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#the cyclist AU
psychologeek · 3 months
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The cyclist
Day 3: A deadly accident / Snowboard
In the empty road in Wisconsin Jason pushes the gas full, trying to see how fast this motorcycle can get.
It's feels good, that wind in the hair.
The adrenaline in his body rushes like lightning, and he endorse the high.
He probably shouldn't drive that fast, but it was his gift, and he wants to feel it.
(Need to feel that he's alive.)
Hour and a half past the “Welcome to Illinois” sign, he takes the exit to the gas station. The old shop looks like it has stayed there since the road was built. The bell ring as he enters, but the bored cashier doesn't even look up from her phone. He carefully checks the snack's back for the “best before” date. He put the snacks and and a bottle of soda on the counter.
“How much?”
The cashier slowly looks up from her phone. She sighs and starts scanning the products.
“Anything from the souvenir shop?” She asks, clearly waiting for a no. “take a look, we have a special offer on magnets and stuffed animals.” 
Her voice is dead just like her eyes, as she cites her sentences. 
Uh, the joys of customer service. One of the things he's actually happy he didn't have to live through. 
“53$, not including service.”
Heis eyes glances behind the cashier as he opens his wallet and takes out the notes.
Well, actually. His eyes stops, fixed on a certain object behind the cashier's back. 
Fuck it, he never got the chance before. But this is a mission, so he could probably add id as an expense.
Why the hell not?
He never got the time, before.
“How much for the staffed ghost?”
“19.90$, you want one?”
Fuck it. He'll use the league account for this. “Yes, please.” 
“The stuffies are on sale, 3 in 50$. We also got Illinois stuffie, Bumblebee and some other options in the Fun Section.”
“No, no. Just this one. That would be all.”
“Your new total is 72.90$. cash or credit?”
“Card,” he hand it over. “Say, why you got this? I don't think I ever saw one of these before.”
“Amity,” she says and go back to her phone.
“What –?”
She point at the brochures box and say, “most haunted city in the states”.
“A nice place to leave!” says a big sign, by the entry of what seems like a small town.
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thesmashwaffle · 10 months
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Futureverse Nemona as a cycl(izar)ist! First one to guess correctly where the outfit takes inspiration from gets a cookie
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ronni-right · 1 month
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cyclist & masseuse
Maybe it was just her experience, but all cyclist that ever came to her, were never, you know, well endowed in that department. It was predictable with how many hours they spend on bikes.
Enter Daemon Targaryen, her new client, a big cyclist star, and very very big in that department.
No wonder Rhaenyra really wanted to check if everything is working as it should.
A little spoiler: it worked great indeed.
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fruitviking · 2 months
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Today I finished The Solitary Horseman! Hope you like it 💜
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paladibun · 1 year
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i think we’ve moved on from the writers assigning sports to the gang...tennis player and gymnast byler live rent free in my soul. (tho tbh in my heart Will is more of a table tennis or track sort of guy and Mike is more of a Volleyball guy)
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djarinsbeskar · 1 year
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Since I'm bored in the airport and getting a cold to boot, let's try out one of these new poll things I've discovered:
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modern-inheritance · 1 year
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More Modern Inheritance (MIC) clips! (A short one)
For those of you that aren't in the loop, MIC is an ongoing Inheritance Cycle AU. It's not a 'everyone is in high school/college' type modernized AU, I just enjoy making these compilations.
Also, since some people were confused as to who some characters are last time, I'll jot down any changed or added characters here whenever I make one of these.
Glen: Glen is Glenwing! He survives in MIC but loses his arm at the shoulder. He and Arya are still very good friends/war buddies and he rejoins the Varden after Arya returns.
Anyway, not as good as the last one but I needed to delete some vid clips to clean up my files. Cheers!
Edit: I totally forgot to add several more clips. Guess another one of these will come out at some point
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simonsapelsin · 10 months
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When you see an actual real life Person in a real Situation and your brain automatically goes into AU mode
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abyssaldespair · 9 months
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Imagine Obito biking but not like fancy bikers... more like.. The same vibe as the guy in the show High Maintenance.
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Blast furnace ride. Brought out the big bottles today. Pain au chocolate and espresso tonic to refuel.
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psychologeek · 3 months
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Day 9+ 11: Chaos at the campus
Background: after his murdertour with the league, Jason ended up in Amity Park and reunited with an old childhood friend. 2 years later, Jazz is in College and she and Jason took custody of her younger siblings. summary of previous events: I t's a nice day, and Jason take the kids to pick up Jazz. Scarecrow break in college. Jason stays with Ellie, and affected by the Gas. Bats to the rescue.
There's a young man in the corner, and he's holding a child. Nightwing walk in carefully, trying not to scare the man. He have seen scared parents doing terrible things while gassed. Sometimes trying to prevent their children from danger. Sometimes seeing the children themselves as the danger. There's no way to know where this one's gonna be.
He approaches carefully, but the man still hear him.
(It's like looking at a ghost. It's not him, it can't be, but there's a familiar scar on his chin and it's the same nose and when the man look up, Dick can see a familiar strawberry-red birth mark on his neck that was a good target as an older brother.)
