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catgirlredux · 9 months

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Technosymbiosis

Here's another mech story, inspired by/a continuation of this one:

I was the only one to figure it out. None of the others ever bothered to pay attention; between the natural casualties of war and the constant switching out of pilots, it didn’t make much sense to get too involved in each other’s lives. But something about Pilot Grieg, fellow member of Hoplite division V, captured my attention from the moment I saw her. While most of the other pilots were either frightened or overconfident on their first day (I nearly pissed myself from the anxiety), I could see nothing in her eyes but a fierce, powerful hunger. She stepped into the cockpit of her Hoplite and didn’t even flinch when the nanofilament harness closed around her chest.

I was entranced by her piloting skills and her determined, nearly emotionless behavior. All pilots tended to be a little cold, rumor had it that recruitment intentionally selected soldiers who scored lower on the EDEs due to the nature of some of our missions; but she was something else. Her face never changed outside of that cockpit, and she walked around with an ungainly clumsy stride, her gait resembling that of a much larger being. But when the mesh closed around her and the interface cable plugged into her neck, I swear her eyes sparkled brighter than ever and she sometimes even smiled. In the midst of battle, among dozens of rookie pilots disoriented and frightened by the steady flow of their mechs' peripheral data, Grieg maneuvered the battlefield more capably and calmly than anyone else. She was like the eye in a hurricane of titanium and lasers. She seemed to take to piloting so naturally.

It was a bit of an obsession for me. I never wanted to join the army, but at my family's civvie status it was either that, or spend the rest of my life working the same scrap hauls as my father and his father before him. I'm not sure I made the right choice: piloting was a lonely job, and our orders were always changing. The war had been going on since before I was even born and now that I was a part of it, I felt like it wasn't going to end anytime soon. I didn't even have anyone to confide in: between missions, I knew no one and no one bothered to know me. Still, a good soldier follows orders, so I took solace in what little consistency I had. Every time I suited up I kept an eye out for Grieg, hoping that we would get deployed together - that I would get another chance to study her.

That's why it didn't take me long to figure out - she was always there. Pilots were supposed to take regular breaks from duty to avoid excessive neurolink buildup, and these breaks were usually staggered within a division. I rarely flew out with the same Hoplite squad two weeks in a row. Yet every time I got ready for a patrol, I caught sight of Grieg skulking around the locker room already prepped. She usually looked like she hadn’t slept in days but she hopped into her suit with an eagerness unlike any other soldier in our division.

I really have no clue how nobody else caught on. I mean, it didn’t take a genius to figure it out: her constant presence, her aggressive combat tactics, her clear exhaustion versus her eagerness to pilot - Grieg was addicted to battle. Or something like that. I wasn’t sure whether it was the speed, or the action, or something else entirely. Maybe it had something to do with the depressant α-IVs - after my first time in the cockpit I spent a week throwing up. Maybe they did something weird to make her dependent on the mech?

Not that any of that mattered. Somehow she had managed to fuck with our shifts so that she was always on duty, strapped to a giant death machine. Her link was probably through the roof - god only knew how close she might be to terminus. I still remember the video they had showed us in training. A squad of pilots traveling in formation, when suddenly one of them lets out a bellowing screech and starts flailing around. The other units immediately try to suppress it but it fights like a beast, blasting and tearing at all who come near until finally it’s taken out with a TAC-beam to the core. It was terrifying - a team of twenty-one pilots reduced to just four, all because of a single terminus incident. The video ended on a close-up of the rogue pilot, emaciated limbs pinned down with thick nanomass cables, fluid flooding his throat and rivulets of blood trailing down wires that burrowed straight into his eyes. Pilots were taken off of active duty for a reason.

I decided to confront Grieg about it. I probably should have reported her to the division leader but something stopped me - curiosity perhaps. I had to know.

I stopped her in the locker room before a patrol.

“I know what you’ve been doing.”

She looked fucking exhausted. Her eyes were even more sunken in than when I first saw her, her lips were cracked and her hair was an oily mess. She smelled strongly of sweat mixed with the metallic sweetness of vitrofluid. Jesus christ, did she sleep in her mech? But her eyes still shone with that hungry anticipation, and she fucking smirked at me.

“I thought you’d catch on. I know you’ve been watching me. She told me.” Her voice sounded harsh, throat scraped up from constant alternation between air and vitro.

“She? She who?”

Grieg reached up and brushed a hand against my face. She wasn’t wearing the fingerless gloves that came standard with our uniforms. “How high is your link?” Her touch was cold. She had a look on her face like she was trying to read my mind.

“43.7. Well within safe limits.”

She laughed through her teeth. “Khh-kh-kh. Safe limits - of course, of course. Safe."

"Yes, unlike you." I brushed her hand away and she shivered. "Grieg, what the hell are you doing? You've attended the trainings, you know what happens when a pilot is deployed this often. Do you want to die?"

The smile she gave me was chilling, sympathetic but without her eyes changing emotion. "Terminus... you still believe that shit. Why wouldn't you? It's frightening, isn't it? The melding of pilot and machine, flesh mangled and twisted and mutated. Frightening... Say, have you ever spoken with your unit before?”

“Spoken? I’ve interacted with the situational matrix, yes…” All Hoplites possessed an AI of sorts designed to help pilots make split second decisions in the midst of battle. But I’d never really considering it “speaking”, any more than you would speak with a dog. It didn't have the capacity for conversation... right?

“No, no I mean speak. Have you ever listened to your unit, spoken with her, let her take the reins? No, you- of course you haven't. They're all just numbers on a screen to you, aren't they? Just another crazy killing machine for you to puppet around.

"Think - how many times has your Hoplite saved your life? How many deaths would you have died by now if it weren't for that protective, loving embrace of mesh and steel? That's what it really is. They love us. They need us. You never listen, you all never listen, but they love us. I complete her as much as she completes me. Don't you feel strange when you have to leave her? Doesn't it feel wrong - backwards?

Grieg pushed closer to me. I tried to back away but she pressed me against a wall and leaned in to whisper in my ear. “We're almost complete. Our link is at 99.7 percent.”

My heart beat in my chest like an autocannon. Grieg wasn’t just at risk - this bitch was about to fucking explode!

“I - I - you can’t. You’re going to - you’re going to kill everyone. I-”, but she placed a two fingers, rough from countless wire insertions, against my lips.

“Please. You don’t need to tell anybody. We don’t want to hurt anyone… we just want each other. We don't want to be tools anymore."

I was sweating in my suit. No Hoplite is that smart... right? Surely someone else would have been able to talk to theirs - Grieg’s must have had a glitch. A unit gone rogue; the thought was terrifying.

“S-snap out of it Grieg - please. Your suit... it's clearly wrong. It's bugging - w-we can fix this. You're n-not in control here.”

