Whip
Pairing: Motocross!Hal Carter x Female Reader
Summary: Hal is smitten when he spots you at the tracks.
Word Count: Almost 800
Warnings: Fluff, a touch of flirting, reader is a tad shy, motocross!Hal Carter (he's a warning, okay?)
A/N: Meet Cowboy and Belle! July has been a terrible month for me writing wise, but this is still something. Set in the world of Starting Gate, Lapper and Downshift, we'll see them again. Thanks to @book-dragon-13 for looking this over and helping with the nickname, but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by @firefly-graphics and banners by @maysdigitalarts. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world! ❤️
Hal Carter always wanted to make something of himself.
WIth his sunglistened skin, natural charm, and blue eyes that sparkled almost as bright as his smile, a few thought he should’ve been a model.
Most people in his town wrote him off as a lost cause because his dad was a bum. His own mom didn’t even believe he’d accomplish anything.
Maybe that was why he stole that dirt bike years ago.
There was no place in the world for a guy like him, so why not prove them right?
He didn’t expect to fall in love with riding or revel in the rush of adrenaline.
When he was on his bike, he didn’t feel judged. It was freedom.
But being free didn’t pay the bills, not to mention dirt bikes on public roads were illegal.
He paid his dues and did what he could to become a racer.
Odds and ends jobs helped him save up for equipment. He even managed to save up enough for a Motocross School a few towns over.
When he wasn’t working, he practiced on dirt roads and tracks.
Hal didn’t want to just be good. He wanted to make his mark.
What better way to stand out than to give the crowd something to make them look?
Freestyle tricks were his trademark and the thing that put him on the map. Nac-Nac, Kiss of Death, Tsunami, anything to draw a gasp from the crowd.
His Southern background and light showboating earned him the nickname Cowboy.
Some of the other riders liked to sing, “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy” whenever the pit lizards hovered around him and teased it was a shame he had to cover up his handsome face.
The attention was nice, but he knew those girls didn’t care about him. He wanted someone interested in more than a thrill.
The day he met you, you weren’t paying any attention to him.
He hadn't seen you before. No, he would've remembered you.
You stood apart from the crowd as you packed up your camera, doing your best not to draw attention to yourself. You even lowered your head when Maddox looked your way.
He had to know your name.
Before he could stop himself, he weaved through the sea of people until he stood in front of you. Part of it was to keep Maddox from bothering you, but the other was to selfishly see you up close.
He was screwed the moment you lifted your gaze and looked into his eyes, his heart doing a funny summersault when you adjusted your bag on your shoulder and curled in slightly on yourself.
“Hi. I’m Hal Carter,” he smiled, wiping his hand on his pants before he offered it to you. "Haven't seen you around the tracks."
“Hi,” you said softly, giving him your hand after a second. It was so soft. "First time here. Just took a few photos," you cleared your throat as you glanced away and pulled your hand back.
Hal was about to ask if you were okay before he remembered he remembered he was shirtless. "Oh, sorry. I usually put another shirt on before I mingle," he teased, gesturing to his abs.
Another one of his trademarks was throwing his shirt into the crowd once he was done. He hoped you weren't uncomfortable.
"Yo, Hal! She gonna save a horse and ride a cowboy?" Maddox yelled his way as you stiffened.
"Fuck off, Maddox," one of the other guys snapped.
Why? Why now? If you weren't uncomfortable before…
“I’m sorry. I have to go,” you said quickly.
“Wait,” Hal begged, careful not to invade your space as you took a step back. "You said you took some photos, right?"
You nodded, gripping the strap of your bag as a few people moved closer. He wanted nothing more than to put his arm around you and draw you away from everyone.
"I'd love to see some of the shots from today if that's okay? No hard feelings if you don't wanna."
"Okay," you smiled bashfully as you dug a card out for him. "I hope they turn out well. Your tricks were great."
Why does that sweet look make me want to ruin and take care of you?
"Thanks. I'm sure they will," he grinned, glancing at the card as he brushed his thumb along your printed name. "Nice meeting you, Belle."
"T-That's not my name."
"Should be. You're the most beautiful girl here."
You shook your head a little when his grin widened. "Bye, Hal."
He wondered if the line was cheesy, but the shy smile he caught before you walked away gave him hope.
Looking at the card, he couldn't wait to see you again.
He just hoped he made a lasting impression.
Excited to share more of our motocross boys when I can. Love and thanks! ❤️
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