#motorbike rider au

[silversoulstardust]

I had a vision about Eddie and Steve as motorbike riders a couple of months ago, so I decided to write it as a countdown to valentine's :)

word count: 1.3k

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If there was one thing that wouldn’t disappoint Steve, it would be his girl. She would let him ride her from dawn till dusk and dusk till dawn. She helped him mend his broken heart, that happened more often than not. Let him hug her gentle curves  as he glided down the open road, splitting the air as he rocketed his way to his destination. His ever faithful Italian girl, his bobber bike, a Benelli 900 Sei. A manufactured beauty she was, sleek black with strong metallic frames that fit just right under him. 

And right now, she was the best company he could ever ask for. As Steve took a particularly curvy road, he swayed to one side so close to the road his knee was touching the tarred ground, friction burning hot on the jeans against his skin. This was good. The adrenaline rush paired with the need to concentrate of the safety of his ride were taking Steve’s mind off his latest relationship endeavor. A failed one, at that. 

This time it lasted well over three months, and it could have been perfectly in line with Valentine’s celebration, their third monthsary, if Steve hadn’t caught her kissing another guy when he came by to her workplace to drop her a surprise lunch.

He calmly broke up on the spot with a simple we’re done, and in the bin the carefully packed lunch went. Steve was taking Robin’s advice to simply cut things off if it wasn’t  serving him purpose anymore, and someone who cheated on him barely three months into the relationship wasn’t someone he wanted to keep in his life.

So here he was now, on his best girl riding to nowhere, just so take his mind off things.

Steve exited the highway to take the less traveled road, opting to get lost for half the day before heading back after getting a hearty meal at a random restaurant, whatever that struck him fancy. Sometimes he asked for recommendations from the locals, other times he picked it because the signage looked interesting or the name of the restaurant sounded funny. There was no pattern to his choosing.

But as the splash of the first bout of rain hit his visor, Steve could tell it would derail his plan for the day. He tried to resist. He continued riding in the heavy rain, droplets of water hitting painfully against his leather jacket as he sped ahead. But a gust of wind that came with the torrential rain almost sent him sideways, and he knew fighting mother nature was futile. 

He slowed down as an overpass road came into view, with the shaded area underneath it looking inexplicably welcoming, a perfect spot to hide. His bike slowly came to a halt.  He hopped off it and pushed it to the side to have it parked away, and it was only then that he realized he wasn’t alone, his sight fell upon another beauty parked on the dirt by the side of the road. 

Steve was immediately enticed. He couldn’t help but reach out, ghosting a touch upon its purplish black body, with white fiery murals on its sides bringing it to life. It was a foreign model to Steve, and now his body was itching to learn all about it, to have it under him and ride it. 

“Gorgeous, isn’t she?” A melodious voice emerged from a shadowed area underneath the overpass, and slowly the owner of the voice materialized. With one swift move he took off his helmet, whipping his long hair back and forth a couple of times like he just stepped out of a goddamn shampoo commercial, and a smile playing by his lips. “Hi.”

It left Steve's jaw slightly agape. Thankfully, it wasn’t visible thanks to the helmet and visor. He blinked a couple of times, and swallowed hard at the sight of a beautiful man before him, with curly hair framing his sweet grinning face as he spoke about his girl. He was rocking on his heels as he tucked his hands in his black leather jackets, looking mighty excited when Steve was showing interest on his ride. 

“Hi,” Steve finally managed, after forcing his brain to come up with something. After pulling off his helmet, he ran his fingers through his hair and returned a smile to the beautiful man before him. “She really is gorgeous. All yours?”

“Yup,” he answered. He then suddenly shifted his gaze to the sky behind Steve, looking at the ever growing rain that splattered as a gust of wind blew the water stream towards them. He quickly reached out to wrap his hand around Steve’s wrist and pulled him deeper underneath the overpass. “The rain’s getting heavier. Don’t want you to get wet.”

Steve shrugs. “I’m already wet,” he gestured at his thoroughly soaked jeans. He was pretty sure he could fill a bucket with water if he were to wring out his jeans. “I’m Steve,” he introduced himself.

“Eddie,” the other guy replied, and gestured at his motorbike with his chin. “She’s Belladonna.”

Eddie patted the clearing next to him for Steve to sit. At times like this, even the slightest proximity to heat wouldn’t go unappreciated. “That’s a beautiful name. And I’ve never seen one like her before.” Steve commented, gazing at it from a distance after settling by Eddie’s side. “Is she foreign?” 

“The name came from a poisonous plant, and yeah, she is foreign,” said Eddie as he pointed at the bike. “Made in Japan. It's a Suzuki 800 Intruder. At par with some smaller version of Moto Guzzi or Ducati cruiser with a fraction of the price. Well, minus the import duty, that is, but I know a guy from work.”

“Wow. Engine?”

“V2 twin. Perfectly balanced.”

“Sounds like a sweet ride,” Steve chided.

Eddie was grinning proudly at that, eyes practically twinkling, and Steve thought he looked really cute. And wasn’t that something? He thought he was out here riding in the rain to mend a broken heart. 

“ I just got her a couple of weeks ago, and I’ve only got a day off today to finally ride her. Heading upstate to visit my uncle, but, well, you know the rest of the story,” he gestured out at the heavy downpour, with a thunder splitting the sky. 

The afternoon suddenly got a whole lot darker, and Steve shuddered at the sudden loud sound that was booming above them. After sitting still for a while, the chill from the surroundings started to get to him. He rubbed his hands over his arms up and down to generate heat. When that failed, he shoved his hands in his brown leather jacket, and that at least prevented his fingers from freezing and falling off of his hands. When he turned to face Eddie again, Eddie was already scooting close next to Steve. “Maybe this will make you feel less cold?” 

“Thanks,” stuttered Steve as he get adjusted to the sudden close proximity between them. He could clearly see the brown of his doe eyes that was staring deep into Steve’s own, his fogged up breaths filling the space between them with each word leaving his mouth. 

Steve could feel his cheeks heating up. “I really didn’t expect it to rain today.” He paused for a moment. “Actually, I didn’t really plan to ride today. Just needed to clear my mind, and suddenly, the key is in the ignition, and off I go. Not even sure where I’m headed. Was just thinking of getting one good meal at some random stop, and then turning back before going home. But at this rate…”

“Well you’re in luck, then,” replied Eddie as he kicked up the dirt and pointed at the road beyond the overpass with the toe of his boot. “There’s a small town up ahead and there’s a restaurant down the main street that sells a really mean stew.”

Steve saw an opportunity and seized his chance. He realized he quite liked this stranger, and maybe a meal before they parted ways wasn’t such a bad idea. “Well that’s it then. I have got to try this mean stew before I head back. You’re showing me the way, right? We can have a late lunch together as I tell you about my girl?”

Eddie seemed to be hopping on to the same line of thought, and it didn’t take long for the curve of his lips to morph into a teethy, dimpled grin. A gleam of excitement was reflected in his eyes. 

“My greatest pleasure, Steve.”

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Part two here :)

[incinerated-vestiges]

would you let him take you on a ride? <3

[mentality-of-wukong-au]

Antonio:before you ask, no you don’t look old. You just need a sense of style. I can grab a change of clothes for you. We are probably the same size.

Zazhu:…I…thanks…

[sunderwight]

Thinking about a crack SV AU where Shen Yuan transmigrates into a horse.

