenos abruptos, y la torreta de navegación ofrece una solución integral para los requisitos de las carreras de rally.

Honda CRF450 Rally

Honda tiene una rica historia en carreras off-road, y la CRF450 Rally es la encarnación de su experiencia. Esta motocicleta se ha diseñado específicamente para las carreras de rally, centrándose en la durabilidad, la fiabilidad y el rendimiento. El motor monocilíndrico de 449cc está afinado para las carreras de rally, proporcionando una amplia potencia y par motor para afrontar terrenos difíciles.

La CRF450 Rally cuenta con un avanzado sistema de suspensión Showa, un ligero bastidor de aluminio y una transmisión de 6 velocidades. La carrocería está diseñada para ser aerodinámica y protectora, con un distintivo carenado delantero que alberga un potente sistema de iluminación LED para las carreras nocturnas. La torreta de navegación está totalmente integrada y ofrece una solución perfecta para el equipamiento específico de rally.

Yamaha WR450F Rally

La WR450F Rally de Yamaha es una máquina de rally especialmente diseñada que combina el rendimiento probado de la moto de enduro WR450F con modificaciones específicas para rally. El motor monocilíndrico de 450 cc ofrece una gran potencia y par motor, lo que la hace idónea para las duras condiciones de los rallyes todoterreno.

La motocicleta cuenta con un robusto bastidor de aluminio y un sistema de suspensión KYB totalmente ajustable, que proporciona una excelente manejabilidad y estabilidad en terrenos abruptos. La carrocería de la moto está diseñada para ser duradera y aerodinámica, con un carenado delantero específico para rally que alberga un potente sistema de iluminación LED. La torre de navegación está diseñada para alojar fácilmente todo el equipamiento necesario para las carreras de rally.

Husqvarna FR 450 Rally

El fabricante sueco de motocicletas Husqvarna tiene una larga historia de éxitos en carreras off-road, y la FR 450 Rally es su última oferta en el segmento de las carreras de rally. La motocicleta está construida en torno a un potente motor mono cilíndrico de 450 cc que ofrece un rendimiento excepcional en terrenos difíciles.

La FR 450 Rally incorpora un ligero subchasis de fibra de carbono compuesta, que proporciona una excelente resistencia y durabilidad al tiempo que minimiza el peso. El avanzado sistema de suspensión WP de la moto garantiza una maniobrabilidad y estabilidad soberbias en terrenos abruptos, y la torre de navegación está diseñada para alojar todo el equipamiento de rally necesario. La carrocería es a la vez aerodinámica y robusta, con un distintivo carenado delantero que alberga un potente sistema de iluminación LED para las carreras nocturnas.

En conclusión, el mundo de las carreras de rally todoterreno ha dado lugar a algunos diseños de motocicletas realmente impresionantes, que cuentan con una ingeniería innovadora y potentes motores. La KTM 450 Rally Factory Replica, la Honda CRF450 Rally, la Yamaha WR450F Rally y la Husqvarna FR 450 Rally son excelentes ejemplos de la tecnología de vanguardia y el rendimiento que se puede encontrar en estas máquinas. Estas motos no sólo están construidas para conquistar los terrenos más desafiantes de la Tierra, sino también para inspirar asombro tanto en los pilotos como en los espectadores.

Originally published at on https://viajeenmoto.com.ar April 15, 2023.

[boarloved-art]

i like the car movies a lot.......

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

What a difference 70 years makes juxtaposition of Porsche 356 S Cabriolet, 1952 & Porsche 911 Carrera S Cabriolet, 2022. To commemorate the company’s successful entry into the Carrera Panamericana Porsche Latin America and Porsche Mexico have created a special one-off that matches the appearance of the race car from the 1950s. It has been finished in Gentian blue with wheels also in blue with grey centres like the original. The brake callipers are painted black and roundels bearing the number 11 added to the sides of the car. The car has been presented ahead of the 35th running of the “modern” Carrera Panamericana. The one-off 911 will be auctioned with the proceeds going to charity

[w-smyths-porscheworld-21]

911 Dakar

[sonsofks]

¡Aventuras Off-Road sin Límites! Dakar Desert Rally Lanza su "USA Tour Update"

ALa Actualización del Tour en EE. UU. Agrega Emoción a las Carreras en PC y Consolas ¡Prepárate para un viaje trepidante a través de los terrenos más salvajes de América! La actualización ���USA Tour” de Dakar Desert Rally, el apasionante juego de carreras de rally de mundo abierto de Saber Interactive, está aquí para llevarte a nuevas alturas. Con un mapa expansivo, rallys emocionantes y eventos…

[you-have-a-metal-arm]

TRUST

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Slight shading of smut, fluff, and spice ✨

Summary: You wanted to play a little instagram trend to Bucky, where you ask to drive his car. And his answer leaves you speechless.

Authors Note: Please do not copy or translate my work. English is not my first language, so please understand grammar or spelling mistakes.

This was in my notes app for a long time, hope you enjoy.

Bucky had been waiting for this night longer than he cared to admit. After weeks away on a mission, all he could think about was you-your laugh, the way you looked at him like he was your whole world, and the way you fit perfectly into his arms. When he finally pulled up to your place in his brand-new Porsche Carrera 119, everything felt right again.

The sleek black car gleamed under the streetlights, purring softly as Bucky brought it to a stop. He watched as you stepped out of your apartment, looking like something out of his dreams, and his breath caught in his throat. No matter how many times he saw you, you always managed to take his breath away. With a wide grin, he hopped out of the car, quickly making his way around to open the door for you.

"Hey, gorgeous," he murmured, his voice deep and full of warmth as he took your hand, helping you into the car.

You flashed him that smile that made his world light up, and Bucky felt a surge of warmth in his chest. He might have been an old soul, but the way you made him feel was entirely new-like he was falling in love for the first time all over again.

The night was perfect. Dinner at a cozy little restaurant where the two of you could just be yourselves, followed by a slow walk along the waterfront. The city was alive around you, but all Bucky cared about was the sound of your voice and the feel of your hand in his. After weeks of missions, close calls, and constant vigilance, this was what he needed—a night where he could just be with you.

As the evening wound down, Bucky led you back to the Porsche, his hand resting comfortably on the small of your back. He moved to open the passenger door for you, but before you could get in, a playful thought crossed your mind. You'd seen a trend on Instagram-a silly challenge where you ask your partner to let you drive their car, just to see if they trust you. You knew Bucky loved this car, and you were certain he'd laugh it off, maybe tease you a little before getting behind the wheel himself.

But as you looked up at him with a mischievous smile, you couldn't resist asking.

"Hey, Bucky," you began, biting your lip. "Mind if I drive?"

You expected him to hesitate, to make a joke about how much he loved the car, but instead, Bucky just raised an eyebrow and handed you the keys without a second thought, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Sure, doll," he said smoothly, his voice low and confident. "It's all yours."

You blinked, surprised, the keys now in your hand.

You thought he might change his mind, but instead, Bucky just walked around to the passenger side, sliding in with that easy confidence that always made your heart skip a beat.

With a mix of excitement and nerves, you settled into the driver's seat, adjusting the mirrors and taking a deep breath. You could feel Bucky's eyes on you, watching with that familiar intensity that always made you feel like the most important person in the world. His hand found its way to your thigh, fingers gently squeezing, sending a rush of warmth through you.

"Just don't wreck it, sweetheart," he teased, though his tone was more playful than serious.

You laughed, easing the car onto the road, the engine responding smoothly to your touch. But even as you drove, Bucky's hand remained on your thigh, his fingers slowly, deliberately tracing patterns on your skin. The touch was light, teasing, but enough to send shivers up your spine.

"You're doing great," Bucky murmured, his voice lower now, edged with something that made your pulse quicken. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "I love watching you take control."

His words sent a thrill through you, but it was his hand, sliding just a little higher up your thigh, that made you suck in a sharp breath. The road was suddenly harder to focus on with the way he was touching you, the heat of his hand seeping through your clothes, igniting a fire low in your belly.

"Bucky," you breathed, trying to sound composed, but the way he was looking at you-like he was ready to devour you-made it difficult to concentrate.

