MotoGP
dearest, my darling my universe (Jorge Lorenzo x Dani Pedrosa) [#my universe fic] completed
i said goodbye, why are you still next to me? (Past Marc Marquez x Valentino Rossi) [#i said goodbye fic] completed
im in the trees, im in the breeze ( Reconciliation Marc Marquez x Valentino Rossi) [#everywhere is him fic] part one || part two || part three || part four WIP
VCT
the moments in between (mada x skuba) one || WIP
F1
my story is all you (Jenson Button x Sebastian Vettel) [AO3] completed
now I'm interviewing you (Mark Webber x Fernando Alonso) [AO3] completed
IndyCar
let's put the end in friends. (Colton Herta x Kyle Kirkwood) [AO3] WIP
(you can also find me on disc with the same username and ao3 as auretic)
feels bad for mada and skuba, especially mada who had a bit of a stinker of a game. But on the other hand my latam boys on Lev qualified and that sadly outweighs whatever sadness I have for nrg
Adam and Logan meet for the first time at a Tier 2 LAN event. Or is it the first time?
Or the moment where Adam accidentally flirts with Logan because he has no impulse control, and Logan comes to accept he has an eldritch-shaped creature after his heart.
AO3 Link: Here
Adam crouched off to the side of the hallway, shoulders hunched and eyes glued to his phone as he mindlessly scrolled through TikTok. He was trying to be a polite teammate, waiting for Victor to finish using the bathroom. But instead, he was becoming a comical sight. A six-foot-four teenager with hair covering half his face, huddled in a corner like a scorned toddler.
The venue hallway buzzed with noise, even this far from the main stage. The sound of people working echoed faintly through the facility, staff hurrying past with tangled cables around their arms, and every few seconds, someone in a jersey or black staff uniform shoving through the double doors at the end of the corridor.
Adam however, barely noticed any of it. Instead, scrolling mindlessly through his phone, quietly smirking at the stupid shit his friends sent him through TikTok. As he clicked on another TikTok, the bathroom door burst open. And a blur of white and mint green slammed directly into him.
“Whoa—” His shoulder hit the wall first, then his knees hit the floor. His phone skidded several feet away with a clatter.
“I’m so sorry,” the other person blurted out breathlessly, sounding like they’d just sprinted a marathon.
“Nah, you’re a good man,” Adam reassured automatically, rubbing the back of his neck as he stood. “I was kinda sitting in the middle of the—”
He looked up properly.
Oh.
The kid standing in front of him wore an Oxygen Esports jersey, with mint green accents, slightly oversized sleeves, and a wrinkled hem like they’d been tugged on nervously all day. Their hair was fluffy, looking so soft that Adam immediately wondered what it would feel like to run his hand through it.
What the fuck?
“-Hello? Your phone?” They said while staring at him with wide eyes.
Adam blinked. They were holding his phone out toward him. Right. Be normal for once. Focus.
“I ‘preciate it, man,” Adam said, taking the phone but not really looking at it. “But could you do one better? What about your phone number?” The words left his mouth before his brain could probably think them through.
Fucking hell, Adam inside thoughts.
For a second, the shorter man looked genuinely stunned. Then a fierce blush spread across their cheeks so quickly that Adam almost laughed. Their eyes scrunched up, disappearing halfway under all that fluffy hair.
Cute. Ridiculously cute. His brain supplemented unhelpfully.
“I mean so we could duo on ranked together.” Adam added, flustered.
They tilted their head and smiled, a sly little smirk that caught Adam completely off guard. “Uh huh, sure. I’m Logan, by the way. And I’ll give you my number if I win my game.”
Adam barked out a laugh. “That’s evil.”
“You started it.” Logan motioned, with his hands vaguely.
“Fair point.” Adam conceded, scolding his own expression as if it wasn’t already obvious how smitten he was. It’s to duo queue and nothing else, mhm.
Logan crossed their arms, leaning casually against the wall now that neither of them was actively falling over. “What team are you with?”
Adam tugged lightly at the sleeve of his dark jersey. “Shopify. I was on Luminosity last year.”
“No way.”
“What?”
“You’re Mada?” Logan squinted at him harder now, like they were finally putting the pieces together.
Adam snorted. “Uh, yeah, why, man?”
“Oh my god,” Logan muttered, laughing under their breath. “I think I have you and your duo muted because you were trolling voice comms on ranked a few weeks ago.
“Honestly? That's fucking hilarious.” Adam laughed, thinking back to a very late night, where he was definitely fooling around, finding joy in his new soundboard feature.
“So,” Logan asked, grinning as he spoke, “What brings you to sitting on the floor in front of the bathrooms?”
“Waiting for my teammate who’s blowing up the toilet, so we can both get yelled at for missing our pre-match meeting together.” Adam solemnly responds. An awkward silence almost settled between them before Adam leaned back against the wall beside them.
“So,” he said, “why were you sprinting like someone was chasing you out of the bathroom?”
“Well, I was going to be late for my— Oh shit.” Logan groaned, rubbing his face into his hands.
Adam looked down at his phone, it said 2:17 PM. “You have like fifteen minutes left before you need to get on stage for a tech check.”
“Yeah, sorry, I need to go.” Logan sighed, moving to leave. But Adam instinctively reached to grab his wrist, whispering, “You better win.”
Logan crossed his arms again. “Hmm?” Raising an eyebrow.
“I already told you. I’m cheering for that win.” Adam said.
Something softened briefly in Logan’s expression. “Then I guess I can’t lose now.”
Adam grinned. “Good. Because I’m expecting that number afterward.”
Watching Logan disappear down the hall, Adam found himself grinning like an idiot.
“You good, Adam?” A voice behind him called, causing him to jump.
“You done blowing the toilet up?” He snarked back at Victor, running a hand through his hair as if it would disguise his smile.
It didn’t.
Victor stared at him oddly before saying, “Bro, did you hit your head while waiting for me? What is this dopey ass grin you’re giving me?” Victor’s expression was equally confused and bemused by his teammate’s sudden change in demeanor.
“No, I just saw something funny on Tiktok. Also I just had a short Oxygen kid knock into me. But he was nice enough about it.” Adam casually brushed off.
“Everyone is shorter compared to your giraffe-looking ass,” Victor said, shaking his head. “Well, let's go then idiot. I have a feeling today’s VOD review won’t be any shorter just because we won.”
Adam nodded, trying and failing to suppress a smile. Because somewhere across the venue, Oxygen Esports was probably getting ready to walk onstage. And Adam, despite having won his own match today, suddenly cared a completely unreasonable amount about whether Logan won his.
I'm going to be honest, I think today's race for MotoGP solidified my loss of interest in the sport. Sports, especially motorsports, feel fun when there is an illusion of danger. Like it all cool seeing them go at these high speeds, and see the thrills of dancing on the edge of mechanical and physical performance, but as soon as that illusion of danger becomes a reality, the sport really loses its shine. I'm no longer watching for the thrills of a race or the appreciation of the athletes. Instead, I'm sitting, fearing who's going to get severely injured next. And at least in F1, the drivers and teams alike pretend to care about safety. In MotoGP, there isn't even a pretense of caring. The lack of any pushback on their street circuit race is enough proof of that. Idk, I still like a lot of the riders, but I feel like im getting disillusioned with the sport and it integrity.