Luckily he is not a normal horse, no! He is a spiritual stallion, a character that was mainly a joke about the novel's genre in PIDW, originally bred on Cang Qiong's beast tamer peak but not actually encountered until Luo Binghe's "raze cultivation society to the ground" phase. At which point there was a subplot about him finding the stallion and letting it loose to run free, as like, an allegorical reference. Occasionally Binghe would find other horses across the years that were obviously descended from that one, as more jokes, until Airplane forgot about the reference and never brought it up again.

Shen Yuan, of course, was always Big Mad that Binghe never got to actually ride this super magical mystical horse, and never got the horsegirl arc he deserved! Where is the man's companion animal? How can someone with nine billion wives and even more nameless underlings be fated for a life of perpetual loneliness??

Naturally, the first thing Shen Yuan does upon figuring out that he's this magic horse is break out of the beast peak and make for Qing Jing. He's not necessarily planning to go bond with the protagonist or anything, but he's not particularly keen to live out his fate as some feral horse that fucks other horses either, and he's extremely valuable so it's unlikely anyone will kill him even if they catch him again. So, might as well take the opportunity to clap eyes on his favorite character before he's doomed to a life of eating hay and whatever, right?

Horse SY manages to arrive on Qing Jing Peak right before the start of the skinner mission, though, just as Ming Fan is telling Luo Binghe that there aren't enough horses. Ning Yingying points out SY and is all oh look, one of the stable hands must have realized the error and brought another, and everyone else is kind of like "uh that is... not a normal horse...?" but then Shen Qingqiu gets impatient and snaps at them to get a move on, and fear of their mercurial shizun overrides everything else to the point where Binghe just clambers desperately onto this mystical saddle-free horse.

Airplane borrowed kelpies for his demon beasts at some point and they are pretty common, so it occurs to Luo Binghe only after he's climbed onto the strange and definitely not normal Horse SY that he might be on the verge of getting carried off and drowned. But SY just kind of rolls with it, and falls into line with the other horses.

Hey, it's an excuse to leave the sect! And practice doing horse stuff! And also, he's not going to buck Luo Binghe off of his back!

Of course as it happens, the specific kind of magical horse that Shen Yuan is comes with a specially bred-for trait where they only bond to one rider. They're usually bred for like, kings and emperors and other highly important figures as status symbols, like magical companion animals but ones with perfectly mundane utilities. He's also got Shadowfax-like stamina and speed, meaning that Airplane can treat this kind of horse as interchangeable with a motorbike, and of course the capacity to cultivate. Which means that when the party finally arrives at their destination, everyone suddenly realizes that Luo Binghe has unwittingly bonded with a horse that's worth a fortune and won't ever let anyone else ride it now.

Shen Qingqiu flips his shit, Shen Yuan bites Shen Qingqiu, Luo Binghe hyperventilates, Ning Yingying gets kidnapped, and the situation basically resolves with Shen Yuan kicking the shit out of the skinner demon in defense of his new BFF the baby protagonist.

Well if he's going to end up letting anyone ride him for the rest of his life, Luo Binghe would be his first choice.

Anyway they get back and Shen Qingqiu is still spitting mad and offers Luo Binghe's head on a platter to the lord of the beast peak, but Beast Peak's people are actually kind of pleased. Like sure it's a little inconvenient, because Luo Binghe is a Qing Jing disciple and not one of theirs, but they were honestly beginning to worry that this stallion wouldn't bond with anyone! It's really hard to manage them when they don't! And SY in particular comes from a long and illustrious lineage that has nearly died out a few times, so they were never planning to sell him off even for a high price anyway. With a rider chosen, the odds of them getting him to cooperate for breeding purposes are a lot higher, plus it will be much easier to take care of him now! Though they will be taking Shen Qingqiu up on his offer of Luo Binghe's time, since "punishment" for this transgression will involve splitting his time between the peaks in order to help take care of SY (all the beast peak disciples are super relieved, apparently before Shen Yuan transmigrated, the horsey original goods was extremely prone to biting and kicking...)

Shen Qingqiu basically tells Luo Binghe not to bother coming back, which fills Binghe with despair, but he gets over it eventually. The beast peak is nice! They give him a cultivation manual as well, in order to help him understand what they do, and it seems that Binghe can understand it a lot better than his QJP one. The peak lord gives him permission to use the dorms as well, since there will probably be times when he has to stay overnight, and no one says much about it when Binghe basically moves in full time. On the books he's still a Qing Jing disciple, but functionally he's a transfer student now. He even sits in on classes and lectures, and a lot of the peak are just under the impression that he was transferred over to their peak in full.

Shen Yuan considers this a big improvement, and expects Luo Binghe to enjoy running around with all the pretty girls on the peak. But Binghe mostly seems to spend his time with him, in fact, asking questions upon questions not only about Shen Yuan's breed, but about his specific background and lineage. The beast peak is overall pretty nice, although sadly it's not full of cool monsters and companion animals as Shen Yuan would have hoped. Mostly the peak specializes in the cultivation world's equivalent of livestock and work animals, training beasts like spirit eagles and horses like himself, and raising animals prized for their meat, organs, bones, or other parts for medicinal, alchemical, or culinary ingredients, or sometimes components for weapons or other spiritual tools. They work the most closely with Qian Cao, Wan Jian, and An Ding.

Being a horse is honestly kind of boring for Shen Yuan, although running is fun, and he at least gets plenty of time to work on his cultivation.

By the time Sha Hualing's invasion happens, he's gotten pretty comfortable in his new state of affairs. Binghe has even figured out that he likes being read to, and has started reading aloud to him from various texts in the evenings! So far no good novels, or even bad trashy novels, but it's better than nothing!

Binghe also takes him for a lot of rides around the peaks (not Qing Jing) which is how they end up caught on Qiong Ding when the rainbow bridge goes down. When Shen Qingqiu tells Luo Binghe to fight, Binghe doesn't even have a weapon at hand.

Actually, he doesn't have a sword at hand.

Turns out having your magical horse kick a demon to death is still pretty effective!

Shen Yuan even manages to avoid getting poisoned too. Rather, Elder Hammer threatens to poison him and Luo Binghe charges at him shouting "stay away from my horse! I'll kill you!" and etc, and does get nicked by the thorns, but only Binghe and Shen Yuan notice and of course the poison doesn't work on Binghe, congrats for unlocking a new hint as to Luo Binghe's mysterious origins!

Yes, Horse SY shows up to help Binghe in the Dream Demon event. He still looks like a horse for it, but it also marks the first time he's able to speak to Luo Binghe, which successfully distracts Luo Binghe from a lot of the tormenting visions of his past because talking magic horse friend has a way of doing that.

So the Dream Demon is like, that's not a normal horse, and Luo Binghe is all "stay away from my horse! I'll kill you!" and Shen Yuan gets knocked out of the dream as usual. Wakes up to Luo Binghe rushing to his stall to check on him and prepare him some nice warm congee and double-check that he can't talk for reals (only in dreams for now, alas).

Anyway Luo Binghe has no reason to hide his demonic cultivation practice from his horse, so Shen Yuan gets to sit in on it as Binghe tries to put Meng Mo's teachings into practice, which he finds super cool. Binghe's normal cultivation also progresses quite a bit, but he's still very much disadvantaged there because the beat peak is only giving him like, half-assed guest disciple status lessons, no personal one-and-one tutelage, and he's unofficially banned from Qing Jing and wouldn't get any help there anyway (apart from Ning Yingying). The beast peak lord isn't really his shizun and Shen Qingqiu isn't going to take Binghe to do things like claim a sword from Wan Jian, either.

Luckily, Binghe can now confer with his horse in his dreams! Shen Yuan has such helpful ideas as compelling various hall masters and combat teachers to dream about their lessons, so that Binghe can insert himself into the form of their students and supplement his tutelage with nighttime training from all around the sect. And also stealing some blank documents from An Ding and forging paperwork to turn over to Wan Jian to make it look like Binghe has permission to claim a spiritual sword without Shen Qingqiu's approval.