"Yeah?" he responded, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, his touch both possessive and teasing. "Something distracting you?"

You shot him a quick glance, catching the smirk on his lips, the way his eyes had darkened with that familiar heat that made your stomach flutter. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was enjoying every second of it.

"Nothing I can't handle," you managed to say, though your voice wavered, betraying the effect he was having on you.

He chuckled softly, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down your spine. "That's my girl."

The drive felt like it stretched on forever, Bucky's hand never leaving your thigh, his fingers exploring, teasing, driving you to distraction. The hum of the engine, the cool night air, the city lights—all of it blurred together as you focused on the heat of his touch, the way it was making your pulse race, your skin tingle with anticipation.

By the time you pulled up to the Avengers HQ, your heart was pounding, your body humming with the tension he'd so expertly built. You put the car in park, taking a moment to catch your breath before turning to face him.

Bucky was already watching you, his eyes dark and full of something that made your breath catch.

Without a word, he reached out, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing gently over your skin, sending another jolt of electricity through you.

"You did amazing, doll," he said softly, his voice rich with affection, but there was an edge to it now-a hunger that made your pulse quicken.

Before you could respond, Bucky leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle. His lips moved against yours with a possessive hunger, one hand sliding into your hair, the other tightening its grip on your thigh. The kiss was deep, demanding, leaving you breathless as his tongue teased yours, pulling you into a rhythm that made your head spin.

When he finally pulled back, his lips were still brushing against yours, his breath hot against your skin. "I trust you, Y/N," he whispered, his voice rough, laced with a promise that made your heart race. "More than anything."

The sincerity in his words made your chest tighten, but there was no time to dwell on it as he leaned in again, his mouth finding yours with a fervor that left you dizzy. His hand slid higher, fingers digging into your thigh, making you gasp into his mouth as he deepened the kiss.

There was something intoxicating about the way he kissed you-like he was trying to pour every ounce of emotion he had into it, his lips, his touch, telling you everything words couldn't. When he finally pulled away, you were breathless, your heart pounding in your chest as he pressed his forehead to yours, his eyes closed, his breathing ragged.

"I trust you with everything, doll," he murmured, his voice soft but full of emotion. "And I'm never letting you go."

You smiled, feeling your heart swell with affection and something deeper, something that felt like it had been there all along, just waiting to be

acknowledged. As you sat there in the dim light of the HQ's parking lot, his hand still resting on your thigh, you knew that this was just the beginning of many more moments like this-each one filled with love, passion, and a trust that would only grow stronger with time.

And with Bucky by your side, you knew you were ready for whatever came next.

[cakesunflower]

lovelorn (and nobody knows) [rafe cameron au fic] chapter 3

Summary: Isla Carrera had planned for the summer before college to be focused on three things: helping out at her family’s restaurant (the helpful daughter), preparing for college (the good student), and having fun with the Pogues (the loyal friend). But one fateful night, where her car breaks down and her rescuer is none other than Rafe Cameron, seems to send her summer down a path she didn’t see coming–one teeming with a secret, illicit romance with the last person she expected. And if her friends and sister found out, Isla isn’t sure they’ll be so understanding, no matter what her feelings are.

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

A/N: wowie haven't posted in a hot minute - so sorry about that. posting this now in case anyone still wants to read it -- and if you do, let me know and i'll keep updating. also, do you guys prefer to read this here, or would it be easier to read on AO3?

Chapter 3

Isla is drunk.

Not totally off-her-ass, slurring her words type of drunk. But the easy going kind of drunk, where she’s got a lazy smile on her face, has lost some of her mild introverted tendencies, and is happily dancing with her girls without a care in the world. JJ’s playlist curated specifically for Boneyard parties has everyone on their feet, the sea breeze cooling her skin as she moves. 

When her cup is once again empty, she lifts it at her friends, tapping it with her finger. “’Nother refill.”

This time, she does stumble a little as she makes her way to the kegs, weaving around the partygoers. “Heya, Jimmy,” she smiles at one of the guys behind the kegs. “Can I get—”

“COPS!”

Isla freezes, eyes widening as Jimmy and the guy next to him immediately bolt—along with everyone else around her. “Uhm—” She stands frozen even though she knows she should move. Almost everyone here is underage, which is why there’s a commotion of her peers scattering to get as far as they possibly can before the police roll up. And Isla needs to be one of them, given that she’s eighteen.

She turns, her gaze darting as she blinks away any blurriness from her drinks. The cacophony of the waves crashing mixing with the sudden rowdiness of the crowd dispersing has Isla’s heartbeat picking up the pace quickly, pounding in her chest as she takes a couple of steps forward, trying to catch sight of her friends. But everyone is making a break for it, the faces blurring together, but that doesn’t stop her from trying to spot them, doing a quick three-sixty spin in hopes of finding them.

“Kie?!” she shouts, though her voice is drowned out.

But the sounds of the approaching sirens aren't drowned out, and Isla’s eyes widen as she realizes the cops are getting close, inhaling sharply because she’s quickly coming to the conclusion that she’s gonna have to get out of here without her friends. “Fuck, fuck,” she hisses before finally kicking her ass into gear. God, if she gets arrested for underage drinking, her parents are going to make her clean the bathrooms at the restaurant for the rest of her life.

“Go, go, go!”

“Let’s get out of here!”

“Cops are comin’, man!”

Everyone is clamoring around her and through her pounding heart, Isla tries to make her way off the Boneyard, even as she tries to catch sight of her friends. They’re not where she had left them. Maybe they’re already gone? She can’t stop to check her phone as she breaks into a jog, the sounds of sirens growing louder and louder by the second as she tries not to get shoved and bumped into by others.

When she makes it out onto the road, she sees people getting into cars, hears doors slamming and engines revving, but she can’t spot John B’s van anywhere. “Shit, shit, shit,” she curses, panting as she figures that she’s probably going to have to get out of here on foot, hopefully make it to the Chateau without getting picked up by the cops.

The panic has made her sober, so with a sharp inhale, she begins running down the road, opposite of the way the cops are coming. She’ll cut around, go through the dirt path back onto the main road and head to John B’s house. Hopefully they’re still driving and can pick her up on the way or something, because she can’t linger around here any longer.

She barely makes it twenty running steps when a rumble sounds next to her, and Isla glances over to see a motorcycle halting to a stop next to her. “Get on,” Rafe demands, helmetless as his blue eyes lock on hers.

This time, Isla doesn’t show any signs of hesitation. Hands on his shoulders, she hoists herself up on the bike behind him and as soon as her arms are secure around his waist, he takes off. The purr of his Ducati is lost in the wind howling past them as Rafe speeds down the road, creating more and more distance between them and the Boneyard.

Her thundering heart slows down some as Rafe Cameron comes to her rescue a third damn time, the wind flying through her hair as she peers over Rafe’s shoulder. There are a few more cars on the road but Rafe moves around them with ease, and Isla has stopped her thoughts from spinning too much to tell him over the howling wind, “I need to go to the Chateau!”

She swears she hears him scoff before he calls back, “Your wish is my command.”

Isla rolls her eyes but doesn’t respond, squinting a little as the wind hits her face. The desperation of getting away from the cops had them forgoing the helmets, but Isla doesn’t mind, even as her eyes water a little. Her gaze shifts to him, watching the way the breeze dances through his dirty blonde hair, how firm his arms look as he grips the handles of the motorcycle, exposed thanks to the short sleeved shirt he’s got on. Instead of admiring the world passing by them, Isla’s eyes are fixed on Rafe—on the sharp curve of his jaw, the warmth of his body seeping into hers, his tight grip on the handles.

She presses her tongue to the back of her teeth, squeezing her eyes shut as she shakes her head as if she’s trying to shake those thoughts of Rafe out of her head. In two short days, the universe has thrown her to him three times already—four if she counts him coming into The Wreck earlier today—and Isla isn’t sure how she’s supposed to take it. Outer Banks is a small island, she’s run into Rafe plenty of times before, but for some reason these last few times have felt different in a way she can’t quite explain. Truth be told, Rafe can be intimidating as hell when he wants to be—she’s seen him pull out that talent plenty of times against John B, Pope, and JJ—but it had been absent these last two days. 