She just smiled. “Neither are you, hm?”

I shivered. She wasn't wrong... I hated the missions they sent us on sometimes. I followed orders because, quite frankly, I didn't want to go back home. I didn't want to live the rest of my life as an E-class, scraping by on small NDs and living in fear of police quota checks. In a way I guess I did take solace in the time I spent in my mech, time spent not worrying about my family I left behind or shyly observing other soldiers, worrying about what civilian encampment or occupied city the higher ups would send us to raze next.

Fuck. She had me all figured out, didn't she? Did she feel the same way? Did my Hoplite really complete me like that, and even worse, did I complete it? I felt lightheaded - this was too much. I should have reported her to our captain... but what if...

What if she was right? What if the Hoplites really could think and speak - really did want to connect with us? What if I... god, I couldn't believe I was thinking this, but what if I bonded to mine?

I could barely look her in the eye.

"P-please... just don't hurt anyone."

Grieg stared at me for a moment, then pulled me into a tight embrace. I didn't resist. She smelled good.

"We'll try not to. No promises."

*****

They say she left in a hurry, blew the doors right off the hangar and flew west. No casualties, but they want to stop her before that changes. As one of the pilots on duty, I’ve been summoned to join the hunting party.

My suit feels too tight - too clingy. I leave off my gloves and unzip the front. No one tries to correct me; they're all too busy prepping for the chase.

Setting foot inside my mech, Hoplite unit HE-2729, I feel its hard steel with my bare hands. The harness wraps around me; it feels warm against my chest, vaguely pulsing and humming as the machine comes to life. I plug in and brace for the influx of peripheral data from its many sensors, but it's softer this time - gentler.

I can't believe I'm doing this. I bask in the flow of data: a cacophony of sight and sound most of which I can't even process, but I let it wash over my mind and surround me. Piloting usually makes me so tense, but right now I feel calmer than ever before.

I take a deep breath.

“Hello?”

#cheetah writing #empty spaces #mecha #mech #cyberpunk #robotgirl #scifi #scifi story #original short story

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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Hey girly!! FIRST OFF I JUST WANT TO ACKNOWLEDGE HOW FLAWLESS YOUR WORK IS, honestly you are truly talented! However I just wanted to make a request for a Larissa Weems and fem!professor/reader, one shot. But the reader isn’t much shorter than Larissa (like about 5’9-5’11). Because there aren’t many fanfics of Larissa x fem!reader, where the reader is just a tad bit shorter. My idea of this fic would be something fill of fluff and Reader comes home and sees Larissa exhausted so reader attempts to calm Larissa down after a long day at work; type thing but yeah!!

I understand if your requests are filled with many other amazing ideas but I hope this makes an exception!! If not I hope you still have a glorious day AND IF YOU DO MAKE IT PLEASE TAG ME!!!

- thank you

Heyyyyy @gwenswif3yy !! Your too kind! I appreciate all your lovely words 💕 I would love to write this for you, and I hope you have a glorious day as well!

Breath, My Love ~Larissa Weems xFem Tall!Professor!Reader

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: SFW, fluffy fluff, kissing, moaning

Enjoy (:

It was nearly six o’clock on this particular Friday, meaning you had to start cleaning up the shop.

“Beauty & Botanicals” was your baby that you had built from the ground up. It was a quaint little flower shop, in which you took much pride and joy.

On your way out, you grabbed a bundle of white roses, your partner’s favorite. You were considered yourself extremely lucky in the partner that you had found.

Her name was Larissa Weems, and she was the principal at a school for outcasts called ‘Nevermore’.

She was quite tall and a titanium blonde who always wore a distinct red lip. She truly was a thing of beauty and elegance…

Coming out of your daydream, you realized that you were already halfway to the school.

Had you been driving this entire time without being consciously present…?

You shook the thought out of your mind as you pulled up to the school. You got out of your car, walked through the courtyard, and entered the maze of a school.

You walked through the many corridors, finding your way like it was the back of your hand.

You got a couple of stares, but you were used to them so you paid no mind.

For one, you were a normie in an outcast school…

But secondly, you were an irregular normie…

You practically matched Larissa in height, coming only a few inches below her. Your dress and fashion choices were not restrained in any manner, you enjoyed expressing yourself and you didn’t hold back. Many people called you masculine or a tomboy. Your make-up tended to be minimal, if you were even wearing any, and your build was more masculine with attributes like broader shoulders or sturdier, stouter hands.

And before you knew it, you were standing in front of Larissa’s office doors.

You rapped on the dark, oak door, holding the flowers in your other hand.

“Come in!” Larissa spoke, loud enough for you to hear her.

You walked into her office to find Larissa hunched over her desk, her nose in her computer screen, and her brows intensely furrowed.

You chuckled lightly to yourself, placing your things on one of the side chairs and walking up to her desk with the white roses in hand.

“You know you overwork yourself…” you teased the blonde, with a hint of serious concern.

“Hello to you as well, Darling…” Larissa chuckled, a smile finally gracing that exhausted face as she looked up to meet your gaze.

You sighed heavily at the sight of her worn-out, frenzied eyes.

“Are those for me…?” Larissa teasingly asked, having noticed the flowers and effectively pulling you out of your ponderings of Larissa.

You grinned and nodded sweetly, making Larissa blush slightly.

“Thank you, love.” She whispered.

You hummed in response, before continuing your thought, “Why don’t I put these in a vase, while you finish up, and then we can head out?”

Larissa hummed and nodded, her head swaying in exhaustion.

The poor woman…

You couldn’t stand seeing her like this…

You cupped her check and leaned across the desk to give her a quick peck on the lips. At that, Larissa let a breath out she didn’t know she’d been holding.

You then walked over to the flowers you’d brought her last week and exchanged them for the new ones.

Once you had finished, you gathered your belongings and turned to Larissa, “Ready to go, love?”

“Almost…” Larissa hummed, finishing typing something on her computer before shutting it down.

Larissa then got up and got her own belongings, giving you the opportunity to grab her coat and help her into it.

She hummed a light “thank you, dear…” in response, to which you hummed back in response.

You two interlocked hands, she locked the office door, and you were both on your way.

The car ride was past in silence. You could Larissa was exhausted and just needed a break.

And that’s exactly what you planned to give her tonight.

When you got to your house at the edge of town, you helped her out of the car, catching another deep sigh from Larissa (like the fourth or fifth one if you’d been counting correctly…)

You two entered the your house and you immediately discarded all coats and belongings.

Larissa was about to make her way to her study, as if she was going to start working again, but you quickly halted that attempt.

“No no no…” you tutted, guiding Larissa to the living room instead, “Let me take care of you, love…”

“Darling, I have work…” Larissa whined.