What a way to pass the time before the Immortal Alliance Conference!

Horse Shen Yuan would like very much to just carry Luo Binghe away in the opposite direction, thank you, but he does have a system and it is still holding a metaphorical gun to his head about this. Still, there's no force in the world that could keep Shen Yuan in his stable when shit starts to go down, or that could stop him from kicking the snot out of Shen Qingqiu when he tries to throw Binghe into the Abyss. (Binghe's thoughts on the fight: "stay away from my horse! I'll kill you!")

However, Binghe does still get thrown down, and Horse SY runs off whilst weeping crystalline tears of dismay as his mane whips in the wind, imagining a future where a blackened Luo Binghe returns for his revenge arc and symbolically sends his beloved horsie companion away forever to go frolic or some shit, which Shen Yuan is not interested in!

But what can he do? By the time Binghe gets out of the Abyss, his need for a horse will be decidedly minimal. It already went down a bunch when he finally got Zheng Yang (that Binghe somehow almost never flew anywhere on, surely for reasons unrelated to his bond with SY), and with Xin Mo and all his OP talents, even if he did keep Shen Yuan, wouldn't he become as much of a useless background character as countless auxiliary wives in his harem?

No! He won't stand for it! There has to be a way for him to convince even blackened Binghe that Shen Yuan is still the best ride in town!

Luckily, Shen Yuan knows where there are some power-ups that might be able to help him. While he won't touch anything that would be vital for the protagonist, he's more flexible on screwing over random future harem members or side characters, especially when it wouldn't even really harm them all that much. So while Binghe is going through his gauntlet of horrors in the Abyss, Shen Yuan embarks on his own level-up quest to dramatically increase his cultivation, and become more capable of keeping up with Binghe.

When this leads to Shen Yuan being able to take on a human form, he gets really excited, but that's mostly for personal comfort reasons. He can finally hold books again! And talk to people! Who cares if he looks like someone's ponysona gijinka, he can walk over to a stall and order meat buns!

Unicorn form is next, and it's... meh? Mostly it's a boost in his cultivation. The horn looks fun but doesn't really do much.

When he upgrades to being able to take on a pegasus form, now that's really cool. He can fly now! Not only is it crazy good fun, but it also increases his mobility exponentially. Surely riding a flying horse would be more comfortable than balancing on a sword, too?

But that's not enough for his actual goal, he needs to keep going until he finally finds the right bullshit mythical item that will do what he hopes:

Turn him into a dragon!

Unfortunately said bullshit item is in the demon realms, which are a fairly difficult place to navigate as either a horse or a human. Beefing up for the trip takes Shen Yuan just about two years, and requires all of his other upgrades. But he does it, he gets to the demon realms, eats the creatively named Dragon Fruit Plant, and... gets... stuck???

In his new dragon form???

WTF this didn't happen to the random ox that Luo Binghe fed the fruit to in order to create a suitable beast of burden to impress the husband of Wife No.666! Although, thinking about it, maybe it did because it wasn't like the ox ever turned back into an ox afterwards. But Shen Yuan just figured that was because it was a simple beast of burden and saw becoming a dragon as an overall upgrade, why go back? He honestly hadn't really thought about it!

Cue Luo Binghe getting out of the Abyss only to shortly find that a random dragon is following him around. Maybe that just happens here? It doesn't attack him, at least, and he has no time to deal with it (or to sleep) because his first order of business is establishing enough of a foothold in the demon realms to regain access to the human ones, and find out what happened to his horse. And then kill Shen Qingqiu. In that order.

[kookygranger]

Spirit in the Sky

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, fem!reader, no upside down/no hawkins au

Word count: 900

Author's note: I don't know what this is or what it will be, but it's inspired by @bettyfrommars' biker!Steve, a lot of The Bikeriders + The Place Beyond the Pines in this first chapter, a little ghostrider!Steve to come, a little of me trying my best to dissociate with the realities of life

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Chapter One

The smell of burnt sugar from the candy floss carts is overpowered by the petrol stinging your nose when you enter the tent. The chatter of the crowd mostly drowned out by the buzz of the motorbikes as they zip around, flicking up dirt. There’s a warm breeze that tickles the hem of your dress, sweat clinging to the back of your thighs.

You’re momentarily stuck in a trance watching them go back and forth when you feel a pinch on your arm. Your friend nudging you and speaking in your ear to draw your attention.

That’s him.

He looks much the same as the others in his white jumpsuit, but you can’t deny there’s a different aura that follows him.

One that’s been picked up by most the girls in town in the short time the carnival tent has been pitched.

And now you can’t seem to draw your attention elsewhere as he parades on one wheel to the cheers of the crowd. Making your breath catch in your chest every time he was in the air, falling back down to the ground. At every moment left up to fate and physics as he swoops in behind his fellow stunt riders in the gaudily named globe of death. And again, when the helmet finally came off, his brunette locks set free and only slightly dampened with sweat – a coy smile and wave to the crowd.

You’d fallen in love with strangers before of course. Passionate fantasies that lasted just as long as their presence in town. Settling with the dust left in their wake, another moment of escapism to keep you going. But unlike the others, he lingered.

Steve ‘hot spur’ Harrington

And when he started coming into the diner every morning for a cup of black coffee and some bacon with a side of toast you didn’t think much of it. Even less so when you noticed that he’d hardly say a word to you but was all smiles and charming lines to the other waitresses. Even if you’d get a tightness in your chest every time you’d hear the engine of his bike as he pulled up – it didn’t matter.

He was just another fantasy soon to be gone.

That was until he sat up, catching your attention as he uncrossed his legs when you’d left the diner one night, realising he must’ve been leaning on his bike for a while. Your eyes following the cigarette he drops next to the two that already lay discarded by his worn boots, before they travel back up to find his already watching you.

“I was uh,” he cleared his throat of the rasp left by smoke, “I was wonderin’ if you wanted to go for a ride?”

“Excuse me?” Of course you thought you hadn’t heard him right. That he’d mistaken you for someone else. The light in the car park barely cast on orange glow on the both of you. But then, again.

“You wanna go for a ride?”

“You don’t know me.” Your eyebrows pinch, head moving in disbelief.

“Sure I do.” Then he flashes you a smile, shyer than the one he’d been giving the prettier waitresses. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

“I-I don’t-“

“The one that I’ve been trying all week to pluck up the courage to ask. So?” His leg starts to bounce, his torso leaning forward while he still remains perched on the side of his bike.

You shrug, still not sure where this conversation was coming from. “So?”

“You wanna go for a ride?”

You shake your head, “No.”

“Oh.” Steve finally breaks eye contact, looking down as he kicks at the gravel. “Right, yeah.” His hand runs through his hair.

“I’ve never been on one.”

His head snaps back up.

You gesture to where he’s seated. “First time with a stranger seems like a terrible decision.”

He smiles again, more assured, teeth on display. “You seen me ride?”

You nod.

“Then you know you ain’t got nothin’ to worry about.”

“It’s reckless.”

He laughs, eyes darting as he notices your body move slightly closer. “It’s practice. And it’s confidence. Two things you need to be good. ‘M not gonna let anything happen to you.”

“Why me?”

Steve stands up, bridging the gap between you in a couple of steps. “Already told you.” Your head moves back to accommodate his closeness.

“You think I’m beautiful, right. How many girls you said that to since you got here?”

“You seen me with another girl?”

“No.”

“Then I think you just answered your own question.”