Since the Boneyard isn’t too far from the Chateau, they arrive pretty soon, and before Isla can even say anything, Rafe stops the bike some distance away from the front door of John B’s house. No one can see her arrive with Rafe, which is good because she can see the Twink is parked in the makeshift driveway. 

“Thanks again,” Isla says as she gets off the bike, running her fingers through her wind swept hair to tame it.

Rafe leans back where he sits, watching her with that half smirk appearing on his face. “That’s three times I’ve saved your ass, Isla.”

She narrows her eyes at him. “I become a lot less grateful when you keep count.” She’s kind of proud of herself for that one, actually.

His blue eyes glint against the lights of the Chateau, the shadows across his face sharpening his features. “You’ll be even less grateful when I come to collect my favors.”

She blinks at him, bewildered. “I’m sorry—your favors?”

Rafe quirks an eyebrow, tilting his head. She knows he’s mocking her, and it’s irritating as all hell, but it also stirs something low in her belly. “You didn’t think I helped you out for free, did you?”

A disbelieving scoff escapes her, jaw dropping in incredulity. “You said they were your good deeds!”

He hums thoughtfully. “The first one was, sure. But I changed my mind about the other two. If you were under the impression that I’m a good person, that’s on you, sweetheart.”

Fire pools in her cheeks, and the most annoying part is she’s not sure if it’s because of his condescending tone or that damn term of endearment. Crossing her arms over her chest, Isla snaps, “Trust me, I was never under that impression.”

Rafe’s smirk widens, something flashing in his eyes that Isla can’t quite make out. “Atta girl,” he praises, once again gripping the handles of the bike. He nods at the house. “Now get inside.”

Isla rolls her eyes but begins walking backwards. His gaze is fixed on her as she presses a hand to her chest and quips, “Careful, Cameron, or I’ll start thinking you care about me.”

He raises an eyebrow. “In your dreams, Carrera.”

She sticks her tongue out and points her finger into her mouth, mock gagging, and it pulls a low chuckle from him in response. Arms crossed over her chest, she turns and walks towards the screened-in front porch of the Chateau, a little relieved when she hears this bike’s engine followed by the tires rushing along the gravel as he rides away.

The lights in the house are on as she approaches it, pulling her phone out of her pocket and cringing slightly at the multiple texts and missed calls she got from her friends. As she walks up the front steps, she can hear their chatter inside, loud and lively as always, and is immediately spotted by Cleo sitting on the couch on the porch.

“There you are!” she exclaims, her words only slightly slurred as she sits up.

All gazes instantly swing to Isla as she opens the screen door, the hinges creaking as her gaze meets Kie’s. “I’m good,” she assures, first and foremost, as the door shuts behind her. 

“Isla, I’m so sorry we took off without you,” John B says, his tone as apologetic as his expression where he sits on the chair, Sarah on his lap. Her friends look more sober now—running from the cops will do that—as they lay spread out on the various chairs of the porch. “We tried to look for you, but—”

“Don’t worry about it, John B,” Isla tells him with a smile. She doesn’t fault them at all for leaving when the cops showed up. “Made it out in one piece,” she adds, grabbing the last vacant chair and spinning it until she’s straddling it.

Kie, who sits crossed legged on the floor next to JJ, leaning against the walls, frowns at Isla. “How’d you get here?”

“Hitched a ride.” She glances at JJ and—definitely so her friends don’t ask her to elaborate about who gave her a ride—quickly adds, “Is he okay?”

“Pretty sure he’s asleep,” Kie answers with a roll of her eyes as she reaches for the brim of JJ’s baseball cap, which covers the top half of his face. He sits with his head leaned back, mouth slightly agape, and when Kie lifts the brim of the cap, JJ’s eyes are no doubt closed, his arms lazily crossed. With a snort, she adds, “He was definitely the host with the most tonight.”

“Got his mind off things, at least,” Sarah muses, her fingers idly playing with John B’s brown hair. In a softer tone, she asks, “You think he’s gonna be okay?”

“Yeah, he’s staying here. Dad and I’ll keep an eye on him,” John B says, rubbing Sarah’s thigh.

“And make sure he doesn’t get fired from the country club,” Pope adds with a raise of his eyebrows.

Kie scoffs, shaking her head as she raises her eyebrows at the rest of them. “We all agree that that’s the worst place for him to work at, right?” she asks in that knowing tone. “Right there, with all those Kooks?”

Isla dips her chin in agreement as John B shrugs. “He says it’s good pay.”

“As long as he doesn’t get fired,” Pope repeats pointedly.

Cleo smacks his chest, shooting him a glare that doesn’t carry too much heat. “Stop being so negative. Have a little faith.”

He flicks her nose in response, which pulls a grin from Cleo because Pope has always been the only one to break through her tough exterior. Opposite of Isla, Sarah says, “You guys, I wanna throw a party.”

Isla quirks an eyebrow, smirking slightly. “After the cops just crashed the one we were at?”

Sarah shrugs, grinning. “My dad and Rose are going to the Bahamas for the week. It’d be the perfect time to commemorate the start of summer.” Afterall, what’s summer without one party after another?

Pope gives an exaggerated shiver. “You want us to go over to Kooklandia?” 

Sarah rolls her hazel eyes, though her smile remains. “It’ll be mostly Pogues, but yeah, maybe some old Kook friends of mine.” She shrugs and gives a slight apologetic smile. “And Rafe’s probably gonna invite his friends, but I’ll tell him there’s a limit.”

Isla isn’t sure what to make of the way her breath seems to seize for a moment when Sarah mentions her brother, feeling her entire body go tense as Rafe’s face flashes through her mind. She presses her tongue to the roof of her mouth, looking down as her fingers play with the thread bracelet on her wrist—a yellow one that matches with Kie’s red, Sarah’s blue, and Cleo’s green. What are the odds she won’t run into Rafe at his own house? Unlikely, but she can hope.

“I’m down,” John B says, giving Sarah that love-sick, puppy dog look he only wears for his girlfriend. He shoots the rest of them an easy grin. “It’ll be a grand ole’ time.”

Kie points at him and Pope, raising her eyebrows in warning. “No fighting with the Kooks.”

John B’s grin widens, turning into a shit-eating smile that only means trouble. “Only if they start it.”

A couple hours later, Isla and her sister decide to head home, hopping into Kie’s Jeep. As Kie drives them home, a song by Cage the Elephant playing lowly through the car, Kie asks, “Seriously—who gave you a ride to John B’s?”

Isla tenses slightly, though she doesn’t tear her gaze away from the window. “Got a ride from one of the Tourons,” she fibs. “You know—the one who can’t stop flirting with me,” she adds with a cheeky grin towards Kie.

Kie snorts out a laugh. “You must’ve made his night. He’s been trying to hook up with you since we were fifteen.”

Isla chuckles, shaking her head. “He only gave me a ride, nothing else.”

She mentally high fives herself for thinking of that guy as her scapegoat—Riley, she recalls his name. He’s been summering in the Outer Banks with his family since he was fifteen, which was the same summer he met Isla. He gives her major love sick puppy vibes—kind of like John B—but harmless and never really demands anything of her. She’s sure he forgets all about her when he goes back home to Chicago.

“Just put the guy out of his misery,” Kie snickers as they cross the bridge that connects the Cut and Figure Eight. She looks over at Isla, the window down and breeze blowing through their hair, as she rests her elbow on the windowsill and asks, “When was the last time you hooked up with someone?”

Isla’s jaw drops, laughing. “None of your business.”

Kie smirks. “You’re deflecting,” she sing-songs

Isla arches an eyebrow. “When are you and JJ gonna admit your feelings for each other?”

A protesting sound escapes Kie and Isla has to suppress her laugh when Kie throws her an incredulous look. “What the hell—”

“Oh, who are you trying to kid, Kie?” Isla groans, throwing her head back. “I’m your sister. You think I don’t see how you make googly eyes at JJ?”

Kie rolls her eyes. “I have never made googly eyes at anyone.” 