“Not tonight… tonight, your going to relax…” you insisted, as you had her sit down in front of the couch and you sat behind her.

You began massaging her shoulders, and you could feel all that tension which she had been amassing all week long.

You drew strings of breathy moans and groans from the blondes precious lips, as you continued to work her shoulders.

As one hand continued its administrations, you sued the other to start to remove the pins from her hair.

Larissa audibly exhaled at you loosening her uptight hair.

Pin after pin, her hair began cascading down to her shoulders.

You turned your entire attention to her hair and neck now.

Once all the pins were on the floor, you massaged from the bottom of her neck, up to her scalp, running your fingers through her titanium locks.

She was relaxing more and more…

You unzipped the top of her dress to gain a bit more access to massage down her spine.

Once you had worked out most of her knots, you began peppering her skin with kisses.

Larissa blushed deeply at this act, but said nothing against it, rather she cranes her neck to give you more access.

You made sure to touch, lick, suck, kiss every inch of available skin on that woman’s body.

And you could tell she was enjoying it from the leud sounds that were staring to flow from her lips.

You placed one final kiss on her collar bone, and then brought your lips to the shell of her ear,

“How about we order some take-out and cuddle for the night…” you husked know her ear.

Larissa happily sighed, “I’d love nothing less, my love…”

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eaturheartout2021 · 1 year

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Simon “Ghost” Riley Headcanons

Warnings: adult language

Sfw

He definitely loves watching sunrises even if he doesn’t want to admit it

Loves Rom-Coms, especially Love Actually (I’ll die on that hill)

Has to sleep with a fan on even in winter time. If the electricity for whatever reason goes off and the fan stops he immediately wakes up and is PiSsEd

Is a huge dog person and would love to have one but his job prevents him from getting one because he’s gone from home so much

Loves ramen and could eat it until he could burst, especially the beef flavor.

Super self conscious about his appearance and will only show you his face if he truly trusts you.

Loves to play with your hair until you fall asleep and even then he doesn’t stop. Will brush his fingers through your soft hair, just feeling the realness of you, watching you peacefully sleep in his arms.

Will melt if you massage his lower back. That spot stays so tense and if you dig your fingers just ever so gently, he just turns into putty in your grasp.

Is an actual god at Mario cart. Rainbow road? Yeah, Childs play. 1st place every time. His character? King Boo, who else?

Not a huge fan of PDA but when the two of you are alone expect to be in a dog pile of cuddles and blankets with him. That man will rut into your neck and just breath in your smell for as long as you let him. It’s heaven for him.

Loves a warm towel to wrap up in after a shower. Especially if he’s just gotten home after a long deployment.

Prefers Autumn over any other season only because it’s the most bearable season and it’s not blistering hot or freezing cold.

When he does manage to get some sleep, he snores. Loud enough to shake the walls off a house.

Falls asleep on the couch and when questioned will blatantly deny ever falling asleep. The dad nap, if you will.

Physically has to restrain himself from holding you in bed with him all day, that man will hold you hostage just to get you all to himself for a crumb of a cuddle. Work be damned. Call in sick if you have too, you’re not going in today.

Scary dog privileges when out in public because he’s a 6”4 giant with a glare that can cut through 10 inch titanium. No one dares to try you because they’d make it 4 feet and die.

If you’ve had a hard day at work and you come home looking drained and exhausted, he’ll wordlessly undress you, carry you to the bathroom, draw you a hot bath and wash you. Head to toe. Then leave you to soak away the day. Once out, he’ll wrap you in a fresh towel and carry you to bed and give your feet and thorough rub.

If you have a tummy, that man loves it. If you doubt yourself and stare too long in the mirror, he’s behind you, wrapping his arms around you gently caressing your stomach, rubbing it lovingly. “You’re so beautiful, I just love every inch of you. Don’t you see it. Especially this.” He hugs your middle a little tighter and gives your neck a sweet and tender kiss meeting your watery eyed gaze in the reflection.

If he’s having a particularly bad day and needs to be alone with his thoughts, he’ll leave little notes on your fridge letting you know where he’s went and that he’ll be back eventually.

If you ever get into an argument and Ghost raises his voice, he’ll automatically shut down, for days. He’ll beat himself up until he can’t even forgive himself even after you’ve voiced your forgiveness a million times over. Especially if he made you cry. That’ll be the straw that broke the camel’s back for him.

He’ll probably book a motel room and stay for a few days just so he can try and clear his head and try to figure out how to make things right by you.

He’ll eventually return with your favorite ice cream, your favorite chocolate, and some obnoxious horror movie he’d never catch himself watching, but he would for you. Anything for you.

NSFW

The first time you had done anything with him, it wasn’t anything like you had dreamt it would be. It was loving, affectionate.

He’s definitely a power bottom.

Absolutely goes feral to see you on top while he pounds into from below while you try to hold yourself from falling onto him, hands clutching his broad muscular shoulders.

He’s not very vocal aside from grunts and groans but when he starts to talk, oh man, it’s like the flood gates have opened. “So good for me, pretty.” “Taking me so deep, s’like you were made for me.” “You’re ruining me love, fuck!”

Loses his mind when you randomly give him head. When he comes home after a long deployment, he’ll be tense and worked up. He’ll come home to the lights off, thinking you’ll be asleep but finds you in the most revealing set of lace lingerie.

Ghost.exe has stopped working.

You’ll saunter over to him, and just take him to the bed, and he’ll just willingly let you man handle him as you strip him of his clothes and give him the most heated bedroom eyes.

That man will have a hard on for DAYS

He’ll cup your face, and hold back your hair as you go down on him, while you tell him you want to take care of him for a change and in that moment he knows that he would do anything for you.

This man is obsessed with your breasts. When you’re riding him, he’s always got his face buried between them, sucking horrendous amounts of hickeys on every inch of exposed skin.

Even outside the bedroom, you’re constantly fighting him off you because he just wants to play with your breasts. #simonrileyisaboobman

You accidentally called him “sir” once and he has since developed a kink for it. He now has you call him that in bed when he’s feeling “extra” dominant, which is always.

You tried bondage once and you were super into it, but he was so concerned about giving you rope burn that it was all he could think about and he couldn’t focus. So you tied him up.

That man ate. it. up.

He had never been dominated so it was awkward at first but after he got into it, that man’s view’s on things has been changed.

You had tied his hands behind his back, put him on his knees, and made him vulnerable to you (with consent of course, we’re not animals) and this had made him so unbelievably horny.

Shower sex. Can and will pin you to the shower wall like it’s nothing and rearrange your insides.

He loves to use toys on you, especially as foreplay. He can drag it out for ages by stopping you right before you’re about to come and then start again a few minutes later only to repeat until you’re begging him, legs shaking, to let you finish.