You end up in a slight stare off. The smile on his face might’ve pissed you off if it wasn’t so damn charming.

And when you feel his hand pull your arm tighter across his torso, the cotton of his white T-shirt against your skin grounding you as your heart beats rapidly between you, the wind roaring in your ears, you can’t help the smile that finally creeps up on you. Steve squeezes your arm again when he feels it pressed up against his back.

And that’s how one of your fantasies turned real; how you met the love that would burn you to the ground.

[senanatheskenana]

Genshin Street Racers AU

Contains the OG Genshin boys (No inazuma/ Sumeru but may do them later idk)

TW- some implications of sex but not actually smut. Illegal driving. 

Please don’t break the law kids!

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Kaeya

Kaeya is infamous on the street racing scene. He's known for being unpredictable in the streets, so people often try to stay out of his way in case he drifts to close. He's agile and fearless, a combination that's both got him onto and out of a huge array of problems. 

His car is his baby- an icy blue classic Mustang, modified by the best mechanic in Mondstadt. Thanks to Albedo the car easily does 170mph,   0 to sixty in 3 seconds flat. Kaeya never races a car with a roof up, because he say there's no point without the wind in his face, so each night when he finishes a race, his blue hair is always windswept in that alluring way it had been the night you first met.. 

That's what he told you the first time he met you, shades pushed up his nose, hair completely messed with. He asks you if you've ever seen a car like his and when you say no he asks if you wanna take a ride. And like that, you ditch your friends outside the bar and hop in the passenger seat.

What you didn't expect was to be going 130 miles an hour down the Galesong highway, 'highway to hell' playing loud enough for the whole city to hear. He laughs at you when you grip the door handle like you're gonna fall out the car when he weaves between average, law-abiding drivers.

And when you get back on the unmoving ground, you surprise yourself by telling him you'd d it again.

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 Diluc

Diluc is not the sort of street racer people want to go against by choice. He's honourable, but he's completely brutal, with a car that breezes past 60 mph in less that 3 seconds. 

He drives a Chevrolet Camaro, all black on the outside, with a sleek vermillion leather interior.  It's honestly a car that completely suits him. 

The windows are tinted black- privacy more for your sake than his. He's adamant that you never stay in the car for a race but, every once in a while, you'll end up in there, wrists pinned to the Italian leather of the back seats as he kisses down your neck, making every moment count before a race begins.

Diluc keeps one of your necklaces around the rear view mirror, his good luck charm dangling like a symbolic air freshener.

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Venti

Venti started motorbike racing at the age of 15, stopping and then restarting in his mid 20s after overcoming his alcoholism he developed in his teen years.. He's known as one of the youngest racing legends in Mondstadt.

He rides his Yamaha r1 like it's sationary, sometimes ever being so confident as to take his helmet off just so he can wink at you.  He's small but there's no rider more agile than Venti.

It took Venti a while to garner your affection- multiple races to impress you, even taking you out on his bike, going slower than he ever has before just to keep you safe. 

There's been times where Venti's risks caught up to him. He's legendary but he sometimes forgets that it doesn't mean he's immortal. It's after the close calls that he makes it up to you, leaning you against his bike while he gets to his knees in front of you. It's in those moments that he apologises for the stupid things he does. 

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Albedo

Albedo doesn't race but he knows a hell of a lot about racing. If anyone in Mondstadt needs a ride modified and chopped, he's their first pick. He's not cheap but that's the price of quality. 

It's in his body shop that you meet him, face smeared in oil as he rolls out frum underneath a car. At first he's only interested in the car, before you roll the window down and stare at him. Oh he's down for it. 

Albedo builds your car like it's his own, because he takes pride in seeing you win in a car he's chopped. Everyone knows it's a Kriedprinz car when it roars to life at the starting line and they shudder in awe.

Though he doesn't do it often, Albedo can drive- WELL. He hardly ever drives with both hands on the wheel because the other is planted on your thigh. If you weren't the owner of the car, you'd think he was the racer.

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Xiao

Xiao is always testing his limits. He's hardly ever off his bike- and make no mistake, it's fast. It's a Suzuki GSX-r1000, flat black with blue accents and an engine that roars. Easily it reaches 190 but he's always pushing it to the limit.

Xiao's identity was a relative mystery for a long time because he never took his helmet off, even after the races. In fact you were the first person to see his face. 

You had been caught in a dark alley by a group of thugs but before they could do anything, Xiao's bike had sped right between you and them. He rips the helmet off and hands it to you before ordering you to get on. Of course you do, feeling your heart pound in your ears as your arms wrap around his black leather jacket.

His manager, Zhongli often remarks about how you make Xiao more distracted but he always denies this fact, knowing full well that his first thought after and during a race is coming back to you and taking you in the dead of night.

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Tartaglia

What a show off Childe is. He'll take any risk as long as it has a pay off of some kind. The adrenaline he gets from maxing out the speed dial is something he craves all the time.

He's a rich bitch who races purely for fun and it irritates people to no end that he's casually a driving prodigy. He drives a Lamborghini Huracan, hardly ever going the speed limit on any road- after all, who would be willing to raise a complaint to the Fatui mafia about one of their Harbingers.

He hardly ever attends a race if you aren’t there to impress. You're the only thing there that interests him. We all know what's on his mind during the races. He's only ever thinking about getting you in the car so you can fool around.

He's had to evade police multiple times for indecent exposure because of his excitable and insatiable nature.

He'll try it on anywhere. Sometimes he's even on the phone with you during a race, telling you about what he plans to do to you. Cocky fucker. 

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Zhongli

Zhongli's a now retired legend in the street racing community of Liyue, though he still drives from time to time, he really only manages his protégé, Xiao.

He's responsible but he does seemingly dangerous stunts because he's confident he can pull them off. In fact, he's one of the only guys that would be ok with you being in the car during a race.

Zhongli teaches you to drive his Nissan patiently, hands holding yours steady with you on his lap as he pushes the accelerator down and changes gear. Having you so close to him is undoubtedly making things happen but he hasn't shown any signs that he's lost composure.

It's when you meet his fellow street racer legends that things finally become clear as to exactly how renowned Zhongli- Morax was. They always called him his old stage name as a mark of respect. It's also in those moments that you're overcome with pride at seeing and being with such a master driver. And you make sure to call him by his rightful title once you get back in the car.

[jeoneffext]

starboy / rider!cyno

- an au, short imagines with sport motor rider cyno as your boyfriend.

(credits goes to the artist!)

( play to match the moment)

- having a boyfriend who has another baby (his motor) is hard, he spent most of his time on it, and you’re a little jealous sometimes. (just a little)

- his motorbike has a name! he named it ‘Anubis’, he just think it matches well with its color palette, a gray-black with purple stripes on the side of the seat.

- cyno sometimes invites you to ride over his motorbike, you couldn’t help but be scared because there’s one time where you almost fell when you were just about to sit on it.

- rider cyno brought you places, mostly he would take you at the beach, and you two would watch the sunset together <3

- matching leather jackets, black jeans, and boots with him!! you two are like a couple the came straight out from a novel.

- cyno sometimes teaches you how to ride a motor, but you scared ass is even afraid to hold the hand clutch

- sometimes invites over his best bros for a motor ride, sometimes a dare has made that the four of them should race, the one that wins gets to ride one of each other’s motors, and paubusan ng gas HAHAHAHAHA

- cyno’s best bros at motor racing are alhaitham, tighnari, and kaveh! they are the so called sumeru boys for being famous to win every motor races. and for being illegally handsome too.