But Isla can see her blushing, and it only widens Isla’s grin. “Yeah, that’s what you think,” she says with a snort, laughing when her sister shoves her playfully.

“I’ll tell JJ how I feel when you get a boyfriend,” Kie shoots back.

This time it’s Isla’s turn to roll her eyes. “I have no interest in dating anyone this summer.” It’s the last summer before college—she just wants to have fun with her friends before starting this new chapter, even though she plans to go to college nearby. Her grin returns. “At least you admitted you have feelings for JJ.”

Kie sighs. “I hate you.”

Isla blows her a kiss. “Love you, too.”

[transformersrvoid]

Racing Partner

(Mirage x Reader)

Synopsis: You're a racer and every time you race there is one opponent in particular that never fails to capture your attention- and whoop your ass at the same time. Although nobody knows who the racer is.

Warnings: None, bad writing perhaps

It was here once again, the only one other person who could give you a run for your money. That same silver-coloured vehicle you’d seen countless times before gradually pulling up to the raceway, dim streetlights barely illuminated the blue stripe down the center of it, window tint a little too dark to view the racer within.

Having rolled the windows of your own vehicle down you gave your opponent a loud whistle, lips curling into an excited smile.

Whoever drove the Porsche Carrera easily reflected your excitement with a loud rev, the darkened windows rolling down only an inch as music loudly blared out from within the vehicle. Year-old American hip-hop tricked out the window as an all too familiar tune from Salt’n Pepa’s shoop played, the song itself having you bobbing your head along to the song for a second.

“Oh, I’m going to wipe the pavement with you this time.” Your smile shifted into a grin upon stating that, the engine of your own vehicle revving in tandem with your opponent.

Returning your attention to the road ahead your fingers curled around the plush-covered steering wheel tightly, eyes watching as a flag was raised- then dropped in the same instance. Your foot slamming down onto the gas sending the car rocketing forward, your opponent doing to same.

So say your heart was hammering against your chest would be an understatement, the thrill of a race was always something that got the adrenaline pumping- that and the addition of your favorite competitor? Even better.

No matter how many times you’d raced the silver Porsche, you’d never met the driver- although that didn’t stop you both from having your fun. The mystery behind the driver seemed like something that kept you entertained, excitement rising quickly each time it showed up despite knowing your chances of talking to them were slim to none.

The mystery is what kept things fun, but you’d be lying if you weren’t desperate to meet the crazy driver.

Glancing towards your side mirror your lips twitched up a bit upon seeing the Porsche’s nose falling back, the headlights nearly coming into view before it’d taken a sharp right. Your eyes couldn’t help but follow as it seemingly took a different route than the designated track.

Returning your attention to the road ahead your foot pressed harder onto the gas, hand pushing and pulling the gear stick in tune with pushing and releasing the clutch.

Continuing on your own route your eyes took in the finish line, the ending of the track having been made in a drained water reserve, curved walls lined the entire perimeter and you never gave it a second thought had a set of headlights not shot out from the top of the reserve.

Unable to hold back the laugh in disbelief you watched your opponent speedily race down the side wall, its tires coming to a screeching halt as it’d passed the finish line before you had.

Stepping on your own breaks once the race was open you’d popped out of your car trailing over towards the Porsche, hands raising to give the driver around of applause. “Damn, that was- fucking sick.”

At your words, the vehicle revved once more.

“Same time next week?” Despite knowing you wouldn’t get a verbal response yet another rev met your ears; a smile quickly making its way onto your lips as you watched it begin pulling out of the crowded area.

A few days after your race, you found yourself pulling into a local grocery store; eyes lighting up at the sight of a familiar blue-striped vehicle parked off to the side. Creeping up your own vehicle to park beside it you popped out of the driver, eyes trailing across the glossy surface confirming with yourself that it was the same car.

“Damn.” Leaning against the side of your own car while still taking in the other your eyes drifted up at the sound of someone approaching, the sight of a man carrying a few bags drew closer till eventually, you realized he’d stopped by the driver's side. “Excuse me?”

Noting that you’d caught his attention you spoke once more, “This your car?”

“Oh uh yeah it is.”

“You go to Rally Point?”

Hearing you ask that he couldn’t help but look confused for a second, a ‘no’ initially wanted to leave his lips before the driverside door opened smacking into him. “Yeah uh that’s where I go,” Holding back a groan at the impact of the metal door he nodded his head trying to play it off. “You go there too- right?”

There was some suspicion you had about the guy, however, some excitement overshadowed that suspicion. “I do, actually- damn it’s good to finally meet the guy who kicks my ass each time.”

Glancing towards the vehicle separating the both of you, he sucked in a breath. “Aha yeah,” Leaning over the hood a bit he held out a hand. “Noah.”

Taking his hand in your own you leaned over the hood as well, the edges of your lips quirking up. “(Y/N).” Giving your own name your hand fell from his, palm pressing against the hood of his car. “Some car you’ve got, what is the horsepower like? 3.8 or 3.9 litre? This is a Porsche, right? I’ve never seen that kind of logo before.” Unable to help yourself from spitting out questions you found yourself rounding the car a bit, fingers still trailing across the hood coming to rest on the crest upfront.

Waiting for an answer you seemed to snap out of whatever strange mood you were in, realizing how rude everything must’ve come across considering he had some groceries sitting at his feet.

“Shit, I’m sorry that’s a little rude of me- I’ll let you be on your way.” Pulling your hand away from the warm hood you spared Noah an apologetic smile.

“Oh no worries, I mean I guess uh I’ll see you next time.”

“Yeah for sure!” Excitedly hopping back into your own vehicle you’d spared him a quick wave, pulling out of the parking lot and onto the main stretch.

Waiting for you to fully leave Noah nearly threw his groceries into the backseat, practically slamming the door closed behind him. “The hell was that? Are you street racing now? I thought you were supposed to lay low?”

Without twisting the key, the car rumbled to life, the engine purring loudly as the needle of the radio began moving, another voice filling the interior. “What? I can’t help it- you’re so boring sometimes I gotta find myself some entertainment.”

“And that?” Noah raised a hand motioning towards where the now empty parking spot was. “What was that?”

“She was kinda hot, right?” Upon hearing no response the radio spoke once more. “Aw come on, gotta get the Energon pumping.”

“Mirage-” “Am I not allowed to have a life of my own? I thought you were my man- my compadre, my wingman- come on Noah.”

With a loud groan Noah shook his head, a mixture between a scoff and laugh left him in response.

“Fine. But if we- you get caught, you’re on your own.”

Once again, the crowds of the starting line welcomed you. Today you were merely there as a watcher instead of racer, however, when you’re eyes found the headlights of a familiar silver Porsche. This time around it parked farther away from the finish line and the driverside side door popped open, the man you’d met a day or so ago sparing you a wave.

Giving him a wave back you figured that’d be it for the interaction, but when he’d started approaching your interest grew a little.

“Hey so, I was thinking-” Trying to figure out how to say what he was thinking Noah mentally cussed out his vehicle for a second. “What if you took him for a spin.”

“You’re joking.”

The deadpanned look you gave his suggestion had him stumbling over his words for a minute, quickly trying to recollect himself. “Well we’ve been racing each other for a while, so I thought you’d maybe wanna take it for a spin?”

“And you’re serious?”

“Yeah yeah go and uh do what you’d usually do.”

It was strange for someone you’d just met to insist on you taking their car out for a spin- especially considering you were sure he paid an arm and a leg for it- however from the number of times you’d lost to the pair, you’d be stupid to not take up the offer.

Accepting the keys and trading your own to him you found yourself nestled within the plush leather driver's seat, a part of you feeling nervous about sitting in the vehicle while another part felt giddy- like a little girl getting her first Barbie.

Sucking in a breath you gave the ignition key a twist, the sound of the engine roaring to life right away had you grinning in excitement. The beginning notes of Nirvana’s smells like teen spirit quietly thrummed from the speakers, your hands coming to trace themselves across the leather wrapped tightly around the steering wheel.

“Damn, you’re something.”

The engine practically revved in response.