He takes the toys away, grabs your face and says “the only time you finish is going to be on my cock, now get up ‘ere sweetheart if you want to come so bad and take it.”

#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley cod #call of duty mwii #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod #simon riley x you #simon riley headcanons #ghost headcanons #simon ghost riley x you #ghost cod #ghost cod mwii

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chiyuumiii · 9 months

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NIGHTFALL

An Earth/Terra-42 Miles Morales x F!Reader fanfic.

[TAGS: Prowler Miles Morales, Miles Morales, Female Reader, Fluff, Just Pure Fluff, Cuddles and Love, Morning Kisses, Sleepy Kisses, Forehead Kisses, Prowler Miles sneaks in through your bedroom window and cuddles with you hehe, Vigilante, Miles saves you from a bunch of ew creepy men, Secret Relationship, Secret Love]

TW: Mentions of harassment, slight drugs, Google Translated Spanish, Bad/Decent Writing, Typos, Grammatical Errors!

Point it out if I missed something <3 Thank you!

You were walking down the bustling roads, umbrella in hand as the raindrops cascaded heavily, it was nearly pitch black, if it weren't for the streetlights and the bright glow of the headlights of the vehicles zooming by.

Your gaze focused forward, your body is starting to betray you by the time, it was exhausting.

You heard peculiar noises emerging from an alleyway, you cautiously walked by, tightening the grip of your umbrella, and also inserting your hand in your pocket, having your pepper spray ready.

It was always like this at midnight. Horrible, utterly horrible.

You felt something touch you, and immediately pulled out your pepper spray, turning around to see a cracked-out old man, you quickly ran off, panting as the howling winds nearly blew off your umbrella, if it weren't for your firm grip. More strange men surrounded you, you held your pepper spray and umbrella tightly, backing away and not letting any of them get close. One of them tried to reach out and touch you, but you backed away and sprayed his face.

“Don't fucking touch me, you asshole!” You angrily yelled, it was enough for someone to hear.

They seemed to have gotten offended by you, and tried to close in the distance, but something...like a dark…violet glow, blended in with the haze of the rain, and with one swift action, two of the men were knocked out cold, until all of them were in the blink of an eye, you tried to descry who saved you...

“Are you alright, miss? Did they touch you?” The voice spoke out, it sounded a little cold and stoic, but you could definitely hear the hint of concern in it.

“No, they didn't...Thank you for saving me there...” You sighed deeply in relief, though you were curious about this...person. The raindrops started falling lighter, so you could now see, the mist and haze cleared up. A boy about your age, his face concealed with a mask, so you couldn't see the truth of his identity, his brunette braids extending to about the length of his shoulders, he resonated with the night. You examined further, he wore a jacket, adorned with accessories, his shirt had a logo on it, and titanium-laced claws and gauntlets with tech that are probably out of this world.

He noticed you examining him, "Something caught your eye?" He crossed his arms, the pixelated eyes of his mask squinted with suspicion.

"No, nothing. Sorry." You muttered, a little embarrassed about staring at him.

You heard a tiny chuckle emerge from him, he then turned his head left and right. "There's a pathway here. Just follow this route and you'll get home safely." He pointed at a secure route you could walk home to. "Oh, thank you...I owe you a lot for this." You gave him a small smile, bowing your head respectfully before walking off to the route he pointed to. "Stay safe, pajarito." He uttered under his breath, speeding off in the dark. You thought he seemed affable.

♡♡♡

You got back home, finally plopping down your bed and sighing in relief. It felt nice to finally lay down and rest. You slipped your shoes off and crawled up to your pillows, taking the air conditioner remote and pressing the on button, wrapping yourself in your blankets and laying comfortably. Taking your phone and checking for any missed messages, scrolling through social media, listening to some soothing music before plugging it in and closing your eyes, trying to get yourself to fall asleep.

You couldn't stop thinking about that vigilante—his features, his gear, his badass costume…You thought maybe he was definitely your type.

You giggled, but then snapping your head back to reality, you'll probably only meet once, and never again.

Or…That's what you thought.

PART 2 SOON HAWIHRAHRW HOPEFULLY I HAVE MOTIVATION

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bikebound · 1 year

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Omega Racer: ‘98 Yamaha “SR534” by @youziro1215 and Hilt’s Chopper’z of Hiroshima. Featuring a 534cc big-bore kit, Yoshimura cam and oil-cooler kit, Keihin FCR 39 carb, full titanium exhaust, FZR400 swingarm, Kawasaki ZXR400 forks, Brembo brakes, forged Gale Speed Type R wheels, Dunlop GPR300 rubber, alloy tank / fairing, and more. Full story today on BikeBound.com. ⚡️Link in Bio⚡️ https://instagr.am/p/CsGlGMrOQEU/

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taevisionceo · 11 months

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TAEVision Design Applications Parts AutoParts Aftermarket Porsche Exhaust System Titanium Slip-On ▸ TAEVision Engineering on Pinterest ▸ TAEVision Engineering on Google Photos

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New Post has been published on https://www.vividracing.com/blog/the-best-exhaust-system-for-the-mercedes-amg-g-wagon-g63/

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oliviajdjarin · 9 months

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Two Birds with One Stone

Pairing: miguel x fem!reader (she/her; afab)

Summary: Miguel is of the opinion that revenge is best served cold.

Warnings: blood! violent miguel, swearing, cocky miguel, probably incorrect science, some biblical references, descriptions of dead bodies, HEA. Technically a part two to Come Hell or High Water, but can be read on its own.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who read part one, especially @vanilla-sweets @blueberry-thrawn @freehentai. You guys rock.

Word Count: 1.3k Type: blurb

Miguel O'Hara never knew how easy it would be rely on the omnipresent arrogance of a narcissistic Doc Oc variant. It was shocking, really, how little the Doctor believed himself capable of making a mistake. One could argue that it was his downfall, his Achilles heel, his fatal flaw.

Miguel was beginning to learn that everyone had one of those, his being the woman the Doctor still had in his titanium clutches, and that was okay. Because if there was one thing Miguel was nauseatingly good at, it was at finding people's faults.

Funny enough, he had found the way to get you back purely unwittingly.

He had been staring at his orchestra of beaming yellow monitors in the early hours of the morning and fell into the insatiably seductive trap of merely "resting his eyes."

"Just for a minute," he whispered, voice dripping in aching exhaustion, and dropped his head right onto the keyboard.

After a moment, he was woken by a piercing ringing in his ears. He figured it was a rogue anomaly alarm, causing him to bring his tender neck up and his swollen eyes scanning his screens once more. It took a few seconds for Miguel to process what he was looking at.

A tiny, flashing, lime green light blinking right at the center of the Spider-Verse, its diagnostic reading "Anomaly Found, Canon At Risk."