- there’s this old story of yours when you met them four, you first had took liking on his best friend alhaitham instead of him, when he finds out about this when you two are in a relationship, boy he was pissed and wants to kick alhaitham’s motor and throw it down the hill. thankfully he didn’t cause he was about to.

- (special mention) his brother xiao, would also join you two, you often mistaken xiao as cyno cause they have the same height with same attitudes. (also both of them are generals) there’s one time you completely mistaken the green haired as your boyfriend when he was sitting on his motor bike, hopping on it, boy the xiao was taken aback, the moment you looked at his eyes, it’s over. THAT AINT YOUR DAMN BOYFRIEND

- this is the best one, you always are present on his motorcycle races, cheering so loudly for your boyfriend everytime he appears in the scene, you could immediately recognized him from his aura and silver haired.

- he always win on any races, and you’re his number one fan!

(your imaginations lead if you want this sunrise, sunset, or late at midnight)

Cyno hand clutches on the motor clutch, his body sitting on his motor bike as he waits for you to finish wearing your helmet. The man only looks at you struggling to clip your helmet, in which he offers help. A satisfied sigh escapes your mouth when he fixed your helmet.

“Ready baby?” His deep voice distracting you every time, you excitedly hop on his back, always the same thing, same matching black outfits and helmet.

Cyno starts to insert the engine, earning a loud exhaust noise from Anubis, his big black boots goes over to the starter pedal, the motor bike starts to create “vroom” sound as always. And as a excited girlfriend you are, always hugs him from behind as he drives.

“Hold tight.” His voice demanding you to stay still. Your head resting on his back he drives away, faster as always.

Sometimes this man over speeds that you have to warn him or else he will be pulled over by some random traffic enforcer. But when rides with you, he knows how to limit it, cause he knows you don’t like it.

“Cyno. Don’t overspeed.”

“Don’t call me by my name, I am not Cyno, I am your baby.” Cyno said while his eyes focused on the road, tightening on the clutch, you could only chuckle at his words.

“Anubis ain’t gonna like this.”

“Right. Now please call me baby.”

“Focus on the road!”

This is how you two spend your quality time together. For the rest of your life.

[nickeverdeen]

Can you write an imagine for jesse from the last of us pls?🙌🏻 So, I've been watching these videos of sexy guys on motorcycles like this one here https://www.instagram.com/reel/C53ki6gItdc/?igsh=em1hMzN6Z2ZyZ29u (shame on me, I know🤭) and I thought "an imagine about motorbiker!jesse AU???". So, fem!reader is a bit tipsy after saying goodbye to her friends on the local bar, and when she gets out of the there, she sees a stray cat walking onto the road just as a motorbike is about to pass at high speed, so she runs (practically jumps) in the road to get the cat, making jesse stop his motorcycle abruptly. At first, he's a bit angry someone did such a dumb move (he had a bad day, he's already stressed) but after taking his helmet off and taking a brief look at reader, he notices she's kind of disoriented/drunk-ish and that's why she didn't think twice before doing such a thing (as much as her intentions were good), so he softens a bit. He parks his motorbike and gets out of it to help reader to get out of the street (and from the few angry drivers in other cars complaining). I just think it would be so cute to see jesse being so nice with reader, talking to her (slowly falling in love too) and making each other laugh while he waits for her ride with her to make sure she doesn't do anything inconsequential again (even if she says she's fine). I like the concept of guy that looks like a badboy but is actually a chill dude.

Midnight rescue | Motorbiker!Jesse x fem!reader

Warning: Alcohol, near death experience, one cuss word

PS: I absolutely love this idea, thanks so much for requesting it.

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The bar’s neon sign flickered against the darkness, casting a wavering glow over the dimly lit street. Inside, the remnants of laughter and conversations faded as the night wore on. You stumbled slightly as you exited, waving goodbye to your friends, your mind buzzing pleasantly from the drinks you’d had. It was a rare night out, and you were savoring the last moments of your tipsy haze.

As you stepped onto the sidewalk, you noticed a small movement near the curb. A stray cat, thin and scruffy, was cautiously making its way towards the road. Your heart melted at the sight, and without a second thought, you crouched down, calling softly to the feline.

“Hey there, little guy,” you cooed, extending a hand.

The cat hesitated for a moment before inching closer. Just as you were about to scoop it up, the roar of a motorcycle echoed down the street. Your head snapped up, eyes widening as you saw the bike speeding towards you two. Panic surged through your alcohol-clouded mind, and you acted on pure instinct.

You darted into the street, practically diving to snatch the cat out of harm’s way. The screech of tires was deafening, and the smell of burnt rubber filled the air. The motorcycle came to an abrupt halt mere inches from where you stood, cradling the frightened cat in your arms.

“What the hell?!” The rider’s voice was sharp, laced with irritation. He removed his helmet, revealing a head of dark, tousled hair and a pair of intense, dark eyes that seemed to bore into your soul.

For a moment, you were too stunned to respond, your heart pounding in your chest. The rider dismounted, his leather jacket creaking as he moved. He was tall, with a lean, muscular build that spoke of both strength and agility. Despite the initial anger in his voice, there was a hint of concern in his eyes as he approached you.

“Are you crazy? You could have gotten yourself killed!” he exclaimed, his tone softening slightly as he noticed the dazed look in your eyes.

You blinked, trying to process his words. “I… I’m sorry,” you stammered, still clutching the cat. “I didn’t mean to… I just didn’t want the cat to get hurt.”

Jesse sighed, running a hand through his hair. He had already been having a rough day, and this was the last thing he needed. But looking at the woman before him, clearly a bit tipsy and disoriented, he couldn’t bring himself to stay angry. Your good intentions, albeit reckless, were evident.

“Alright, alright. Come on, let’s get you out of the street,” he said gently, placing a hand on your arm to guide you back to the sidewalk.

As you both reached the safety of the curb, a couple of angry drivers honked their horns, yelling obscenities as they drove past. Jesse shot them a glare before turning his attention back to you.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice softer now.

You nodded, still holding the cat. “Yeah, I think so. Thank you for stopping. And sorry for… you know, almost getting run over.”

Jesse chuckled, shaking his head. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. What’s your name, pretty girl?”

“Y/N” you replied, offering a small smile. “And you?”

“Jesse” he said, extending a hand. “Nice to meet you, Y/N. Even under these… shitty circumstances.”

You laughed, the sound light and genuine. “Yeah, I guess it’s not every day you meet someone like this.”

Jesse glanced at the cat in your arms, which was now purring contentedly. “You got a ride home? Someone to come get you?”

You hesitated, your mind still a bit foggy. “Uh, I was just going to call a cab, but I think my phone died.”

Jesse raised an eyebrow. “Tell you what, why don’t I call you an uber and wait with you until you get a ride? Make sure you don’t try to save any more cats.”

You blushed embarrassed, nodding gratefully. “That would be… really nice. Thanks.”

You both moved to a nearby bench, Jesse parking his motorcycle nearby. As you sat down, the cat curled up in your lap, Jesse couldn’t help but notice how you seemed to radiate warmth and kindness, even in your slightly inebriated state. It was cute.

“So, what’s a girl like you doing out this late, rescuing stray cats?” he asked, genuinely curious.

You shrugged, a wistful smile playing on your lips. “Just saying goodbye to some friends. It’s been a while since I went out. Needed a break, you know?”

Jesse nodded. “Yeah, I get that. Sometimes you just need to blow off some steam. Though I usually prefer doing that on my bike, not in bars.”

You looked at him, curiously. “You ride a lot?”

“Whenever I can,” he replied. “It’s a good way to clear my head. Feel the wind, the speed. It’s freeing.”