Putting the car into gear your foot tapped against the gas gradually bringing it towards the starting line. From the way Noah spoke, you assumed he was letting you take his spot in the race for today- which you had absolutely no problem doing.

With the drop of the flag, it had felt like the car started before you’d even pressed down on the gas.

Actually, scratch that- the car was moving, even without you pressing on the gas.

Despite your hands being firmly wrapped around the wheel it seemingly turned on it’s own, the vehicle veering off the main track speedily- however despite the strange circumstances you could only grow a smile in excitement.

The radio belted out K7’s most recent song ‘Come Baby Come’, all the while the windows gingerly rolled down.

Shifting against the seat you could feel the seatbelt tighten a little as the vehicle took a sharp left, the lights of the raceway coming back into view as a familiar slanted wall greeted your gaze. Nearly flying over the edge of it the car's tires screeched against the pavement, windows rolling back up as it came to a full stop.

Taking a moment to let your excitement wear off you unbuckled, fingers lingering across the steering wheel before coming to rest on the open door once you’d stepped out.

Scanning the crowd your eyes right away found Noah, the brunette having been leaning against your own vehicle awaiting your arrival. “Noah,” Calling out you jogged over motioning towards the Porsche. “That was sick- how were you driving that?”

At the mention of that Noah cursed internally, a hand was raised to rub the back of his neck while the other took back his keys. “Oh that, well it can be operated remotely- like an RC car, you know.” He let out a forced laugh adding on once again. “Put it together myself, I am a bit of a mechanic- sort of.”

“Honestly that's impressive.” Taking back your own vehicles keys as they were handed back you flashed him a smile, “Wanna trade cars again sometime?”

He gave an airy laugh at this, sweat trickling down the side of his face. “Maybe.”

Chatting a bit more the two of you inevitably swapped numbers before parting ways, it was exciting on your end not only to meet the driver of the Porsche but be able to ride in it yourself. The experience quite unique in itself and something you’d brought up the next few occasions that you’d decided to invite Noah out.

You thought he was a chill guy, a bit tense here and there but overall it seemed like there was a steady friendship beginning to form.

Inevitably he’d warmed up a bit and you’d taken a few drives together- however, during those drives, you couldn’t help but notice the difference in handling. A part of you began to doubt whether or not Noah was actually the person you raced frequently considering his overly courteous and jerky way of driving, a stark comparison to the smooth and speedy way your opponent drove.

Although maybe you were just overthinking it, it could’ve just been a different mindset on the track is all.

Having been in the garage working on some other projects Noah’s phone rang loudly, the noise halting the conversation he was having with his companion- who in turn questioned who it was nosily. “It’s (Y/N)- just, be quiet.” Holding a hand up to make sure nothing would be said in the background he pressed ‘answer’.

“Hey.”

“Hey Noah you at the garage right now?” With a quick confirmation, you continued. “My car has been acting up a bit lately and I need to get it checked- these other mechanics are trying to charge me an arm and a leg for it so I thought I’d just ask you.”

Behind the phone, Noah shook his head towards the nods and waves of his metallic companion, the guy mouthing a few words before answering you. “Yeah sure, I don’t mind taking a look.”

“Really? Ah thanks man, you’re the best- I’ll be there in ten.”

The phone connection cut out after that, Noah let out a loud sigh.

“This- this is my chance!”

Snapping up at the bots chipper voice he gave him a look, “Chance? No no no what do you mean chance?” Asking that loudly as to try and bring the bot back down to earth, blue optics stared down at him.

“Well her cars obviously busted- so,” With metallic digits, the bot motioned towards himself. “Who here is a car? Yours truly, and what other car is there to use while hers is being fixed?” Sensing that Noah would right away object to the idea he pressed his metal palms together in a sort of prayer. “Come on-”

“No, no way.”

“Noah, buddy, come on- I’ve helped you pick up girls? Just help a bot out here.”

Realizing that he was stuck there Noah let out a grumble, hands coming to run down the front of his face before pointing an accusing finger towards the bot. “Fine, but if anything goes wrong it’s on you- not me.”

“Roger that!”

A few minutes after the initial conversation you’d pulled up to the workshop, the tail end of your car emitting stiff grey clouds from the exhaust much to your clear dismay.

Having shared everything that’d been going wrong with the vehicle as of recently you found yourself leaning over its propped open hood, frustration was clearly evident on your face as Noah himself seemed perplexed at the different fixtures your engine had.

“Don’t you know anything about turbo engines? Doesn’t yours have one too?” As question after question flew from your lips Noah seemed more and more flustered at having to keep up this ruse- he knew cars yes, how to fix them- yes. But modifications specific to racing? Barely a clue.

Racking his brain for a way to avoid conflict he cleared his throat breaking you out of your train of thought. “Hey, why don’t you go for a drive or something? Clear your mind?” It was a reach but he’d hoped the prospect of taking his car out for another drive would be tempting.

Which it was.

“Fine. I’ll try not to be long.” Accepting the offer you snatch Noah’s keys and move off towards the silver Porsche you cracked open the door slipping inside. The plush seat much like before seemed to welcome you, an almost unnoticeable hum filling the cabin even before you started the vehicle.

With a twist of the key the engine rumbled to life, music filling the cabin much like before- had you not been fuming at the moment you might’ve asked what kind of mixtape Noah had and if you could swipe it one of these days.

Pulling out of the garage and onto the road your fingers clutched the steering wheel tightly, foot somewhat heavy on the gas as you muttered to yourself. “I just don’t understand how someone like that could know nothing about modifications but drive so- so well,” Beginning with that you scowled. “Must be cheating or something.”

As if those were the magic words, another voice cut in overtop of the music. “Nah nah, that was all me baby- Ain’t nobody a better driver.”

Your grip on the steering wheel slackened, skin paling a bit as your brain struggled to figure out what had just happened. There was no way this was happening.

“Well, the jig is up then,” The wheel was jerked out of your hands sharply, the car speeding up enough so that you’d slid fully back against the backrest. “About time honestly, Noah is such a drag sometimes- I need someone fun in my life.”

“Ya dig?”

Yet again there was no response from you, instead, just that same stunned silence as you tried to take in the situation. So Noah lied about this being a remotely operated car and it can talk- perfect, wow what a great way to start a friendship.

The car seemed to turn a few more times until it seemed to slow down as an empty loading bay came into view, turning to the side a bit the driverside door swung open- the seat practically pushing you out from within as a series of clicks and metal plates clanking into one another sounded.

Stiffly turning your head back to see what’d become of the former car your eyes ended up following the length of a humanoid form. Bits and pieces of the Porsche seemed to have deconstructed and reconstructed onto the vague shake of a person- or rather robot was your guess.

Something that had you both fascinated yet frightened in a perfect cacophony.

Noting the stunned expression on your face the bot gave a grin, metallic hands motioning towards himself. “What? Like what you see? So shocked that you can't speak? I gotcha.”

Sucking in a breath you ran your hands down your face for a second trying to recollect your thoughts and discern what exactly was happening. “I can’t comprehend what I see at the moment actually.”

Seeing the way you began to pace a little the bot crouched down, forearms leaning against the metal that made up his thighs. “It’s all good baby, take it all in- I’ve got all the time in the world.” Starting with that he then added on. “Names Mirage by the way, not that you would’ve found out any other way.”

At the introduction you nodded your head in understanding, your pacing came to a slow and you raised a hand pointing towards Mirage. “So you’re like- a robot? That can turn into a car?”

His expression seemed to brighten a bit at that, the bot folding his arms with a quick wave of his hand. “Sure if you want to be boring,” He’d unfolded them right after moving back to lean down to your height. “I’m an alien- well you’re also technically one to me too but you get the gist.”

Taking in that response you seemed to digest it quicker than the initial scare of things, your mind finally able to put together everything. “So you were the one I was racing this whole time?”

“You’ve got that right babe.”

Allowing everything to fully sink in you couldn’t help but let out a whistle, your gaze meeting with the glowing blue optics of Mirage. “Then you’re one hell of a driver.”

He seemed to thrive off that response, a quick wink being given before he shifted back into that familiar grey Porsche- popping open the driverside door.