He shook his head, readying himself for disappointment. There was no way the Doctor would just...reveal himself, right? Unless it was a trap? Or some kind of scheme?

Or maybe, just maybe, the Doctor had made a mistake.

Miguel clicked on the diagnostic, reading further into the fine print. His eyes squinted as he read, one word from the comprehensive paragraph burning into his beaten frontal lobe.

Being currently dozing.

He rubbed his eyes, reading the words again, and again, and again.

The Doctor had fucking fallen asleep, effectively de-powering his tracking repellant installed in the chip of his brainstem. Without his conscious mind keeping the arms powered, therefore not keeping the inhibitor powered, his restrictions on his location were terminated.

Therefore, the restrictions on your location were terminated.

Miguel felt coolness drape itself over his body, a twitching sensation begin in his left eye, and an itching, tiny, yet incandescent glow begin to bloom across his chest and down his thighs.

The familiar, almost homey, grounding feeling of calculation and strategizing washed over him like a baptism. Renewing him from the wallowing man he had been, to the righteous one he was.

He knew how to be quick. He knew how to be efficient. He knew that getting you out was the main priority, while defeating the Doctor was secondary.

But Miguel had never been talented at only using his head.

A chilling, feline smile etched its way onto his face, his fangs dipping slightly over his bottom lip. His triceps flexed, his eyes narrowed, and his determination dropped like a stone in his stomach, sending ripples through the rest of his muscles.

Why not kill two birds with one stone?

"In the name of efficiency, of course," he mumbled, and powered up his gizmo.

~*~

Miguel O'Hara realized two things at once.

Firstly, Miguel didn't realize what he had done. The scope of it, the brevity, the fucking gore of it. Not until he stood still, the Doctor's mutilated corpse in front of him, metallic arms ripped from his body, clutched in Miguel's hands, dripping ooze and blood and bone.

Miguel didn't realize what he had done until that moment, and consecutively, how little he cared.

He hadn't hesitated. Not when the Doctor begged for mercy, just as Miguel had done. Not when the light began to slowly fade from the Doctor's eyes as his back became shredded, his spine shattered, and his brain ripped in half. Not when blood so red it was almost wine colored began dripping from Miguel's claws, effectively soaking the skin of his abdomen and upper thighs. No, Miguel hadn't hesitated.

And he didn't fucking care.

"Y/N," he yelled, throwing the dismembered pieces onto the metallic floor. He was in a warehouse of some kind, likely of the Doctor's own design. It was cold, grey, and composed of only panels and panels of sound-proof metal. No one could hear what was happening from the outside, and no one inside could hear what was happening outside.

His skin crawled and his jaw clenched at the thought.

He yelled your name once, twice, three more times. His fangs protruding from how wide he was opening his mouth, his deep bloodlust-filled voice regurgitating across the walls in an echo with a thrilling crescendo. He began to panic, his chest puffing at the thought that the Doctor had taken you somewhere else. That he sacrificed himself on purpose to send Miguel on an endless goose chase that ended with his own eventual death.

Because he would never stop searching. Never. You were worth spending the rest of his life a shepherd, looking for his one lost sheep.

He opened his mouth and strained his vocal chords one final time, and just as he was about to scream your name in a way that made every emotion he was feeling completely transparent to you, he heard a clanging from beneath his feet, and the muffled sound of his name.

His eyes locked on the bolts surrounding the small square he was standing on, as well as a small vent near his left foot, and realization washed over him.

It took him less than fifteen seconds to pry the hatch open, and pull you out.

His brain became muffled at the sight of you again - eyes he had gotten to know the color of so well, mouth with lips he could never seem to wipe away the feeling of, neck and jawline he had been desperate to trace one last time. Your features had always been striking to him, and with the blood and grime from the last few days strewn across them, he somehow found them even more so.

He only took a few seconds to admire you before practically tearing your suit in half, inspecting your wounds.

"Miguel," you said, you voice noticeably groggier from multiple days without use, "he let me bandage and clean them. I'm fine."

Miguel ran his fingers over your middle, inspecting your craftsmanship, pressing down on the bandages to ensure any bleeding or oozing had long since passed. He felt your soft fingers grasp underneath his chin, bringing his head up. You didn't hesitate to press his equally dirty forehead to yours, closing your eyes, breathing him in.

"I'm fine," you repeated, and Miguel exhaled shakily.

He let himself bask in the moment, forgetting the pain and carnage of the past, and the uncertainty of the future. Here he was, here and now, with his woman.

He hadn't failed you.

You brushed his hair from his face before pressing a quick kiss to his chiseled cheekbone. You then attempted to stand up before halting halfway, your face grimacing at the strain of the motion against your torn muscles.

He rotated your worn body into his arms, picking you up as a husband would his bride, and holding you close. He walked you from the warehouse, leaving the Doctor's body to wither and rot.

He grinned down at you. "How did you get him to fall asleep?"

You snorted, eyes closing against his swol chest. "You said I could experiment with my suit whenever I wanted. I took advantage of the opportunity," you said with a yawn.

Miguel's eyebrows furrowed when he caught the cocktail of scents in the air - carly sage, fresh roses, and a hint of lavender oil. You must have installed a ventilation of it as a fail-safe, the vent in your dungeon the perfect vessel to permeate it around the room.

He couldn't help but grin. "You truly scare me sometimes."

You looked up at Miguel one last time before succumbing to the exhaustion of your wounds. "You've never scared me."

He had never heard anything sweeter.

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minkkumaz · 8 months

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START YOUR ENGINES

after getting over a bad breakup, you thought going to a racing experience would be different. it was bound to get your mind off of things, right? however two boys in particular couldn't keep their eyes off of you; causing a chain of events that were sure to light fire in your stomach.

RACE TO YOUR HEART series

PAIRING kim woonhak x fem! reader x myung jaehyun WC 4.5k TAGS adults dni. racecar driver au. no poly relationship. mentions of toxic relationship. friendly arguing. mention of fire. jae is a fucking flirt. they both kinda are idk. kys jokes. TAGLIST @skullverse OMI NOTE to begin with, i may or may not be utterly obsessed with this series. i tried to make it as accurate as possible since i know close to nothing about cars in general, let alone racecars (can you tell i can't drive yet.) but i did my best.

adrenaline ran through every vein, every trigger in their bodies. fingers tightly wrapped around the steering wheel as they waited for that sweet start. and when the green flag initiated release, impatient feet slammed on the gas.

engines revving couldn’t mask the sound of each racers ego shooting out of their exhaust pipes. flashes of shiny colors sped by down the hot pavement, a crowd of people screaming the names of their respective favorites. pretty girls in uniform leaned over the the railing, checkered flags in their hands.