You sighed dreamily due to the alcohol in your system. “That sounds amazing. I’ve never been on a motorcycle.”

Jesse’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “Well, maybe someday you’ll get a chance, maybe I’ll let you be my backpack”

You continued to talk, your conversation flowing easily despite the unusual circumstances. Jesse found himself laughing more than he had in a long time, your stories and comments a welcome distraction from his stressful day. You, in turn, felt a surprising sense of comfort and safety in his presence.

As the minutes turned into an hour, Jesse’s initial frustration melted away completely. He couldn’t help but feel a growing admiration for you. You were brave, kind-hearted, and had a certain spark that drew him in.

“So, art college, huh?” Jesse asked, glancing at you.

You nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, I’ve always loved drawing and painting. It’s my passion. I can’t wait to start.”

Jesse smiled, impressed. “That’s really cool. Takes a lot of guts to follow your passion like that.”

You blushed, looking down at the cat in your lap. “Thanks. It’s not always easy, but it’s worth it.”

You fell into a comfortable silence, the city’s noises fading into the background. Jesse glanced at his watch, noting the time.

“Your ride should be here soon,” he said softly. “You sure you’re going to be okay?”

You looked up at him, your eyes bright. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Thanks for staying with me, Jesse. You didn’t have to, but… I appreciate it.”

Jesse shrugged, a warm smile on his face. “It’s no big deal. Just glad I could help.”

As your ride finally pulled up, you stood up, gently placing the cat down. You turned to Jesse, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and reluctance to say goodbye.

“Maybe I’ll see you around?” You said hopefully.

Jesse nodded, his smile widening. “Yeah, maybe you will.”

You gave him one last smile before getting into the car, the cat hopping in beside you. Jesse watched as you got drove away, a strange sense of contentment settling over him. He hadn’t expected his night to take such a turn, but he was glad it had.

As he mounted his motorcycle and put his helmet back on, Jesse couldn’t help but feel that this encounter was just the beginning of something new and exciting. And for the first time in a while, he felt a spark of hope and anticipation for what the future might hold. Maybe once he’ll see you and you’re not tipsy he’ll take you out for dinner

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

I don't know if anyone has asked this yet, but what type of car do you think Ewan's characters would drive? (An obvious modern au for characters like osferth and aemond)

I'm going modern for all characters, and I hope you'll forgive me for this, but having spent the last couple of weeks constantly having to top up the power steering fluid in my own car, I cannot be fucked to research cars from the 40s and 50s for the likes of Tom, Billy T and Abraham. I'm tired of cars. I hope they all blow up. Anyway, enough of my whinging. Here you go!

Abraham - a Mustang - classic muscle car, suits him down to the ground

Aemond - would have a motorbike - a low rider chopper, with super over the top ornate detailing and a loud as fuck engine

Billy Taylor - Fiat 500 - no, I won't elaborate

Billy Washington - 1993 Vauxhall Cavalier (it's what he has in Trigger Point, so I shan't deviate)

Ettore - one of those clapped white vans that sex offenders drive around in

Genyen - a 1993 Vauxhall Corsa - dinged to fuck, because of all the times he's clipped people while parallel parking and then driven away

Michael - a Smart car - not just for the pun, but also because it's tiny, so he doesn't have to offer you a lift

Osferth - a VW Beetle - cute like he is

Tom Bennett - a 1998 Honda Civic that he does donuts around the Tesco car park in

[gay-robot-boyfriends]

Hey I got some random ass headcanons

Vile as the Father (figure) or something

He would obviously let the kids destroy things and burn it, but he would watch for safety's sake.

he would be proud if his children somehow fought back against the bullies (if not, he would kill the kid's bullies) and he don't mind if his kids has bad grades or something like that because according to his experience and opinion, school is a useless thing for development, especially to continue this until grades 6 and 11 to get empty awards

And in my human au version vile is a biker so yeah he would let the kids ride with him again

Lol the end

SHUT UP! VILE IS A BIKER IN OUR HUMAN AU TOO! Not like a biker in a gang, but rather a rider. BUT STILL! Vile on a motorbike vision is real!

Omg, so if Vile was a father figure (as a reploid), I can see all of that. I can see Vile seeing them as extensions of himself, watching them blow things up and protecting them because they're his, and no one messes with what's his!

But you said this is human AU, so I guess it would be the same, right? Watch them wreck shit and step in when he needs to because he doesn't want what's part of his life to be disrupted with! :o Yeah, that checks out!

Keep making AUs of what makes you happy! FOLLOW THE DOPAMINE! SPREAD THE VILE ROT! 

[nuriaredgrave]

Prompt #9: Lend an Ear

"Ugh. Never gonna love that smell." Nuria's face grimaced as he gently poured Ceruleum into his Fenrir for refueling. His engine had run dry just at the end of his nightly ride, and he now stood a bit awkwardly, cloaked and masked, with his motorbike parked out front of someone's home in the Empyreum. Hopefully his presence out there wouldn't disturb, he was only gonna be a minute after all.

Just as he was screwing the gas cap back on, a young Hyur came running out the front door with tears in her eyes, collapsing onto her knees in the grass and weeping into her hands. From inside, Nuria could hear the harsh shouting of a man enraged, though he couldn't make out any words. Suddenly, the girl looked up and noticed Nuria, the two of them in a locked gaze. An excited smile crept across the girl's face, and she wiped her reddened eyes dry with her wrist. "Y..You're the..!" Ah, right. The mask. Kids and their rumors.

Nuria decided to play along and put on his best attempt at a "heroic" voice. "Er, yep! It's me, the uh...the Masked Rider of Coerthas!" It sounded so ridiculous when he said it out loud, but if it brought her any comfort, then so be it. Fortunately, it seemed it did. The girl's face lit up and she ran to the edge of the front lawn, stopping just a few feet from Nuria. The shouting started again however, and her expression dropped. "Geez, sounds like a real pleasant guy. What's his problem?" Nuria asked.

"He's...my mother's boyfriend. Long story." the girl muttered. Nuria leaned back against his motorbike and shook his head. "I've got some time if you need to talk, kiddo. Don't have anywhere to be." She gave him a weak smile, and nodded. She explained that her mother had recently started seeing this man, and he seemed lovely at first. Kind-hearted, generous, the kind of thing you want in a person. But eventually, that facade melted away. He began to hold his acts of kindness over their heads, make unreasonable demands, and be unrelentingly cruel to the two of them. He'd spend his nights in their yard, drinking the hours away and shouting at nothing, as if he simply enjoyed hearing his own voice. Try as she might, her mother couldn't get rid of him either. He always came back. The things Nuria heard made his blood boil, and something had to be done.

The shouting started again, this time calling the girl's name and demanding she come back inside. She looked into the black eyes of Nuria's riding mask, a tired and fearful look on her face. The sun had already begun to set, and an idea was swirling in Nuria's head. "Get down behind my bike" he whispered, "I'm gonna solve your problem." She nodded and did as he asked, peeking around the front wheel just enough to see whatever he was going to do. Nuria crept cautiously up to the front door of the house, which was left open, then shuffled to the side of it with his back against the wall, out of sight.

Nuria could hear the man pacing around inside, shouting obscenities and banging things around. It dawned on him that he'd need to lure the man out, but hadn't actually thought of how. So, he did the first thing that came to mind. He just yelled as loudly as he could, directly into the door, before quickly returning to his hidden position. He glanced over at the girl, peeking out from behind his bike, who had a bit of a confused look on her face. Yeah sorry, kid. We're winging it here.