“Right, you are again,”

“Now care for a ride hot stuff?”

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[starryblueeyesandstarryblueskies]

Second Choice | J.M.

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

Summary: You can’t be JJ’s second choice.

A/N: This is an extremely short blurb that I wrote in about 10 minutes and absolutely hate, but the writers block has been strong and I have to do something to get out of it. Based on the scene from Little Women if that isn’t obvious.

As I am an adult, all characters I write for are written as adults. Any minor characters will be aged up to the general range of their actor’s age.

Warnings: none, very much not proofread (I wrote this 5 minutes ago)

Word Count: 276 (I know I’m sorry)

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You knew JJ was in love with your cousin, Kiara. He had been for years. It was clear to anyone with eyes, except maybe Kie herself. The same way that JJ was the only one who didn’t see how you felt about him.

So when he came over and started flirting with you at the bonfire, it was fair to say you were confused. That is, until you saw the way he kept looking over his shoulder to see if Kie was watching.

“Little Carrera, you are looking mighty fine tonight.” He leaned in close, trying to put his arm around your shoulder, but you pulled away.

“Stop, JJ. You’re being mean.”

JJ looked at you confused. “How am I being mean?”

“Stop it.” You took another step back away from him. “I have been second to Kie my whole life, in everything and I will not be the person you settle for just because you cannot have her.”

“Y/N, that’s not-“

You cut him off before he could continue. “I won’t. I won’t do it. Not when I’ve spent my entire life loving you.”

You didn’t mean to let the words slip, but it was too late to take them back now. JJ just stared at you, mouth agape, brows furrowed. With a shrug and a shake of your head, you backed away from him, heading back down the path that led to the bonfire.

“Wait, Y/N, please!” JJ called after your retreating form. But by the time he had shaken off his haze, you had climbed on your bike and taken off down the road, too far gone to hear his pleas.

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Writing masterlist

[baocean]

SPRINGSTEEN - JJ MAYBANK

First of my country songs series, listen to the song!!! (Give country a chance, I’m begging you)

Summary: Seventeen years old or twenty-seven, it didn’t matter, you still loved JJ Maybank.

Warnings: none!

Pairing: JJ Maybank x touron!reader JJ Maybank x kook!reader

It had been almost ten years since you last saw him. You could still remember like it was yesterday, though. You were freshly seventeen and were spending the summer on the Banks with your family.

The first time he saw you was when he was passing your beach house in the Twinkie, along with his other friends. John B called a hello out the window and JJ turned his head to watch you play with your little cousins in the front yard until he couldn’t see you anymore.

You were stuck in his head like a piece of bubblegum. Sort of like the one you were popping in your mouth when he first drove by. He memorized the way you looked, the way your white top made your tan skin shine, how your cut off jeans made his fingers tingle. The Ray-bands that were stuck in your messy hair, fresh from the ocean. You were wearing flip flops and still, JJ couldn’t get enough.

He made up stupid reasons to take the Twinkie, drive it across town and down your street, hoping to get another glance at you.

When he did, he pulled onto the side of the road. You were getting out of your car, an iced coffee in one hand and a bouquet of flowers from the supermarket in the other. He thought you looked like a dream.

“Are you new?” He called out the window, swallowing the nerves. He felt like he was talking to a celebrity. Something told him he wouldn’t be as nervous to talk to an actual celeb as he was calling out for you.

“I’m here for the summer. Who are you?” You replied.

“JJ. Would you go to a party with me tonight?”

“Are you going to murder me after, JJ?”

The cute blonde sticking his head out of the Volkswagen Touran was grinning ear to ear at your response. He shook his head, then you smiled, too. You shrugged your shoulders and agreed.

“I’ll pick you up at seven. You’ll be here?” He yelled, smacking his head against the door, it made a loud sound from the metal of his rings.

“I’ll be here. See you tonight.” You smiled and turned to walk up the stairs to the front door.

Fourteen days later, you were pretty sure you had fallen in love. For the first time, you were feeling something like you could jump off a cliff and no matter what or where, JJ would be at the bottom to catch you. Maybe you were just being a silly teenager, but you were certain that’s what love felt like.

JJ would take you to the old shipyard and find a container to sit on and watch the ships sail out onto the ocean or take you to his friend Kiara’s restaurant where you would sit and talk as a date until Mr. Carrera forced you guys out.

At the end of everyday, he’d take his sweet time driving you home, taking the far way around the island. He’d make you so late your parents would be angry every time you got home. You didn’t care, neither did he.

“Don’t go.” You whined one night. Sitting in the Twinkie, in your driveway. It was the third week of summer, it was a hot and sticky night, the ac was blowing your hair in a way that made JJ think you looked like an angel. He gave you a sickly, sweet smile that made you want him to kiss you. You had only known JJ for three weeks but when he kissed you, it felt like it had been years. He kissed you so sweet, he put his hand on your cheek and pulled you over to sit closer to him. It was the best kiss of your life.

At twenty-seven, you still thought about him like the last time you saw him was the day before. You wondered if now, at twenty-seven, JJ would think about you too when he would hear a song from Bruce Springsteen. That summer, at eighteen, JJ was obsessed with him and Snoop Dog, saying he wanted to smoke like Snoop and sing like Bruce. He certainly smoked enough to run with Snoop Dog but you used to laugh and cover your ears when he sung along to the radio.

You were back in the Banks, in the same house on the same street, almost ten years later. The same family you were with the last time were there, except your father. When he died six months ago, he made you promise to start a tradition of making good use out the the house he paid an expensive mortgage for. So there you were, with the same cousins you used to play with in the front yard, now the same age as you were the last time.

When you saw him, he was driving by in a beat up, black Jeep. You were unloading things from your white BMW, the one you had been dreaming of buying since you graduated college from Clemson. He hit the breaks so hard the hodgepodge of items on his passenger seat went flying. You dropped your bags back into the backseat.

You almost couldn’t believe it was him. He was so handsome, the same blonde hair and pretty blue eyes, just all grown up. He let his arm hang out the side of his car as you walked over. You caught sight of your name, tattooed into his wrist. It had faded since you last saw it. He had gotten it a few weeks before you left that summer. You could remember the god awful look your mother gave you when she saw your name, tattooed on the pogue boys wrist as he shook her hand for the first time. You also remembered you didn’t care what she thought, all you could think about is that when he got it, you were holding his hand and he was telling you how much he loved you.

“Is that you, JJ Maybank?” You wrapped your fingers around the door handle and pulled it open, not thinking about what you were doing. You had guessed you just wanted to see him, all of him.

He smiled and it’s like you were sent back into time, the first time he smiled at you, in the same driveway. He nodded, stepping out the car that was still running. JJ needed to see you too, without a stupid door in the way. He wanted to see what ten years did to you.

He grew taller. Even at seventeen when sleeping at the Chateau, he would complain about not being able to rest because of his growing pains. He used to pull you into his body and tell you to kiss it better.

JJ thought you were even more beautiful than you were at seventeen. At eighteen, he thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world. At twenty-eight, he knew you were the most beautiful woman there was.

That night, he took you out to The Wreck, where Mr. Carrera greeted you, telling you all about Kiara’s successes in Australia. ‘Born in the USA’ played over the speakers in the restaurant. JJ sang along to the lyrics.

“You haven’t gotten any better at singing.” You laughed over the Bruce Springsteen song.

“Yea, I quit smoking too. So there goes both my dreams.” He shook his head, looking up at you through his blonde hair.

“What’s your dream now?” You head your head in your hands, watching him think. His eyebrows furrowed anytime he thought hard about something. You learned that about him early on.

“Move out of my apartment, I’m barely there anyway. Get a nice house on the water and surf a ton. Open up my own surfboard company. Probably marry you, too.”

He took you by surprise. You found yourself thinking the same thing, though. Time didn’t seem to matter when it came to you and JJ.

That summer, you spent any free time with JJ. When he bought the small warehouse to start his business, you were there when he signed the lease. The first surfboard he made was for you. When you got sick as a dog for a week, he was there. You learned how good JJ was at making chicken noodle soup.