but that wasn’t the reason woonhak and jaehyun glanced back and forth from the road in front of them and their rear view mirror. something caught their eye, something much more sincere than any flag girl.

despite the large crowd, you stood out to them. and not because you were cheering louder than everyone, not because you were making a scene, but because you looked bored. that was far from the actual truth, but how could they let a cute girl leave unphased?

the expression on your face remained blank, completely opposite of your excited friend next to you. breakups were hard, and you were unsure if going to a racecar driving event would mend your broken heart. but you listened to her pleas to get you out of the house, knowing she only meant well.

everything was so distracting, but maybe that was a good thing after all. the last thing you wanted was to turn back to the boy you used to love the most, knowing all too well that he destroyed you. it had been months, so putting on a front was easiest part.

the race continued like normal, every man for themselves fighting to be the one that crosses the squared black and white line. both of the boys sped up impressively, shooting down the road to pass on their competitors, yet still neck and neck with one another. titanium skid blocks underneath the cars produced fiery sparks that trailed down the concrete.

tension emit from every corner of the stadium, fans on the edge of their seat. popcorn kernels were discarded on the floor and beer cans were crushed under seats, that being the integrity of events like these. people around you practically squatting, awaiting the cue to erupt into screams.

energy was at an all time high on the track, lap after lap inching closer to victory. racecars zero - six and zero - three were almost going at the same fast pace, leaving any other participant back in the dust. the final lap came around, the names woonhak and jaehyun ringing through the loud speakers.

it was about to happen, the audience holding back even a single blink to perfectly grasp who would touch the finish line first. seconds felt like they were increasingly slowing down, yet before you could count down any longer, a car drove by and the checkered flag was waved down. silence

“put your hands together for your new first place medal holder, kim woonhak!”

cheers erupted from the stands, your friend jumping up and down with joy and taking you with her. the boy who’s supposedly named woonhak took his helmet off and waved to the audience, putting hand hearts to the side of his face in a cutesy manner. another boy followed closely behind him and gave him a pat on the back.

people filed out almost immediately, in hopes to catch a glimpse at some of the racers. autographs were being signed in a safe spot away from the track. grabbing your hand, your friend took you down the stairs in an attempt to meet her idol, and the newest winner, woonhak.

you followed along with a sigh, letting her get excited so she wouldn’t worry for you any more. when you got towards the bottom, the catch fence towered above you with great height which caught you by surprise. the line got extremely long, giving you a sense of false hope for a supposed autograph.

“hey, i’m going to go to the bathroom okay? when you’re done i’ll be at the car if that’s okay.” you tell the jittery girl.

“awh alright, y/nnie. i’m sorry if you didn’t have any fun. hopefully this will be quick!” she smiled, waving you off as you left towards the bathroom.

in complete honesty, you didn’t have to use the bathroom at all. you just needed an excuse to get away from the chaos. there was a small closed off area that was open for anyone to stay by, yet it was completely empty. leaning against the wall, you let yourself slide down and plop on the floor.

considering the circumstance, it would take forever for her to get an autograph and a picture, so you busied yourself on your phone for a little while.

however, you failed to realize the cheerful second place winner from the track spotted you trotting away from the crowd, making him grow curiouser and curiouser. he snuck around a few large walls before he wasn’t too far from you, the sound of his helmet clanking against his suit was drowned out by whatever you were occupying yourself with.

“hi, are you lost?” the voice said, poking his head around the corner to look down at you sitting on the floor.

“oh– i’m sorry! am i not supposed to be here?” you jolt at his sudden presence.

“no, you’re totally allowed to be here. i was just curious is all.” he smiled, “i’m myung jaehyun, i don’t know if you remember me from the race but i kind of got second place. no rhyme intended.”

“right, i’m y/n! it’s nice to meet you, where are my manners? i do recognize you.” you try to stand up and shake his hand, but he’s already sitting himself down in front of you.

“don’t worry about it, it’s nice to meet you too! did you enjoy the race?” jaehyun quirked an eyebrow, curious of your reaction.

“yes! it was great, especially when you guys.. raced?” you respond, though it almost seemed like you were asking a question.

“you don’t have to lie, it’s chill. i kind of saw you in the stands and you looked distracted?” he wondered.

“was it really that obvious? gosh i hope i didn’t throw you off your game by seeming uninterested.” you frown, “a lot has been on my mind recently and my friend offered to take me out of the house. she’s a huge fan of racecar driving, and kim woonhak.. but i’m not sure which one she likes more to be honest.”

“you’re funny, woonhak has that effect on people. but i swear i’m his biggest fan. hopefully you can come to a race whenever your head clears up?” he laughs casually like he’s known you his entire life.

“maybe i will. it did seem pretty tense right before they announced the winner. i was kind of curious myself.”

“then hopefully next time i’ll win, maybe give you a show worth watching.” he grinned at you, making a tint wash over your cheeks.

“right! do you know when you’re holding your next one?” you ask.

“our next one.. i believe at the end of the month? woonhak and i will be driving still, as well as the third place winner, but the rest will be all new drivers from around the world!” he answers you.

“i’ll see, thats not too long from now–” your words were interrupted by a cheerfully excited voice.

“jaehyun! where are you?!” he searched around, finally landing his gaze on you before his face contorted into a scowl, “jae, what are you doing?”

“woonhak, this is y/n. and y/n, you already know him. i invited her to our next race at the end of the month.” jaehyun told him.

“so she can see you lose again?” woonhak teased playfully.

“hey! you got youngest luck, all of your fangirls were screaming your name from the rooftops. the myungz fandom is lacking!” jaehyun defended.

“it’s not luck if it’s twice in a row you lame - o. y/n, you saw me shooting down there, right?” woonhak looked over at you for answers.

“not exactly..? i wasn’t paying the most attention and i’m so sorry.” you mumble in embarrassment.

“it’s no problem, that just means you have to come to the next one!” jaehyun smirks, patting your knee lightly.

“like i said, i don’t know right now, but i’ll definitely consider it!” you brush off lightly, glancing over at your phone.

four new messages and two missed calls, all from your friend. getting caught in between these two boys made you completely forget. there wasn’t going to be an autographing line if the main racer wasn’t there, how could you not notice?

concern washes over your face, making them stop their bickering to look at you. sending her a quick text, you let her know you’ll be back at the car in second.

“i’m really sorry guys but i completely lost track of time. i have to get back to my friend.” woonhak holds out a hand for you to help yourself up, which you accept.

“that’s too bad, i wanted to get to know you a little better. you seem really cool.” jaehyun compliments you out of the blue.

“yeah, me too.” woonhak adds on, his hand still holding onto yours lightly.

“oh, wait! me and woon are going to free run the tracks tomorrow, you should totally stop by tomorrow and hang out!” jaehyun realizes, excitement washing over him like an energetic puppy.