Sure enough, the man came stomping out the door, shouting at nobody in particular and passing right by Nuria before stopping on his porch to gaze out at the yard. He looked every bit as wretched as Nuria imagined. A gangly, slimy-looking Au Ra who reeked of booze and dressed far nicer than he acted, as if to conceal his true nature. The man snarled, "AND WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET TO, GIRL? I SWEAR WHEN I FIND YOU I'LL-"

A firm hand fiercely gripped the back of the man's head, slamming it into one of the porch's wooden support columns. Now hunched over in pain, the man frantically looked around him in a daze, only for his face to be met with a kick from Nuria's boot and for his body to go tumbling onto the lawn. Before he could even make sense of what was happening, the drunk's collar was rolled in Nuria's grip and he was being dragged across the lawn on his stomach. As they passed her by, the girl scurried around to the other side of the bike, staying out of the man's sight.

Nuria unceremoniously tossed him onto the street, knocking the wind out of him. The man struggled to get to his feet, sputtering blood between his busted lips as he spoke. "WH-WHO THE HELL ARE YOU, HUH?" Nuria took a step closer. "Never come back here again and you won't have to find out." The man's bloodied face scowled and he scampered off into the night, legs stumbling every so often as he disappeared from view. The girl screamed with delight, running out from behind Nuria's bike and and excitedly tugging at his cloak.

Nuria held his fist toward her for a bump, and she happily responded in kind. "Tell your mom he's outta here." Nuria said, "Now that I've seen him I'll get the word out about him, too. He'd have to be a world-class idiot to come around here anymore." The girl smiled, giving Nuria a hug and then darting off to the house. Nuria climbed back onto his Fenrir and revved the engine, feeling pretty good about how that went.

Just as he was about to tear off, the girl shouted from the porch. "Thank you!! I always knew you were real!!" Nuria snorted. It's not like he was some superhero or something. He was just some guy. But hey, if it made people feel better then he may as well lean into it when it presented itself. It was kinda fun anyway. Best not make it too much of a habit, though. Didn't need unwanted attention. He waved back at the girl and sped off down the road.

Is there such a thing as a hero for hire? Might be something to look into. Y'know, hypothetically.

[silversoulstardust]

steddie motorbike rider au

chromie's countdown to valentine's day

part 1 here

enjoy this part 2!

word count: 1.5k

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The rain never completely ceased. After over an hour of waiting and idly chatting, Steve and Eddie decided to brave through the drizzling rain to the town nearby. They raced against one another playfully, taking turns passing each other down the slippery road. Steve laughed as he passed over Eddie, and Eddie overtook him in the next curve of the road as he raised a gloved middle finger without turning back. Steve’s grin widened underneath his visor as he chased after Eddie, going full throttle as his girl’s exhaust made such a  smooth, beautiful sound as they glided down the road. He hadn’t had this much fun riding in a long while. The cold air and bleak sky did nothing to dampen Steve’s mood.

 Steve was leading most of the way, with his girl being one with higher horsepower compared to Eddie’s Belladonna, but as the outline of the small town came into view, he eventually had to relent to let Eddie lead the way.

When they reached the restaurant, the drizzle started to get heavy again, and they raced each other to get under the shelter. Their shoulders playfully jostled one another to get under the side of a roof, and soft laughter ebbed out of Steve as he removed his helmet. Eddie was equally amused, laughing as he shook his hair and body to get rid of water on his jacket like a cat, and he turned to look at Steve with a smug, annoying smile. Steve may have only known Eddie for a couple of hours, but he felt like he had known him forever.

 The day had turned out better than expected, and it was all thanks to this beautiful stranger. 

They headed  inside once they were considerably less wet, once they were not dripping water everywhere they stood. They chose to sit in the booth at the far back and ordered the infamous stews with a side of fries. As the first spoonful of the stew hit Steve’s mouth, he couldn’t help the moan that escaped his throat.

“Jesus christ, this is amazing,” said Steve in awe as he became starry eyed, shoving more of the good stuff in his mouth like a starving caveman. A burning palate from the scalding hot liquid was a small price to pay for such exquisite taste, a little salty and a little spicy that was hitting all the right notes on his tongue.

Eddie barked a short laugh as he blew on a spoonful of stew from his own bowl. “Slow down there, big boy. It’s really hot.”

“But it’s so good,” praised Steve through a mouthful of beef and vegetables he was chewing. “How have I never heard of this town and this place before? They should feature this on the rider digest. A must-go stop for a hearty stew along this route.”

Steve scrunched up his face as he attempted to recall the places he had visited before. “Is it the one that has a freaking huge windmill on its roof? Yellow paint and blue roof?”

“Nah, I don’t want that. Making this place popular will ruin it. That’s what happened to that waffle place. You know, the one right after the state border of Illinois,” replied Eddie after he swallowed. “They lost their mojo after people started swarming the restaurant.”

“Yes, exactly that!” Eddie snapped his fingers. “With a pun for their shop’s name, but for the love of god I can’t recall it.”

“I Love You A Waffle Lot,” sputtered Steve, amazed that he even remembered it. “I remember because I thought it was cute.”

“You’re so cheesy, Steve,” chuckled Eddie.

“And you’re a huge food critic, evidently,” retorted Steve. “I’d argue about the waffles, but you did show me where to find the best stew in town, so it’s fair.”

Eddie’s smile widened on his face, cat-like, proud. They carried on their conversation from earlier: about their rides, about their roadtrips, about foods and places they had been. A little about each other’s background, getting to know each other like they were on a first date. 

Steve refused to think too much about it, despite all the signs being pointed to a yes. They played footsies under the table, Steve took all of the carrots off Eddie’s stew because he didn’t like it, and they tasted a sip from each other’s drink. Steve was running his fingers through his hair more than usual, a move he was aware he would do a lot more in the presence of men or women he liked. (Robin was the first one who noticed it.) 

Steve was unsure of Eddie’s tell, but he was highly attentive and smiling a whole lot, leaning forward on his crossed arms on the table as he hung on Steve’s every word. Eddie was witty, full of jabs and insults, but it was all play and no teeth. 

He could tell Eddie was interested in him too.

And while it was lovely to spend more time with Eddie here, in a secluded booth in a homely restaurant at a quaint town in the middle of nowhere, free of livelihood duty and obligation, Steve still had to head back before the day ended. He only took a day off for the ride. Keith, his store manager, was going to kill him if he took another unexpected day off, on Valentine’s day no less. One of the holy trinity peak seasons at Family Video. Occasionally he took a peek through the window, only to witness the sky continue to weep, mourning on Steve’s behalf on an already forgotten failed relationship that ended mere days ago. 

Eventually it wasn’t a choice for Steve to make, though. Mother nature was the one who called the shot. As the sky darkened outside, with the raindrops pattering against the rooftop unrelenting and the last of the light disappeared, he bit the bullet and tried to find out where he could find a motel in town.

Steve paid for the meal as a thank you to Eddie for introducing this wonderful place, and while he was at it, Steve asked the waitress. “Ma’am, do you know where I can find the closest inn here? I don’t think I can ride back home in this storm.”

“There’s only one in this town,” said the middle aged lady as she tore a piece of paper off her notepad and started drawing blocks and lines, a map of the town. “It’s two blocks from here, turn left, take a 3 o’clock on the roundabout and the inn will be at the end corner lot on your right side. It’s called Faeries Inn.”

Steve took the piece of paper and turned it a couple of times with a frown as he studied the map. In the meantime, Eddie interjected. “It’s okay ma’am, I know the way. Thanks for your help.”

“You know where it is?” asked Steve with furrowed eyebrows, looking at Eddie over the piece of paper after she left.