It's not him. It's a man, not a child. He's alive. It's not even the same eye colour. But that stupid part in him always look at black-haired blue-eyes people and winder - what if?
“Wing? Wing, you need to protect her. He's here. He's here, he's going to hurt her, you need to save her. He's going to kill her, 'wing. He's going to hurt her- oh, god. No. Please no. He can't touch my baby don't let them touch my baby. Please take me, take me instead, please, no, she's too young, please, don't hurt her. 'Wing, he hurt me. He hurt me so bad, 'wing, please don't let him touch her, he can't do it to her…”
There's a long, quiet murmur coming out of the young man's mouth as he cradles the child in his arms. 
The kid in his arms is young, probably four, maybe five years old. She's looking at the vigilant with observing eyes, her little hands hold a ghost-shaped Plushie.
A door slammed in the distance, and the man's eyes widened with terror.
He nearly throws the kid into Dick's hand.
“Save her, please,” his whispers are coherent again. “I'll hold him. He killed me. He killed me, wing, and it hurts. It still hurts, big bird. That clown can't touch her. Promise you won't let him touch her.” 
And then the strange man is gone, and Dick is left with a toddler in his arms and echoes of a dead boy in his ears.
“This is Nightwing,” he opens his comm. “I'm compromised. Got some gas in my system, just had visual and auditory hallucinations. Possible tectaile as well. Requires backup at my location to confirm a package.”
He can hear his family in the comms, updates that Scarecrow was arrested. There are voices asking for clarification, asking for his location, but he can't find the words to explain. 
There's a dead voice in his ears that he can't shake and a warm child in his arms that he's holding on to. 
(There are tears, blocking his eyesight as he stares at the living child in his arms and remembers another child with blue eyes and black hair.) 
He doesn't dare moving. Doesn't risk breaking this hallucination. He stays right where he is, unmoving, and hope this time would be different.
(Like it? I have more mini-fics in this au. And full size fics on ao3. please vote in my update poll! And the one for next week! Bc I try to work ahead LMAO)
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1337wtfomgbbq · 1 year
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Me: I need to occupy myself somehow 🤌
Mr Brain: Let's translate 10 years worth of TdF into F1 seasons, so we have details for our F1 AU that we will NEVER need!!!!
Me: PERFECT!!!
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ronni-right · 1 month
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NSFW- First time idea? After they’ve been flirting w all that juicy tension and he knows about her cyclist theory. For one of Daemon’s appts he pins Rhaenyra to her own massage table, and hikes one of her legs up, and just goes to town behind her. She absolutely loves every second, the leather gets all sweaty and she is on cloud 9,00000
Oh, can imagine that, it leaves her more than just satisfying, it's really the best sex she ever had, and now she really doesn't want to part from the man of her dream
Not that Daemon plans to let her go
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fruitviking · 3 months
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Up next in my YeeH&W series (aka Sherlock Holmes in the Wild West)....
The Solitary Horseman
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wisteriagoesvroom · 2 months
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the sun (in your eyes) ☀️
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🍊 a landoscar fic 🌷🏙️ florist!oscar and ad agency!lando au 🖋️ 11.2k words 🔗 read on ao3
written for @maaxverstappen as part of the @f1playlistficexchange
preview:
The two of them stand: one behind the florist counter, endlessly patient. Lando, feeling vaguely warm in the face and wondering why he hadn’t left yet. “Didn’t get your name?” Lando says, hopefully. “Oh. I’m Oscar. Piastri.” Oscar Piastri runs a hand through his hair. “Ah! That explains the pi symbol?” Oscar grins, then. It’s slightly slanted, and his front teeth are slightly too big. The overall effect is very endearing. “Exactly. Anyway. Not sure why I felt the need to give you a last name. But there you go. If you need to like, contact me for legal reasons or whatever, you have that now.” “Thanks. I’m Lando. Er, Norris. I am not currently wanted or convicted of a crime in any country.” “Good… to know.” “The Australian immigration form did ask.” “Once again. Good to know.” “I’ll keep you informed if I do commit a crime. Don’t get caught at the scene, or anything.” Lando winks. “See you ‘round, maybe?” “Sure. Bye, Lando.” “Bye, Oscuh.” Oscar smiles again, dimples showing at the side of his face. Lando tries not to think too much about why it tickles him inside when that happens. On the way back to the office, Lando frantically googles things like shortest lifespan Australian wildflowers and vintage Ducati motorcycle facts and is love at first sight a real phenomenon like actually whatthehell. Then he almost drops his phone on the curb, and has to settle for shoving his phone in his pocket and trying to dodge the mass of cyclists that have inconveniently spawned on the road right for some reason. Very rude of them to do that at rush hour.
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willowjackets · 3 months
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lottielee weekend | day 2: in another life
"are you sure this is safe?" lottie asks as she clings tightly onto laura lee
"relax, lottie. you're in good hands."
a no-crash au where laura lee gives lottie a bicycle ride to their soccer practice and lottie thinks laura lee is a bad cyclist
participating on the second day of @lottieleeweekend as my first ever post !
inspired by keo_chooo_'s art on twitter
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