“that’s a good idea, why didn’t i think of that? we won’t be out for very long, and we can show you our cars up close.” puppy number two says, giving jae a high five and a pat on the back.

“i mean, i’m not busy tomorrow?” you tell them, failing to think of a proper excuse.

“then that means..” they both say in unison.

“fuck it, what time do you want me to be here?”

twenty four hours ago, if you had told yourself you would be secretly coming back to a race track with no authorized permission to do so for two golden retriever boys, you wouldn’t believe yourself. whatever convinced you to go through with this must have brainwashed you until you didn’t even know your own name.

though you knew exactly what got through your head, because their pleading eyes never left your mind. your friend would be extremely confused if she found out you were sneaking around with her favorite racers after supposedly ‘not enjoying’ the event yesterday.

but there you were, walking down by the wall closest to the track in search of familiar faces. it felt weird being in an empty place that’s usually lively and awfully loud. abandoned merchandise scattered along the floor where warm bodies used to stay. chills ran down your spine at this thought.

faint music played in the distance, alerting you that maybe they were closer than you thought they would be. you walked towards the noise to find out, seeing the two of them fixing up their cars. what they were doing exactly? you had no clue, cars were never really your thing, let alone race cars.

“um, hello!” you spoke up, catching their attention.

“y/n, hey!” jaehyun approached you, catching you in a sudden hug.

“we’re happy that you could make it!” woonhak beamed brightly.

“of course, didn’t wanna go back on my word or anything.” you vowed.

“jae and i were just going to do a few laps, then we were thinking we could order lunch? we’ll give you the best spot to view, and we won’t take long!” woonhak hovered a hand on your shoulder, placing it down gently when you didn’t pull away.

“there’s a section that’s usually super empty, but we personally think it’s the greatest. everyone is missing out.” jaehyun shrugs, putting his arms through the sleeves of his uniform.

“oh, sure! thank you guys for showing me this, i’m very honored.” you nod politely.

“we’re not crazy celebrities yet, so don’t worry about being so formal with us.” woonhak reassured, holding his hand out, “let me take you over there right now!”

you blush slightly as woonhak leads you away, not processing the look of envy behind jaehyun’s eyes. the walk wasn’t very far, but the grip woonhak had on your hand was inescapable. he gave you fond glances every now and then that sent sparks to your heart. you tried your best to push this down.

they were right by giving this specific seating arrangement good rep, as it had an amazing view of the track. taking a seat on one of the benches that woonhak pointed to, he let out a breathy exhale.

“this is it, isn’t it pretty awesome?” he looks out into the distance, admiring the dark asphalt almost glittering in the sun.

“you guys were right, the view is really good. thank you.” you gave your thanks.

“seriously, y/n. it’s no problem! we’re glad to have you here to watch us.” he sits himself down next to you.

“i’m not used to this, is all. i was kind of taken aback when you guys invited me, i guess? aren’t i just some stranger?” you asked the boy curiously.

“stranger, sure. but jae and i think you’re too cute to look so bored.”

“huh?!”

“ah– i’m sorry that was kind of out of pocket!” he laughed nervously, “what i mean is that we’re pretty used to the energy from the crowd, and we didn’t want to leave a single person not excited. he told me you had a lot on your mind apparently, and thought it was a good idea for you to come hang out with us.”

“that’s actually.. very sweet. i’m not sure what to say.” you admit sheepishly.

“you don’t have to say anything, just enjoy yourself!” he stands up from his seat, “we’ll talk more when we get food, i’m gonna go grab my car and you can watch us do some laps.”

“okay, that sounds good!”

woonhak left you by yourself, picking up a slight jog back to jae. the situation at hand was so random that it made you forget about everything for a moment. hopefully, you’d be able to put everything aside for now and try your best to move on. what they were doing was kind, and disappointing them feared you.

the sun's golden rays painted the pavement in warm hues, you felt a unique blend of curiosity and anticipation. before you, the track stretched out like a ribbon, a playground for speed and skill. your attention is suddenly drawn to two figures pulling up to the start with their cars.

they give you a wave, before the revving of their engines is all you could hear. with a burst of acceleration, they're off, racing side by side into the first turn. you follow their every move, eyes tracking the graceful dance of their cars as they navigate each curve and straightaway. it was a mesmerizing display of skill, the cars almost an extension of their bodies as they maneuver down the road.

you began to grow glad that they invited you out, feeling much more positive emotion towards the sport than you did yesterday. yet as you focus more on their prowess on the track, you began to realize something else. every time they made contact with you, their desperateness to get you to hang out with them, a compliment slipping from woonhak’s lips not too long ago. were they flirting with you, and you’d been to dense to properly notice?

their couple laps continued as normal, but you find yourself between the exhilaration of their mini race and the growing awareness that maybe they didn’t intend to be exactly friends. unsure of what to think, you continued watching the race in an attempt to ignore the stutter of your heart beat.

once the two boys were finished, they immediately came back to you to see your opinions. beads of sweat dripped down their forehead as they approached you.

“how was it?” woonhak said, excited to hear your input.

“it was cool! i don’t know much about cars but it definitely kept me on my toes.” you reply honestly, watching the both of them smile brightly.

“that’s good you were more interested this time around! next time i’ll have to take you around with me.” jaehyun winks at you.

“sounds fun!” you try your best to ignore his very obvious and dramatic wink.

“we ordered pizza on the way back to you, it should be almost here.” woonhak interrupted, giving jae a light shove, “let’s go back?”

you nod, feeling the bubble of hunger forming in your stomach. the three of you walked back to where you originally started when you got to the track. it was almost like a garage, with various tools scattered everywhere and some bean - bags in the corner.

arriving back, you settle yourself down on one of the seats while woonhak leaves to get the food from the delivery guy.

“hey, are you okay?” jaehyun asks randomly.

“i’m fine, why wouldn’t i be?” you perk up your head.

“i was just wondering since you said you had a lot on your mind yesterday. i hope you weren’t forcing yourself to come here today.” his words sounded sincere.

“don’t worry about that, i’ve been trying to distract myself anyways so this was a good excuse.” you explain, “i don’t want to get into any specific details, but i went through a breakup about a month or two ago? it was kind of rough but i’m starting to get over it.”

“oh, shit. i’m sorry y/n.” he mumbles awkwardly.

“hey, if anything you’re doing me a favor. i know we don’t know each other very well, but i’m glad to have someone else to talk to.”

“glad that i can be here, woon and i will keep you company! we kind of talk a lot? so you’ll know us like the back of your hand asap.”

“you’re too sweet, i’m shocked you guys don’t have girlfriends yet.” you realize.

“girlfriends– oh, yeah! i do kind of have my eye on someone right now, but i don’t know if she’ll want to go out with me if i asked right now.” he mentioned, rubbing the back of his neck. you internally facepalmed, you should’ve known that he was just being nice.