“You never asked,” shrugged Eddie. “If it’s not apparent already, I actually really like this town. It takes a long ride to get to my uncle’s place up north, so I split the travel and out of all the places along the route, I always prefer to stay here for the night. Already have a room booked for myself.”

Steve wasn’t sure how to respond to that, but he eventually settled with, “I mean, it would be weird to ask someone they barely know where they are staying for the night. Unless, you know. They’re out on a date. And there’s other motives in asking.”

Eddie quirked one of his eyebrows with an impish grin. “Like what?”

Steve garbled his words as he attempted to retort, his ears were pink and hot. Eddie breathed a short laugh and ended his suffering, sliding off the booth and picking up their jackets, tossing Steve’s own to his face. “Come on, let’s go.”

And they went, braving the strong wind and heavy rain in the dark of the night to a meek double storey inn with flashing green neon signs. A man who seemed to be in his late 50s was the only one manning the front desk, surrounded by odd metal trinkets and crystal rock lamps. 

“I’m truly sorry sir, but unfortunately we are fully booked for the night,” answered the receptionist to Steve’s inquiry. He then shifted his gaze to Eddie who had fallen two steps behind to retrieve his backpack first. “Ah, Mr. Munson. Welcome. I was waiting for you.”

“Hey Mortimer, good to see you again,” replied Eddie as he retrieved a room key handed to him. “All good with the fam?”

“Nothing to complain about, for sure,” Mortimer smiled timidly. He turned slightly to address Steve again, looking considerably less cheerful than when he was talking to Eddie. “Again, I’m truly sorry, sir. Since we’re the only inn in town and there’s nowhere else to go, you can stay on our couch here. I can give you a bunch of blankets and turn off the light in a while. I’m heading home shortly, and if needed, you can reach me through this number,” he pointed to a string of numbers printed on laminated paper, the plastic already fraying at the edges. “My house is just right behind this inn, and I’ll be back by 5AM.”

“Hold on,” Eddie raised both his palms up, looking alternately between Steve and Mortimer, shooting them a confused look. “What’s going on?”

“There’s no more room available. So I’ll be sleeping on the couch,” sighed Steve, summarizing the situation shortly. His luck had to run out somehow, right? He looked at the well-worn velvety green three-seater couch, the middle cushion was sagging more than on its sides. Hopefully it was more comfortable than it appeared to be. “Thank you for the offer, Mortimer. That is really kind of you.”

“What? No, no, no. We absolutely can’t have that,” protested Eddie with a vigorous shake of his head. He chewed his lower lip as he took a second to think. “You can stay in my room. There’s always a spare twin bed I don’t use.”

“Are you sure, Eddie?” asked Steve, a little taken aback with the suggestion, but also relieved by it. In this cold weather after a long ride and a hearty stew he just had, all he wanted to do was sink into a mattress and let sleep take him. “For all you know, I could be a murderer who would murder you in your sleep.”

“A hundred percent,” mused Eddie. “Well, are you? A murderer?”

“No,” Steve refuted. “But I could be.”

Eddie scoffed. “Then I’ll take those odds. Thanks, Mortimer. Have a good night,” said Eddie, already walking a few steps up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. Steve was on Eddie’s heels, trailing right behind him. 

“Oh, about your room, Mr. Munson,” piped Mortimer, raising his hand halfway for his attention, before waving it off. “Oh, you’ll see about it in a while. We upgrade it for you as a loyal customer with no extra charge. Have a good night, you two.”

Without clarifying further, Mortimer promptly disappeared into the back room. Eddie and Steve exchanged a glance and shrugged it off.

And when they reached their room for the night, there was only one bed. 

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part 3 will be posted on valentine's day :)

@zerokrox-blog @evix-syne666 @goodolefashionedloverboi I hope you enjoyed this part! <3

[lemonpie45]

Holy fuck, an au in an au

I am about to explode....

So I made Lemmy in a welcome home au again. (sorry if my English is shit, I am horrible at grammar and I cannot download Grammarly) Greaser!Au by: @koifsssh Hold onto ur horses, it's a long one

Lemmy: She is the youngest! and I mean youngest member of the group. Her mother worked as a waitress in the morning & as the assistant manager in barnaby's comedy show. Her mother and Barnaby were friends ever since they were young, grew fond of him, really fond to a point where she invites him to her wedding! (What can I say? If ya live with someone your whole life, they turn from friends to family) She couldn't hire a babysitter, since their money was a lil tight, so she insisted to have her children watch the magic. Lemmy and her brother were watching the whole experience, and when barnabys idea struck, Lemmy couldn't help but think about it all the time now! Imagine... A group of bike riders, riding down the open roads without a care! That's all she could ever dream of!! When her mother was working in Poppy's resturant, while bringing her children, she also told them all about the group she has seen coming around most of the time.(reffering to The Darlings) Lo' & behold, there they are! Coming in the door like the badasses they are! Just like Sally, Lemmy was shocked and amazed by the whole band's style, expressions, everything about them made her so happy.

She could only think about them all the time, even her mother noticed it. Her mother even thought it was nice to make her a custom jacket made, & have her in a little playdate with them!(& it was good to have a trusted adult,like barnaby, take care of her, since her mother is very very busy)

Idk what to add more lol but she hangs out with them during the weekends

She wears rollerskates cuz she thought it would make her faster, but they mostly have her ride at the side of barnabys motorbike

[asknarashikari]

Sugardaddy Kekera Universe (lol I love how I made an entirely new AU with Sugardaddy Kekera lol)

Sara: Happy Birthday, Keiwa!

Keiwa: Thank you, nee-chan

Sara: This came for you in the mail.

Sara: The envelop just says, “Happy Birthday, Sakurai Keiwa”

Sara: Must be from Kekera-san.

Keiwa: Seriously? What doesn’t he know about us?

Keiwa: I’m opening it, if you don’t mind.

Sara: Go ahead.

Keiwa: Sakurai Keiwa, A happiest birthday to you. I originally wanted to gift you this after you and your sister took the company.

However, I wanted to give you something for your birthday, even if I’m not in your era now.

I’m giving you two keys, one for your personal use and another to use however you want.

Sara: Two keys?

Keiwa: Yeah, there are two keys in the envelope

Keiwa: Hope you like my gift. Kekera.

Sara: They look like car keys.

Keiwa: EH?! CAR KEYS?!

Sara: Let’s hope Kekera-san didn’t give you a limousine.

Sara: Although considering what he has already given us... it is possible.

Spoilers ------ Keiwa did get two cars, one was Toyota GR Supra and the other was an honest-to-goodness limousine

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Geats cast in the canon universe react.

My first thought was... "Wouldn't it be more appropriate to give him a motorbike since he's a Kamen Rider"

Anyways, everyone is obviously gobsmacked, especially Keiwa himself who isn't used to having luxuries of any kind. He's naturally a little wary because Kekera, though he'd also be jealous of the sincere rapport between Kekera and alt!Keiwa for obvious reasons.

[fanfic-favorites]

Bernard is saved from answering by the roar of a motorbike as it speeds into the cave, skidding to a halt. The rider pulls off their helmet, and Bernard’s own face stares back at him for a moment before turning to Batman.

“B,” he says, “We have a situation.”

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Tim has a run-in with a magic user. It's kind of hard to maintain a secret identity when someone else is in your body. A Timber bodyswap au.

[thedeakyamp]

Guys if people even write mystrade in the year of our Lord 2023, I took my cousin to the circus and had an AU idea:

Magician Mycroft (insert magic Mike joke here aha) and Globe of Death Rider Greg.

Like even something to draw I don’t mind but since it’s like fanfic gospel that Greg has a motorbike I think someone should do something about it