I wish you would write an outsider POV Sterek, maybe from their neighbor's POV?
This is embarrassing.
Holy, fuckmuffins, this is embarrassing. She should not do this. She should turn around and go back home. She should just be at home. Forever. She can order groceries from Amazon and socialize with people over the internet and she thinks she could be very happy to just live at home. It would be fun.
Also, she would be alive. Because she is not sure she will be after all is said and done.
She gets to their door and then seriously considers just turning around. It would make her a fundamentally bad person but she could be okay with that.
No she can’t.
She takes a deep breath, wishes that Jenny wasn’t at her father’s this weekend because maybe a cute little four year old would help, and then knocks anyway. On her next door neighbor’s door.
It had to be her next dooor neighbor. Someone who she will probably have to see again.
And, of course, Murder Man opens it. He is already glaring at her.
He is going to kill her.
“Hello?” he asks and she realizes she has just been standing there. Staring. Which, like fair, he is gorgeous but mostly she’s staring because it is just now occurring to her that she should have told someone where she is going before just coming over to share this bad news.
“H-hi,” she says finally. “My name is Tammy and I live in number 406–right next door actually and I-I’m so sorry but I’ve just… I’ve just scratched your car.”
So the other day I spat out a Twitter thread where I headcanoned about Jack as a biker. I guess I should share it over here too. Enjoy.
Jack liked old cars as a kid, but he liked motorcycles better. Loved the freedom, the sense of not being sheltered. Having no buffer between him and the world.
Bikes can be dangerous even when you’re a safe driver. People are stupid on the road, and they don’t watch out for bikers. And Jack loved that too. The risk and the self-reliance, having his fate in his own hands.
But then he wasn’t always a safe driver. A bike can be a real exciting and fun way to court death, and on his bad days he kinda did. Rode like he was racing his own shadow. Wove through heavy traffic on the freeways and took the curvy back roads like a roller coaster. Looking back he feels stupid about it. He’s always ready with advice for young bikers on how to be sane and not take people down with you. But back then, sometimes it was his only outlet for the feeling of being trapped.
He likes all kinds of bikes, and he does have a soft spot for the speed and responsiveness of sport models, but his faves are the classics. The weight, the lines, the feeling of sturdy rebuildable invincibility. Sexy. He’s always on the lookout for a classic frame that’s still in good shape because when he can’t ride, he restores.
Torbjorn lets him use one of his less ridiculous workshops, and even joins Jack sometimes. It’s kind of a bonding exercise with them. Sometimes they’ll restore the things back to their original build, and sometimes they get…creative. Between the two of them, they do enough rebuilding that there’s no way Jack can keep them all. It becomes a charity thing. They auction them off for fundraisers. Motorcycle wonks can be real snobs, and custom bikes rebuilt by Overwatch heroes are quite a collector’s item.
Jack organizes charity rides too sometimes, even if he usually can’t participate. He seldom has the time, and anyway having a high-profile celebrity along just complicates things a lot of the time.
So mostly he keeps the biker thing low key, in Overwatch. He has other outlets for the crazy risk-taking these days.
Holy crap though, the way he rides.
So the thing about a bike is you drive it with your body. A man with strength & reflexes beyond human can take a bike beyond human limits. A couple of the other SEP subjects liked to ride too, and Jack used to go out with them. But few others are both willing or able to keep up with him. Although Reinhardt probably has been known to. The man does work with a rocket strapped to his back.
(And then there’s the part where he has a secret fantasy of Gabe fucking him over the back of a bike. But that’s for another time.)