Three years later, on the other side of town, the nicer side of town, JJ and you walked along the beach. Your house was just a few hundred feet down. It was a dark blue, with a wrap around pouch and had a hammock you laid in when the sun was setting.

Your boyfriend’s business took off, he was shipping surfboards across the world daily, with lots of orders waiting for him. Your career in marketing was taking off well.

He proposed to you three years after twenty-seven. On the beach your dark blue house rested on. With a ring he saved up his entire life for.

At seventeen, you thought that summer would be the last time you saw JJ. At thirty, you wanted to laugh and tell her she was a silly teenager. You wanted to tell her that her cliff jumping love was real, and it lasted.

…….

[argumentativeaxolotl]

Uhhh what I think the Cars 1 (humanized) characters listen to/music taste bc I’m tired and out of ideas and I’m bored lol:

Lightning McQueen:

I feel like he’d listen to Taylor Swift. He’s not a Swifty, just likes her music lol. I feel like he’d listen to a lot of 80’s-90’s rock and have the same sort of music taste as Star-Lord from Guardians Of The Galaxy. He probably likes a lot of YouTube songs that aren’t really on the radio.

Chick Hicks:

He 100% listens to rock n roll. I feel like he’d also like 80’s-90’s rock. He’d probably hear some country music and cringe before changing the station and start cringing at the 2000’s music. Chick 100% secretly listens to Kesha and ABBA and I will die on this hill. He appreciates Michael Jackson, worships him even.

Strip Weathers:

Bro is a country guy. I mean… c’mon. Look at him. Also he likes Lil Nas X. I headcanon that he’d enjoy My Chemical Romance though. I just think it would be funny as fuck if he and Cal were just going for a drive and;

Cal: Uncle Strip can we please listen to something other than Old Town Road??? It’s been on repeat for like three hours!

Strip: If it bugs you that much, sure. Let me change the station, kiddo.

*Black Parade Intensifies*

Cal: Emo music? Hard pass— Uncle Strip??

Strip: *gasps* I love this song! 🎶When I was, a young boy, my father took me into the city! To see a marching band!!🎶🎶🎶🗣️🗣️🗣️

Cal:

Cal: What the fuck??? What the actual fuck???

Doc Hudson:

Bro listens to classical music. I feel like he’d use this more as a front than anything or for when he’s working because it helps him focus. Otherwise he’d refuse to talk about or even listen to piano and violins. Idk about you but he gives me the vibes of someone who likes musicals and jingles from movies(Ghost Busters theme or the Jurassic Park main theme). Aside from that, he probably has a very picky taste in music and simply likes certain songs from certain artists.

Sally Carrera:

She likes all music. I feel like she wouldn’t care what plays as long as something is playing. But her favorite music is metal. I think this is funny for the same reason Strip liking MCR is funny.

Tow Mater:

He likes country as well idk what to say lol. I think he’d try to get Lightning into country then quickly find himself liking the same things Lightning does. Mater seems like the type of guy to try and show off the music he likes, fails, then likes everybody else’s music when they show him. He tries.

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Porsche 911 ‘Special Experimental Project,’ 2022. A pair of specially prepared 992 series 911 Carrera 4S cars have been tested on the slopes of the Ojos del Salado in Chile, the world's highest volcano. The cars reached a maximum altitude of 19,808 feet (6,007 meters). Modifications include a repositioned cooling system, portal axles and all-terrain tires to provide 350 mm (13.7 inches) of ground clearance, and lower gear ratios. The cars are also fitted with a Porsche Warp-Connector, originally conceived for motorsports. The device forms a mechanical link between all four wheels to keep them constantly under load when the chassis is undergoing extreme articulation. The cars were created purely for experimental purposes and are not prototypes for an off-road 911 though Porsche is still considering a "more adventurous" version of the car.

[goldvenuslvrs]

Love At First Injury

Summary: When Kiara went for a walk on the beach, she didn’t expect to meet the love of her life. she didn’t expect to get knocked off her feet by a volleyball either.

Pairing: Kiara Carrera x fem!plus sized!reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: meet cute, reader has hair long enough to tuck behind your ears, lowkey jjcleopope (if you read into it), kinda insta love/love at first sight (but they’re teenagers so it’s not that far fetched), kiara being kinda insecure

Author’s Note: round part of rewriting old imagines lol 

Never let it be said that Kiara Carrera didn’t absolutely adore her friends. 

However, as much as she loved them, she needed time away. There were plenty of ways that she chose to relax and catch her breath.

Surfing, of course.

She found that helping out at the Wreck certainly let her push her racing thoughts to the back of her mind for a little while. 

Her favourite way to relax was to simply walk up and down the length of the beach with a pair of earphones in and completely ignore the world for an hour or two.

In that one hour, she didn’t need to listen to John B try and convince her that his dad was still alive and still searching for the gold. She didn’t have to exert all her energy on pulling JJ away from his next fight or listening to Pope fret and agonise over the interview for his scholarship (which she thought was ridiculous because it’s Pope, he’s obviously going to get it!).

For just a few hours, she had a little respite from the chaos of her friends.

Although the volleyball flying directly towards her face seemed to have other plans regarding how her day would go, the unexpected force knocked her off her feet onto the sand and she watched the ball bounce off toward the main road. 

She would’ve been unbelievably pissed if it wasn’t for the girl running up to her, already spewing apologies. Her thoughts had violently shifted from ‘what the fuck’ to ‘oh my god, pretty girl’. She took the extended hand that the girl had offered and she couldn’t help but let her eyes briefly rake up and down her frame.

It wasn’t often that Kiara was unaware of how to react to something or someone but there was something about this girl that made her feel different in a way that the boys she’d been with before had never made her feel simply by looking at her. Before she could lose herself in comparing her past lovers to the girl in front of her, whose name she didn’t even know, she was pulled to her feet and now stood at almost eye-level with the girl.

“Hi,” You smiled and Kiara felt her legs go weak, “I’m really sorry about that.”

“Yeah, you’ve said,” She laughed, shaking her head in an attempt to regain a sliver of composure, “About a million times.”

“I’m Y/N, and those,” You said, seemingly slightly nervous, and gestured to the small group behind you that were watching and doing an incredibly bad job of pretending that they weren’t, “Are the idiots that I call my friends, who evidently can’t aim to save their lives.”

Kiara couldn’t help but laugh when you raised your voice at the latter part of your sentence, clearly wanting your friends to overhear. It was clear that they had, seeing as their mouths dropped open in indignation and they huffed, migrating towards the blanket they had set out, “Kiara but everyone calls me Kie, I don’t think we’ve met before.”

“I just moved here a couple of weeks ago, my parents got a new job working for the Thorntons,” You grimaced. She guessed you had already met Topper and been acquainted with his wonderful personality. 

Kiara let the silence hang for a moment, feeling her palms begin to sweat, “Do you want to hang out? I’m meeting up with my friends soon, you and friends can join if you want to?” Although she would be more than okay with your friends joining, Kiara silently prayed that they wouldn’t want to.

She was almost certain that the resulting smile that spread across your face could’ve blinded her.

“Sure,” You said, glancing back towards your friends who had once again become invested in a game of volleyball, “I’ll just let them know I’m leaving, they seem pretty into the game.”

It was clear to both of you that it was a bullshit excuse but neither of you could bring yourself to insist that they accompany you.

Kiara stood there, kind of awkwardly, as you headed back towards your friends. She noted the way in which each of their gazes briefly flickered to her and back to you, sending you a teasing smirk, before they nodded and waved you off again.

“Ready to go, Kie?” You asked as soon as you were close enough, with your bag hitched over your shoulder.

She nodded and turned around, expecting you to follow her. Walking down the road, the excitement and nervousness emanating from you and Kiara was palpable. 

Kiara had warned you that her friends could be a little… chaotic but nothing could have prepared you for the sight you were greeted with when you arrived at the ‘Chateau’ (what a weird name). 

There were two boys wrestling on the ground in front of a handful of hammocks. “That’s JJ and Pope,” She had informed you, “They’re pretty much in love but they won’t admit it.”