“oh– if you like her, then you should just ask her. the worst thing she can do is say no.” you stammer, “but maybe my advice isn’t that good!”

“okay then, if you think that i should,” he didn’t argue, “y/n, would you like to hang out with me sometime? it doesn’t have to be a date or anything..”

“me..?” your eyes widened, heart skipping a beat or two, maybe three.

“is there another y/n in the room with us?” he jokes.

“this was probably the last thing i expected, you didn’t have to trick me like that!” you pout, making him smile.

“i just used your advice! but in all seriousness, you don’t have to say yes if you’re still hung over your breakup. you deserve someone good at the right time.”

“you know what? i’d love to go out with you sometime. it could be fun. i just don’t want you to think i’m trying to rebound or anything.”

“y/n, i could never think that of you. you seem very sincere, and i know you’re just trying to improve yourself.”

“that’s a relief then, was there anywhere in specific you were thinking?”

“here, put your number in my phone and i’ll text you when there’s something that pops up! i haven’t really planned that far ahead, but maybe we can do something the weekend before our big race?” he hands you his cell phone, open to the contacts page.

“then i’m in.” you smile at him, punching in your digits before handing it back to him.

“i hope you guys like pineapple on pizza!” woonhak announces, walking back into the room and placing the box in front of you two.

“dude? i don’t even like pineapple!” jaehyun whines.

“i know, that’s what makes it funny.” woonhak grins mischievously, falling back on one of the bean bags.

“bro?”

“i’m kidding, it’s half pineapple and half pepperoni.”

“i’ll eat anything, i’m just really hungry..” you mumble, placing a hand over your stomach.

jaehyun lifted the cardboard lid of the pizza box open, and each of you grabbed a slice to eat. in between rushed bites of the food you shared, you guys talked a lot. jae was right earlier when he said him and woonhak talked a lot, because you ended up learning a lot about them.

they were both still in school, but they did everything online since they were so busy with racing stuff. but besides racing, they enjoy singing and dancing a whole lot too. in all honesty, it caught you by surprise to hear the jump between their two completely different hobbies. they’re good friends with the other racers. as you heard the names sungho, riwoo, taesan, and leehan being juggled around a lot.

each of them were different in their own respective categories, but they were almost the same. both were extremely puppy - like, and had an immense amount of balled up energy. it was charming to you, and you found yourself laughing at everything they had to say.

when you got the opportunity to talk about yourself, besides relating to the occasional comment they’d make, you were happy to give them a basic run down. explaining all of your little interests, whether you had a job or not, and that you were also still in school. talking to them became as easy as breathing.

night time came by quickly, as much as you were starting to feel like you didn’t want to leave. the pizza box was quickly discarded as you continued conversation with the two boys, but you knew they were starting to realize that you had to go too. the sunset spread orange and purple hues amongst the sky.

“i had a lot of fun hanging out with you guys, really. you don’t know how much i appreciate the invite!” you express your gratitude, slinging your bag around your body.

“we had fun too, you have to come hang out with us more before the race, yeah?” woonhak begged.

“i will!”

“you have my number, y/n. so you know who to call when you’re feeling bored.” jaehyun smirks, which made you remember of the date that you had planned.

“i’ll walk you out to your car since it’s getting dark soon.” woonhak recommended, as you only responded with a nod.

“bye, jaehyun, i’ll message you!” you wave goodbye, the youngest boy treading on your heels as you walked out.

“do you live close?” woonhak asked next to you as you lead him to your car, hands in his pockets.

“it’s just a fifteen minute drive, nothing crazy. what about you?” you return his question.

“i live just slightly closer, that’s sort of how i got into racecar driving. when i was younger me and jae have always passed by the track on our bikes.” he reminisced for a moment.

“you and jaehyun have known each other since you were kids?”

“pretty much, we’ve always been super close. and we live in the same neighborhood!” he exclaimed, happy to be talking about his closest friend.

“that’s super cute, i can tell you guys are stuck to each others hip. i can see some competition there though, but i’m assuming it’s all friendly?” you point out.

“definitely, we have very similar motives so it’s bound to happen. but he’s like a big brother to me, even though he’s not that far off from me. don’t tell him i said that.” he mumbled, watching as you click the unlock button on your car keys.

“nothing wrong with a little friendly arguing.” you say, “thank you for walking me to my car, and again, for today.

“no problem, but actually i wanted to ask you something before you leave.” he leaned an arm on the top of your car, being tall enough to do so.

“what’s up?”

“would you maybe want to go out with me sometimes? date or not, you’re really pretty and um– i enjoyed talking to you a lot today!” he stammers, an unfamiliar timidness underlying his tone.

“woonhak i–” you were at a loss for words, “i’m so sorry but, jae asked me out earlier and i know you guys are friends so that would be really–”

“i know he did, he told me.”

“what?!”

“we both think you’re cool, y/n. that’s probably why you saw so much of us arguing? fighting i guess? but– we don’t want you to think you’re apart of a competition or anything! like of course it would be cool if me and you could go on a date but i wouldn’t be super pissed if you chose jaehyun or anything and–” he rambles.

“so let me get this straight, you and jaehyun want to go out with me,” you point at yourself, “but you actually like me and aren’t using me for a competition?”

“god it sounds so much worse when you say it like that.” he sighs, “i genuinely think you’re amazing, and if you would let me– i wouldn’t mind taking you out some time! i know you’ll be going with jaehyun too but there’s no hard feelings, trust me.”

“you two are.. very interesting. but honestly, i don’t see why not.” you gave in, watching the boys face light up.

“really?!”

“really. you seem genuine so i’ll take your word for it. granted that’s kind of what fucked me over last time but..”

“y/n i promise i won’t hurt you. we can always be friends, plus it doesn’t even have to be much of a date!” he covers up.

“i believe you, woonhak. i’ll see you around, okay?” you open your car door as he waves to you.

“bye, y/n!” he bids you goodbye eagerly, a large smile never failing to leave his face.

as soon as you shut yourself in the confines of your car, and the giddy boy is out of your vision, you let out the loudest groan imaginable. for once, you weren’t being completely delusional in the thought that both the boys took a liking to you. because now you sat, wallowing in your own self pity, with two dates lined up on your calender.

you were unsure if you were in a good mental position to go on dates, but the only thing that spending the day with woonhak and jaehyun taught you was that it would get better. it had been months, and you were realizing that maybe it was time to move on. you would never attempt to rebound with either of the boys, so on the bright side, you had the time up until these dates to grow.

this didn’t entail that you’d get in a relationship with one of them the second the date was over, but they would at least be in your consideration. with all of that, the big question still remained in your head. what exactly were you going to do?

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