There was a girl with dirty blonde hair and tanned skin lounging on one of the hammocks near them, laughing out loud, cheering on ‘Pope’ and betting ‘JJ’ that he wouldn’t win. “That’s Sarah.”

“Cameron?” You had asked. You had heard her name once or twice when you were getting settled in. 

“Yep, it’s a long story.”

There was another girl sharing the hammock with Sarah who was smiling over at the wrestling boys with a certain softness in her eyes, “That’s Cleo,” Kiara explained, “She’s new as well, she’s only been here a few months.”

Kiara pointed out John B last. He was laying on the other hammock, his arm thrown over his eyes and quite obviously trying to ignore his friends’ antics. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of them. Your outburst accidentally gained the attention of the group of rowdy teenagers who all lifted their heads and watched you wander over. 

JJ was the first to greet you, he seemed to radiate chaotic energy so you figured that you’d probably get along with him more than most if you stuck around. “Well,” He said mischievously, “Hi-”

“No!” Kiara yelled, crossing her arms over her chest, which prompted laughter from the rest of the group, “I like this one, don’t ruin it with your slutty tendencies!”

The pogues shared a weighted look between themselves. They had a feeling that it wasn’t just your friendship that Kiara was after, she was usually one to be pretty subtle when it came to the people she was interested in but everyone could see the heart eyes she was currently giving you.

You were quickly pulled into a conversation with Sarah, who demanded to know where you bought your shorts from, and John B, who told you to ignore any of JJ’s advances. 

Kiara was trying her hardest to focus on the tale JJ was regaling her and Pope with but she couldn’t help but allow her gaze to drift back to you every now and then. She knew that you would get along with the pogues, you seemed like the type of person to simply fit in every circumstance that you found yourself in. It wasn’t often that she brought someone back and even less often that she brought someone back that vibed with her friends so well.

As happy as she was, she couldn’t help but feel worried. She knew first-hand how charming her friends could be when they put their minds to it. She had a feeling that she didn’t have to worry about JJ, as flirty as he was, she knew he was more observant than he let on and he would never hurt her like that. John B and Sarah were disgustingly in love so she had no worries about them. 

Unfortunately, she had a feeling that she might have reason to worry about Pope and Cleo. Pope was the sweetest guy she had ever met and she could definitely see the potential he had to be ‘boyfriend material’ and Cleo, well, Kiara certainly wasn’t blind. 

She was still in conversation with JJ and Pope when it had begun to rain and everyone decided to migrate towards the deck, each claiming a piece of furniture. 

“Kie!” Sarah whisper-yelled, “I think we put her to sleep.”

Kiara looked down at Sarah’s lap and saw that you were dead asleep.

Sarah saw the look of adoration on her friend’s face and softly moved you so that you were laying on Kiara’s lap rather than her own.

The brunette lightly ran her fingers through your hair and brushed it out of your face. She shrugged and shot Sarah a quick smile, “I don’t blame her,” She chuckled, “We are a bit much, aren’t we?”

“I’m still not used to it,” Cleo quipped with a smirk.

“What’s the deal with you and her, then?” JJ blurted out curiously and pointedly ignored the elbow in the ribs (Pope) and glare (Sarah) that he was subjected to, “Do you like her?”

The pogues exchanged wary glances. It was a well know fact that Kiara wasn’t straight but she had never explicitly told them about her romantic preferences. She had always been adamant that ‘coming out’ was a ridiculous tradition.

“I don’t know,” Kiara sounded so small and shy. They had never heard her sound that before, “I don’t want to scare her off. It’s only been a day.”

“If we haven’t managed to send her running for the hills, I doubt you will,” John B said. He grabbed Sarah’s hand and pulled her up with him as he stood, “It’s late and I’ve got work tomorrow, we’re going to bed. You know where the keys are, lock up before you leave.”

Pope shared a look with JJ and Cleo before reluctantly standing up, “Dad will be on my ass if we’re not back soon.”

Pope and JJ walked on towards the Twinkie but Cleo stayed put for a moment, “Tell her,” She implored, “What’s the worst that could happen?”

Kiara wanted to scoff because isn’t that the age-old question? She may have only known you for a few hours but she feared what might happen and how devastating a rejection you could inflict on her. 

She sighed and waved her off. As soon as the van disappeared around the corner and she could no longer hear the roaring of the old, well-used engine, her gaze drifted back to you. 

As if you could feel her eyes on you, yours fluttered open and you turned your head to look up at her with a small, sleepy smile gracing your lips, “Hi,” You said quietly, clearing your throat and wiping your hands over your face and yawning, “How long was I out for?” You asked, sheepishly. 

Kiara laughed, throwing her head back, “About twenty minutes, everyone left.”

You tried not to focus on the heat that was rapidly spreading across your cheeks and hoped that she couldn’t sense or notice your embarrassment. “Sorry,” You mumbled, reluctantly sitting up and moving to rest beside her on the couch. You tucked your hair behind your ears and chuckled, “Honestly, I’m surprised none of you drew on me.”

“I’m not gonna lie to you, they wanted to, especially JJ,” She teased and took a deep breath, “But if you wanted to make it up to me for, you know, falling asleep when I so graciously introduced to my best friends, you could come by the Wreck tomorrow?”

“The Wreck?”

“It’s a restaurant that my dad runs, I work there,” She explained, “I finish at four if you wanted to come by.”

You made a contemplative look and smiled shyly, “Depends,” You teased, “Will it just be us or should I prepare to listen to Sarah explain, in detail, why John B should get his hair cut?”

She shook her head and grinned, reaching a hand out to clasp yours, “Just me and you…is that alright?”

You shrugged and shifted closer to her, softly rubbing the back of her hand with your thumb, “More than alright.”

an: again, i’m unbelievably bad at writing endings but any feedback is welcome, inbox is open for any requests <3

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"Get Yours" - Flee Lord (prod. Tom Soyer)

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"True Identity" - Ty Farris (prod. Don The Jeweler)

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“We’re not gonna be able to sneak out without my brother being remotely suspicious,” Kiara sighed like she had come to terms with the fact their road trip wouldn’t happen. “Even if I could pretend to sneak off with Sarah, he’d probably end up tagging along.” 

“Leave it to me, princess, I’ll have it all sorted,” he waved her off with an easy smile on his face. “Just be ready tomorrow night.” 

“Tomorrow?” Her eyes widened a little. “You want to go just before the race? Isn’t that a bit risky? Shouldn’t you be preparing for the race?” 

“You gotta learn to trust me,” he said. 

“I trust you as far as I can throw you, Maybank,” she murmured, eyes narrowing at the glimmer of mischief in his expression. 

He wiggled his brows. “You wanna manhandle me, Carrera?” 

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[destinedtobeloved]

What’s the softest way to say

His father walking right past him and his mother at the resleeving facility. Waiting with little legs dangling off of the metal chairs before they are ushered out by attendants as the sun sets. They’d been there since noon.

You took away my friend,

Jimmy desoto is curled up on the floor, ash falling around him and onto his face, sticking to the tacky metallic blood. Takeshi watches as he claws his eyes out, shrieking insane and withering on the ground.

My buddy.

Sarah’s body is torn to shreds. Bullets decorate her flank, leaving an array of wounds and holes. She dies as soon as he hits the ground.

What’s the kindest way to say-

Alice’s body is ripped apart at the Wei clinic. He’d barely known her. He was still at fault for her death. She was the sacrifice.

You took away my friend.

Takeshi is floating on his back, his hands behind his head in a spacious swimming pool that came with the virtual formate Amelia had chosen to their journey to Latimer. Its quiet out, the others not disturbing him as he floats. The water is pure and blue and the sky is clear and the air is warm. Days ago he had just killed Carrera and everyone else at Dangreck. Tony. The doctor.

Cruickshank is dead. So is Hanson and Jiang and Schneider. Sujiadi went crazy.

They’re all gone.

What’s the kindest way to say,

Kristen is not dead, but she is left behind.

Her and Elias will reunite, and eventually, the pair will get married. Years down the road, they have two daughters that smile just like him.

In another life, those were his kids.

The end?